#gt sentence prompts

[cyncerity]

Ok so since my life is beginning to free up again (if you care what i’ve been up to look at the post before this one)

ANYWAY i wanna get my motivation boosted again!

I want y’all to send me sentence prompts, could be specifically g/t or just a cool sentence, I’ll write a short thing for one of my aus based on that prompt! And if I don’t know what to write for it, I’ll try and draw it! This is mostly a writing exercise for me, but i’m never opposed to more random doodling!

You don’t have to specify an au or character, you can just sent in a sentence, but if you really want to, know that I’m gonna stick to my aus and not just miscellaneous g/t scenarios.

So if you send a sentence prompt with requested characters that dont make sense with any of my aus, i will morph what i need to morph to make the prompt fit. However if you send a random sentence prompt and just an au title that will almost indefinitely work.

If this is confusing just send me a sentence prompt lol, i swear i’m not picky

[ask-train-trio]

~.~.~𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 ~.~.~

INTRODUCTION MASTERPOST!!!!!

(ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢɪꜰ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ʙɪɢ ᴏᴏᴘs)

This is an askblog for @lunozapp 's Indigo Park OCs! This post contains everything you need to know about this ask blog/AU and its characters! Context, boundaries, references etc. Asks are contextualised a little differently here, so check the blog description for the tl;dr on the context.

Check out issue 1 here!

CONTEXT:

This is DappleTilez24, also known as Tilez. He's a relatively small streamer in his universe's indigo park community, and is known for tirelessly completeing run after run, trying to beat his personal records (with.... varying sucess).

One day, he tries to speedrun a build of the game that he's never seen before...

...and stumbles across 2 MORE Rambleys than usual, much to the surprise - and confusion - of the Rambley we know and love!

Naturally, our hero Tilez is pretty damn confuddled... so he (mistakenly) asks his live chat for an explaination.

This is where YOU fantastic askers come in!

You act as Tilez's live chat. This means you don't even have to answer his queries, just say whatever you want to this interdimentional triplet of trash pandas, just like a REAL insufferable livechat would!

...within reason, of course (jokes aside, please read the boundaries)

[updated as of 04/07/24] CHARACTER REFERENCES: (in the animation i forgot twimbly's GT badges lol)

CHARACTER BOUNDARIES:

I want to make it entirely clear that i see the raccoon trio as brothers, especially with their very similar origins.

This is to say that I would not feel comfortable with any of them being shipped with eachother and I forbid the public sharing of that kind of content. If you see that kind of stuff around, please just mention this to the OP and block them if they refuse to respect it.

FURTHERMORE, please keep in mind that I ( @lunozapp ) am a MINOR. SO DON'T PUBLICLY POST NSFW/FETISH ART OF MY CHARACTERS, PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

However, shipping Twimbly, Ranglore, Rambley and Tilez with other characters that aren't related to them is fine by me (e.g. any of the original indigo characters x any of them, since they're not related)!

Again, please just keep it sfw.

ASK BOUNDARIES:

Pretty basic criteria, really. Just please don't spam the same ask over and over, I will guaranteed see them all unless this thing gets an explosion of attention out of nowhere lol

if i don't answer, its probably because either the question doesn't really fit the kind of story i have in mind for these characters or i just don't feel comfortable answering it. please respect that.

If you have a question for me specifically, start your ask with '[OOC]' (Out Of Character) or just ask me directly: @lunozapp

FURTHER INFO:

Asks are moreso used here as a prompt for conversation rather than the basis of an entire issue. More often than not there will be more than 1 ask in an issue, so going forward I'll make sure to tag everyone who asks without annonymity.

Also, please TRY to keep them as actual questions and not goofy 1-word sentences, the asks help me actually formulate a coherent premise for an issue

I don't OWN the concept of making ocs based off lore.mp4 and the GT thumbnail. if u see someone doing the same, try not to be all like 'OMG TWIMBLY/RANGLORE!!!! THEY ALREADY EXIST THIS IS PLAGARISM YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!11!!11' unless it is blatant plagarism. Just use ur common sense ig

In terms of fanart/other fanworks, A MILLION THANKS IF YOU FEEL CALLED TO MAKE THAT!! The stuff i've gotten so far is genuinely so awesome, make it all you want if you feel called to do so. I'll try to reblog any fanart I find on here. If you want to go straight to asks, just click on the tag '#train trio asks'

alright, that's everything. Now what are you still doing here? Throw 'em a question! Or a compliment!! Or an insult.

or don't idrc just have fun here haha

fun fact!! putting everything together for this took a WEEK

[midnight-black2]

prompt 4 for jann?

He and reader both attend gt academy and he has a crush on them. Reader becomes very close with matty which leads to him and jann fighting over them and reader showing jann who they really want^^

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : what the req saysss

disclaimers : sub!jann, dom!reader, palming, jealousy, teasing, etc (NOT FULL SMUT!!)

note : i just now realized that i didn't actually include the prompt quote, but just know that it's obviously still based off of the prompt. also, this is like a lime, so it's not full smut, sorry if you wanted that! if you did, you can request a part two, but i just left it at a makeout sesh that eludes to smut, lol

jann hated matty.

he hated the way matty spoke, all cocky with an edge to every end of a sentence. he hated the way he walked, head held high with such unnecessary confidence. but most of all...

...he hated the way you liked matty so much. always saying things like "he's really quite nice once you get to know him." and as much as jann despised it, he knew he couldnt really stop you. hell, he probably wouldn't even try to. but god did it get under his skin when you and matty would laugh together, looking like you were having the time of your lives.

"no no, i'm serious!" you exclaimed, before leaning back in and whispering something in mattys ear. something secretive. a secret. why could you tell marty secrets? why couldnt jann be in mattys place right now? why did jann have this undeniable stabbing pain in his chest watching the two of you from afar?

"you can't be," matty said, furrowing his brows with a smirk. you shrugged. jann and matty made eye contact, and mattys smirk only grew, it was like he knew what he was doing, which made jann only angrier.

it's not like jann knew what you and matty were talking about, and it might have done him more good if he would have listened. then he would've realized you guys were talking about him. how you had a crush on him, and how you were preparing to tell him. but it was only until jann was standing in front of you, asking just what it is you were whispering in mattys ear and giggling about that he became aware.

"the conversation wasn't much," you replied, absentmindedly. you wanted to wait until the right moment to truly fess up, but he was making it rather difficult.

"it didn't seem like it," he said, under his breath, swallowing hard. he regretted the words as soon as he spoke them. however, there was no going back.

"fine, if you really want to know, i was telling him about how much i like you, jann," you said, with a sigh. sure, you could sense his jealousy from a mile away. you didn't ever think he'd do something about it, though. now, he was proving you wrong. his eyes widened, as he froze. his mouth opened, then closed. he wanted to say something, but he felt like he didn't have the right to.

"Y/N-i... i didn't know i'm sorry i just-" you cut him off with a snort.

"it's all good, jann. i won't hold it against you or anything. but, why were you so annoyed by me hanging out with matty anyway?" you asked, trying to suppress your growing smirk. he looked down, with a hoarse chuckle. the situation was ironic, surely.

"because i like you too," he uttered, anxiously. even though you had already said how you felt, he couldn't help but be exponentially nervous. it was just-- you. no other thoughts apart from you and driving consumed him. those were the two most important things to him. of course you made him nervous. you grinned complacently.

"i know."

