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I'm so sorry I haven't written any prompts for a while, all the prompts I have I want to safekeep and write myself for a specific otp :') But I just have... so many...

When i completely give up on writing a prompt myself, I put it here for other people to find inspiration. I hope you don't mind, but since I'm so busy, I'll have to prioritise some prompt/fic ideas soon so there'll be more posts from me soon. <3

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Just a friendly reminder that reblogs are very much appreciated and help the op a lot more than likes (which are still also appreciated!)

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Imagine

“I’M HOME!” Person A screams out.

There’s silence, then a growing fast footsteps to their direction. Person B flings themself at Person A.

“Woah, careful!” Person A laughs out, suffocating lightly.

“You were gone for so long,” Person B cries out.

“I was only gone for a few hours, the lines at the shops were dreadful today.” 

That only make Person B hug their lover even tighter. 

“Wait, it might break.” Person A pulls away slowly. “I got this for you.” 

Person A pulls a single fallen leaf from their pocket. It’s filled with a mix of reds and browns, oranges and green blending beautiful at a scale smaller than the palm of their hand. 

“I saw yesterday you were picking up the pretty leaves in the backyard, so...” Person A holds it up. “This one’s pretty good, right?”

Whenever they have guests over, they often ask why there’s dead leaves next to the bowl of keys, on top of a small pile of books. Person B just smiles gently at a blushing Person A. 

“Dunno,” Person A shrugs.

But they do.

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Imagine

“All these years, you’ve loved me?” 

Person B nods, tears falling down their chin. “I didn’t want to. God, how I tried to stop.” 

Person A is in shock, staring at Person B in a new light. But when Person B reaches out, Person A steps back and away. The small action rips another sob out of Person B.

“Why did you never tell me?” 

Person B is struggling to breathe now, trying so hard to keep it together. The way they can feel their throat close up, the back of their eyes begin to ache, and a crying headache starts to form.

“Because,” Person B whispers, not able to speak any louder. “How could I?” 

“So all this time, every partner I’ve had, every person I’ve kissed in front of you, it was hurting you?”

Person B shakes their head and smiles through their tear stricken face. “No, I was happy for you.” 

It was silent now. Person B’s shaking make no noise, no sniffles or hiccups, not sobs or sighs either. It was like the world pressed pause, as if it itself needed a moment to keep itself together. 

All too soon, it pressed play.

“You’ve been there, silently loving me. Quietly watching and hoping for my happiness even if it may have been at the expense of your own...” 

Person B looks at Person A, trying to find a hint of the beginning of a joke, but found none. Slowly, they looked to the ground and nodded.

“Why tell me now?” Person A asked.

Person B laughed bitterly and shrugged. “Why not?”

Slowly, Person A approached Person B. They could practically hear each other’s mind whizzing and bouncing about. Then Person A held out their hand.

“I’m slow, and oblivious,” Person A started. “I don’t notice how people love, how quiet or loud they can be, how it works, or why it works, but I do know when it’s genuine.” 

Person B looks at them with wide eyes. 

“I have a long way to catch up, and I’m not even sure how things might go, but...” Person A continues.

Person A is scared, Person B can tell. The way their left eyebrow twitches, and the tapping of their thumb on each pad of their fingers. Person B has known Person A long enough to learn it, long enough to love it.

"But what?" They manage to croak out.

"Give me a chance? A chance to fall for you the way you did for me." Person A cringes inwardly on themself. "I don't mean I'll force it, wow, no. You deserve better than that. I just mean, I want to see where we could go?"

Person B's face is a right mess. The heartbeaking sobs from earlier ripping through their appearance, tossing and tearings everything apart. But Person A was still there, just like they've always been.

"Okay." They whisper, and not because of their throat this time.

Person B reaches out and grabs Person A's hand. With a shakey intake of breath, they hope for the best.

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Imagine

Person A kept a diary. A diary filled with entry upon entry of almost all the thoughts they could find time to write about. Person B has been dating them for a while, and admires the dedication their partner has for continuing diary writing.

Person B, of course, respects Person A’s privacy, knowing that it’s their form of venting and stress relief. So Person B admires the covers of the diaries from afar.

One thing about Person A that Person B realised along the way was that they had a way with words. When they weren’t writing in their diary, they were typing out stories, or voicing out poetry. Sometimes when they were hanging out, Person A would suddenly rush to their pockets and grab the nearest pen and write a word or a sentence for later.

