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安心の死亡 || THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND, a voltron: legendary defender fanfiction

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When he’s eight years old, Keith finds himself sitting in a massive metal box rank with the combined smell of sea water, piss, and bile. Somehow, he manages not to puke himself; instead, he tries his best to breathe in the heavy air and ignore the pungent odor. His arms are bound by zip ties behind his back and heavy iron chains rest around his ankles.

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His face feels wet, his hair is stuck to his sweaty face, and he can feel the icy walls of the cargo container’s the back of his head. Keith goes to turn his head, but when he tries, scorching pain rockets up his spine and fresh blood oozes out of a hastily stitched wound at the base of his head. He’s overwhelmed and tears threaten to spill down his cheeks.

There’s a flash of light that shrines through the cracks of his confinement and to his horror, he’s not alone. Other kids around his age are strewn about the floor of the box—some are older and there are even a few younger.

He can hear his heartrate surging louder and louder.

With his wrists bound, Keith realizes he can’t grab the knife he keeps hidden on his forearm.

Another flash of light through the gaps in the box, and he feels panic bubbling in his chest threatens to rip him in half.

Keith’s stomach knots itself further and forces himself to swallow the bile rising in his own throat, shoving it back down.

He tries to take a calming breath in through his nose despite the repugnant smell, but he only feels a sharp throb at his bridge, coming to the conclusion that his nose is very likely broken.

His breathing becomes more and more erratic, he can’t feel the weight on his stomach, and suddenly, he’s trembling.

There are more rapid flashes of light, but he can’t tell where they’re coming from or if they’re even real.

His eyes are heavy.

So much so, he feels them closing against his will.

He lets them fall shut.

Upon reawakening, Keith finds himself under the weight of a blanket in a moving car rather than the shipping container he originally regained conscious in. Panic and adrenaline rush through his body, leaving him flailing ungracefully beneath the cloak and flinging himself off the plush seats of the car onto the carpeted flooring. The interior of the car is mostly hidden in shadows with the glow of the city surrounding them leaking in through the glass, constantly changing and shifting while the car cruises through the city’s sky routes.

His eyes land on a figure sitting on the seat opposite the one he woke on. Keith sits up, ramrod straight against the seat of the leather chair. He scowls up at the man above him.

Undoubtedly, this man is dangerous. Keith has lived long enough here and there on the streets to know someone else from the same alleys and slums on the occasion he comes across them. A scar cuts through his left eye, while the other stares back at him. Narrowed eyes and creased brows alongside pursed lips give Keith very little to gage anything on. But golden eyes gleam steadily in the darkness, and it’s in this man’s eyes that he finds the slightest sense of familiarity. Slowly, Keith pushes himself up into a sitting position on the floor of the car, with his hands instinctively curling into fists in a defensive stance.

The car comes to a halt, jostling Keith, but the man’s rigid posture remains unmoving and steady.

He blinks at Keith. Once, twice.

It isn’t until the car begins to move again, and a barely audible sigh is exhaled through his nose, that this man moves.

He uncrosses his legs and scoots forward a few centimeters in his seat. Upon leaning down to level his stare with Keith’s, a long braid of white hair falls over his shoulder. Keith’s eyes follow the movement intently but dart back up.

The man with golden eyes meet his own and opens his mouth to speak, but when he does, he realizes that the man is speaking the same language that the men holding him captive spoke.

A new rush of fear and rage are coursing through him instantly, triggering Keith’s instinct to attack. He unsheathes the knife from its place on his arm and jabs it at the man’s jugular but tumbles forward as the car swerves and the man dodges. However, Keith is quick to recover and manages to get up to his feet from one knee. He takes the chance to lunge forward again, but he’s quickly shoved with his back against the car’s seat. Even though Keith opens his mouth to scream, he’s swiftly silenced as one hand covers the entire lower half of his face muffles any sound he might try to make and the other confiscates his weapon.

“Cease your struggling, boy.”

Keith freezes, and against his will, he listens to this man. He’s partially stunned by fear and partially stunned by the sound of his mother tongue. The sound feels too foreign, yet entirely all too familiar at once. It’s been years since he’s heard it.

His captor seems to take this as a positive sign of cooperation and rearranges Keith so that he’s no longer pinned against the floor. He allows him to sit up with his back against the leg rests of the car seat once again and leans back in his own seat.

��Now, tell me, what’s your name?”

Keith remains still, cutting his eyes at the man.

In his act of resistance, he expects to be shoved onto the floor, to further damage his nose, and bleed onto the plush beige carpets that cover the floor of the vehicle. But that never comes. Instead, silence hangs over them.

The man purses his lips.

“I am Koji, and with me, you are safe.”

His tone is clipped but trying to show patience. It almost appears like he’s attempting to sound comforting, but Keith knows he can’t let his hopes overrun his instinct to survive. So, he remains silent, saying nothing, and regarding Koji with contempt caution.

“Do you understand me?”

Thump, thump. His heart hammers against his chest still, but his pulse has steadied, leveling out.

Minutes might drag by, but Keith doesn’t give in to the eerie silence.

Koji heaves an audible breath through his nose and closes his eyes for a few seconds. When he opens them once more, he asks again with definitely more forceful tone, “Do you understand me, boy?”

