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It feels impossible to type a unique thought about everything going on right now.

I quite frankly could not add anything to this conversation. I am not an expert. I couldn't say anything that someone more educated has said and explained a hundred times already.

Still, I feel wrong going about my business and writing stories like nothing has been happening.

I am using my tiktok (bi_bard) to repost and share information as much as I can. I am trying to not scramble or falter because that's not going to do anyone any good.

I said months ago to not let the results of the last election make you unkind. I stand by that.

However, that does not mean that you roll over and take the bullshit being pulled right now. Share information, do what you can, learn from the voices of the educated and experienced. This will look different for different people. That is okay.

Good luck, I wish you well, and I hope to see you soon.

P.S. fuck Trump, fuck ICE, and fuck every other bigoted person using marginalized groups as a tool to push your bullshit.

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Just showing off how sick my bagels look

(these were made while I was on the a verge of breakdown because of my feelings of powerlessness while watching the world crumble around me)

BAGELS PART TWO!

The shaping worked out so much better this time around!

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Just in case my username didn’t make it obvious enough:

If you’re throwing around biphobic bullshit this pride, then fuck off. There are a hundred more important issues in this community that should be the focus of discussion.

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Regarding the Unreal Unearth Writing Challenge

Hello!

This is just a note to inform everyone that I am going to be deleting my Unreal Unearth writing challenge.

A lot of time has passed. Time that has been accompanied by personal development and a number of new songs in the Unreal Unearth world that I want to write for.

I feel deleting the current masterlist and stories will be the best way for me to re-center myself. I will be making a new masterlist and stories at some point, but I have no guarantee of when.

Thank you for understanding.

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Oblivious - Dr. Frank Langdon Imagine [The Pitt]

Title: Oblivious

Pairing: Dr. Frank Langdon X Reader

Word Count: 2,936 words

Warning(s): Langdon isn't married in this, depictions of violence

Summary: (Y/n) has a great day every day. But Frank only has a great day if (Y/n) looks at him. (Otherwise known as Frank being down bad, everyone else knowing, but (Y/n) being completely oblivious)

Author's Note: Shoutout to the ER Ken line for inspiring me to make a story where that summary could work (cannot pass up a good Barbie reference). Also, shoutout to @emziess who seems to have a talent for making Langdon's eyes look so fucking bright in these gifs.

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The first time I heard about Frank having a crush on someone in the hospital, it was from Cassie.

I had been sitting at one of the workstations, filling out the chart for a new patient who needed to be sent for an MRI to confirm a theory I had. Frank was sitting across from me. I had been so focused on my charts that I didn't even realize that he wasn't working on anything.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he said.

"Yes, Frank," I replied, mimicking his tone. I only ever used his first name if I was joking around or incredibly angry. He was a hard person to be incredibly angry at.

He let out an airy chuckle and glanced at the desk for a moment before looking back at me.

"Do you have a favorite coffee shop," he asked.

"Honestly, I can't remember the last time I went to a coffee shop," I shrugged. "I got an espresso machine as a little gift to myself a few years ago now and it has been a lifesaver. Why? Were you looking for recommendations?"

Frank seemed to deflate a little bit after my comment. "Yeah, yeah, I was. Don't worry about it though."

"Okay...," I pretended to be more suspicious of him than I was. "But if you want to get an espresso machine, I will happily send you a link to the one I have."

"Thank you," he nodded, smiling just a little bit more. "Gotta check on a patient. See ya in a bit."

"You too," I blindly waved at him as I concentrated on the computer screen.

Cassie walked over soon after, stopping next to my seat so she could look at the list of current patients.

"And done," I said as I scanned my ID and logged out of the computer. "Fingers crossed that man isn't here for half a day."

Cassie chuckled at that. "You caught that one pretty quick."

"It helps when a patient is cooperative and the family are forthcoming," I explained.

"And when you're very good at your job," she nudged me.

"I was trying to be humble." I shrugged. "How's your day going?"

"Not as chaotic as usual, but it's still the Pitt," she replied.

"Fair."

I saw her turn around and glance around the room. "I do have some interesting gossip, if you'd like it."

"Okay?" I chuckled.