Person B is hopelessly in love with them, and tries to tell them often, but they can’t seem to find the right words. Like all the words in the world couldn’t even come close to being used to describe how much they adored Person A.

Person A doesn’t have trouble expressing their feelings, often going out of their way to do it. It’s soft, and loving, and Person B wants to return it in the way they know would mean the most to Person A. 

So Person B begins writing, looking up words, going through a thesaurus, spending weeks on end trying to get something that means something. After writing and retwriting their piece, hours of practicing and performing, Person B finally told Person A just how much they adored them. They couldn’t help the shaking of their hands.

“Remember when we went to the zoo that one time, and we went to see the penguins? You couldn’t stop laughing because all you could think of was Benedict Cumberbatch saying, ‘pengwings.’ I think that was the first time I noticed the swell of affection in my chest for you.

Maybe it was the way your laugh seemed to bounce off the walls and sound like heaven’s chorus. As if the gates of the beyond opened up in my chest to let all my feelings for you in. 

Maybe it was the way you wiped away the tears rolling down your cheeks. I could see my reflection in them. Like it was showing me the end of a pathway that lead to the two of us being so glorious together.

From that day on, I wanted to write songs about you, write you poetry, create works of art that could somehow encapsulate my adoration for you, who I believe was the best artwork the gods have ever thought of. 

Ever since that day, every poem didn’t feel right,  every song seemed to fall flat. I couldn’t look at Van Gogh or Leonardo DaVinci’s works without thinking, ‘Yeah, it’s nice. But have you seen Person A? Have you heard the way they laugh? How their eyes sparkle when they talk about aliens, or nature, or how much sugar is appropriate for coffee? How about when they’re crying, and cursing the world beneath their feet? The strength and passion coursing through their veins? They are art.’

I adore you so much, my dear. This writing does not show it enough.”

(I’ve been gone for a long time but this is a piece of writing I scribbled down a month ago when I was bored. How incredible it would be to have someone write this for you. I don’t know, I think having someone to write about would be beautiful, but for now I’ll just stick with writing to an empty canvas.)

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I have a million notes of story ideas, all ranging from a single word to fully thought out paragraphs. I wish I could use them to create the imagine you all follow me for, but they’re going to be used in my fanfics. Sorry y’all, PEACE

But I do have a lot of old fanfics I never published bc I either got bored, or left the fandom, so I can try and twist some of them around for imagines. I have a p funny one I might post, who knows? I sure don’t lmaoooo

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I Don't Love You (Lie no. 1)

It's on ao3!

Pairing/s: MAIN PAIRING IS DRARRY, but there is Luna x Ginny, Ron x Hermione, and Neville x Theodore x Gregory

Summary: When an auror raid goes wrong, Harry finds himself forgetting the past 5 years. Now he’s on a journey of rediscovery, trying to regain his memories. But when the past 5 years involve a new house, new friends, a new boyfriend, and a lot of other very new things in his life, it starts to take its toll on him.

Word count: 18.7k

Status: 1/5 chapters

So I finally completed the first chapter of a story that never left my head once the idea got in. I'm super excited to continue writing this, and chapter 2 is being written and planned out as we speak!! Aahh, I'm just really proud of myself for writing.

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God has artists that have passed away paint the sky. Look up, it'll always be beautiful. Regardless if it's storm clouds or clear blue skies, it is beautiful and painted by the ones who wished to paint the biggest canvas.

The clouds are sculpted by the artists that wanted to use the most precious of clay. The wisps and edges, the way they're so gently placed to accompany the painted canvas behind it, it's beautiful.

The sounds of nature are orchestrated by the musicians and composers of past. Every call of a bird to a croak of a frog to a gust of wind, they are all beautiful.

The scientists, from biologists to geologists, from physicists to chemists, make the world look at beautiful as it does. They adjust the thin leaves of a tree with the wind so the sun hits each one to show the beautiful shade of green. They put every thought into every ripple of water so the sun hits it at the right angle to shimmer and glitter and glow. It's beautiful.

There's so much more. So many of the past trying to show us the beauties of present leaving to become just the past. To tell us that the world is beautiful.

And it will always be beautiful. We just have to save it.

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Reblog because i really love this?