And though it pains Keith’s pride at the back of his mind, his anxiety over the situation overrules his stubbornness.

With his jaw clenched tightly, Keith stiffly nods once at him. I understand.

“Do you speak?”

Another nod.

Koji hums in acknowledgement, his eyes haven’t left Keith’s this entire time, and Keith is too frightened to look away. If the last four years have taught him anything, it’s that his foes exploit weaknesses and any show of them only gives way to their influence over him.

Koji leans back against the back of his seat, returning to his neutral position.

“So then, tell me your name, boy.”

There’s a harshness to his tone that keeps Keith silent. He draws back again, trying to push himself further away from Koji, but the curve of the car’s seat only digs further into his back.

Koji exhales through his nose, glancing down at his fists resting on the tops of his thighs. When he looks back at Keith once more, his eyes look softer, almost apologetic. It feels like Koji is trying to tell Keith he’s sorry; that he’s not used to whatever position it is they’ve found themselves in, but he wants to help. Wants Keith to see that he’s on his side.

But words are hard.

“I apologize,” Koji murmurs, “I am not well versed in…comforting people.”

Keith studies Koji with furrowed brows. He glances out the tinted windows of the car and watches the city’s lights pass by. He looks back at Koji with pursed lips, and then down at his knees raised to his chest protectively.

“Keith.”

His voice is barely a whisper, but he knows Koji heard him.

Another stretch of silence, and a small sigh follows. More lively, high-rise buildings fly by in a smear of color.

Koji clears his throat, “From now on, you’ll be living with me. I live with a large family, but we will be living apart from them.”

Keith slowly rises to his feet and climbs back into the seat on wobbly feet as Koji continues. He never looks away from Koji’s form that’s still cast in moving shadows.

“You will soon have other children around your age as your peers, but they do not know our language. Do you know Japanese well?”

Keith shrugs his shoulders. It’s fine.

Koji hums skeptically, “It will be something you have to refine. Though, we can discuss that later, from now on, you must answer to the name: Akira.”

Keith shoots Koji another glare, creased eyebrows obviously confused.

“The Shirogane Clan is one of the most powerful families in the country. Our Oyaji-san is a good man, but one of…tradition. Around the family, I will call you by this name, but in our home, you will remain Keith,” Koji explains. Koji pauses, pondering his thoughts for a moment. “I do not wish to cause you pain in calling you by this new name, but until our old boss’ time comes to an end, there is not much I can do to aid this.”

Koji’s voice sounds somber, Keith concludes. He doesn’t think that he’s heard anything like that, and if he has, he can’t remember it very well.

He doesn’t know what to say, so he nods again.

The rest of their drive is silent, and honestly, Keith is…content to watch the glowing lights pass by his window. Distantly, he wonders what the stars might look like out by the sea where they’re the brightest, but the thought of smelling the ocean makes his stomach churn.

He pushes that to the back of his mind to bury it deep, deep down.

Eventually, Koji tells him they’ve arrived at their destination. They come upon a traditional style estate, which speaks volume already. The car circles around in the sky giving Keith an aerial view of this new home while the driver of the car waits for the landing signal from a couple of men on the property. Traditional mid-century Edo period shoin-zukuri in 54th century contemporary Tokyo is a miracle in itself, but one in such excellent condition is almost unheard of. The details in the main ridge can be seen from the sky, lit with an array of lights from nearby glowing buildings. The kaya roof tops have clearly been maintained and replaced perfectly for centuries with astute care as not a single one is out of line, missing, or chipped. Grand cherry blossoms and black pine trees stretch over and across the numerous houses of the Shirogane estate, elegantly shielding parts of the manor from his eye. From the hovering car, Keith can see people walking along the verandas and some form of tae kwon do training taking place on one of the open quads.

“They are practicing kenjutsu,” Koji supplies, as though he could read Keith’s mind. “All children learn traditional forms of karate, and study other forms of martial arts, as well.”

Soon, you will be training amongst them, is silently understood.

The estate sits on a large, anti-gravity platform that hovers above what looks to be a series of building remains lit up by lines of quintessence energy that glow dully in random patterns. Eventually, the driver must receive the green light to land the car because they’re suddenly descending through a gap in what appears to be an invisible barrier surrounding the estate.

Once the car lands, the doors part, sliding open, and Koji steps out of the car. He straightens his tie and brushes any debris from his suit then turns to look down at Keith, waiting.

Keith swallows nervously, but schools his expression as best he can and slides out of the car to stand behind Koji. Out of the car, Keith realizes just how large Koji is as the man stands tall with his shoulders back, towering over Keith. He peeks around Koji’s large left hand curiously to get a better head-on look at the estate from the ground’s perspective.

Like Koji, everything seems all the more massive from where he stands, and he finds that terrifying.

The familiar feeling of body-wracking tremors and the inability to regulate his breathing surge through him, and…and…

This is how he felt right before he passed out.

Looking down at the pristine white concrete, all he sees are his stained pant legs and grimy shoes peeking out from the cloth around his shoulder which have all begun to blur together.

But then Koji is kneeling before him propped on his right knee, still having to crouch further down, locking eyes with him, nonetheless.