"you...do?" he questioned, looking back up and facing you. his brows were furrowed, and you laughed.

"i've known since the start."

"it could not have been that obvious," he said, with a defeated chuckle. he tried defending himself, but to no avail.

"oh trust me, it most definitely was," you answered. "...so now do you believe that it's you that i want?"

"well yeah, i mean you've said it but..." he trailed off. he didn't know how he intended to finish that sentence. he also couldnt find the courage to finish it, anyway.

"let me prove it to you."

"how?" he asked, voice shaky and uncertain. he maybe had a clue of what you were suggesting. maybe.

"follow me, and you'll find out," you said, gesturing for him to do just that. so, he did. he was too curious not to. you both went to the sleeping quarters, which currently were unoccupied since everyone was out training. you urged him to sit down on your bed, and he complied. you then sat down next to him.

"i think it's really ridiculous that you couldnt see how much i do like you, jann," you said, as you intently looked in his eyes, awaiting a response.

"im sorry. i didn't think i could be so dense," he said, with a breathy laugh. his eyes flickered to your lips. it was a split second, but it was noticeable enough. you leaned in slightly, and he felt this sort of magnetic pull to do the same. there was only a breath between you, as your lips grazed against his. you sealed the gap, finally. lips moving in sync, perfectly harmonious with one another.

your hand cupped his cheek, as he rested his hand on your waist. you both started to kiss each other with fervor. when you eventually pulled away, the two of you were breathless. his grasp on your hip tightened as he desperately attempted to ground himself. there was no way this was happening...--no, it was. it was definitely happening. because when you crashed your lips back on his, and slipped your tongue inside his mouth, and lied him down and hovered over top of him, he felt it all crash at him at once, like a big wave. his head was reeling.

"do you want this?" you mumbled against his lips. he nodded eagerly, and you found it entirely amusing. "i need your words, jann."

"please," he begged. that was all you needed, before your hand trailed down his body. you reached the part of him that ached for you. you started palming him over his clothing. he whimpered softly, shifting and writhing beneath you.

well, let's simply say you guys had a lot of fun that day.

╰┈➤ uh oh, cliffhanger! might post a pt.2 sometime, idk

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[blametheeditor]

Day 18 | Pirates

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When stranded on an uncharted underwater planet, alone and surrounded by hostile lifeforms, there are only two possible outcomes: adapt and survive, or die trying.

Spoilers: For the game Subnautica

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death and violence. Mentions of drowning and suffocation. Referring to someone as 'it'.

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Have the ship he’s on crash on an alien planet while searching for another crew that went missing? Sure. It’s a less than 0.00001% chance, but when traveling in space, it’s always a thought on your mind for ‘what ifs’. 

End up thinking you’re the only survivor because no one shows up at the rendezvous point within a month? Considering the fact it’s an uncharted ocean planet with leviathan class creatures, it wouldn’t be too big of a leap in logic. 

Getting told by someone they’ve survived this long by befriending the massive beings that call this planet home? 

That...that’s something Scott’s having a hard time believing. 

The worst part is how genuine Fritz is, nothing but a pleading expression aimed up at him as the kid tries to reassure him they’re not in any danger. Despite there being a leviathan waiting right outside the cavern for them. 

You can say Scott was an idiot for assuming Fritz just managed to come at just the right time where the predator hunting him decided to leave, even though he heard haunting sounds seemingly right outside just moments before. But he never would’ve thought the kid swam directly past it. 

Before he can find the words, any words, Scott’s HUD flashes to alert him he’s losing oxygen. Looks behind him to see he moved too far away from the coral that’s been keeping him alive through this entire ordeal. 

Ordeal. That doesn’t describe how much terror he’s been living in for the past hour. The past day. The entire month. 

“How low are you on air?” he asks. 

Fritz looks surprised at the change of subject. “Oh, um, I’ve got a rebreather. Did you find a brain coral in here?” 

That’s what its called? Scott was expecting a better name for a literal lifesaver.  “I did.” 

He doesn’t bring up the fact the apparently ‘friendly’ leviathan chased him in here. That the only reason why he didn’t drown was because of  the coral. He doesn’t want to yell at a kid for ever thinking a creature like the one outside could ever be trusted. Not when Fritz doesn’t look older than 15, maybe 16. It’s a miracle someone that young has survived this long on his own. 

...which means he shouldn’t discredit the kid. Be skeptical, but anyone who has fabricated  a rebreather and built a base deserves respect. 

Scott takes a deep breath. “Explain what you meant by preferring a leviathan over a seamoth.” 

“I haven’t had to worry about a stalker or boneshark for weeks,” Fritz begins earnestly, eyes wide and pleading. And even though Scott might not be familiar with the names, hearing ‘shark’ gives him a fairly clear picture. “They’re big, but they’re careful, and they won’t let anything come after us.” 

Or, they’re waiting for you to become a proper meal.

Hold on they? 

“There’s more than one?” Scott breathes, feeling the color drain from his face. 

Fritz quickly waves his hands frantically. “There’s only two, and I trust ‘David’ more than ‘Vincent’!” 

Okay, two things. One, that doesn’t sound as comforting as Fritz might think it is. Being told the kid trusts a leviathan more than another gives absolutely no sense of security. 

Two, what the hell came out of his mouth. 

It’s almost like Scott’s brain needed to restart when Fritz suddenly pronounced something long and deep in the middle of his rapid words of attempting to offer comfort. 

“Can, can you repeat that?” the man breathes. 

“Which part?” 

Scott waves a hand. “The entire sentence.” 

“I, um, trust ‘David’ more than ‘Vincent’?” Fritz repeats, looking confused as to why Scott’s confused. As if he’s not saying something otherworldly. 

“That, the last word.” 

“Oh! That’s his name, ‘Vincent’.” 

Of course. The leviathan has a name. Not one in common, of course not. It just knows common. It speaks an entirely different language, too. One Fritz knows enough to have a name. 

A hesitant look is given as Scott does nothing to hide the skepticism he’s feeling. “D-Did ‘Vincent’ say anything to you?” 

The man has to bite his tongue from responding sarcastically. He’s upset with the leviathan that’s been taunting him about his death, not the naive kid who’s in over his head. “He said a few things. Nothing that was reassuring, though.” 

Fritz looks puzzled. Suddenly swims closer to the opening. Before Scott realizes it, the kid’s calling out to the massive beings. “Hey ‘Vincent’, did you say you weren’t going to eat him?” 

A painful shock of fear races up his spine at Fritz just blatantly talking about being eaten to something that easily can and most likely will. Feels a compulsion to yank the kid away from the opening, moves to do just that to make sure he’s not grabbed. 

Freezes when instead of the cavern shaking or a shadow signaling a reach reaching forward, a voice rumbles. Not speaking in common, but he hears the same cadence used from before meant to be a name. 

It earns a shocked expression from Fritz. “So you didn’t say you wouldn’t?” 

This time, a second voice joins in. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it almost sounds like arguing. 

What the hell is happening? 

Scott stares as Fritz’s eyes grow wider and wider with every word spoken. The longer nothing happens, the more his terror from before thinking there would be consequences for making such comments slowly morphs into curiosity. Especially with the kid looking more horrified than afraid. 

“What are they saying?” 

“’Vincent’ says he, um, wasn’t really clear on his intentions,” Fritz begins, giving the perfect impression of a kicked puppy. “’David’s’ yelling at him.” 