"People are saying that Langdon has a crush on someone," she reported, giving me a look that almost seemed proud.

I had to fight to not let the disappointment that shot through me show on my face.

Frank and I were about as close to being best friends as you could be when you meet as adults. I thought that he would have been the one to tell me about that. At least, that's the reasoning that I used for myself. Because that would be more acceptable than admitting that I was jealous of a person I don't know the identity of.

"A crush?" I joked. "What is this? High school?"

"Are you fishing for a Bowling for Soup joke?"

"Absolutely," I nodded at her. "Anyway, did this gossip include the name of this crush?"

"I was hoping you would have one," she replied. "You two are closer than anyone else I know here."

"He didn't say a word about it," I shrugged. "I'll let you know if I find out."

"Okay," she said with an amused look. She clearly knew something that I didn't but wouldn't tell me a thing. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "Gotta go, no rest for the wicked, right?"

"Right," I replied. She walked away quickly, leaving me to look back at the screen and find my next patient.

My conversation with Cassie wouldn't be the only weird interaction I had that day.

A while later, I would find myself walking over to the nurse's station. Dana was typing away at a computer while Frank was staring at the screen over her head. He was tapping away on the table. My focus turned to a bouquet of flowers on the counter.

"These are pretty," I commented, leaning on the counter next to Frank. "Do they need to go to any particular patient?"

"Nope, they were for the department," Dana replied. "Some parents came in to let us know that their kid pulled through. Said that we saved his life."

"Makes it all worth it," I decided.

"Didn't realize you were a fan of flowers," Frank commented.

"Only certain ones."

"Such as?"

"Peonies," I answered. "Easily the prettiest."

"Noted."

I turned to look at him. "Why?"

He seemed to panic for a moment before shrugging. "Feels like a good thing to know."

Dana placed a hand over her face, clearly hiding a laugh.

I gave her a confused look. She just waved me off.

I just shrugged. "Alright, no time to be picky. I'm just gonna pick the first thing I see- oh no."

Frank let out a laugh before quickly stopping himself.

"No, no, no, I changed my mind."

Dana raised an eyebrow at me.

"Based on the information, this looks like a potential... misuse of home goods," I explained. I tried to sound more successful than I would by saying that someone shoved something up their ass that they shouldn't have. "Last time I had a case like this, I had some... trouble being professional."

"I see."

"Yeah..." I muttered. "I guess I'll go-"

"I'll take this one," Frank stopped me.

"No, it's fine-"

"Nope, I'm taking this one," he insisted.

"Why?"

"Haven't you figured out that I'd do just about anything you asked me too?"

I stepped forward and hugged him. "My hero."

He chuckled almost directly into my ear before stepping back. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

As he walked away, I turned back to the screen. "I'll have to buy him dinner or something for that one. Really took one for the team there."

Dana was giving me a weird look. It looked almost identical to the look that Cassie had given me earlier.

"What," I asked.

"Nothing, nothing," she shook her head. "Just wondering, have you heard about Langdon's mystery crush?"

"Maybe... do you know who it is?"

She just stared at me for a moment. "Nope, no idea."

I didn't believe her, but I didn't have the time to question her. "Okay..."

I didn't have another strange conversation that day.

Instead, all I got were some weird looks from time to time. I had caught a few of the nurses side-eyeing me. Dana also seemed to be watching me more than usual. It was all just a bit weird.

It was hard not to notice. Everyone else seemed to be aware of something that involved me, but no one would actually tell me what. It was getting to the point of being annoying.

So, when an unruly patient was wheeled into the Pitt, I was almost grateful for the opportunity to focus on something else.

He was already unhappy when he got there. The behaviors all lined up with some kind of withdrawal.

I had made the decision to move one of the nurses out of the way due to how belligerent the man had become. I don't know why. It wasn't like I was particularly stronger than any of them.

I wasn't strong enough to even pose a threat to the man.

That was proven when the man's arm had gotten out of the hands of those trying to restrain him. He swung full force to one side, cleanly clocking me in the face.

I don't know the full picture of what happened after that.