“Akira,” Koji’s voice beckons, albeit a bit gruffly, pulling Keith from his panic. “Akira,” he tries again, slowly extending his hand out towards Keith. He stops a little over halfway the distance between them to give Keith the chance to place his hand in Koji’s.

He doesn’t, because Koji’s hand is blurring into a mass of purple and black and Keith’s arms feel so heavy, he can’t move either of them. His vision has gone blurry, once more, and he can’t tell if it’s his head that’s messing with him or if he’s crying.

“Keith.”

His head jerks up and is met with a reoccurring comfort in Koji’s golden eyes. They don’t blur. He can see them clearly; so clearly that Keith can pick out hues of amber and hazel, too.

“Upon my return, I meet with the head of our Clan, our which you will come to call our Oyassan,” Koji informs still trying his best to sound gentle. Though, there’s still a stiffness in his tone. “He will wish to meet with you as well upon arrival; however, once the meeting is adjourned, you may rest in my quarters.”

It takes a few moments for Keith to process what Koji says, but eventually, he nods tightly. He’s still eyeing Koji’s steady outreaching hand, regarding it with hesitation.

“Good.”

Koji rises from his knee, and begins heading toward the estate, posture straight with his shoulders back again, and his lips set in a slight frown.

Keith does his best to copy Koji’s demeanor, one that’s calm yet poised.

Though, this quickly becomes too much for an eight-year-old, and he ends up trailing after Koji rather closely, tempted to reach up and take Koji’s hand that he had offered him earlier.

But, he still can’t bring himself to.

Keith finds that being near Koji is enough to keep those gross anxious feelings from earlier surging through his body again—and for now, that’s enough.

He follows Koji through a series of winding veranda halls lined with shouji and wooden pillars. He stops once to ask a woman dressed in a simple kimono something about the kumicho. Once Koji thanks her, they continue to further and further into the compound before coming to a stop at one of the shouji on the left side of the hallway.

Koji speaks with one of the men in the hallway who is dressed in the most casual clothing Keith has seen since setting foot inside the estate. The man opposite of Koji glances down at him at the mention of Akira and Keith fights the urge to hide behind him; to stand firm and remain solid. He tries to appear strong like Koji.

The man Koji is talking to bows to Koji, who then turns to him and nods once again at Keith before following the other man into the room. Koji calls out ‘Excuse me, Sir,’ followed by an ‘Apologies for the intrusion,’ to whomever sits on the inside the room. Koji lowers himself down on his knees to slide the shouji door open, enter, and gently slide the door shut behind him. He didn’t look back at Keith.

That sends a wave of anxiety through him once more.

The hallway is still and quiet. Not a sound can be heard from inside the room, so Keith guesses that there must be some sort of silencing technology woven into the screens that line the halls. Keith leans forward to get a closer look at the white screens to find lines of something threaded throughout the material, proving him right.

Briefly, he wonders what else city technology could do.

“Oh, there’s someone here,” a voice observes from behind him.

Keith whips around, taken by surprise and ready to pull the knife his mother had given him out of its secret holster hidden on his forearm. Upon spinning on his heel, Keith comes to face with not one person, but two: a boy and a girl.

The boy stands tall, around sixteen years old, dressed in a white button-down shirt and black slacks. The girl, who looks to be maybe twelve, stands a little behind him with half of her body tucked behind his. From what Keith can see, she’s also wearing a white blouse and what appears to be a bow around its collar. She’s not wearing slacks, but instead, a navy and grey plaid skirt that comes to the top of her knee which matches her bow.

Keith pulls the dark cloak around his body closer to him. He refuses to acknowledge the fact that his face burns with growing embarrassed at his haggard looking appearance beneath it. Still, he tries to smother his embarrassment and fixes the two with a cautious scowl.

The boy moves to step forward, and Keith backs up in the opposite direction which prompts the other boy to stop and to remain where he stands. When Keith looks up, he’s met with the boy’s dark stare, and despite being thunderstorm grey, his eyes are kind and almost warm. He offers Keith an inviting grin and bows. To say he’s taken aback would be an understatement—no one has ever bowed to Keith.

Whatever confused expression written across his face has the girl giggling a little.

“Welcome to our home. It’s a pleasure to meet you; I’m Shirogane Takashi,” says the boy with a kind smile. He looks back over his shoulder at the girl, and nods his head back in Keith’s direction, “Tamiko, you should greet our guest.”

Tamiko purses her lips together and her big green eyes glance over at Keith for a second. She looks back up at Takashi and nods her head a little. “Welcome in,” she whispers timidly, “I’m Shirogane Tamiko.”

Takashi’s eyes dart to the door and back to Keith, and just as he opens his mouth to say something else, a man enters the hall from the room Koji had disappeared into.

All eyes are on a man dressed in deep hues of blues and blacks. The man from earlier. He notices the Shirogane siblings first and instantly bows at the waist, “Good morning, wakasama, jyou-san.”

Takashi and Tamiko smile at the man in the doorway and greet him with their own polite ‘good mornings.’

He then turns to Keith, “You, inside. Oyassan wishes to meet with you.”

