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More fever prompts just because:

Whumpee waking up with a now-lukewarm cloth draped over their forehead, and weakly reaching up to brush it away

Caretaker coming to check on Whumpee and finding them awake but silently crying into the edge of their blanket because they really just don't feel good at all

Whumpee being too weak and dizzy and shaky to eat the soup their caretaker brings them, only able to sit up for a few minutes at a time before they have to close their eyes and lie back again

A caretaker sponging off a whumpee's sweaty, feverish face, and the whumpee just whimpering feebly, so out of it they can't tell if it's too cold or feels like a wonderful relief

The crease between their eyebrows, wordlessly mouthing whatever fears they're facing in their dreams, soft sounds of distress escaping them, all while the caretaker gently thumbs damp strands of hair from their forehead

The fever finally breaking and the whumpee waking up sore all over and so weak they're trembling at the slightest movement, sweat clings to their shirt and they shiver violently when Caretaker helps them out of it and into something dry

Feeling so so cold but with that uncomfortable heat just over their skin that feels all wrong, they know they must be hot because the sheets are almost painful against them, but without them they're a shivery mess

A whumpee sitting huddled against the headboard of their bed/the back of a couch or chair, wrapped in three blankets with beads of sweat on their forehead, eyes glittery and half open, half aware of the shadows creeping from the corners of their room that might just be their imagination -- they couldn't tell the difference if they weren't

Someone going to bed feeling a little off and getting zero sleep, throat sore and mind racing and chills too prevalent for them to get a single wink - in the morning they wake up feeling exhausted and out of it and when they swing their legs out of bed they find themselves almost too dizzy and shaky to stand up and that's when it hits them that oh, this is beyond just a sleepless night

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Whumpee is injured. Gravely injured. They're clinging to life by a thread. Whumper went too far - they messed up - they know -

Whumper drops everything. Whumper rushes, carrying Whumpee's limp and lifeless body in their arms, to the only place and the only person they can go to for help.

"I - I didn't - not like this - I didn't mean to! I-I'm sorry, please help me - no...help them-"

Caretaker only stares at them, bewildered and mortified.

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Person A: “Why is that person glaring at you?”

Person B: “Oh, they accused me of being a creep for standing here for more than five minutes, and I may or may not have agreed and claimed I was here specifically to kidnap you. They didn’t know how to respond, so they’ve just been scowling at me from a distance ever since.”

Person A: “…Shall we make an overly dramatic exit?”

Person B: “Nothing would please me more.”

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Writing prompt #14

I was there the day he died. The greatest hero of our time. And though the stories are spectacular, they are completely and utterly wrong. Here's what really happened.

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Find The Word Tag

Alrighty, so thank you @bookish-karina @taranorma and @drchenquill for tagging me in Find The Word tag games!

My words: loathe, swoon, knife, tattoo, strong, teeth, torn, growl, tired, thinking, tainted, timeless

Whew that's a lot of words. It will be beneath the cut. And will be all of my WIPs, not just one. I will warn that two of the snippets below the cut is violent and there is blood and death. They will be marked.

I will tag @winterandwords @rivenantiqnerd @leave-a-message19 @toribookworm22 @xenascribbles @foyle-fumbles and an open tag!

Your Words: Creep, tied, upper, kiss

Warning, it is long beneath the cut lol

Loathe:

I do not have this word in any of my WIPs, which surprised me!

Swoon:

Don't have this either. I don't think I've ever used the word swoon in any of my stories. I just don't write like that. Heh

Knife: From At The End of a Warm Gun

Alexandra's attention fixated on the grip of her revolver with her knife in hand, not even a consideration for her to loot the dead right now. As she crossed out another set of tally marks—it made ten kills for her at just the age of seventeen—Mr. Thompson approached her with an exuberant smile, gripped her wide shoulder. “Great work, young lady!” He said and shook hands for a moment. “Come with me back to the crossin’? I believe ya need a proper reward. Mr. Granger, get this piece of shit back in one piece, ‘kay? Alive, sir.”

Tattoo: From The Last of the Orc

“So, what now?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Do we continue to flee, always seeking refuge? I would rather face death. There is no shame in standing beside our kin, even in death. Rather die than keep running.” “You still might.” Eithne adjusted her forest-green and earthy-brown half tunic, ensured it concealed her bindings. Skin tattooed with a vibrant green dye set in geometric designs. An intricate eye designed just above the middle of her breasts stood as the centerpiece—the eye of the crow.