Imagine

Person A is a heavy reader. Person B isn’t. Person A usually reads the stories to Person B when they need to calm down, from what it is, Person A never asks. Person B often falls asleep to the stories from Person A’s mouth, and can never stay up long enough to finish the stories, so all they know is the (mostly) happy beginnings, and never the ends. 

Person A gives Person B their favourite book, one that’s been with them for a long time. The book has obvious signs of the love and importance it had on Person A’s life, but they know that it’s Person B’s favourite story. 

You see, Person B might not notice, but Person A always keep a check of how long it takes for Person B to fall asleep when they’re reading a book. Sometimes it’s within the 3rd chapter, other times it’s on the 23rd. But when Person A reads this book to Person B, they notice how Person B struggles to stay awake, and is always concentrating so hard on not giving in to the slumber. Person A once asked Person B if they wanted to start from the middle of the book this time (because god forbid they say, ‘Where we left off’ because that means they’ll know when they fell asleep and that’s a conversation for a later (or never) time) but Person B always politely declines and says with the sweetest voices, “No, I want to hear your voice as much as possible.” 

Person B shakily accepts the gift, and promises to give it back, but Person A declines and says, “No, you can have it. It’s yours. I know how much you love it, almost as much as I do. So here, read it, you fall asleep before the ending anyway.” And laughs it off, albeit awkwardly. 

A few days pass since the gift giving, and Person B has had minimal contact with Person A. Then one day, as Person A was in the quiet corner of the library, back hunched over a book and nail biting in progress, Person B comes in and sits in front of Person A. 

“I understand why this book is your favourite, and I don’t want to copy you but it’s now my favourite too.” Person B says quietly as they watch Person A’s eyes scan 20 words a second. Person A nods slightly. “So I have a gift for you too.”

Person A looks up from the book and stares at a copy of the same book, looking newer and less worn, but still holding the words that made them laugh, cry, and die in a matter of 2 pages. Person B smiles, and says, “It’s my copy, I bought it the day before you gave me yours. I only read the first part, because it’s all I knew in your voice. So I could never bring myself to read the rest.” Person B laughs awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t usually read books. But when you read them I suddenly picture myself there, in those pages, except it doesn’t feel like just pages, it feels real. My voice can’t do that, but yours can. So… When you gave me the book you had read to me over and over again, suddenly I could picture you, holding the book exactly the same way you are now, eyes scanning over the words so quickly that your voice fails to catch up, and the small hint of a smile in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes, and, believe me, I didn’t understand why people fell in love with reading but I think I’m in love with your reading. Whether it’s silent scanning of words, or quiet whispers of every second word, or when you voice the characters’ dialogue yourself to get the emotion right in your head because you haven’t heard the words said like that before, or when your reading it to me, I’m in love with you and your reading.” 

Person B is blushing furiously and Person A is still waiting, listening, knowing that this isn’t the end of what Person B wants to say.

“You’re the person people in books fall in love with,” Person B says with a quiet voice.

(Note from author: Hi, this is me coming back after ‘leaving’ this account. I actually never left and I knew a lot of people started following me AFTER i said I wouldn’t be back, so thank you! Also the words in between the // are just my mind going weird and wanting to add in something really stupid haha, love ya’ll.)

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Oops my hand slipped, yikes

First one is fanart of my drarry fic Take It All, but the rest where just me trying to figure out how backgrounds work (spoiler alert, i still i dont know but I’m closer than i was before)

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Take It All (Drarry)

Hi! I just wrote my first complete drarry fanfic. I was having a writer’s block/creative hiatus and I decided to go onto random word generator and random number generators. I ended up with writing a drarry fanfic that had to be 2631 words long (It ended up being almost twice as long), and have the words “Routine,” “Take,” and “Brush” in it. 

I hope you enjoy :D here’s the link for ao3 too 

Summary: It’s been 5 years since the war, and Draco is finally living instead of just surviving. But when Harry Potter saunters into his workplace looking like he missed his own funeral, Draco’s life turns upside down. Suddenly, everything Draco knew is changing.

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Draco works with potions for his past, and paints the Malfoy Manor for the present. Here comes Harry Potter, and maybe Draco falls for him for the future

Keep reading

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Angsty Relationship Prompts

1. “The hardest thing I’ll ever do is walk away still loving you.”

2. “I lost somebody who was never even mine…”

3. “How does it feel? Losing the thing you loved the most, I mean.”

