#creative apps

[furiousdinosaurdestiny]

It’s me. I’m the problem hehe

[makeupreviewandbeautyblog]

Top 10 Apps for Indian kids During Summer Vacation!

Yo, Lil Champs! Summer’s here and school’s out, while the sun will blazing like a tandoori chicken! Fear not lil buddies as we have a great mobile app for kids for your snoozefest vacation. We have a list of epic adventures, creativity, and some brain-boosting challenges, all those powered by the magic of apps! It’s time to grab your phones (of course with parental permission). Let’s dive into…

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #269

Hero:

Your profile says you like stargazing. Would you wanna fly around some time? I can get us an extra good view 😉

Villain:

This is Villain.

Hero:

Dang it!! Stop being on every powered people dating app I use!

Villain:

I think the real question is how you keep matching with me on every dating app you use.

Hero:

I’m not doing it on purpose!!! I’m just not used to seeing you in civilian clothes and keep getting confused!!

And you have to match with me too you know! So I could say the same about you!! Why are you swiping up when you know it’s me?!

Villain:

Honestly? Because it’s hilarious 😆🫰

Hero:

I’m blocking you. AGAIN.

Villain:

Awww, but that stargazing date sounded fun.

[s0upjuice]

breaking in a new tablet with the snugglers

[loveanddeepsecrets]

“I don’t want a sleepover…”

Ft. Caleb

⤠ A headcanon turned one shot inspired by a couple’s prank I saw on TikTok

How I’d imagine the LI’s would respond to you when you say you don’t want to spend the night anymore. This would’ve been shorter, but it felt hollow writing bullet points & quotes (I had to set the scene LMAO) so it’s a series now.

⤠ I’m not confident calling this a fic, but this is my first time writing in a fic-like format, so please bear with me if the tone of voice is off

⤠ Tags: Caleb x gn!reader, needy Caleb, fluff, angst if you squint, inaccurate timeline (I think? Mentions Springfresh Day but takes place a few weeks after Lucid Dream myth)

⤠ ft. Xavier| ft. Zayne| ft. Rafayel| ft. Sylus|

⤠ Word count: ≈1.3k (mostly proofread)

It’s the weekend leading up to Springfresh Day, and Caleb insisted you stay with him in Skyhaven because the white Fringetrees are perfect this time of year, and you hardly see any in Linkon. His excitement paired with the laundry list of activities he planned, had you thinking this would be the perfect time to try that couple’s prank you saw on social media. Caleb knows you too well you when it comes to petty, almost juvenile pranks, so you knew time was of the essence.

You two decided to enjoy the warmer weather and fresh blossoms by roller skating around the city to commemorate the new season. The afternoon was scenic and lively. A day filled with festivities like sampling small bites at food trucks, to browsing local street vendors, to strolling through the park, now ends with a race back to Caleb’s apartment.

You hunch over holding your sides, sore from laughter. Your eyes are misty from the wind and tears, but you successfully manage to reach the end of the hallway to tap his front door.

“You’re unbelievable!” he pants, finally catching up to you.

“I only learned from the best! Don’t beat yourself up.” you tease.

Though you’re a skilled and nimble hunter, your muscles still ache from today’s mini excursion. You lazily roll into his living room and faceplant onto the plush sofa. Caleb, trailing close behind you, lets out a small chuckle as he plops himself next to you to remove your skates.

“Ya know…I would’ve carried you back, but you just had to try and best me again didn’t you?”

“It was starting to get dark, and you said you wanted to chase the sunset!” you retort while painfully turning on your side. You let out a low groan as he starts to massage your calves.

“I didn’t mean for you race me! Besides, we only have this weekend together pipsqueak. I don’t want to chase time when I’m with you.”

He grabs your leg to pull you onto his lap and plants a quick peck on your cheek. A comfortable silence lingers between you before he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You knew it was cruel, but with his guard down, relaxed your embrace, now seemed like the perfect time to try the prank.

“Caleb…” you say quietly.

“Yeah?” he replies teasingly, matching your hushed tone

“I don’t think I want to sleep over this weekend.”

You feel his muscles tense under your hold. He lifts his head, eyes meeting yours filled with concern and confusion.

“Wait, huh?”

“I don’t really feel like sleeping over. Today was so much fun— believe me I had a great time, but I kinda want to be by myself for a bit.”

He shakes his head in confusion. “Why? What changed your mind?”

“I don’t know. I just like the feeling of being in my own bed right now.” you explain, slowly pulling away. The sadness in his voice grows more apparent.

“You know I’d never expect you to share a bed with me when you come over. That’s why I made sure you had your own space. Is your bed not comfortable?”

“No it is! It’s just— not the same as laying in my own bed at my own place you know?”

You were confident you could save face until he gave you that look. You know the look. The one with hurt and helplessness in his eyes whenever he can’t read you. You know he hates feeling like you’re hiding from him.

