#writingprompt

[whump-galaxy]

“How did you get in here? Leave, now!”

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to get away from-“

“I don’t care! Get out!”

“There’s nowhere to go! Have you seen out there?!”

[heerojiro]

I hope they do more with this its pritty good

[nonnienautskie]

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Bold Beneath the Sky

The grass bends low beneath my stride, a hint of fire I will not hide. The sky may blush, the earth may sigh, but I walk bold, with head held high.

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[miryel89]

🇬🇧 hello everyone! I'm happy to announce that I decided to create my own personalized Inktober list (since the official one doesn't inspire me at all) and so after asking the people closest to me to give me a word, here is the final result and I have to say which is a BEAUTIFUL list! Unfortunately I wasn't able to insert them all, so if you can't find them here it's only because I ran out of space plus some words were borrowed from the #deadboydetectives Promptober, thank you @dbdpromptober for allowing me to insert them here! I can't wait to get started and feel free to use it if you want, using the hashtags and tagging me if you like, so I can see the final result! Thank you all for your attention and good art!

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🇮🇹 salve a tutti! sono felice di annunciarvi che ho deciso di creare la mia lista personalizzata per l'inktober (siccome quella ufficiale non mi ispira affatto) e dunque dopo aver chiesto alle persone più vicine a me di darmi una parola, ecco qua il risultato finale e devo dire che è una lista BELLISSIMA! Purtroppo non sono riuscita ad inserirle tutte, quindi se non vi trovate qui dentro è solo perché avevo finito lo spazio 🥲 in più alcune parole sono state prese in prestito dal Promptober di #deadboydetectives, ringrazio @dbdpromptober per avermi concesso di inserirle qui! Non vedo l'ora di inizia e sentirvi liberi di usarla se volete, usando gli hashtag e taggandomi se vi va, così che io possa vedere il risultato!

grazie a tutti per l'attenzione e abbiate una buona arte!

[yukuofficial]

Cooking Lessons with Ao Bing and Li Nezha!

Writting prompt: Ao bing teaches nezha how to cook, (which has gone wrong LMAO) so that nezha wouldn't die of hunger in waiting for ao bing to get his husband!material ass home to cook for him AND you can play the music while reading!)

Definition of Terms

Magic Sarap

- a brand of seasoning commonly used in Filipino cuisine. Its purpose is to add flavour to dishes and enhance their taste. 

In the apartment

Nezha is calling ao bing to go home immediately after school so that he can cook dinner because he doesn't know how to make any dish (aside from eggs or other fast foods)

He longed to eat something as delicious, like how his mother would make soups for him when he was a child. It is to calm him if his temper arises again.

He makes his voice louder, taking deep breathes and:

"I AM BORED FROM EATING THE SAME FOODS AGAIN AND AGAIN!

Whenever I eat, I feel like I need more yummy foods, but MY stomach keeps telling me to eat something better! Bingbing...I miss my mom cooking a bunch of heavenly soups"

In another perspective, Ao bing unknowingly blushed in embarrassment due to his roommate's given nickname for him. He then turned to his usual "bored" expression, but he can't help but smile as he is thinking a better idea. He whispers:

"Hey..! I've refrained you from calling me any nicknames, and also don't shout! we're not done with the practice here......how about this? i'll each you how to cook soups. I promised it is as easy as how you cook those foods."

Nezha, was too stunned to speak:

"hah? You have a nerve to doubt my cooking skills when it comes to cooking eggs! I make them better than you!! And argh, Nope, never! Do you know what happened last time when I tried to cook some dish? THE CURTAINS COOKED THEMSELVES TOO!"

Both corners of Ao bing's lips widened a little as he laughs towards nezha's last sentence and his little crash out. He clearly remembered that day when he had to go home fast as he can after one call from his neighbours that his roommate was burning the kitchen down.

And of course, he also remembered all of the shits he had to do in order to fix allat.

(He totally didn't have huge problems)

His small giggles died down, he doesn't want to look like he is ditching his practice like chatting his roommate.

His blue eyes looked at the other scene, his classmates gestured eachother to continue their practice:

"Okay okay okay!, we'll cook together. I can show you how to cook soups, but for now just don't make any funny ideas and wait for me. I have to go back for our final practice. Goodbye for now, zha'er"

Still, Nezha holds his phone and tells Ao bing after crashing out. He smirks at his idea:

"Hmmp...fine go home immediately after practice, and don't worry. I'll make you sure that I will learn quickly how to cook soups!! Hehe, Goodbye now bingbing—"

The sound of rain from the outside window was as loud as nezha's laughter, he can't wait to finally eat a fine meal for the longest time.