4. “I stay awake constantly. I’m always awake. Always. I’m scared that if I fall asleep, I’ll see your face. And I can’t do it. I just can’t.”

5. “I’ll see you when I wake up. Mark my words, this won’t be the end.”

6. “If I can’t have you, and I can’t find truth, then what’s the point of waking up?”

7. “I can’t sit still. I can’t fucking breathe. It’s like I’m chasing something, and I don’t know what it is, but I can’t let it go.”

8. “I’m starting to believe that every time you said that you loved me, you were just talking in your sleep.”

9. “I can tell you I hate you, but that unfortunately doesn’t make it true.”

10. “We gave our love away….”

11. “Maybe I’ve ever faced death. But if I were to walk away now, what would that make me?”

12. “I’m not ready to tell you everything you need to know.”

13. “I won’t leave for the sake of you.”

14. “We both know the good in me is fading, but whatever’s left it begging you to believe that I’m everything that you want.”

15. “I want to know what it feel like, to love someone without looking back…”

16. “It… it hurts to breathe. Because every breath I take reminds me that I’m alive, and that I have to live without you. How did you do it? How did you destroy something so simple?”

17. “I can’t let go of you, okay? You make me so fucking miserable, and I hate you, but I can’t do it. I… I can’t do it.”

18. “I miss you… the old you…”

19. “We used to talk for hours… what happened to us? Look at us…”

20. “I hate you. I hate you so much. I can’t stand you anymore. I can’t stand myself. I hate what you’ve made me. I wish I could just walk out of here and forget that you ever existed, and-“ “I love you.”

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Dialogue Writing Prompts #20

1. “How does it feel….to lose the thing you loved the most?”

2. “I’m getting really tired of pretending I’m not evil.”

3. “When this is all over, I want my sanity back.”

4. “How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?”

5. “Screw it. Let’s just blow it up and call it a day.”

6. “What’s our exit strategy?” “Our what?”

7. “I’ve been in love with you for years. I just never had the guts to say it.”

8. “Would a bag of explosives help?”

9. “Why is there a goat in my bathroom?”

10. “This tastes like paint thinner and bad decisions.”

11. “I realized I was in love with you when all of my decisions began to revolve around you.”

12. “Is that blood?” “…no?”

13. “What…what exactly is that?”

14. “Aw man. You’re still alive.”

15. “Are you sober?” “I’m moderately functional.”

16. “So I sold your car for a piece of lemon cake.”

17. “Where are you going?” “To demolish the living room.”

18. “Sometimes I wish the sun wouldn’t go down…”

19. “I’m pretty sure this is illegal.”

20. “I want to go home…”

21. “Don’t you dare put that in the microwave….”

22. “What the hell is in your mouth? Spit it out.”

23. “Nope. We don’t have time for you to have a crisis today.”

24. “He’s a terrible person.” “He’s a broken person….”

25. “For gods sake, stop provoking the ducks.”

26. “I don’t want to be your hero…”

27. “Stay away from me. Your love hurts…”

28. “I told you that you’d get stuck. I’m not calling the fire department again.”

29. “Are you….are you throwing spoons at me?”

30. “You can blame yourself for all the battles, but I’ll never stop blaming myself for the war.”

31. “You aren’t allowed to make omelets at 3am anymore.”

32. “Oh, darling. You don’t need a weapon when you were born one.”

33. “Is there something wrong with me…?”

34. “I thought you forgot about me…”

35. “I know how it ends. Of course I know. I just forget how it began.”

36. “Do you miss her?” “All the time…”

37. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

38. “Just do it! HIT ME ALREADY!”

39. “Why are you so eager to die?”

40. “What are we? Us?”

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Ngl i headcanon Lance as pan but dont get me wrong bi Lance is a great headcanon too!!

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Person A: *gives Person B their jacket* Here you can have this back

Person B: *confused and slightly scared* um.. I gave it to you to keep on our third date...

Person A: I know, please take it and wear for a few weeks

Person B: wait what? Why?

Person A: It smells like me now, please wear it while I'm here. It'll smell like you before I have to go back!

Person B: *sighs in relief* Ohhh okay

Person A: There's 3 weeks until I have to go back...

Person B: I know... But it'll be okay, once we graduate, we can be together for longer than just 3 weeks every year. I know it.