Keith gingerly shuffles over to the entrance of room where the man had disappeared. He tries his best not to start his tremors, again.

“It’ll be alright,” Takashi’s voice assures. “Our father is a good man.”

Takashi’s words were meant to be comforting, but Keith doesn’t feel any better.

“I think he’ll like you,” Tamiko adds unexpectedly.

A new silence hangs in the air, and Keith takes a deep breath. He mumbles a quick ‘thanks’ over his shoulder before doing his best to copy the movements he saw Koji perform earlier and shuffling through the sliding door himself.

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date: 2023.11.20 work: 安心の死亡//THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND characters: keith x lance

Prompt #489

“Won’t you dance with me, darling?”

“I don’t dance with psychos,”

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Ermmm sorry if this is weird but do u maybe have any like, ““original”” cyberpunk prompts? I want to write something cyberpunk for an au but I just don’t have any ideas right now no matter how long I brainstorm

Exploring Cyberpunk

Cyberpunk is a very unique genre, which is why so many people are both attracted to it and stumped when attempting to develop plots within an unknown world. Think of Black Mirror created by Charlie Brooker (TV show), Blade Runner written by Philip K. Dick (a movie based on the novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, a classic Cyberpunk novel), Altered Carbon by Richard K. Morgan (modern Cyberpunk novel), etc. -- each of these were incredibly influential in their own right, but they all also build their worlds gradually while having a single easy-to-explain concept that can spawn an entire universe. To be more specific, each story establishes an issue created by an advanced society ignorantly abusing technology, then allow their characters to explore that problem and try to find a solution in a manner that isn't explicitly black or white for society as a whole, but every shade of grey.

For Black Mirror, each episode anthologically builds upon a high-tech future within the same universe and explores how its characters interact with problems created by new pieces of said technology, both good and bad.

For Blade Runner, the story establishes that androids seem to be malfunctioning, but the bounty hunter charged with hunting them down discovers that the true issue lies in society's understanding of what it means to be human.

For Altered Carbon, the novel explores the issue derived from the obscene length of time it would take for humans to travel between planets stretched across the universe, then dives into more detail regarding how a solution has been abused.

How to Construct a Cyberpunk Concept

What we'd recommend is to start by asking the right questions and looking in the right places. Black Mirror takes its inspiration from a variety of technology, both new and old; Blade Runner explores the idea of AI and androids during the 80's when robotics was on the forefront of innovation; Altered Carbon took note of our increasing ability to travel in an interstellar fashion, then posed a simple question regarding the limits of humanity (specifically, time).

This may sound strange, but the best thing you can do is seek out trends online and scientific journals about new breakthroughs, then ask questions about what may go wrong. For example, an old post we featured here on AUideas that has since been removed from ~2017 because it's in the process of being developed into a script (sorry guys, our bad!) called Dreamscape Co. uses this exact method. When the prompt was made, Admin M was in the process of reading a scientific journal about how neurologists had been able to project a person's thoughts into an image. Although the technology was rudimentary at the time, Admin M posed the question "if dreams can be viewed, what if dreams can be watched in real time with a high quality image? What if they could be immersive? What would that industry look like? Who would pay how much to see a certain person's dreams?" This spun out into a sweeping cyberpunk mini-series, yet came from a simple news article.

Some Cyberpunk Inspiration

When performing a quick search, some amazing ideas seemed to jump out from technology news headlines these past couple weeks alone:

Ferroelectric Liquid Crystal (FLC) Technology Being Used in 3D Displays

Unlike holograms, this technology uses liquid crystals that exhibit spontaneous polarization, meaning their orientation can be influenced by an electric field. They're high-speed, low-power, and have innumerable applications in the future. So, what could go wrong?

How could this technology impact the medical field? Although this may not be possible, consider what could occur if FLCs were injected into human bodies and influenced by electric fields to perform different tasks and functions, such as replacing an organ, attacking cancer cells, etc. How could such a technology be abused or go wrong? How many could die with a simple pulse, like an EMP?

Real-Life Freeze Ray Technology Created for the US Airforce

This technology hasn't been developed to be used as weaponry, but instead to replace large amounts of coolant that must be used on space and air crafts to prevent the machinery from overheating (coolant is heavy and can reduce efficiency yet is absolutely necessary due to the fact that space is a vacuum and therefore does not cool heat like air would on Earth). This "freeze ray" technology utilizes plasma's strange property that seems to break the second law of thermodynamics: it chills down when touching another object before heating up, which experts have proposed is because it vaporizes the ultra-thin layer of carbon and water on an object upon contact, similar to how water evaporates off your skin when stepping out of a pool. The question must be asked: how could such technology be used for not just utilitarian means, but outside of the Airforce's intentions?

Perhaps the technology could be manipulated and over-chill an aircraft, or otherwise damage internal engineering.

Consider its potential applications here on Earth: what could benefit from being chilled with something light-weight and low-power? How could it be integrated into homes? What could be disastrously destroyed with such technology?