The full image of the world only truly comes into focus while I was sitting in the longue alone. I had my eyes closed; head tilted back as I tried to let the noise of the world die down for just a little bit. Just long enough to get my bearings.

I opened my eyes when the door opened.

"Hey," Frank said as he stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "How you feeling?"

"I feel like I've got whiplash," I replied. "How's it going?"

"Patient is sedated and is awaiting a psych consult," he explained before coming over to sit next to me. "Here, got some ice to help with the swelling."

"My hero," I grinned as I grabbed the ice pack. I held it to my cheek. "I've called you that twice today."

"And I haven't deserved it either time."

"Oh, shut up and take the compliment." I heard him chuckle. "You should get back out there."

"Not until I'm sure that you're okay."

I sat up straight and pulled the ice away, letting him look at the wound on my face.

Frank was incredibly gentle with me. His fingers were featherlike as he checked on me. I knew he could tell how warm my face was getting. I just didn't know what he would want to do with that information.

"Hey, umm, McKay and Dana have both mentioned something interesting," I said. "They mentioned that you had a crush on someone."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I continued, returning the ice to my face as he leaned back. "Do you?"

"Um, yeah, you could call it a crush." he shrugged.

"Well, out with it!" I pushed, shoving his shoulder a bit.

"It doesn't matter-"

"Of course, it matters!"

"Alright, alright," he chuckled. "If you remember to ask me at the end of the day, then I'll tell you."

"Deal," I reached out to shake his hand.

I glanced over his shoulder when I felt someone looking at me. I saw Robby and Collins being incredibly obvious about looking at us with what seemed like the hundredth weird look of the day. Then, I saw Robby nudge Collins's shoulder with his own, his face going completely soft as they chuckled to themselves.

"Do you think Collins and Robby are seeing each other again?" I pointed to the view behind us.

Frank turned around to look at them, which seemed to make them realize that we could see them, so they walked away.

When he turned back to look at me, there was this look of disbelief on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. He seemed to snap out of it a moment later, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Don't know, maybe," he shrugged. "They're good together."

"I've always thought so."

Robby popped his head in a few moments later.

Frank muttered about how he would see me later. I nodded at him, thanking him for checking on me. He grinned as he muttered “you're welcome" before continuing his path out of the room.

Robby focused on his mission of getting me to go home. He was sweet, always had been. But he seemed to forget that I cared significantly more about doing this job than I did about whatever bruises may come from it.

After a few minutes, he relented. He muttered about me taking a little more time to use the ice on my face before coming back. I accepted that compromise.

I was relieved that the rest of the day went significantly better. No deaths, no incredibly violent patients, no more moments of anxiety.

Except for the weird looks, which continued everywhere I went. God forbid that Frank and I worked on a case together. Everyone else in the room was looking at us like we were a time bomb that they were watching rapidly count down.

To put it very simply: I was more than happy by the time my shift ended.

Frank was waiting to walk me out to my car at the end of the day. I grinned as I made it over to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," I let out a sigh, letting the tension roll off of my shoulders. I frowned when I saw him looking at the blooming bruise on my cheek. "Stop it. You're like the millionth person to give me a look that isn't normal."

"Are you in any pain?"

"It's sore, yeah, but nothing that some ibuprofen and ice can't fix." he didn't seem to believe me. I stepped closer to him. "Look at me. I'm fine. It's a bruise; no serious trauma, the bleeding is over, I have all my teeth. It's over and I'm okay."

He finally relented, nodding at me.

"You never told me who your crush was," I said as we started walking. I heard him sigh. "Bet you were hoping the hit would make me forget about that promise, huh?"

"I was hoping you'd have something distract you from asking again," he confessed.

When he let his sentence end there, I smacked his arm. "Well, out with it!"

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because...," I trailed off for a moment. Why did I want to know so bad? To see if I could even compare to them? Just for the closure so I could move on at long last? "Because you're my friend. Probably my best friend."

"Yup, best friend," he nodded. I paused slightly at the tone he used. I couldn't figure out if he was just annoyed or if he was properly angry with me.

"What was that snark for?" I forced a chuckle to keep the conversation going.

"It's nothing."