Honestly, he doesn’t know what he was expecting. He didn’t think he’d actually get a rough translation of the apparent words being spoken. “Is this normal?” 

“The arguing, definitely. But ‘Vincent’s’ usually a bit more...straightforward? He’s never made me second guess him,” Fritz explains as he slowly begins to hunch in on himself. Suddenly seems unsure as his eyes refuse to meet Scott’s. “I-I’m so sorry he made you think he’d kill you.” 

The tone of despair sends a knife through Scott’s heart. He can only stare at the sight of a kid taking responsibility for the actions of someone who, frankly, seems like nothing more than an asshole. A leviathan who can kill them both effortlessly, but an asshole none the less. 

And here he is, the actual adult, forcing a teenager to handle something like this by himself. A situation he isn’t qualified for in the slightest. If a kid can mediate actual leviathans, though, then he at the very least can offer support. Worry about how he got to this point at a later time. Preferably somewhere safe where oxygen is abundant. 

Scott clears his throat. “So you know what they’re saying?” 

“There’s still a lot I don’t know,” is quietly admitted, though a small spark begins to grow. “But I know the important parts and use context clues for the rest.” 

“And do they understand you?” 

“’Vincent’ knows a lot of common. ‘David’ knows a little, but he prefers us using his language instead.” 

He almost forgot, there’s two leviathans. One he had the displeasure of being trapped by, the other he has no way of knowing if they’re any better. But if he doesn’t want to leave Fritz alone with two catastrophic beings, then he’ll have to trust they won’t eat him at the very least. 

He takes a deep breath. Holds it. “About this seabase.” 

Fritz brightens up immediately. “It’s completely leviathan proof, not even ‘Vincent’ can dent it! It’s about 200 meters from here, but I brought the seamoth. You can drive it if you want and I can follow!” 

That’s right, the smaller sub only has room for a single pilot, meaning one of them will be protected while the other is left at the mercy of the leviathans. 

No way in hell is he letting Fritz swim out in the open. 

“I’ve never piloted one, so I’d rather trust you at the controls,” Scott smiles even as his hands begin to tremble. “Anyway I can hang onto the outside?” 

“I think so!” 

And just like that, the kid, disappears. As soon as it clicks he just swam out of the cavern, Scott’s racing after him. “Wait!” 

By the time he catches up to Fritz, the kid’s already gesturing toward the sub floating a few feet away and toward the horizon where he assumes the base is. 

Scott finds himself going completely still when he realizes he’s out in the open and at the mercy of the leviathan that chased him. Looks up at a dozen eyes focused down at them, a predatory smile revealing the sharp teeth that could end him in seconds once he exited the safety of the rock. 

And to his left, there’s a second leviathan. One who seems a little more human. Instead of long extensions on its back, however, large mandibles frame its face, a silent promise anything that gets too close will be grabbed and shoved into its massive maw. The fact it’s a little bigger and much broader than its companion doesn’t escape his attention. 

Scott’s heart pounds as he waits for a haunting wail as he’s lunged at. For a fight to ensue over who gets to eat them. To have Fritz grabbed by one, him by another, the kid’s blinded trust having been used to their advantage. 

But nothing happens. 

“-and you can’t ‘hold’ the sub, ‘David’.” 

Scott flinches as the mandibles that look strong enough to crush the sub almost directly beside it shifts as it huffs. That’s all the leviathan does. The other only watches. 

What did I get myself into?

“You okay, Scott?” Fritz murmurs, the smile he had turning into a concerned frown the moment he turned to see the unmistakable terror. 

“I’m fine,” he forces out. 

It takes full minute for him to look away from the towering beings. Focuses on the sub that will bring them to a base promised to be leviathan proof. Carefully swims forward as he prays it won’t trigger an attack. 

The two giants are eerily silent and still as Scott checks for handholds before finding a seat on one of the short wings. Positions himself where he can see Fritz once the teenager climbs inside, and what’s behind them so he can warn if a leviathan suddenly charges at them. Reaches forward to see if he can grab the antenna on the top of the sub, relieved that he can and therefore has something to use to keep from falling off the smooth metal. 

“Think this will work?” Scott asks. 

Fritz nods, his excitement coming back. “We can do a test real quick!” 

Scott moves his arm so the kid and climb into the sub without issues. Goes tenses once the hatch closes at the realization he’s alone with the two leviathans. 

The purple one makes an odd sound before rumbling something. The other smirks as it replies. 

“I can still hear you!” Fritz calls, causing Scott to jump at the teenager’s voice. “I’ll withhold peepers if I have to!” 

He was not expecting a look of panic followed by indignation to appear. 

Scott sends an appreciative look down at the teenager. “You bribe them with fish?” 

“Only sometimes,” Fritz grins. “Ready?” 

“Just don’t go too quick.” 

It’s a pleasant surprise when the seamoth is gently accelerated instead of thrown into full throttle. He never got the impression Fritz would pull something like that, but it’s hard to tell with teenagers. Though the ones who disregard other’s lives and feelings most likely wouldn’t have survived being stranded for this long. Wouldn’t have tried to befriend leviathans, that’s for sure. 

After the sub travels about 20 meters and Scott becomes confident he won’t get pulled off by the current, the leviathans then finally move. A sight that fills him with awe, and fear. 

The way they move through the water shows they’re made for this planet. It’s all one fluid motion from lying down to following after them. Absolutely massive beings that are nothing but silent as they trail behind. 

It sends a chill up Scott’s spine at being the thing they’re focused on. Can effortlessly imagine how it’d look if they were to lunge. “That’s terrifying.” 

“It still gets me sometimes,” Fritz agrees as he offers an encouraging smile. 

Scott finds himself returning it, admittedly a bit awed the sheer amount of courage this kid has. Much too trusting for his own good, but who is he to judge. He’s just grateful he wasn’t robbed blind and then left to be eaten by a leviathan the moment he decided to trust the kid. 

That would’ve been one hell of a scam. Reminds him of the horror stories involving ships getting boarded by robbers who take everything and leave no witnesses. Because even in space, there’s still such things as pirates. 

Suddenly, the seamoth slowly decelerates, flooding him with panic as he watches the leviathans get closer and closer. Startles when the hatch to the sub opens as Fritz climbs out, only then realizing there’s a base sitting in front of him. One with a concerning amount of windows. 

“Want to see the inside?” Fritz asks. 

“Yes please,” Scott begins as he carefully swims away from the seamoth. Sends a fearful look behind him toward the quickly approaching leviathans before following the kid. 

Breathes a sigh of relief when his feet find solid ground and his HUD stops flashing a warning. 

He doesn’t get a full minute to recover before a hand is grabbing his arm, Fritz looking absolutely ecstatic as he gently tugs at the man to follow. “We’ll do proper introductions, and then I’ll get a coffee machine built!” 

Scott has no choice but to allow himself be led through the hallway. Finds himself softly cursing when he realizes why there’s so many windows, unsure how to feel about the fact a leviathan can watch him whenever it’d like. Can only watch as both monoliths settle down on the seafloor, focusing on nothing except them. 

Fritz is completely unaffected by the scrutiny as he excitedly gestures toward the two. “’David’ and ‘Vincent’.” 

Scott can feel the weighted looks as he becomes the center of attention. God, he has to try and pronounce their names in front of them? “Avid and Int?” 

“’David’,” the leviathan with mandibles growls as the purple one laughs. 

“David,” the man snaps with a glare. He’s sorry, this is his first time trying to speak an alien language. 