Breakthrough in Enhanced Geothermal Systems Technology May Completely Replace Carbon Energy Sources

Google and Fervo have successfully developed geothermal technology that has increased its efficiency and broke records by changing existing rock formations in the Earth's crust. For a natural geothermal energy system to produce electricity, it has to have the right amount of heat, fluid, and rock permeability -- these Goldilocks conditions can be difficult to find 'in the wild'. However, this new Enhanced Geothermal System (EGS) targets the most-easily found aspect (rocks with high heat) then creates the necessary permeability artificially by drilling to the intended rock formation and injecting fluid to create fractures in the rock, achieving the necessary Goldilocks conditions. Sure, this may be carbon-free energy, but what would happen if this were employed on a mass scale?

When energy is prioritized by a high-tech society over food and water, how could citizens gain access to those resources?

What long-term effects could such a system have on the Earth as a whole? Could the ground become unstable? Maybe earthquakes crumble city after city? Maybe the entire Earth's crust loses its integrity and disintegrates, pulling only a lucky few deep underground and forcing them to survive off the left over fluid injected into the Earth's crust and whatever they can find.

Closing Thoughts

As you can see from above, there's a crazy amount of inspiration that can be drawn from current technology events. What's important to remember is that yes, we've been talking about complicated technology, but only you have to understand how it functions in your universe down to the molecule, not your audience. Deep technology topics can be dry to a certain extent, and over-explaining your world can be damaging to your story. Explanations regarding how technology works in each of the stories we discussed is limited for that same reason (Black Mirror's overarching concepts, specifics about how Blade Runner's Replicant technology are rarely discussed, etc.). Leave some mystery surrounding how your cyberpunk world functions and allow how your characters room to breathe and interact with that world -- it can speak for itself. Your audience may first love the idea behind your story, but what they'll remember and relate to is how your protagonists and antagonists suffer and prevail within your universe.

We hope this answered your question, and feel free to follow up if you'd like some more guidance and advice on how to construct your Cyberpunk story! In addition, feel free to check out our other post which outlines more information on how to build a Cyberpunk world.

Now get to writing, and have an awesome week!

-- Admin M x

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date: 2023.08.08 work: n/a characters: any

Arranged Marriage Prompts

Royalty AU - Promised at birth

Royalty AU - To end a war

Royalty AU - Marriage Law - every royal must marry a commoner chosen by the advisor to keep the bloodlines clean

Mythology - Foretold by the gods

Mythology - The prophecy said, so Person A and Person B are here to get hitched!

Mythology - Hades and Persephone AU

Regency AU - Either Person A or Person B is in danger of being ruined socially

Regency AU - Person A inheriting Person B’s father’s estate and the only way to keep Person B’s family out of the poor house is for Person B to marry Person A.

Regency AU - One of them compromised the other

Old West AU - Mail Order Spouse(Person A) to keep Person B’s house bc Person B is a dirty single person and a mess alone

Old West AU - Person A needs money to pay off their debtors, Person B needs a spouse for decency’s sake. Also, there are horses.

Old West AU - Person A’s parents sent them out west to marry someone. That someone is Person B and Person B is also the only sheriff round these parts.

It’s the law (Marriage law with chosen partners)

Medieval AU - To unite Person A and Person B’s houses

Medieval AU - Person A’s father chose Person B, also it’s the law

Medieval AU - to End a feud

Viking AU - Person A is traded to the Vikings for safe passage and is subsequently married to the jarl’s oldest child, Person B.

Pirate AU - Person A’s crew raided the village and their cut of the booty is a locked chest. With Person B inside.

Fae AU - Person A’s hapless parents promised them to the Fae King (Person B)

Fae AU - The Fae King (Person A) tricks Person B into eating something in Faerie.

“Don’t worry, I would never touch you.”

“We’re all the other has now, we’d do well to play nice”

“You don’t have to love me.”

“It’s just until we produce an heir…”

“I’m not expecting anything from you.”

Send me a ship and a number to my inbox

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"OH SHIT, WE'RE TRAPPED!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

looks like we're stuck here.

we'll never find a way out in time.

have you tried the door?

try jiggling the handle.

that's it. i'm smashing our way through.

i'm not going to die in here.

we've tried everything.

it's no use!

well, we're not getting out that way.

that was pointless.

do you have any other bright ideas?

this is all your fault.

i can't believe i listened to you.

this is what i get for trusting you.

everything's locked.

there must be another way.

it's pointless. there's no way we're getting out of here in time.

maybe we could try yelling for help?

wait, did you hear that?

i'm sorry. this is all my fault.

they tricked us.

i'm going to break the door down.

maybe we should just wait for someone to rescue us.

they'll notice we're gone. they'll come looking for us.

i wish i had a better idea.

of all the people i had to be stuck here with, it has to be you.

don't give me that look. this is all your fault.

wait! do you see that? light!

that's it! we're getting out of here!

hold your breath!

i found us another way out of here!

can you still hear me?

i'm gonna get us out of here.

keep your eyes fixed on me.

did the wall just move?

it just shut behind me!

that was our only way out!

tell me a story to pass the time.

they'll find us. they will.

once they see we've gone, they'll come looking for us.

i don't see any other options.

try using your shoulder to break the door down.

does anyone have a match?

i still have my flashlight!

how long have we been trapped in here?

feels like we've been down here for days.

you told me there was a way out!

everyone stand back. i'm going to try something.

let's see if this works.

well, we're fucked.

i'm not giving up just yet.

you're just wasting energy!

all right, sound off!

i can't see anything.

ow! you just stepped on my foot!

well, it was a nice try.

not sure what you were trying to accomplish with that.

that's your bright idea?

we're all gonna die.