Strong: From Of Axe & Arrows

Mighty waves, larger than the grand longhouse, lifted the longship high in a terrifying moment. The warriors gasped as they reached the crest. Their eyes widened at the sight below—a sheer cliff-like drop. Thor’s furious roar echoed through the air, thundering louder than the relentless rain and howling wind. As the boat teetered precariously on the edge, the suspense stretched on for an eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it came, the wave crashed back into the ocean, propelling itself forward. The sturdy wood and expert construction of Fáfnir’s vessel held strong as they descended with a resounding thud. The impact left them in a heap, battered and beaten, but the brave drengr survived.

Teeth: From The Last of the Orc

Eithne’s voice, filled with venom, called out to the creature while she bared her teeth in a snarl. Resolve burned in her eyes, a resolute stubbornness fueled the young warrior. Though her words seemed to have no effect on the demon, it slowed for just a moment. A thunderous roar erupted from the depths of her being, broke through the air, as she lunged forward with a powerful swing of her sword. The clash of weapons echoed, filled the surrounding space with its discordant melody. Undeterred, she pivoted, her body moved with fluid grace, and unleashed an upward swing.

TW: Violence TW: Death TW: Blood

Torn: From Haven Bay 01: An Antiques Dealer

When he stooped again, she extracted a long, thin knife hidden inside her jacket. Leapt over the counter, she plunged the blade deep into his back with a single, determined motion, torn through his skin with ease. A thud echoed through the air as he collapsed, his breath escaped like a fading bellow. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, she drove the knife into his back. Over and over, the sickening sound of each stab intensified until the man’s breathing and moans of pain stopped. Then wiped her hands off on the man’s jacket, trembled from the nerves and adrenaline that still flowed through her. She stood up, her fingers combed through her damp hair, slicked it back once again. She had a plan and needed to stick to it. Yet, like a trapped animal, Tegan stood frozen as the resounding click of the grandfather clock’s hand echoed in the room, mimicked a metronome. Her eyes darted towards the front door, peered through the curtain which shielded the rain-splattered window. The pitter-patter of raindrops persisted outside, created a soothing melody, in contrast to what had just occurred. Tegan crossed the room, the icy touch of the doorknob sent a shiver down her spine. As she peered outside, confirmed that only rain, not a single soul, ventured near.

TW: Violence TW: Death

Growl: From Of Axe & Arrows

His audacity, however, would cost him dear. Astrid and Helga wasted no time, their fury unleashed. With a primal ferocity, they avenged Teagen; their swords and axes tore through the young man’s flesh, limb from limb. The sickening sound of flesh being rent apart mixed with the guttural growls from the twins—they ripped him to shreds like hungry dogs.

Tired: From Haven Bay 01: An Antiques Dealer

While the atmosphere carried a faint scent of age and wisdom, blended with that distinctive aroma of well-preserved history. As Tegan explored further, her tired brown eyes scanned over a dazzling array of baubles, trinkets, and items that were decades, maybe even hundreds, of years old. All the sheer abundance of treasures, both mundane and cherished, filled every nook and cranny, created an atmosphere of enchanting abundance, each a piece of history.

Thinking: From Haven Bay 02: Cara and the Will-o-the-Wisp

Then, with all the sneaky skills she could muster, Cara stepped up to the window. That’s when she saw a faint light in the treeline. Not like one with a flashlight or their camera. This seemed a lot more erratic than that. Bounced up and down, as if jumping, yet far too high for that to be an actual person. “Weird,” she whispered to herself. Just as quick as it showed up, the light disappeared. Thinking that was enough excitement, Cara climbed back onto her bed, but what looked like a shadow scurried across the floor. Disappeared through her door. When, with the inquisitiveness of her age, Cara got back up and opened the door with a not-so-subtle creyeak.

Tainted:

No tainted I could find!

Timeless: From Haven Bay 01: An Antiques Dealer

In the dimly-lit shop, the soft glow of the lights, especially the flickering lamp that stood on top of the tallest shelf, gave the large former living space a mysterious ambiance. Which set it apart from the bright shops nearby. The walls, painted in dark browns, adorned with a captivating collection of paintings, each exuding a sense of timeless beauty. A magnificent suit of armor stood as a center of pride beside shelves that groaned under the weight of countless books and tomes, their pages whispered stories of the past.