"Oh my god," I said, stopping as we made it to our cars. "You are insufferable. Just tell me. What do you think is going to happen? Do you think I'll run off and spill your secret? I would have thought that you thought more of me than that."

"I don't think you'd do that," he admitted.

"Then, prove it by trusting me," I pushed.

He took a deep breath, running his hands over his face.

"Frank-"

"(Y/n), it's you."

Any sentence I had planned had died in the air. I stared at him in silence. There was no way that I didn't look as stunned as I felt.

It was like every weird event of the day had snapped into place. Like putting together a puzzle and finally sitting back to look at the complete image.

"Oh my god," I mumbled.

"(Y/n)..."

"Oh my god," I muttered again, taking a few steps back. He looked a bit panicked. "Oh, I'm so stupid."

He couldn't stop himself from chuckling a bit. "No, you aren't-"

"I am, actually, I really am," I insisted. "You asking me about my favorite coffee place..."

"I was trying to ask you out for coffee."

"McKay coming up to me afterwards and mentioning you having a crush on someone..."

"Her attempt to prove that you had no idea what I was doing when I asked about coffee."

"The comment about the flowers-"

"That was an accident."

"Everyone's weird looks today. Oh God, I thought Collins and Robby were sleeping together again."

I ran my hands over my face. I could hear Frank trying to stop himself from laughing at the whole series of events.

"I am such an idiot!" my sentence was muffled by my hands.

"Hey, hey," he stepped closer to me and pulled my hands away from my face. "You're not stupid. I am for not telling you sooner. You are brilliant. Part of why I... One of my favorite things about you is the fact that you're brilliant."

"Then, I'm just blind as a bat, thanks."

"Oh, for the love..." he cupped the sides of my face, getting even closer to me. I felt like my breath stopped completely. "You are amazing. Brilliant and kind and stubborn as hell and I love it. I adore it. All of it. Nothing else matters right now. Nothing outside of this moment matters."

I forced a chuckle, trying to break some of the tension. "Passionate?"

"A bit, yeah." he smiled at me.

There were a few seconds of silence. My eyes were jumping over every part of his face. His eyes were fixed on mine. I had lost hold of all concept of time at that moment.

I saw Frank open his mouth to speak, but I cut him off by leaning forward to kiss him. It was exactly what I wanted it to be. Gentle, loving. It felt like something had clicked into place. Like it was all a question of when and not if.

My hands grabbed onto the front of his scrubs. It was as if I was scared that he was going to change his mind suddenly. His hands moved to my sides, holding me just a bit tighter. It was enough to calm whatever subconscious part of my mind that had thought he was going to walk away.

I pulled away first. Frank had this smile on his face that made me chuckle quietly to myself.

"I... I don't think I mentioned this," I said, " but I do really like you."

His smile got a little bit bigger as he leaned his forehead on mine. He didn't say anything. He looked at me with the kindest eyes I had ever seen.

"I have just gotten to this point where my brain will automatically draw any other conclusion than someone's showing interest. It's a habit that I've had since high school. Helped me avoid a few pranks, but now... it just... hinders... stuff..."

"Just have to prove you wrong then," he replied before leaning in to kiss me again.

It was at that moment that I realized how much I wanted to stay there for as long as possible. And I would be content there. Because I'd be with him.

And I couldn't ask for much more.

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Matchmaker - Dr. Jack Abbot Imagine [The Pitt]

Title: Matchmaker

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot X Reader

Word Count: 1,972

Warning(s): none

Summary: Robby recruits (Y/n) for some help in setting up a blind date for a dear friend. It turns out that Robby is a significantly better liar than anyone thought he was.

Author's Note: Hello! This is just a quick and cute story to get myself in the actual habit of writing again. Also, check out my prompt list!

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I didn't tend to spend a lot of time in the Pitt.

It wasn't that I had anything against the department. I was just never a fan of emergency medicine.

Instead, I had made myself at home working primarily with pediatric patients. Kids rarely turned violent or aggressive, and they were almost always more curious than skeptical.

However, there were times when I would get called down to help with a case or if they needed to get someone moved to the unit.

My willingness to do that would end up being exactly how I fell into Robby's trap.