He slightly shifts under you and reaches for your hand. He softly traces his thumb back and forth along your knuckles.

“Ever since we were kids, the only time I’d see you chicken out like this is if you were really spooked by something.” He stops tracing his thumb and gives you that look again.

“You’re not scared of me, right?”

Your heart sinks and you start to falter. “Of course not, I—”

“I know you still need more time to trust me again—”

“Wait, Caleb—”

“And I want nothing more than for us to get back to the way we were before. But if you’re serious about heading back to Linkon, I’ll let you go under 2 conditions. 1: I drive you back to your place. I don’t care that it’s far. Our time is shorter now, and I want to spend all that’s left of it with you. Plus, we haven’t had a good road trip in forever.”

He hesitates a bit before grabbing hold of your hand once more to continue.

“And 2: At least stay for dinner? I sorta bought the ingredients already to make your favourite.” he added shyly.

You didn’t expect this side of Caleb to lay bare so soon after you agreed to give your relationship another try. Then again, you were far from strangers. His vulnerability paired with the sad puppy eyes always failed you when you were kids, and it was about to fail you yet again. Finally, you give in; cupping his face, your words spurt like rapid fire. “I’ll definitely stay for dinner…and dessert…and breakfast later. I don’t actually want to go back, it’s a prank. I saw it online and wanted to do it to you—I’m sorry!!”

Caleb lowers his head in disbelief at your admission, laughing to himself. He leans back, dragging both hands down his face with a heavy sigh.

“You got me.” he concedes defeatedly.

You’re as relieved as he is at his reaction. But the moment quickly passes as you seize the opportunity to gloat.

“You were gonna make my favourite huh?”

“Don’t start, pipsqueak.” he warns.

“And you were right about the road trip. It’s been way too long. When will we actually go on one this time?”

He looks at you for a moment before answering.

“Whenever you want.” he says earnestly.

Taken back by his sincerity, a warm flush spreads to your cheeks. You try looking away, but his face follows your gaze, and he closes the little remaining distance between you. His lips nearly brush against your ear, “You owe me.” he whispers with a hint of mirth.

Before you can respond, he curls one arm under your legs and scoops you off the couch. You yelp and quickly grab hold of his shoulders for stability. You flick his ear for startling you.

“You still have skates on, are you crazy?! We’re gonna fall!”

“Well pips, you bested me 3 times today, and every winner deserves a victory lap, right?” He slowly glides his way around the living room.

“You tricked me into racing you, you tricked me with that cruel, sick prank and now you’ve tricked me into making your favourite tonight. I was actually planning on makin’ it tomorrow.” he says as if he’s revealing a big secret.

“Please, you would’ve made it tonight if I asked anyway—oh! And the road trip!”

“And the road trip” he adds, playfully rolling his eyes. “Always a sore winner.”

“So that’s me: 4 | Caleb: 0. What do 4 wins get me?”

He smirks mischievously and holds you tighter.

“A victory lap at 4x speed.”

“Wait, no—!”

But you were too late. Caleb was already zooming throughout his apartment at breakneck speed; skillfully weaving around furniture and sharp corners ensuring you don’t bump into anything.

Your eyes shut tightly as you held onto his neck even tighter, laughing and squealing. The speed, mischief, and sounds of shared giggles, briefly transported both of you back in time with memories of a young Caleb running around the house with you on piggyback. Always chasing the clock until you’re inevitably caught by grandma with a new punishment and long lecture.

ꨄ︎ A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes and comments are appreciated as always. Writing dialogue in the tone of the LI’s is the hardest part imo and this was certainly a challenge. This took weeks to write on and off no lie. I think I’ll stick to tiny drabbles and headcanons once this is over

Side note: Why is it so hard to find Caleb fluff? I’ve been searching so long to find some on here but it always ends up spicy! Nothing wrong with that, but I want more lover boy Caleb 😤 (If you know of any pls lmk!)

Dividers by: saradika-graphics and @/strangergraphics

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you know a good app or any other procedure/materials where I can make a structure of my long form story? :( i basically don't know how to map it all out.