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date: 2023.08.08 work: n/a characters: any

Friendship Dialogue Prompts:

"You're my best friend, of course I'll help you."

"We're in this together."

"Remember how stupid we were?" "Last week?"

"Tell me what's going on."

"You're sure about this?"

"I still think you're a ridiculous person." "A ridiculous person you spend all your time with."

"How often do you talk to them?" "Are you jealous?" "Absolutely not."

"Who's that?" "My friend." "I'm not your friend."

"You want a shoulder to lean on?"

"Please? For me?"

"Hey, don't talk to my friend like that."

"Are you guys dating?" "No, but we get asked that a lot."

"Are you mad at me?" "Why would I be mad at you."

"You're awful to buy presents for." "I literally never shut up about what I want."

"Don't do that." "Too late."

"Are we friends?" "Technically."

"I hated you when we first met." "Really?"

"Will you help me with this?"

"Don't let them get to you."

"I know you better than you know yourself."

#jupiter writes #writing prompts #friendship prompts #date: 2023.08.08 #prompt: 0005 #dialogue prompt

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"I've never done this before. I hope that's not an issue."

Callisto and X share a kiss for the first time and it's X's first time kissing a girl.

otp prompts: first kiss

"I've never done this before. I hope that's not an issue."

"I simply cannot believe that I waited this long to kiss you."

"Your lips are so soft."

"You don't taste anything like what I had imagined." "Was it worse?" "No!" X smiles. "So, so much better."

"Can I really do this? Are you sure?"

"You know there's no going back from this, don't you?"

"We should really never do this again unless you want me to be completely head over heels for you."

"I think this is as close to heaven as I'll ever get."

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#jupiter writes: prompts #kiss prompts #first kiss #atssts: writng prompt #jupiter's personal projects #project: and the snakes start to sing #therapy writing #date: 2023.05.06 #prompt 0005

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date: 2023.04.19 work: n/a characters: any

Love Confessions

A list of love confession prompts

"I can't believe it took me all these years to realize how I truly feel about you."

"Don't even pretend not to know how incredibly sexy and amazing you are."

"I don't think I've ever met someone that makes me want to treat them like royalty before."

"You could take over the world and I'd gladly let you lead... but I'd want to be your secondhand man."

"You are everything..."

"Oh god, I can't believe how much I adore you."

"Please never leave me like that I again! I thought I lost you and I couldn't bear the thought."

"I can't trust anyone that doesn't absolutely love you... like I do."

"No, you idiot. I love you."

"Trust me, you don't know what love is. I do. Because I've been in love with you since we were kids, holding hands while running around on the playground."

"You take my breath away."

"I'm so into you."

"I can't imagine my life without you in it."

"Please... never leave me again."

"I can't not love you. It's just not in me... crap, did I say that out loud?"

"I can't bear one more day of invisibility! I don't care if you hate me; I just want you to see me, all of the love and appreciation that I have for you - SEE ME!"

"I'm so scared that you'll never want to hold my hand again... and your hand is the only hand I want to hold."

"Your hand feels so natural in mine. It's like the gaps in mine were made for your hand."

"Life feels empty when I'm not around you."

"You are my world."

"How did I not see it before? I am... falling in love with you. God, what a fool I am."

"How did this happen? I was never meant to fall for you."

"I can't do this anymore. If I fall in love with you, I'm going to lose... no, you're right. It is too late."

#jupiter writes: prompts #writing prompts #confession prompts #date: 2023.04.19 #prompt: 0004 #love confession prompts

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“i knew i would love kissing you...”

date: 2023.04.19 work: petrichor characters: yijun x changmin

'the feather-light touch on [his] lips made [him] feel warm and safe...'

date: 2023.11.12 work: and the snakes start to sing characters: callisto x jason

Hello! I wanted to ask if you had any first kiss prompts? Like.... innocent, soft, shy kinds of first kisses, I guess. Dialogue or otherwise. I really love your content by the way! I'm sorry if my ask is confusing or not clear in any way, I'm not the best at articulating my thoughts 😅

Hi and thank you :)

Not confusing at all! Here are my thoughts on first kisses:

First Kiss Prompts

"I would very much like to kiss you right now." "Please."

"I'm not sure how to..." "Just follow my lead."

"Is it ok if I kiss you?" "I would like that very much."

"I knew I would love kissing you, but this was..." "Even better than the dream?" "Yes."

"This would probably be the perfect moment for a kiss..." "And we probably shouldn't waste it."

"I would like to show you how I good I feel when I'm with you."

"I've never done this before. I'm probably not going to be great at it." "Neither have I. But we could figure it out together."

The first kiss was not like the movies. It was a bit too stiff and at an awkward angle. But the second one was already better. Later that evening they had already become masters.

It was always exciting to kiss someone new. The first shy touches of yet to be claimed lips, leading to soft sighs and deepening feelings.