We were just walking out of a patient's room. I was planning to make a beeline for the elevator. I assumed Robby was heading for another patient or the nurse's station. Instead, he followed me over.

"I have a question for you," he said.

"Ah, I knew you didn't actually need a consult on that case," I pointed at him.

"Yes, I did," he argued. I raised an eyebrow. "I swear!"

"Robby, you are such a bad liar."

"Anyway," he avoided my accusations completely. "I have a question."

"What is it?"

"I'm trying to set up a blind date for a friend of mine, but I can't decide what a good idea would be," he explained. "I'm used to choosing for me and whoever I'm with, not other people. Any suggestions?"

"So these people have no idea who they're meeting with?" I clarified. He nodded. "I always thought a safe bet for a first date is dinner at a place that's halfway decent. Doesn't have to be the nicest place in town, but it should be something better than McDonald's, y'know? That's what I usually go for."

"Got it," he nodded.

"Who are you setting up?"

He paused for a moment, like he was embarrassed about his idea. "Dr. Abbot."

"Is Jack on board with this idea?"

"He doesn't know about it yet."

I scoffed. "Good luck with that."

The elevator dinged before Robby could say any more about it.

I felt myself frown a bit when the doors closed behind me.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't think Jack Abbot was attractive. We had grown decently close over the last few years. I'd like to think we talked more than normal for people from different departments and commonly on opposite shifts. We had each other's numbers and were able to help each other when needed. Whether that be physically with a patient or emotionally after a case hadn't gone how we hoped.

He was a bit gruff when I first met him, but the more we got to know each other, it all made sense. Most of the time, that was just his humor. I had even started using it from time to time, but it was more difficult to fit into conversation when working around kids.

I ended up being kind of amazed at how well the two of us had gotten along. We had gone from me thinking that he hated me to us spending time in the park together after anyone else who had joined us had gone home.

To put it simply, I wasn't exactly ecstatic about the idea of Robby setting Jack up with someone else.

So how I ended up being Robby's accomplice is beyond me.

Robby kept texting me ideas and updates. Questions about what restaurants looked good or what I would say to get someone to agree to a blind date. I admired his commitment to this plan of his. Robby was nothing if not a good friend.

And then, he asked me to meet him at the restaurant that "we" had sent Jack to. He thought that we should sit at a separate table and keep an eye on the date. Just to see if it went really well or went horribly wrong and we needed to be there for emotional support.

That was the day that I realized that I was going to need to develop a backbone to say no to him at some point.

It was too late for that now.

I was standing in front of a decent restaurant in a nice outfit... and there was no sign of the mastermind behind the evening.

I texted him a few times, asking where he was, what he was doing, had Jack backed out, had the other person backed out. I paced the street a few times as I did this, hoping to spot some sign of him or Jack at that point.

I was still looking around the sidewalk when Robby called me.

"Hey, where the hell are you," I asked. "I thought we were meeting outside."

"I realized that it might look suspicious if Jack showed up and we were just standing there," he explained quickly. "Head inside, tell them you're with a party under Michael, and they should just walk you to the table."

"Okay..."

"Hurry!"

"Hold your horses," I muttered as I made it to the host stand. "Hi, I'm with a party under the name Michael. The other person should already be here."

The host checked their screen before nodding. "Right this way."

I followed right behind, keeping Robby on the line in case there was some mix-up. I was becoming more certain of that happening as we continued walking and I couldn't see him anywhere.

Everything clicked when we got closer and I saw Jack sitting at a table by himself. I paused for a moment, taking another look around the room. When my eyes landed on Jack again, he looked away from me, instead choosing to focus on anything but me.

"Robby... what did you do?"

"Have fun on your date," he replied cheerfully. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Robby-"

He hung up before I could finish my quiet threat.

I took a deep breath before smiling at the host and thanking them for their help. Then, I sat in the seat across from Jack.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he replied, still not looking at me for longer than a second. There was a pause between us before Jack forced an uncomfortable chuckle. "Y'know, I thought I couldn't be scared of everyday life anymore. However, the look on your face is terrifying."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Did you know about this?"

"Not until a few minutes ago when Robby told me to look for you."

"You weren't involved in this plan at all?"