Here's a great post by @the960writers

LibreOffice (https://www.libreoffice.org/)

FocusWriter (https://gottcode.org/focuswriter/)

Scrivener (https://www.literatureandlatte.com/scrivener/overview)

Reedsy (https://reedsy.com/write-a-book)

Novelpad (https://novelpad.co/)

Campfire (https://www.campfirewriting.com/)

Obsidian (https://obsidian.md/)

Notesnook (https://notesnook.com)

Ellipsus (https://ellipsus.com)

Read their full post for more information. Hope this helps :)

[phantomilx]

klonoa! and a certain sleepy friend

[post-punk-revival]

Follow-up illustration

[sunflower-chai]

happy holy monday aka Jesus cursing a fig tree and flipping tables day 👍🏻

[hooid]

The fire will pity us all

[petitesmafia]

hc one the Flags’ fav drunk activities is picking out the craziest Lippmann fanfiction they can find and then one person narrates it

(note: Chuuya is the worst narrator bc he goes “what the fuck I’m not saying that lemme skip that” every time he sees a cringey line and Iceman is the best narrator bc he’s the only one who can maintain composure and keep a level tone from start to finish)

[ashenwaves]

🔸Heart of the Woods🔸

(It wasn’t my intention but this illustration is perfect to represent the myth of Daphne. But my brain works in mysterious ways )

[lavender-twilight23]

Accurate representation of me at 12:32am last night writing a new fanfic in the Notes app that may or may not be the balcony scene from First Class except it’s a first kiss Cherik one shot

My Cherik heart beats so fast I can’t stop it

Those bi crazies need to bridge that huge ass gap between them

I mean their looks say it all- they want each other BAD

JUST KISS DAMN IT

Anyway, new Cherik fic coming soon!! 🥹

(Bi colors bcuz our boys are icons)

[grape-souffle]

What would u guys say...

If I told u I was working on yet another animatic, even with my other wips

[honeyed-blossom]

ever since the Super Bowl I’ve been plagued by this tubi commercial everywhere ifykyk and well, last night, I had this 2am nightmare of an idea and I just had to sketch it out….

read at your own risk 🫣

ok some aftercare bc this was slightly unhinged of me 🥲✌️

[raineandsky]

#128

“How’d that thing at the weekend go?”

The hero laughs with visible discomfort. “Ah, pretty good. Wasn’t too bad.”

The other hero turns to look at him incredulously. “Wasn’t too bad? I thought your kids had some big parts in that play or something.”

“Oh, yeah, they did. You know how kids are, though. Acting clearly doesn’t run in the family.”

The last the other hero had heard, the hero was ecstatic to be going to this play. Now, he’s folding his clothes and shoving them into his locker like the weekend wasn’t anything special.

“You feeling alright?” the other hero asks shortly.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know.” The other hero leans against their locker as the hero fiddles with the code on his. “I was expecting you to be more… excited. Has something happened?”

“No, nothing.”

“You can tell me.”

“I don’t have anything to tell you.” The hero gives up and slams the door on his locker. It doesn’t shut. “It was a nice weekend. The kids did their play and it was as entertaining as it was a bunch of eight year olds misremembering all their lines. That’s it.”

The other hero watches him as he turns back to the bench, sifting through his bag. They consider pushing it, but they don’t get the chance before the locker room door gets flung open.

“Sorry I’m late!” calls the voice in the doorway. “Traffic’s a nightmare. Anyways, I know you’re dying to hear how the kids did—god, they’re stars. I took a video, look—”

The hero cuts himself off when he finally meets the eye of… the hero, elbow deep in his bag with his locker swinging open behind him.

“Oh,” the hero says faintly from the doorway. “You’re me.”

The other hero rounds on the hero inside the locker room. “Who are you?”

The hero—although maybe not now—stares at them like he’s shocked before nodding to the hero in the doorway. “He’s the imposter.”

“He is actually trying to tell us about his kids,” the other hero says flatly. “I’m more inclined to believe he’s real.”

The hero glances between the hero in the doorway and the other hero next to him for a long second. “Look, I didn’t think I’d have to research his weekend plans, okay?”

That’s as good as a confession to the other hero. He’s already reaching for the handcuffs in his pocket—thank god he thought to take them out. “Okay. Well, you have the right to remain—”

He’s barely started before the hero bolts, the bag thrown mercilessly to the floor. The hero—the real hero—moves after him, the other hero close behind as their fake hero throws himself into the corner. He stumbles back against the wall, trapped.

“There’s no need to run,” the other hero drawls.

“I’m not running,” the fake hero say. He smiles, his back to the tile, like this was all part of the plan. “You can’t run through walls.”

And with that he leans back, the wall swallows him, and he disappears.

“He has my powers, too!” the hero cries, pointing rather uselessly at the now empty corner. “That’s not fair!”

The hero launches after him, straight through the wall. The other hero, cursed with the power of super strength, is left to take the long way round.

By the time the other hero gets there the hero already has the imposter in a tight hold. “What an idiot,” the hero says severely. “Let’s get him into a cell, huh? Whoever he is.”

“Almost had you, didn’t I?” the imposter says with a bright laugh. The other hero doesn’t like it. “Imagine what a league of us could do. Who would you trust? Who’s real? Who’s fake?”

“Oh, shut up,” the hero snaps.

“Stay on your toes. I’m far from the only one,” the imposter continues. His eyes bore straight through the other hero when he says, “Next time, it might be you.”