The other one smirks. “’Vincent’.” 

Oh God, his voice can not go that deep. “Vince?” 

His second attempt earns him a smile. It has him glancing down at Fritz to confirm if that’s a sign of approval, or a silent promise he’ll be killed at the first opportunity. All he’s given is an encouraging look before Scott’s gestured to. “And this is Scott!” 

“Cot,” sounds like David gargling rocks. Then proceeds to glare at Scott, like it’s his fault for having an apparently difficult name to pronounce. 

He’s starting to get the feeling he’s not going to like either leviathan. 

“Scott,” Vincent chirps perfectly. 

“Ott.” 

“Scott.” 

David growls lowly. “Scott.” 

The man then turns to Fritz, ignoring the rumbles as what he assumes will become a familiar sound of arguing starts up. He’s just glad to no longer be the center of attention. “Where’s that coffee I was promised?” 

[smolghostbot]

GT July: Dream / Memory

Posting this early since I'm not going to be able to on the actual day for Dream. Decided to get borderline experimental with these prompts, since it gave me a kind of interesting way to give details of Patch's backstory (they can't exactly... tell it themself, y'know?)

Word Count: 1k Character bios in my pinned post

⚠️hoo HECKIN boy here we go with the content warning list⚠️ Whump, the whole thing is whump, Pest Control in a Borrower story portrayed as vague traumatic memories similar to a fire, unreality in the context of dreams, unreality shown through writing techniques, mentions of physical, mental, and emotional abuse, alcoholic abuser, hints of inhumane living conditions, and a panic attack (All except the panic attack are in a dream, but as the prompt implies, are also memories). Abuse section is surrounded by ⚠️emoji so you can skip over that one if you want/need

If that is too much or too heavy, or if you need a cooldown afterwards, may I politely suggest checking out Melancholy / Video Games, which is a lot gentler.

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They were running. They had to run, the room was filling with bright clouds, the ones that cause that intense pain. They look around, seeing their childhood home, covered in darkness. They could hear the muffled noises through the wall to the humans' kitchen, the loud whirring of the unknown device that heralded the downfall of their village. The panicking sprite reaches for their backpack, hoping it would protect them like it did last time, but it wasn't there. No! Did they leave it somewhere? They had to go back!

A door, was that always there? That wall should lead to outside, what was this door? An escape from the clouds, that's what it is. They walk through, only to be met by that familiar alleyway. As if on cue, she walks into sight, her blue-green hair, eyes the color of fire, and golden dress a contrast to the dreary gray and red-brick surroundings. She glows in an almost supernatural light. The sprite tries to get her attention, but she keeps walking, causing them to have to lunge out of the way of her sandal. Why didn't she see them?

Wait, the backpack, they forgot their backpack! They turn to the doorway that was never there, replaced with the usual wall, with the offset brick that served as the entrance to their nest for a few months, a little shelter to keep out of the elements.

They enter the bricks and end up in their little outlet room, their slice of home in the human world they've been a part of for months now. The wiring seems different… oh, of course, yeah, they did change that, didn't they? Still missing their backpack, they walk to their shelf, to see if there's anything they can use. As they reach for supplies, they remember that there was nothing there. They reach for supplies, but they remember that there was nothing there. They reach for supplies, but they remember that there was nothing there. With every shelf empty, the young sprite realizes they'll need to go borrowing. Maybe they'll even find their backpack along the way.

As they leave the room, they fill with dread as they realize where they are. This place. The sprite hears the noise, that dreaded noise, the uneven thumping that indicates they are home… and are even more aggressive than usual. The panicked sprite looks around, trying to find where to hide, they can't see them again, this can't be happening! The door to the room opens, that dark, looming silhouette appearing, taking up the doorway, taking up the room, taking up the mind. In a singsong voice, they call out. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ "Paaaaatch~"

Wait, Patch? How… only… they didn't get that name until afterwards… did she betray them?

"Aren't… aren't you glad? Glad that-that your friend found you? Just think… you would have been sooooo lost if she... if she didn't bring you back here, where I can, y'know, I can keep you safe. Because nowww you're home! With me. Where you… belong."

Their face grows a dark grin as they finish that sentence, staring at the terrified sprite with those ice-cold eyes of sapphire. As the figure stumbles through the room, trying to capture them, the sprite runs towards the dresser, atop which sat that familiar prison of a cage. They were always able to move the dresser, but it gave a few moments of respite before the pain. Time to brace, to prepare. As they enter the darkness, they cower as their legs cease to work. How… How could she betray them like this? How could she let them know where they were? Didn't she promise to protect them? ⚠️⚠️⚠️

The backpack, that's what they notice. It's sitting there, in the darkness. A bright light shining down on it, drawing them to it. They walk over and inspect it. Their name, the only trace of their identity, gone. The writing seems to shift between nickname after nickname. Lighter names, "Patch", "Buddy", "Little Cutie"... Darker names. Names that sting their very soul to read. All a part of said soul, for better or worse.

The glow, they see the glow again. Looking up, they see her again, facing away. Her outfit is the same as that fateful day they met, a simple t-shirt and jeans. Either she's really far away, or somehow smaller. They approach, cautiously, having some strong words if this is really her. As she turns, her purple eyes – the sprite's own purple eyes, gaze right through them. She opens her mouth, the sound coming from everywhere and nowhere as she speaks in a voice they've never heard, "I am Ri

Patch awoke in a sweat, eyes full of tears. They looked around their room. The wiring was exactly as they left it. Their shelves were full of supplies, a few blueprints, and some snacks they kept handy. Most importantly, their prized backpack hung from its usual hook, their name inscribed on it. Panicked and breathing heavily, they did the only thing they could think of. They ran outside and furiously rang the bell outside of their little room, hitting it like their life depended on it.

Before long, the kitchen light turned on, and the towering, half-awake form of Melody stood before them, her hair messy and eyes bleary. She yawned before starting to speak. "Wh… where's the fire, Patch? You okay?"

The answer was made clear as she focused her eyes, taking in the shaking, crying form before her. This instantly woke her up a bit, as she ducked down to the level of the countertop. "Oh, oh no, Patch, buddy… how can I help? Touch, or no touch?"

Patch held their arms out, signaling that it was in fact a touch situation. Mel gently held out her hand as the scared sprite jumped into it. They were moved right to the human's shoulder, where they embraced her in as much of a hug as possible with a two-inch arm span, as they silently cried. The human's heart broke to see their friend like this.

"... Say no more, Patch. Why don't we go lay on the couch, I'll put the TV on, and we'll help you forget about whatever you dreamed about, okay?"

She needed no approval from the sprite as she laid down on the couch, consoling her small companion, who was already starting to drift off again to the comforting rhythm of Melody's heartbeat, their dreams for the rest of the night uneventful.

[general-gt]

G/tober Day 3-Overgrown

Warnings: Brief mention of blood

This one is the first part to a story I’ve got quite a few ideas for. Inspired by the prompt list by @aaytaro-gt.

Logan huffed to himself as he trekked over the uneven terrain of the forest, focusing most of his attention to not tripping over. This was meant to be a ‘calming walk’, as suggested by his professor.

All Logan wanted to do was go back to the comfort of the lab and continue his work. He knew the theoretical benefit of going into nature: how it was good for your mental health, et cetera. In practice, however, nature was evil and evidently out to get him.