"Nope." he shook his head. "Robby just told me it was a blind date and wouldn't let me get out of it."

"Okay," I muttered, still eyeing him suspiciously.

My suspicions were paused when the server came up and asked what we wanted to drink.

After that, Jack and I both seemed to settle into some kind of normalcy. We were able to ignore the circumstances and trickery that had led us to this point.

I never realized how much of Jack's life I didn't know anything about. I never realized how much of my life I had never told him about. It felt like there had just been this blank space between us that was just finally being cleared up after all these years.

And it was really nice.

As I was chuckling at some story from his early days out of med school, Jack asked about my early days.

"Oh God, I definitely almost killed Robby once."

"What?"

"It was an accident, I swear," I explained. "I wasn't just casually feeling homicidal. It was a brief moment of me being in the Pitt during some short-staffing incident. We had to use a scalpel for something, I don't remember what. I just remember the person was not awake one moment and then he was. He slapped my arm and- I am not a super strong person- I somehow ended up stabbing Robby in the shoulder."

"Shit," Jack scoffed. "That wouldn't have killed him, surely."

"No, the stabbing wouldn't have. The heart attack that I almost gave him on the other hand..."

"And he still relies on you for consults?"

"Doesn't mean that he trusts me to hold a scalpel."

"Got a good point there," he shook his head as he laughed again.

I chuckled with him as I let my hand sit on the table. My fingers barely brushed his. I was nervous to push too far.

Jack looked down at our hands before shifting his hand forward, so it could rest over mine. I grinned, feeling my face warm up at the small moment.

It was honestly unfair that he could make me feel so nervous. It was just rude.

The rest of our dinner went so well that it actually confused me. I was expecting to mess things up between us at some point. Maybe it was just my annoying, consistent sense of self-doubt messing with me at the worst time (like usual).

When all was said and done, and the bill was paid, Jack walked with me to my car that had been parked nearby.

I was originally planning to just say good night and go home with nothing but a little bit of hope that things went well after this.

Jack didn't let me get that far, speaking up before I had a chance to

"I- I know that tonight wasn't what you had planned," he said. "And I know that Robby trying to be clever kind of threw a wrench in the whole thing. I'm sorry that he thought that was a good idea-"

"Jack," I touched his arm. "It's fine. I know you weren't involved. None of that stuff matters."

"Okay," he smiled at me, seeming to relax a little bit. "Well, then I was hoping that maybe we could do this again?"

I stepped closer to him. "Maybe. Or maybe next time, instead of just dinner, I could introduce to some new movies that you have previously refused to watch."

"Is this about those weird, symbolic horror movies?"

"No," I replied. "It's actually about one of those very symbolic drama movies that you have continued to call confusing even though you haven't seen any of them."

Jack chuckled to himself as I explained myself. He took my rambling as a chance to step even closer to me. "I'll watch whatever you want if it means that I can take you out again."

"Is that right?"

He nodded as he touched my sides.

I glanced down at where his hands were, feeling my face warm up as I realized what was about to happen.

I don't know what possessed me, but I felt a need to rush the process. I reached up and touched his face, leaning in to press my lips to his.

The kiss was slow, gentle. I was expecting there to be some kind of awkwardness, but there wasn't any. It felt like we had done this a hundred times.

I pulled back slowly. I was certain that I was smiling like an idiot, but so was Jack at that point.

"God, I feel like I'm in high school again," he chuckled and looked away, seemingly trying to hide how red his

I laughed with him before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "Good night, Jack."

His eyes found mine again. "Good night, (Y/n)."

Jack didn't move away from where he was standing until I had gotten into my car and had started driving. I knew because when I glanced in my mirror, I saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets and that huge smile still on his face.

I only acknowledged how warm my face had gotten after I was certain he had no way of seeing me. I put my hand on my cheek and laughed at myself.

Goddammit.

I hated admitting when Robby was right.

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Romantic Trope Prompt List

Hello! Welcome to my first ever prompt list!

Below is a list of common romance tropes. Some are personal favorites of my mine, others are just some that I have heard about a lot.

