#writing idk

[icamefromadream]

◦•◦Need Unique Troop Writing Prompts? I got you!◦•◦

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ No bed troop. (They end up sleeping on the floor, person B sleeping on person A's chest as a pillow/mattress)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Book Store AU (Its like coffee AU but like at a book store. Person A owns the place and person B practically lives there.)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Office Rivals

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Racer AU (The thrill in trying to beat your competitors mixed with the love and laughter shared between them)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Sweet X Sour Characters (Person A has to apologise to everyone for Person B)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ 2 influences exs getting revenge (Both Influncers end up discarding there loyal partners who've been with them through thick and thin, decided to team up and get revenge on them both, end up falling in love.)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Newly married couple but one of them is hiding a super dark secret.

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Artist X Serial Killer (The artist likes to draw out gore-ish scenes and the killer loves to recreate it)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Detective X Writer (But the writer's sibling/Ex/friend is a murderer and recreates there work and the Detective has to unsolved it. EXTRA POINTS IF THE MURDERER IS SOMEONE WHOS OBSESSED WITH THE WRITER AND THE DETECTIVE HAS TO PROTECT THEM)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Villain X Hero's Ex (Hero sacrificed their partner for the world but the villain had other plans. EXTRA POINTS IF THE EX COMES BACK AS A EVEN STRONGER VILLAIN)

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[abyssalofflame]

— Like if you hold me without hurting me

You'll be the first who ever did

Whispers of touch — touch starvation

To feel a touch is so beautiful; oh to fill the gaps between the fingers, the feeling of reassurance and warmth, to feel their soothing heartbeat.

To feel a touch is so beautiful; oh to be able fill my empty arms, to never let go, to feel safe, clinging to warmth, to fit in like a puzzle piece. To bury my head in their neck, to feel the belonging, to experience their comforting hand on my head, tangling in my hairs, "it's gonna be alright" i wish if it could.

To feel a touch is so beautiful; my home is where you are, I want to merge with your soul, please don't separate me, I want to feel you. Their touch ignite the flame within, please don't let extinguish.

: I need therapy :(

[temporary-gentleman]

That Moby Dick post rewired my brain. Now it's cursed with thoughts of a Bloodborne fanfic about those idiots who hunted Kos thinking she was a whale. What if one of them knew and just had the most enormous grudge.....

[roseburning]

Writing Prompt

Writing Prompt (that I desperately want to read, please): The for whatever magical reason, Villain is turned back into a child, and the Hero ends up taking care of Kid!Villain but then he see how much scared Kid!Villain is, perhaps afraid of being hit or something like that, and he realizes how much trauma the Villain had endured at such a young age.

BONUS POINTS: Eventually, when the Villain goes back to normal and they meet again in the battlefield, there's that awkwardness because the Hero doesn't want to fight to fight that kid but he knows he has to stop the Villain, meanwhile the Villain doesn't want to harm the Hero because that's technically the only good parent figure he ever had.

[puddin-dear]

The deities of life and death are both women and they’re in a lesbian relationship.

[xxangeldustanalogx]

how cut heart out own chest -MD -surgery -medical -training “still beating” “the blood runs down my face like an unopened glass bottle that hits the carpeted rumpus room floor at exactly the wrong angle and shatters everywhere and now the shag carpet is irrevocably endowed with weaponry of its own and no one should ever feel safe or comfortable Again”

[sentientsky]

characters going “we were lovers once”: eh, it’s okay i guess. it’s nice enough

characters going “we were friends once”: absolutely devastating. one hit knockout i’m gone

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[thefearofcod]

man if I gotta make bad art, it should at least be easy! But it’s not! It is also hard to make this bad art

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[icamefromadream]

When you're enjoying your life then come across one of the most gut wrenching, tear sobbing, hand trembling, most angsty little short stories of your favorite comfort character and it just ruins your day

[abyssalofflame]

— You're no good for me

But baby, I want you, I want, 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Why can't I have you?

She looked up the starry night sky. Crescent moon hungs above casting a soft glow at them. She swallowed the words which left unspoken. Her gaze landed on the man beside her who already had his eyes on her. His eyes were sharp which didn't let her see through him.

"Sometimes I look at you and wonder how could anyone be so perfect"

She remarked cheekily.

He sighed softly.

"I can't be imperfect" 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

She turned her gaze away and again stared at the moon.

"But..."

It came almost as a whisper only for him to hear.

"It's ridiculous the things you do to me, I can never put in words. My brain goes blank when I look at you. A restlessness creeps my heart."

"It wouldn't hurt to say that I love you"

He shuts his eyes closed and gulped. He didn't replied. She didn't dare to face him nor he dared to respond. Instead he lowered on the ground on his knees. He tenderly held her ankle removing her heels.

He had noticed the discomfort in her legs. His touch was careful yet distant. He still did not respond.

He swooped her in his arms not letting her legs touch the dirty ground. His eyes looked empty as ever.

"You shouldn't repeat this words ever again"

His words were harsh. But yet she smiled foolishly.

"You shouldn't forget that I have no regrets to love you"

He avoided her gaze. She felt her heart shattering but she let herself fall because he will catch her, he always will.

"I could not even dare to dream to have my owner. You're just employer and I'm just employee, My lady"

Maybe we are no good.

[andr33yy]

Being in fandom spaces is so surreal-

Bc once your age hits a 'serious' number, you start to think - "damn, I should probably stop geeking and get more serious." But then you scroll and see a 34y/o woman writing fics after driving her kids to school, a 40y/o dude making fanart of his fav super heroes and you realize - "nah, I'm actually good"

[prlssprfctn]

I know the fandom mostly agrees that Jason is that one always unemployed sibling in the family, but let me offer you a slightly enhanced concept - unemployed sibling Jason, who is the busiest sibling in the family.

No one can get hold of him. Like, ever. And it is not like he is lying, he is genuinely always has something else to do! Something random and unexpected, and, honestly, all his family can think is: what the hell?

Bruce, frowning: Remind me again, why the dinner in the circle of the family today doesn't suit your... schedule?

Jason, shrugging: I have a book club evening in the nursing home. We are discussing Margaret Atwood's Penelopiad tonight. Can't miss it. Also, Jennet-

Alfred, confused: Who is Jennet?

Jason: One of the old ladies in the nursing home, duh... Anyway, yeah, Jennet is having a birthday. She would be hella mad if her favourite grandson missed it, you know?

Bruce: ...Jason, you are not her-

Jason: (leaves)

Dick: Hey, wanna join me for tomorrow morning's training?

Jason, sighs: Sounds nice, but I have classes tomorrow.

Dick, confused: Classes? Since when you are enrolled in college?

Jason: Oh, no. I am a substitute teacher in one of the school's around.

Dick: WHAT-

Damian, calling Jason in the middle of the day: Can you pick me up from school? Others are busy, there is an emergency in the town.

Jason: Damn, sorry, kid, but I am not in the country right now. By the way, do you want to talk with your mother?

Damian: ...What that supposed to mean? Where are you?

Jason: I was planning to visit All-Caste, but first decided to meet up with Talia. I am kinda in Egypt right now, anyway.

Damian: ...

Tim, already used to Jason's constant busy status, sighing: I bet you won't agree if I call you on the lunch tomorrow?

Jason: Uh, no. I have plans. But if you tag along with me, we can get lunch together later.

Tim, surprised: ...Okay. What do you have tomorrow? Knitting club? A shift in library?

Jason: Nah, graduation ceremony.

Tim: Right, you are a substitute teacher.

Jason: No, no. My graduation ceremony. I am getting my PHD in literature.

Tim: SINCE FUCKING WHEN-