As if to prove his point, his foot caught on something and he scrambled to catch himself before he face-planted. Fumbling to his knees, Logan glanced over himself briefly.

While his palms were grazed, it was nothing major. What caught his attention more was what he’d tripped on.

At first glance, it looked like a pile of overgrown roots, interwoven by time but there was a glimmer of… something. A shimmer of gold that peeked through the roots, striking Logan instantly as something odd. Being a curious person at heart, he shuffled so he sat before the knot of roots.

From his backpack, he slid out a serrated pocketknife that he’d only started carrying for when he took these walks. The amount of times he’d found his ankles wrapped up in vines that had somehow snaked around without his notice was ridiculous.

Starting slowly, Logan started sawing away at the roots, doing only what he could see in case he damaged what he was looking for. It was an interesting and bizarre configuration that the roots had grown into and he wished he’d brought his phone to take photos. How did trees grow like that, with their roots in an almost purposeful build?

As he set aside another piece of hacked off root, Logan saw what had made the golden shine that had caught his eye.

It was a box. A box that was made of some kind of metal, weathered by age. The lid was detailed with gold, carved with motifs of flowers and vines with a central line of what Logan distantly recognised as Old English.

He’d studied it in a hyper fixation a few years ago and it was a short enough sentence he could translate the whole thing.

“The prince will sleep eternal,” Logan mumbled aloud, thumbing over the script thoughtfully. What did it mean? Obviously, it had to be old, considering the aged appearance of the metal and the inscription. Around the 7th century or so?

In his thoughtlessness, some sharp bit of the metal sliced into his thumb and Logan suppressed a yelp. The pain was swiftly ignored when he noticed the soft violet glow that emanated from the writing where his blood was smeared across the surface.

It became unbearably bright, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut until the blinding light faded. When it did, he hesitantly blinked open his eyes, instinctively looking down at the box in his hands.

The lid was open, revealing the interior and Logan couldn’t bite back his gasp.

There was a tiny person, maybe 3 inches tall, curled up and asleep. From their back sprouted a set of luminous purple wings that were mesmerising, a kaleidoscope of colour.

Before Logan could even think what he was going to do, the person shifted, stretching out with a yawn. They sat up, rubbing at their eyes as their wings fluttered.

When they locked eyes with Logan, they let out a sharp yelp and he did the only thing he could think of. He slammed the box shut.

[navar44]

Hooked on a Thorn

A bit of writing based on @aaytaro-gt ‘s Inktober prompt list.

Day 14 - Thorns

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Dana crossed her arms, thoroughly done with the day she was having. First she’d been paired with the newby borrower of the village, then he’d gone and tripped, knocking her off the edge of the deck they’d been walking on.

No she was hanging by the loop of her pouch, wrapped around one of the many thorns the vine had.

“Look, I’m sorry!” Colin shouted from above her, again.

Dana grumbled before replying. “Just go get Zan or Trace; tell them to bring more twine!”

Up above her she heard retreating footsteps, and she sighed, looking at the ground far below her. At least she hadn’t fallen to her death, but that idiot still could have killed her!

Not that she wanted that on his conscience, the weight of that sort of knowledge she wouldn’t wish on anyone. Still, she’d sleep better knowing he wasn’t going on any more outings with her or anyone else. Or, at least, not going anywhere dangerous like the garden.

Said garden was far below her, patches of vegetables and tubers visible clearly from her hanging vantage point. They were going to get down there from the steps of the deck, but it was more likely they’d have to cancel the trip and come back tomorrow or the day after.

Fucking Colin.

Still, she was thankful to be alive.

She’d be hanging here for a while though, it had taken an hour or two to get here in the first place and Colin would have to be gone that long just to get someone. So, she would sit here, waiting for rescue, thankful it wasn’t very windy today.

She’d only been hanging there for a few minutes before she heard the back door of the bean’s house open, the loud creak filling the air and the thundering steps of the titanic person exiting the building shaking the boards.

Dana watched passively as the elderly bean made her way down the steps to the grass of the backyard, before her eyes widened. 

The bean was dressed for gardening. The garden she was hanging over.

She might be spotted dangling like she was!

Her heart thudded in her chest as the old bean gathered a couple tools from the distant shed. What could she do? She couldn’t drop down, that would be a death sentence. She couldn’t climb back up, the vine she was on didn’t have good handholds. 

She could hold still, and hope the bean didn’t notice her. That's all she had, so that's what she did.

The bean slowly crouched down nearby, grimacing at the effort before she set to work weeding the garden. It took her less than an hour to come to a kneeling position in front of Dana.

The borrower closed her eyes, tucked into a ball as she dangled out in the open before the gardening bean. A few seconds passed as she felt her heartbeat claw its way up her throat.

“Oh!”

Dana squinted her eyes open as her breath caught, locking eyes with the bean. She’d been spotted.

It was over: she knew what beans did to borrowers. At least she was caught alone, maybe the elderly woman would think she lived alone and her friends and family would be spared a visit from a bean exterminator.

“Well, you’re lucky that thorny vine hadn’t been uprooted yet, aren’t you, little one?” 

Dana stared at the bean, barely breathing as she waited for whatever was about to happen. 

“Let's get you off that thorn then, hmm?”

Dana held her knees tighter as the giant hands came upon her, each finger bigger than she was. Her eyes pinched shut as one hand came up beneath her, and the other to her satchel stuck on the thorn. Her stomach dropped to her feet as the bean moved her around.

She wouldn’t cry, she was stronger than that. She would be strong, she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t, no matter what the bean did to-

“There we are.” Dana felt the hand she was on list to the side, and she tumbled off. Her eyes shot open, and she managed to land on her knees. On the railing. The one she’d fallen off of.

The giant hand left her there, and she looked over at the bean that had placed her there, the wrinkled face smiling softly. 

The bean raised a finger to her lips.“This will be our little secret, you hear?” She winked at Dana before kneeling back down in the garden, returning to the plucking of weeds.

Dana didn’t wait to see what the bean was doing, already running off down the deck as fast as she could manage once the old bean had winked. She’d never been more scared or confused or thankful in her life. 

By the time she’d caught up with Colin she’d come to the same conclusion as the bean: this would be their secret. 

[ielts24x7]

Your ability to communicate about typical everyday concerns is assessed by the IELTS General Writing Task 1.

You have 20 minutes to answer a question by composing a letter to either an individual person, a business, or a company.

You are expected to write at least 150 words with an addition of 10% maximum, hence ranging  150 words to 165 words.

Your response is scored separately from the Task 2 essay and is tested on four different criteria.

The content provided below contains study guides, expressions, test-taking tactics, example questions, sample letters, and references.

Utilize it frequently to monitor your advancement and you may get more bands than your desired band scores!

Tips for GT Task 1 Letter:

Read the Question Statement Carefully: It is extremely important to read the question and prompts given to you very carefully.

This is because in task 1 you are clearly instructed about what you are supposed to write. And in order to score more it is necessary that you answer accordingly and skip nothing.

Be Clear About the Tone of the Letter: Once you have read the question, you would certainly know who the letter is addressed to.

Here comes the role of the tone in writing your answer. The letter is basically divided into 3 parts:

Formal: Written to someone in authority, a person you are not acquainted with.

Semi-formal: Written to someone who you are acquainted with, but do not know much about personally.

Informal: Written to friends, family and relatives.

Based on whom the letter is for, the tone of the letter is set and writing accordingly affects the scores a lot!