Here's how to participate: choose 1 or 2 tropes from the list and a character. Send that information (and anything else you think is relevant) to my asks. Then, I'll write a short story/drabble/whatever you wanna call it. It is a very simple thing that has been done a hundred times before.

I don't have many guidelines about who I will or will not write about. My only hard boundaries are that I don't write smut and I don't write about real people.

I would recommend looking through my navigation guide for an idea of what I write about the most and to see if I know what you want to request.

On that note, there are some shows I haven't written about yet, including:

Ted Lasso

Will Trent

Elementary (I've only seen season 1 and some of season 2)

A bunch of DC characters

Now, I'll stop stalling and give you the list. I hope to get some requests in soon!

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Enemies to Lovers

Arranged Marriage

Forced Proximity

Opposites Attract [sunny x grumpy, rich x not rich, celebrity x regular person]

Right Person, Wrong Time

Fairytale Retelling [please include a specific story retell]

Marriage of Convenience

Second Chance Love/Reignited Love

Mistaken Identity

Friends to Lovers

Love at First Sight

Second Chance Meeting

Fake Relationship

Age Gap Romance

Blind Date

For a Dare/Bet/Job [you get it]

Cursed Love [either cursed to stay apart or cursed to be together, your choice]

Not Able to Touch [reason can be chosen by you]

Time Travel Romance

Unrequited Romance

Oblivious to Love

Trauma Bonded [Protector/Protected, etc.]

Love Triangle

Assassin X Target

Paranormal Romance [Ghost, Witch, Vampire, etc.]

Accidental Confession [drunk, nervous, etc.]

Unknown Identity [masquerade, penpals, etc.]

Secret/Hidden Relationship

Forgotten Love [amnesia]

Mentor X Protégé

Sworn Off Love

Marriage Pact

Secret Admirer

Love Potion/Magic

Jealousy

Lovers In Denial

Road Trip

Long Distance Romance

Runaway Spouse

Childhood Sweethearts

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I am willing to add to this list as time goes on!

[bi-bard]

damn, 9-year-old me really fumbled when picking what Sherlock Holmes adaptation to fixate on, huh?

[bi-bard]

What Kind of "Prompt" List Should I Make?

Hello!

A few days ago, I made a post about making a prompt list to help me get into the groove of writing again. A few people showed interest in the idea, so that was enough for me to decide that I was in fact going to make it.

Now, I am holding a poll to see what kind of list you'd like to see. It could either be a list of dialogue prompts or a list of tropes. It's up to you!

[bi-bard]

If I did a silly little prompt/trope list for you guys to send in requests, would you be into that?

I’m having trouble writing and think it would be a good way to get back into the groove without overwhelming myself.

[bi-bard]

Since PBS aired a proshot of this show tonight, I am going to say yet again that I can very vividly picture a film version of the show and have had a very strong desire to make one for years.

One chance.

Give me one chance to make a Next to Normal film and I promise to make one that you’d be proud of.

Please.

[bi-bard]

Hey!

I don't know if anyone on here will care about this but I feel like I should say something about it instead of just silently doing it.

I am sure that some of you have seen the (for lack of a better word) shitshow going on with AO3 right now.

With all the crap going on with AI scrapping and shit like it, I have chosen to lock down my fics for now. This just means they’re only open for registered users.

Will it be this way forever? I don’t know. Do I think this will actually stop anyone? I don’t know.

All I do know is that I cannot stop thinking and worrying and getting incredibly angry about it. If locking my fics down can alleviate a little bit of that, then I am willing to try it.

[bi-bard]

i did it

just so y'all know: i am working my ass off to figure out how to use "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again?" from Epic in a story without doing the obvious and making it about Doctor Who

[bi-bard]

Never Happy Ever After X, my beloved 🖤

[bi-bard]

sup besties, look at all the stuff that i've been baking

I got into baking over the last few months and took a special interest in macarons! I’ve been making a bunch for my mom to take into work. These are the ones I made for Easter!

The carrots have a carrot cake cream cheese frosting

The frogs are the same flavor (they were just made out of the extra green from the carrots lol)

The eggs were painted with food coloring mixed with lemon extract. They are half homemade strawberry jam with cream cheese frosting and half homemade lemon curd with lemon buttercream