In the kitchen

Nezha and Ao Bing were now cooking soup together for their dinner. Nezha is holding a sache of "Magic Sarap" ao bing then tells nezha to put it in the cooking pot.

Still mixing the soup with patience. Ao bing nudged nezha's arm to add the seasoning:

"Bigyan mo na ng Magic Sarap (Put the Magic Sarap now), the tiny beads inside of the sache are the seasonings so you have to tear it first before yo—"

But oh God, not even seconds later. The whole sache was thrown in the cooking pot instead. It is now part of the soup, floating around as Ao bing mixes it with a spoon.

Ao bing scrunches his face, NEVER in his life he witnessed such atrocious move. He slowly turns his head like an owl, facing nezha with eyes like he's seen a ghost.

Nezha however, feels like he would either die out from hunger or laugh at Ao bing's funniest expression (he thinks). Realizing this, he should probably run away from the most dumbest thing he ever did.

Ao bing has that one iconic image of disgusted tanjiro. He raises his hand towards nezha, who was now laughing like a dying chicken and clutching his stomach. Trying run away from his roommate that now has flammable aura instead of his usual, nonchalant, and icy one.

There was a dark shadow casting down ao bing's head, he throws the hot spoon at nezha and shouts at him:

"ay TARANGTADONG P*TA! Hayop HAYOP! Tang*na ka— (Ugh, IDIOT DAMN IT! animal ANIMAL fuck you—)"

Nezha be cooking everything up except foods frfr.

[Notes: AAAAAAOWJWJAJAKAS THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE WRITTEN SOMETHING FOR A FANDOM, I REPEAT! THIS IS THE FIRST TIMEEEEEEEEE— First of all, this lil one took one hours to make wtf and it is actually inspired by a tiktok video creds: @rvrengoku Where a png of sanemi and genya were cooking together and you know the rest. Second, my obsession for nezha fandom isn't quite as strong as the former fandoms I've been, but oh goodness. I never thought that I'll finally make a writing prompt, Im too lazy and always doubting myself because Im no good at writing. Lastly, English was never my first language, so I tend to make mistakes while writing essays 😭😭😭 so please bear with me aaaackkkkkksoosso. That's all, and thank you for reading 💕💕💕]

[typingoverworld]

Writing Prompt:

I can’t let them see me like this, but I can’t stop being like this.

[chuuyasmonster]

if someone writes a story about a person who doesn't know how to love (romantically) and has never fallen in love with anyone - but then they meet this one person at their lowest times when they've hit rock bottom and become friends, and this friend then eventually leaves, but now this person is stuck with loving the friend and can't even get over them because they don't know how to love and really its a mystery how this friend had crawled into their heart and now they just have to go on living knowing they could never be in a relationship with that friend for a reason,

then please tag me i would like to read it

[totallynottherealalliprince]

If you got into a fist fight with your main character... would you win?

[writingprompts]

“your boring life is beautiful”

“Picture yourself at the end of your life, on your deathbed. You’ve lived a good full life, but you can barely move or function anymore. Many of your loved ones have already passed on. But you get to go back to one day. You get to go back to this exact day that you’re in right now. You can’t change what you’re doing or anything. You just get to experience it one more time. Would you feel a little different about … that dull life you think you have?”

— Jake Frew

This thought comes from Jake Frew’s video “your boring life is beautiful.” In the video he shares about how frustrating and boring daily life can be, but then he shares this powerful thought about how with a different perspective — our own perspective but from the end of our life — we would view an otherwise dull or boring regular day as something beautiful and amazing. What do you think of this thought? Does it give you a different perspective on your life? Can you see your daily life from the perspective of yourself at the end of your life? How does that perspective change how you experience your everyday existence? Share the thoughts and feelings that come to mind as your consider this perspective.

Narrative option: tell the story of the day you get to relive, from the perspective of yourself at the end of your life.

[plotandelegy]

Crafting Spells with Incantations: A Primer for Fantasy Writers

1. The Roots of Language & Power: Think about languages. Why is Latin so captivating to many? Elvish words from Tolkien's Middle Earth gives us a sense of nostalgia. Incantations borrow from the weight and mystery of forgotten or invented tongues to create allure in our fictional works. Authors might want to consider phonetic aesthetics and rhyming words. Cadence can distinguish between magic that stays with the reader or falls short.

2. The Binding Element - Intention: Fancy words can enchant, but intention carries power. Consider the caster's emotions, desires, and the cost of wielding the magic. A simple spell to light a candle may be whispered, while summoning a storm might require a shout. Emotional resonance adds depth to your magical system. Depth can make it more relatable and memorable. 