Use a Proper Format for Writing a Letter: Although some don’t consider it to be of any importance, the format of your letter makes a lot of difference.

Every letter should have a clear starting and ending and paragraphs written in such a way that all prompts are covered and written in evident progression.

Use a formal sentence and paragraph to start a formal or semi-formal letter.  Get to the point and explain your motivation for writing. Since you don’t know the person you’re writing to, resist the urge to be cordial.

Begin an informal letter with a brief, welcoming paragraph. 

Before stating the purpose of your letter, first acknowledge your friendship. 

The opening sentence could be nothing more than a cordial small conversation irrelevant to the topic of your work, just like it is in real-life settings.

Improve your Knowledge of Lexical Resource: We employ a number of standardized idioms and phrases while writing letters in English.

These not only save the reader time and effort, but also help them get our message.

To these common phrases, you can add the specific information you want to convey.

Apart from these, there are a lot of general things that can help you score 7+ in Writing Task 1 like avoiding spelling mistakes, writing in a clear and legible handwriting, and completing the task on time.

To Check How the Writing Task 1 GT Letter is Marked, Click Here!

Now let’s check a Sample Letter GT Task 1 with Answer:

You should spend about 20 minutes on this task.

Write a letter to the manager of the HR department of a company requesting information about the interview that you attended but still waiting for results.

In your letter,

Describe the position you applied forW

Why you think the interview went well

Why you need the result of the interview

Write at least 150 words.

You do NOT need to write any addresses.

Begin your letter as follows:

Dear Sir or Madam, 

SAMPLE ANSWER:

Dear Sir,

I am writing this letter to seek information about the result of my interview conducted for the post of Junior Programmer last week.

I applied for the position with my expertise being in Java and my intuition is that the interview went quite well because I was able to quickly complete the technical round of the interview with a score of 100%. Apart from this, the person conducting my interview informed me that I was the most deserving candidate on that day as compared to others. 

I am eagerly awaiting the result of the interview because I have received another high-paying job offer from a competing firm a day after the interview and have to respond to it by the end of this week. However, since I find your company to be more professional, I would like to be a part of it. Nonetheless, if you deem me unsuitable for the post, I shall accept the other offer.

Kindly let me know the result of the interview as it is extremely important for my career.

Yours faithfully,

Pooja Khanna

[hiddendreamer67]

“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong?” For the au where the Sides shift sizes?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Finale (here!)

In a world where the sides shrink or grow based on their emotions/egos, Logan is still holed away in his room at a few inches tall. The others are finally let in and do their best to help the micro-soft nerd.

October Prompt #15: Control

 I think this is the final part of shrinking-sides! Check out more of my writing at @hiddendreamerwriting!

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Logan hid his flinch well, attempting to retain at least a small amount of his composure as his perceptively gigantic fellow sides creaked open the door, Roman being the first to show himself. It was intimidating to say the least, and certainly far worse than the sensation of being overpowered by the size of his bedroom alone.

“Wow, you’re so small.” Roman stated obviously.

“I’m well aware of my stature, Roman.” Logan huffed, his cheeks blazing as he turned away from their prying eyes. 

“Yes, well, no need to get huffy, Microsoft Nerd.” Roman gave a huff of his own. Patton peeked around Roman, letting out a soft gasp.

“Oh my goodness you’re absolutely adorable.” Patton spoke softly, clearly trying (and failing) to keep from being overheard. Logan’s cheeks reddened further, the current littlest member of Thomas’ subconscious quickly feeling the situation slip further out of his control as they entered the premises.

“This is bad.” Virgil let out a hiss of breath through his teeth, coming in behind Patton and suddenly Logan was beginning to feel very outnumbered. “Logan. What the hell.” 

“Language.” Patton gently smacked him. “And Logan… what happened, kiddo?”

“Ah….” Logan’s statement trailed off. How was he meant to explain that he had lost control of his emotions? He was logic, and rationality. Logan shouldn’t be influenced by petty feelings; it was positively embarrassing. It proved that Logan was incapable of performing even his most basic of functions. Perhaps he was not necessary at all, and Thomas would become a more effective human system without his involvement-

Logan flinched, startled out of his wits as the other three sides simultaneously bumped their heads on the ceiling, forcing all involved parties to duck at an awkward angle.

“...ow.” Virgil winced, ducking lower to rub at his neck. “Don’t do that again.”

Logan clenched his hands at his sides, frustrated that his struggles had become so transparent. “I am not doing so intentionally.”

“Oh sweetie, we know.” Patton gave him a pitying look, kneeling down in front of Logan and yet still towering over the shrunken individual. “Here, let me help-”

“No!” Logan hastily rejected the offer, backpedaling away from the approaching hand. “I don’t- I’m not in need of assistance.” 

“And that’s why you’re the size of my hand?” Virgil slumped to the ground on Logan’s right, holding up his palm for emphasis. “Oh wait, smaller, because thanks to you we can’t stop growing.”

There was a thump, and Logan quickly turned his head to see Roman had taken up residence sitting on his left. The three giants were encasing him, leaving Logan feeling trapped and cornered. He bit his lip, looking up to Roman and waiting for the quip he was certain would come at any moment. 

Roman tilted his head, an uncharacteristically thoughtful expression on his face. “...Do you ever feel like you don’t belong?”

“Roman!” Patton gasped, a disappointed look crossing his features. "You're not reacting quite like I thought you would. I expect better from a charming prince like you.”

“Yeah, what the hell, princey?” Virgil hissed, and this time he wasn’t corrected for his language. “We already know he can shrink, no need to make it worse.”

“That- that’s not what I meant!” Roman looked off put by everyone’s critics. “I was making a point, you know.”

Logan frowned, not expecting the insult to be so blatant. “Are you implying that this mindset is logical?”

“No, no no no!” Roman groaned, wiping his hand down his face. “I’m trying to empathize with you here, why does no one get that? I’ll have you all recall I’m the one who’s been in this situation before.”

“Yes, and you handled that spectacularly.” Virgil rolled his eyes. 

“We can just do and say the same things again!” Patton said, his eyes shining with determination. “Logan, you are amazing and smart and we love you!”

Nothing happened.

“Uh…” Virgil shifted, looking uneasy. “I dunno, try harder?”

“Please will you let me cuddle you?” Patton whined, reaching for Logan again who ducked out of the way.

“Absolutely not!” Logan insisted. “I will not be handled like… like…”

“Like a helpless doll?” Roman offered.

The room went quiet, and Logan took a moment to reconsider the way Roman was acting. “...yes.” Logan agreed finally. 

Roman nodded. “You feel like you’re nothing. Like you don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter if we tell you you’re wrong because then it’s just going to hurt more because you were wrong and Logic’s never wrong, is he?”

The other two sides looked at Roman with puzzled expressions. Meanwhile Logan’s own jaw dropped, concerned at Roman’s new apparent skill in telepathy. “How... how were you aware of these thoughts?”

“Because they’re true.” Virgil butt in, looking to Roman for reassurance that he was indeed in on the plan and not about to make everything worse. With a nod from Roman, he continued. “If a side really mattered they wouldn’t shrink.”

“Falsehood.” Logan frowned, gesturing to Roman. “Creativity is an essential part of Thomas’ personality.”

“And so is Logic.” Patton insisted. “Logan, we need you.”