The feather-light touch on her lips made her feel warm and safe.

It was the first time their lips were meeting, but they immediately knew that it wouldn't be the last.

Hope you like them!

- Jana

#jupiter writes: prompts #petrichor: writing prompt #characters: yijun x changmin #writing practice #date: 2023.04.19 #prompt: 0003 #kiss prompts #atssts: writng prompt #date: 2023.11.12 #prompt: 0006

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Kisses Prompts that sends the readers reeling:

(5th, and 7th onee!! omfg 12th one PLSPLS somebody write and tag mee!)

hesitant kisses, but when they part one whispers "do it again. please."

hands caressing your neck or tracing your jaw as they kiss you nuts

their lips on yours, hot, feverish, partly sucking, teasing with their tongue (OMG-)

heated kisses - their hands on your bare skin, yours in their soft hair, lips nibbling, biting, moaning into yours, while heavily breathing after.

"love, don't hide your face, don't.." hands gently removing yours from your flushed face. "you make me fluster." you say, but they kiss you through those words and mumble against your lips, "you fluster me more, sweetheart."

kisses trailing down your chin, leaving love bites on your neck, chest, and all the shyness in between > < feeling their hot, sloppy wet kisses all over ur body, everywhere and beneath your stomach, and above it. :')

"i don't know how to kiss but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right." (on my damn knees ffr)

moving to gasp for air, but the other still leans in, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more!!! a string of saliva connecting each other's lips!!

hugs after kisses, that lasts several heartbeats long, as they nuzzle their face in your crook. kissing there as well, shyly smiling into it. (fyi im single since birth and haven't experienced ANY OF THESE BEFORE.)

"kiss me again, but- mphh"

cupping your lover's cheek. staring into their eyes with a grin before the kiss, their hands curling around your neck, anticipating it.

"lay down, love and let me do you how you deserve it."

#jupiter writes: prompts #petrichor: writing prompt #writing prompts #kiss prompts #characters: yijun x changmin #characters: haoyu x huiying #date: 2023.04.19 #prompt: 0002

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date: 2023.04.18 work: petrichor characters: yujing & changmin

“PLAYING WITH EACH OTHERS HAIR“

~GENTLE PROMPTS~

tickling you from the back before actually hugging you

knuckles brushing against each other and person a getting shy

hesitant glances at each other in a crowd

person a helping person b through panic/anxiety attacks

one small kiss before fully devouring the other person

THE SHY PERSON A INITIATING THE FIRST KISS ADJKSF

person a contemplating on whether to send person b a text

HOLDING HANDS UNDER THE TABLE

gentle ear rubs because person b knows person a loves them

knees touching intentionally and person a getting shy

person b complementing person a IN PUBLIC

PLAYING WITH EACH OTHERS HAIR

person a shyly playing with person b's rings while cuddling

small "shh' im here" when someone else is crying

FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES FOREHEAD KISSES

pressing your foreheads together after a kiss

TRACING PERSON B'S TATTOOS kill me kill me now

holding hands while walking in a friend group

unintentionally caressing each other

SAYING I LOVE YOU BEFORE LEAVING TO WORK?? GIVE ME

acting foolish around each other

random flirty texts or hOrNy texts too

person b trying to cook person a's fav dish

DRUNK DANCING

lazy kisses that dont even count as kisses but you could live in that moment forever because LOVE

person a trying to keep person b still for a picture

MOVING PERSON A BY THEIR WAIST bye

person b winking at person a in public whILE A GETS ALL FLUSTERED

#jupiter writes: prompts #petrichor: writing prompt #characters: yijun & changmin #writing practice #date: 2023.04.18 #prompt: 0001 #gentle prompts

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Ways To Reveal a Character’s Traumatic Past

Dream sequence/nightmare

Flashback/resurfaced memories

Revealed by psychic reading Whumpee’s mind

Found footage/pictures

Someone finally asks and they explain

As the reason behind a thought process/assumption/belief

Whumper shows up and taunts them

Scars

Through conditioned behaviour

Finding an old journal

Hints dropped in conversation

Have someone who knows tell someone who doesn’t

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Feel free to add others!

#writing help #writing trauma

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The Language Of Flowers

Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal

Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success

Anemone: Vanishing hopes

Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck

Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction

Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth

Dahlia flower: Warnings and change

Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity

Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement

Gardenia: Symbol of secret love

Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity

Hyacinth: I'm sorry, please forgive me.

Iris: Eloquence

Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty

Lily of the valley: Return of happiness

Marigold: Passion and creativity

Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love

Peony: Happy marriage

Lavender: Love at first sight

Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion

White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm

Sunflower: Good luck and ambition

Tulip: Irresistible love

Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love

Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories

#jupiter needs help #writing help #flowers #flower language

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date: 2023.03.10 work: petrichor characters: yijun & changmin

“I’m excited for you.”

#jupiter writes: prompts #petrichor: writing prompt 2 #characters: yijun & changmin #writing practice #date: 2023.03.10 #prompt 0000

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I’ve seen so many people portray ballerinas, or even dancers in general, wrong. Here’s two things that we need to get straight before going on:

Ballerinas are not anorexics.