3. The Harmony of Gesture: Incantations are often paired with gestures. The flow between word and motion can amplify potency. Perhaps the caster must trace a key through the air to open a door. Visual clues help readers see spell casting in their minds. 

4. The Complexity of Consequence: Let spells have consequences. Mispronouncing an incantation could come with disastrous or unexpected outcomes. Spells can backfire if cast with doubt. Create checks and balances that challenge your characters. 

5. Soundscapes of Sorcery: When performed correctly, what sounds accompany the spell? What sounds come when the magic is incorrect? Spells that summon forth storms release echoing booms in the distance. Offer readers a multi-sensory experience where they can 'hear' the magic too

-Indigo

If you’d like more check out my article on unique and classical sources of magic.

[bellasmumblingsandmusings]

Teaser Tuesday/WIP Wednesday!

Tagging @nyx-knox @roguishcat @bardic-inspo @bloodinwine No pressure! Give me a teaser of what you are working on! Because I post

What Could Have Been on Weds, I am gonna try and do these on Tuesdays!

SPOILERS Ahead! For Chapter 13!

Astarion hadn’t expected such swiftness from her; he had envisioned her drawing it out—turning it into a game. But the boldness of her action struck him like a spark to tinder, igniting a primal hunger within him. His eyes roved over her, unabashedly drinking in every curve, every shadow. “Very good,” he murmured, his grin widening, his gaze darkening with unspoken promises. “But I’m afraid that’s only the beginning... I want all of it, pet.” Sima leaned back further into the chair, draping her legs over one of the arms, her body arching in a languid stretch that was as provocative as it was defiant. Her hair spilled down one side, her back curving elegantly against the chair’s cushion. “Oh... I suppose you mean this last, inconvenient scrap of lace.” She gestured to the thin black thong at her hips, a teasing smile curling her lips. “I might take it off... perhaps. Or maybe,” she purred, eyes locking onto his with a tantalizing glint, “you should come over here and use those pretty teeth of yours.”

Chapter 13 drops tomorrow! Weds Sept 11 2024 Chapters on Tumblr: Prologue, 1 , 2 , 3 , Interlude, 4 , 5 , 6, 7, 8 , 9 , 10 Interlude 2 , 11 , 12

Entire Story Link on AO3

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[heerojiro]

[nonnienautskie]

Whispers of the Wild

The bark grazed my back, but I didn’t flinch— I was born to tempt the wild. In my half-open shirt, I dared the sun and wind to look closer, inviting secrets only they might see.

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[noxleyfin]

BBC Merlin Writing Prompts

I beg someone, anyone, to give me some BBC Merlin fanfiction writing prompts. I want Gay! I want Angst! I want all of the pain!

But most especially, I want rare pairs!

Merlin x Leon

Leon x Elyan

Female Merlin x Anyone

Merlin x Gwaine x Lancelot (please)

If anyone has any ideas, I ask that they reply to this post or even pm me. I have not written in what feels like so long and I am desperate to get back into it <3

[kylewrutar]

Reddit Writing Prompt Response: Bringing fists to a wizard duel

Randulus preferred to be referred to as 'Randulus the Mighty' by his peers. More often than not, his peers referred to him as 'Randulus the Prick' behind his back. His better than thou pompous attitude rubbed everyone the wrong way, from his fellow students to even the faculty. Unfortunately, he had the magical skills to back it up, he was undefeated in wizarding duels.

Then came the day he decided to pick on the new kid, Greg, from the mysterious domain known as New Jersey.

Randulus approached him in the sitting room, knocking his book out of his hands and pointing with an accusatory finger.

"New boy," he exclaimed. "I dont believe you've paid your due respect to the greatest wizard of his age."

Greg did not reply.

"Very well, I see no other course of action than to challenge you to a duel!" Randulus replied. "The field will be mythology. I'll go easy on you and set level at four. The duel is to yield only-"

The pompous wizard is interrupted abruptly as Greg stands from his seat and clocks him across the chin with a right hook. The so called greatest wizard of his change squeals in a very unflattering fashion as he falls to the ground. Greg does not let up, continuing to punch him as quickly as he can as he collapsed.

Before long, Randulus is reduced to a sobbing mess on the ground. Greg, very calmly, picks up his book and exits the scene, returning to his room.

And thus, the reputation of Randulus is forever stained, the day he got his ass kicked by the kid from new jersey.

[typingoverworld]

Writing Prompt:

I never hated you more than I loved you.