“That is not factually accurate.” Logan began to pace back and forth. “I could easily be replaced-”

“By who?” Roman scoffed. “I operate in a realm of fantasy, Patton’s head is in the clouds, and Virgil, well his line of reasoning puts us over the edge of the Yankovic curve.”

“Yerkes-Dodson curve.” Logan corrected. 

“Why does Thomas need any of us?” Virgil shrugged. “We’re not real. It just means Thomas is insane, and by the looks of things in desperate need of some therapy.”

“Virgil, don’t say such things!” Patton scolded.

“Indeed.” Logan agreed, shooting Virgil a look over the edge of his glasses. “It is quite a common coping mechanism for humans to envision manifestations of themselves as leaders for certain necessary functions. At this point we’ve become so ingrained in his subconscious that a separation from our existence could be detrimental.”

“So what you’re saying, Little L, is that we exist?” Roman questioned. 

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Logan nodded.

“But we’re not people.” Virgil crossed his arms. “We don’t have emotions.”

“You know that statement is illogical.” Logan rolled his eyes. “Patton is quite literally the embodiment of emotions.”

“I think he meant we all have emotions.” Roman supplied gently.

Patton’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’, finally catching on. 

“I...suppose that our existence has evolved beyond our mere functions, as evidenced by our names, most strongly exhibited in Virgil.” Logan rationalized. “If that is truly the case, it’s possible that, yes, several of us may experience something that is equivalent to human emotions from time to time-”

“Logan.” Patton interrupted gently, wringing his hands together. “It’s… it’s okay for you to have feelings, kiddo.” 

Logan paused his pacing, looking down at his feet. “...I am aware that you hold that opinion.”

“Oh come on, we were so close!” Roman groaned. “We were so close! Why can’t you just accept our help?”

“I should not require help.” Logan answered. “Rationality should be able to control emotions.”

“And what about Logan?” Roman argued. “I mean you already said you’re more than your functions now.”

“I still need to be in control to perform admirably.” Logan continued to insist, sitting down. 

“Bullshit.” (“Language.”) Virgil gave Patton a glare to tell him now was not the time for censoring. “Logan, are emotions logical?”

“Absolutely not.” Logan answered immediately. “They are complicated and illogical and infuriating.”

“And if they’re illogical, then why would a person who’s the embodiment of logic be able to handle them alone?” Virgil waved his hand slowly, urging Logan to catch on.

“Emotions are my realm, kiddo.” Patton reminded him. “Wouldn’t it make sense to accept our help?”

“Yes, indeed!” Roman clapped his hands, gleeful that things were going according to plan. “And certainly you should be able to tell when we’re telling you facts, like the fact that even if you’re a stick in the mud Thomas still needs you.”

Thomas still needs you. “I suppose there is some truth to what you’re saying.” Logan nodded thoughtfully, a hopeful warmth blooming in his chest.

“Logan, even when you’re a clueless moron, you’re still the one who wrangles the rest of us morons together.” Virgil smirked.

“You’re the smartest Einstein we’ve got!” Roman tacked on.

“Inaccurate, but appreciated.” Logan allowed a small smile to grow on his features. 

“You’re going to be okay.” Patton assured him.

Logan’s leg bumped something. He looked up, finding Patton to be at eye level, and realized that in his daze he had grown back to his original size.

“Thank you.” Logan glanced to the sides, expecting to see at least one person giving him a knowing or condescending look. Instead all three faces were warm, gentle. Welcoming. “All of you.”

Patton squealed, launching himself at Logan. “Group hug!” 

The others were quick to follow suit, tackling the nerd to the ground with ease. Despite their increased proximity, Logan found the action unintimidating this time. Instead their presence comforted him, grounding him in his ability to facilitate his duties with ease and reassuring him that they would be willing to assist him in any future emotional endeavors. 

Logan considered their odd behavior upon entering his room. Rather than smother him with kindness and lord over their superiority on this topic that was so new to Logan, the others had granted him the opportunity to come to the right conclusions enough. 

“Thank you.” Logan said again, finding that he couldn’t say it enough.

[hiddendreamerwriting]

~Sentence Prompts ~

“I want a pet.”

“Don’t you dare put me in your pocket!”

“Do you ever feel like you don’t belong?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I’m breaking so many of the rules to be here.”

“Do not use me as an example. I was not a good child.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“I’m crying on the floor, how do you think I’m doing?”

“You left this here. I just want to return it.”

“You’re pouting again.”

“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”

“Go on then, leave! See if I care!”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“You never told me you have a twin.”

“You belong to me and you need to accept it.”

“You really have no clue who I am?”

“This is what I have to deal with everyday.”

“You only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

“You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope. How pathetic.”

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

thinkin about marvel gt story ideas

what if a borrower who lived in one of the avenger's normal houses and for some reason the team came over and immediately start loudly ranting about some atrocity, and the borrower is just like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK and then they realize they just yelled while humans could see them and then there's like a cartoonish chase scene where the borrower tries to yk, not die, and the team is like oh shit there's a tiny person that knows too much

yeah :)

[socapsulecorp]

Gohan + "study" please?

School is starting soon and...I’m not ready. _____

Son Gohan + “Study”

“Don’t fall sleep on me now,” came his gentle tease, pencil hovering above his latest assignment as your head sank back into the gap between your encircled arms. “That desk might look comfy, but you’ll feel a lot better sleeping in your own bed after knowing you’ve finished all your work.”

When you didn’t respond immediately, Gohan’s smile faltered and his brows creased in concern.

You’d been battling between your desire for some decent sleep and your need to study for tomorrow’s biology exam for the past few hours, and it was only thanks to Gohan’s gentle reminders that you were able to stay awake and on track.

Yet there was only so much he could do before you’d eventually give in, especially when you were fueling on three hours of sleep a night—and judging by the unfinished study guide near your elbow, you still had a ways to go before you were ready for tomorrow.

His eyes skimmed over the unfinished guide before returning to your concealed face, noting the way your breathing had evened out, a sign you’d likely passed out from exhaustion...letting out a sigh of sympathy, Gohan turned back to continue on with his work with a fond smile, finding no harm in letting you rest for a little while.

[theatresweetheart]

G/T Sentence Prompts

“Stop squirming, I don’t want to drop you!”

“Be careful up there, the human might see you!”

“Wow, you’re so small.”

“I’ve never seen someone as big/small as you are!”

“I just want to help you.”

“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared! I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Can … can you put me down please?”

“I can’t believe I finally got you, how incredible is that?”

“I actually caught one of you. What were the odds?”

“I’ll take real good care of you, I promise.”

“I didn’t think people as big/small as you really existed!”

“I have a tiny person living in my walls. What is my life?”

“Please be gentle!”

“I’m not a toy!”

“Let me go!”

“You’re absolutely adorable!”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I promise.”

“Woah! A warning before being picked up would be nice.”

“Sometimes I forget how big/small you are.”

“Oh. Oh. You’re hurt. Here, let me help you.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“Can you just hold me?”

“Could I nap in your pocket, please?”

“People are scared of me because I’m so big.” “Well, I’m not.”

“Fe fi fo fum, I am so tired and I am so done.”

“I think we can all agree that I’m nicer than most of the stories about giants, right?”

“If I lay down on the ground, I can sometimes pretend I’m small too.”

“That would have been quite the fall! Good thing I caught you.”

“You weren’t supposed to see me.”

“Stop your bellyaching, I’m not interested in eating you.”

“Oh, don’t act like you’re all so high and mighty!”

“Gotcha!”