Ballerinas do not turn into creepy-ass swans on stage, like in Black Swan. Nor do they get creepy needles in their skin.

Now, moving on. Now, many people make these guides based on how they see that they should be portrayed, but I’m making this guide from the inside. I, am a dancer myself, and I think that this would help many.

BODY

Although many see ballerinas as anorexic freaks in tights, they really aren’t that. Yes, dancers must be skinny, but they must have strong muscles. And that means all muscles. Including abs. Unlike musclemen, dancers must keep a toned body with strong muscles.

A ballerina’s arms must have a delicate feeling to it, yet they must be strong and firm. A ballerina’s legs are very strong, and are full of muscle. Depending on how long and how much they dance, they could have hyper extended legs. As for feet, let’s just not say they’re the prettiest. So a personality idea or a a fact that many people might not know about is that the character might not like to wear closed-toed shoes. Details of the foot would include:

Veins are visible in the foot.

Toenails aren’t so pretty (Why? Because when dancers go on pointe, they have to cut their toenails so the impact of the hard box on the toe wouldn’t ruin the toenail. So don’t even think about doing a para about getting a pedicure. Stay with the manicure.)

Archy feet (Due to constant pointing of the foot)

Huge ankle and toe joints

Big toe may look like its pointing inward

And that’s just a little bit.

NO PAIN, NO GAIN.

Dancers, as much as they look beautiful and make dancing seem effortless, it’s all apart of the act. Dancing, especially on pointe is absolutely painful. Here’s what you’d normally see:

“Sarah quickly got into class and put on her pointe shoes. She immediately got onto the dance floor and started spinning on her pointe shoes. She did 10 turns effortlessly, and just continued spinning.”

If I’d ever see this, I would find you and punch you in the face. First of all, every dancer must stretch. That includes:

Straddle

Splits (Right, left, & middle)

Barrework (This is especially important. You just don’t walk into a room and start dancing. You must warm up a little bit. These are often done in ballet shoes, then dancers go on pointe for center, although there are times when they do pointework at the barrè.)

Also, so many people get ballet turns wrong. For example:

Spin or turn is a pirouette.

Kick is a grand battement.

A full glossary of ballet terms can be found here.

So, let’s do that little snippet one more time:

“Sarah hurried into class, almost being late. She got to the barré and quickly put her pointe shoes on. Today was Tuesday, so she knew that they did pointe at the barré. She tucked away her water bottle underneath the barré, pressed up against the wall as she learned the first combination. It was always this: pliés, tendus, degagés, frappés, grand battements, and finally onto center. They did a simple combination consisting of mainly glissades and échappés, and then went on to pirouettes. Keeping her stomach tight and her arms firmly placed in first, she got 5 rotations in, and was proud of herself. Her neck began to be sore from the constant spotting, but she continued doing pirouettes. Soon after, the class ended. Feeling proud of herself with her pirouettes, she decided to reward herself with a well-deserved smoothie.”

You see? There is much more technicality in the glossary of dancer than many people know.

COMMON HABITS

One main habit of a dancer (as in the majority of dancers, competition & professional dancers alike) is to say that they’re fat, even though they know that they aren’t. It’s mainly due to how media portrays dancers as either anorexic freaks or bottle-blonde barbies with pointe shoes that go all the way up to their knee.

Another habit is to tap out a a beat when they’re concentrating. This comes from always being surrounded by music.

Also, when learning or marking a combination, a dancer will often bite their lip, chew their cheek, or even stick out their tongue, which for some reason, helps concentrate.

Another habit, sadly, is that dancers can be quite clumsy when not dancing. Whenever I trip or fall, I get a lot of ‘I thought you were supposed to be a dancer.’

STYLE

There are many different types of dancing, and different styles of different genres. Let’s take the USA for example. The West Coast is mainly about entertainment. If you look at dances from studios such as Dance Precisions, or Just Plain Dancin’, it’s a lot of entertainment, yet there’s still a lot of technicality. It’s because they’re all about entertainment that they seem so intimidating. Because it’s not all technical stuff, there is less things for judges to take off for, which means higher scores. The East Coast is mainly technicality. Many studios, such as ALDC, push their girls to the limit. For example, many girls on the East Coast at the age of 9 or 10 are already doing 6-7 turns. But of course, that doesn’t mean the West Coast isn’t that talented, too. It’s because of their hard tricks and leaps (ex. an aerial out of a turn combination) that they seem intimidating, too. But being a dancer that watches many dances from both sides, and has competed on both sides, I’ve learned this. The South Coast is basically a mix of it all. If you look at studios such as Masters Upper Level (my studio, yay!), there’s a lot of entertainment mixed with technicality (for example, our production Bugle Boy. You can find a video of it here).

I hope this helped you all, and I can’t wait to see more ballerinas in upcoming character bios!

In that dance I posted from my studio, I’m actually in it, although you won’t really be able to tell what I look like. I’m in the leap part from 2:07 to 2:13. I’m in other places, but this is where you’d be actually able to see me. I’m the center one, or the shortest one in that group. This dance was also nominated for ‘Best Performance of 2012’, but I’m not sure if we won or not.

#jupiter needs help #petrichor: writing help #petrichor: long changmin #writing help #ballerina

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