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Build Your Own Writing Haven (tag game)

Thanks for the open tag @leahnardo-da-veggie !! Her post here !

Rules: without using any images, describe your ideal place to write :)

Sitting in a cafe in a foreign city

Early morning, I can see people going to work or walking their dog or doing their morning run through the big window. Behind them is a beautiful scenery (maybe the ocean??)

I'm in comfortable clothes (but still look cute)

The air smells like baked goods and tea (not coffee, thank you)

I have a little treat and a big hot drink made fresh

My noise cancelling headphones are on, playing my favourite movie score songs (Ghibli, HTTYD, Love Simon, etc.)

Tagging @little-mouse-gardens @simonnebethel @toribookworm22 @kaylinalexanderbooks @theeccentricraven @winglesswriter + continuing the open tag!

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OUT OF CONTEXT LINE TAG

I was tagged by @autumnalwalker

This line is from the upcoming @nightmare-magic

Nothing we can do through our magic is working.  The goddess is not helping and even Sylvan seems unable to vanquish whatever is coming to torture her dreams.  The ancestors don’t seem to be able or willing to help, they are not communicating which.  I’ve never run into anything like this

Soft tagging - @blind-the-winds @pheita @dreaminggoblin @writingmaidenwarrior @saltysupercomputer

@thebejeweledwatercat @toribookworm22 @mjjune

@frostedlemonwriter @cillmequick @runnning-outof-time @zablife

@moral-terpitude @garrison-girl-08 @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @look-at-the-soul

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May this month of May be your happiest moment of your life. Where you worry less and finally enjoy yourself with sweet thoughts & remember to be grateful for the simple things in life 🩷

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"Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories

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Ask Game for someone’s OC(s)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

💼 - What do they do for a living?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

🎯 -What do they do best?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

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Writing prompt #961

The group that survived, what they saw and how they changed.

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Tips for Creating Fantasy Creatures

Start with imagination. If you're tired of seeing the same creatures in fantasy novels, then branch out.

If needed, gain inspiration from myth. Perhaps try to merge two mythical beings to create an entirely new species. Or imagine how a creature from folklore may have evolved over the centuries.

If you're creating a fantasy species from scratch, try to brainstorm these topics to get started:

Dwellings and shelter

Land of origin

Habitat

Average life span

Species name (and any other names they go by)

Physical description

Temperament

Magical abilities

Legends and lore surrounding them

Food sources

Predators

Ecology and history of the species

Their relationship to your characters and others within their environment

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“she’s crazy” a guy who traumatized her

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Random fantasy/worldbuilding thing:

Everyone from a different culture seems strangely poetic and profoundly deep in their observations, but only because they speak whatever the common tongue is as a second language, and whatever they are saying is actually mostly just clumsily translated common sayings/figures of speech that flow much better in their own tongue, and make perfect sense to the people who understand the cultural context.

Someone who comes from a place where geodes are common will describe another person: "He is like a stone that seems to hold a treasure inside of it - you learn to know such stones by their shape and their weight - but once you split it open, there is no quartz, no amethyst, no sparkling and brilliant crystal you expected. Just solid rock, through and through. He is like one of those rocks." Which vaguely makes sense, but they're clearly frustrated about not being quite able to express what they're trying to say.

The thing is, in their own first language, there's a specific word for this kind of rock - one that outwardly seems to be a geode but it isn't one after all. This word is also commonly used as an insult, to describe a person who is charismatic, convincing and outwardly seems brilliantly smart, but is actually dumb as shit.

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writing kissing is so embarrassing why am I doing this

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I've been recieving a lot of messages from people saying "I've been busy irl so i havent read any of your stuff, but I love your enthusiam."

And I just wanted to say, if you see me around and don't comment/ read my stuff but still spend time to tell me that you love seeing me around, you are valid. The fact that you're taking time out of your day to even be honest and tell me you're busy irl, just know that I have such respect for you.

Your honesty is appreciated. Please continue to keep liking the stuff, reblogging if you want to and just keep being you. Look after yourselves and if you ever need anything, please know im here

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