“Shh, shh! They can’t know we’re here!”

“I hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

[borrowedtimeandspace]

The Bottom of the Drawer

14. Sleepover

From this list of gt prompts.

AU: Donna AU; Set just after The Doll House

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"Bit funny, isn't it? Sleeping with someone else in the room," Donna chuckled in an attempt to break the ice. "Feels like we're kids at a sleepover."

Zepheera glanced out the window of her dollhouse. She and Donna had worked on it for the better part of an afternoon to make it feel homey for the borrower. Her new, surprisingly comfortable bed was set up alongside the windows, now curtained by solid blue drapes that were tied back with bits of string.

In the opposite corner sat an armoire, mostly empty since Zepheera hadn't anything to call her own when she joined the crew of the TARDIS. Any doll's clothes they'd found were too scratchy and ill-fitting for her to use. The Doctor did manage to find a few items of clothing in the TARDIS wardrobe that were close enough to the borrower's size, which came as a surprise to all three of them.

Zepheera at least found that they didn't fit her perfectly, which softened the uncanny blow of such a revelation. She was still getting used to how bizarre a place the TARDIS was, but this almost gave her the impression that she was expected.

Aside from her two pieces of furniture, Zepheera didn't have much for decorations. She'd put down a scrap of fabric for a suitable rug, and hung up a few larger scraps to cover the lack of a fourth wall and keep out the cold of the metal that it leaned against. For lighting, the Doctor had pitched in once again. He'd dug around and found a small, almost frosted crystal that emitted a soft yellowish glow when set just right on a tiny pedestal. It was silent and not at all harsh, and perfectly lit Zepheera's lap as she sat in bed and took in the shoulders of one of her new shirts.

From there, she could see out into Donna's room. Or rather, the room she now shared with Donna. The desk on which the dollhouse sat faced the human's bed, almost level with it. For herself, Donna essentially lived out of several suitcases and a hatbox piled along one wall. The Doctor had offered her a way to keep it all neat a while back, apparently, but Donna claimed she had a system.

Zepheera met Donna's cheerful gaze as the human settled in her own bed, comfortably eye-to-eye with one another. She offered a bemused smile to match Donna's and replied, "If you say so."

Donna tucked her pillow under an arm to more easily prop herself up. "Don't borrowers have sleepovers?"

"Not when I was young enough to have them," Zepheera said, amused by the thought. "Mind you, that was the nineteen-thirties and -forties, and we lived out in the country. We're sort of spread out there."

"No mates, then? Not even to sneak out and have a chat?" Donna wondered.

Zepheera shook her head. Her hands settled in her lap, sewing forgotten. "Just my family, really. Though, my..."

Her sentence trailed off as old, old memories were dredged up. Any borrower would have lived their whole life once through, maybe twice, in the time Zepheera had been alive. It wasn't that any of those memories had left her, but so many had been made since them. Like they were at the bottom of a deep drawer and it took effort for her to dig through and find them.

She recalled her young brother, Kernel, sneaking into her room when she was little, when he was scared or had a nightmare. He'd slip into her bed and sleep like a rock the rest of the night, feeling perfectly safe with his big sister.

If only that had been true.

Zepheera blinked, realizing that she'd gone quiet in the middle of a conversation. Clearing her throat, she said, "I would, though Sneak out, I mean. Mostly if the humans left the radio on."

"What would be on?" Donna shifted to lie on her side, tucking one arm under her head. This was the most the borrower had opened up to her, and she couldn't help her curiosity.

Smiling softly, Zepheera turned toward the window to lean against the sill. Now that she was in the bottom of the drawer, she found a nostalgic comfort in sifting through.

"I think you'd call them 'standards', mostly. I liked Cole Porter's songs. And Noël Coward's plays. He had some good music, too. 'Course, I didn't have a say, really, in what was playing. Just whatever was on at the time."

"I'll have to look into 'em," Donna mused, trying to hide a yawn in her covers. "Or, we are in a time machine. Maybe we could run into 'em in person!"

That got a genuine chuckle out of Zepheera. "Problem is, I couldn't exactly tell either of them that I'm their biggest fan."

[siverwrites]

3 Sentence Ficathon prompt for Ghost Trick. Well, Any, Any, but I claim for GT.

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Any, any, desperate last stands

There was little time to feel fear or relish the victory as Cabanela stared down the barrel of the gun. The cards had been dealt, but his full hand had yet to be revealed--after all an ace up your sleeve was the oldest trick in the book. His bullet came and his last thought was simple with the full weight of five and more years of trust: time to swoop in; make it count, my old friend.

[kieraelieson]

Autumnal Prompts 5: “Alone and lonely.”

Gt AU

Content Warning for joking mentions of death and prison

Masterpost

Janus was working remotely, and today actually had work to do. He’d been given a new project and wanted to make as much of a dent in it the first day as he could.

Unfortunately, his tiny friend had gotten used to the end-of-project not-much-to-do version of Janus, giving him attention all day. He’d been causing trouble all day, even going so far as to attempt to turn off Janus’s laptop at one point. In retribution, Janus had trapped him on the bed under his hat.

Realistically speaking, Remus could get out from under the hat. Probably even easily. But that was not how he’d decided to react to the situation.

“I am alone!” Wailed a muffled voice. “Alone and lonely. Bereaved of all material comforts. My only friend has betrayed me! Trapped me in this horrible dark prison cruelly!”

Janus snorted, unable to help a smile at his friend’s antics.

“I will die! I will die alone and in the dark, horribly miserable…” There was a small ‘fwump’ sound, presumably the tiny flopping forward in ‘death’.

“My descendants will curse your name, the evil betrayer of their beloved ancestor.”

“You have no children,” Janus wryly commented.

“Then my ghost will haunt you forever! I will learn to make myself tangible and you will have to grant me attention or I will bother you forever and you won’t be able to wrongfully imprison me ever again!”

Janus shook his head, laughing silently so he wouldn’t add fuel to the fire.

His tiny friend was silent a while, other than small rustlings and thumps. And then he started up again.

“Woe is me! Someone must rescue me before I die at the hands of my evil, tortuous jailer!”

Janus snorted, the suddenness of it making it hard for him to be entirely silent. Remus almost certainly had heard it that time.

“It has begun!” he cried. “My vengeful spirit has already begun to inflict you with disease!”

“I assure you it is not disease,” Janus said, though that was a mistake, as his mirth was more than apparent in his tone.

“You laugh?!” Remus wailed. “You laugh at my utter misfortune??! Jail! Jail for Janus for ten thousand years!”

“I thought you were the one in jail,” Janus shot back.

“But you will be jailed for ten thousand years!” Remus yelled. “You will not escape the horror and solitude through death! You must exist there, wretchedly alone and forsaken, as I am, for the entirety of your sentence!”

“You have spent far too much time with your brother,” Janus said, nearly laughing. Remus was always crazy, but ever since Roman had visited, he’d picked up a second helping of the dramatic, and a vocabulary to match.

“Even now, in the last throes of my life, you would insult my family?!”

He couldn’t help it. Janus laughed. He spun his chair around and picked up his hat. Remus squinted up at him. Janus set a hand down for him to climb onto.

“You win. I can’t play, but you may use me as your jungle gym, and I will give you as much attention as I can while I work.”

Remus grinned widely and flopped face forward onto Janus’s hand. Janus nudged him a bit more towards the middle and then turned back to his work, holding Remus in his lap.