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Louise Glück / Susan Sontag / Leslie Feinberg / Brenna Womer / Jeanette Winterson / Crimson Peak, co-written and directed by Guillermo del Toro (2015) / Marie Howe

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Random mansion generator

The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:

https://boingboing.net/2019/07/12/random-mansion-generator.html

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Resources For Writing Sketchy Topics

Medicine

A Study In Physical Injury

Comas

Medical Facts And Tips For Your Writing Needs

Broken Bones

Burns

Unconsciousness & Head Trauma

Blood Loss

Stab Wounds

Pain & Shock

All About Mechanical Injuries (Injuries Caused By Violence)

Writing Specific Characters

Portraying a kleptomaniac.

Playing a character with cancer.

How to portray a power driven character.

Playing the manipulative character.

Portraying a character with borderline personality disorder.

Playing a character with Orthorexia Nervosa.

Writing a character who lost someone important.

Playing the bullies.

Portraying the drug dealer.

Playing a rebellious character.

How to portray a sociopath.

How to write characters with PTSD.

Playing characters with memory loss.

Playing a pyromaniac.

How to write a mute character.

How to write a character with an OCD.

How to play a stoner.

Playing a character with an eating disorder.

Portraying a character who is anti-social.

Portraying a character who is depressed.

How to portray someone with dyslexia.

How to portray a character with bipolar disorder.

Portraying a character with severe depression.

How to play a serial killer.

Writing insane characters.

Playing a character under the influence of marijuana.

Tips on writing a drug addict.

How to write a character with HPD.

Writing a character with Nymphomania.

Writing a character with schizophrenia.

Writing a character with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Writing a character with depression.

Writing a character who suffers from night terrors.

Writing a character with paranoid personality disorder.

How to play a victim of rape.

How to play a mentally ill/insane character.

Writing a character who self-harms.

Writing a character who is high on amphetamines.

How to play the stalker.

How to portray a character high on cocaine.

Playing a character with ADHD.

How to play a sexual assault victim.

Writing a compulsive gambler.

Playing a character who is faking a disorder.

Playing a prisoner.

Portraying an emotionally detached character.

How to play a character with social anxiety.

Portraying a character who is high.

Portraying characters who have secrets.

Portraying a recovering alcoholic.

Portraying a sex addict.

How to play someone creepy.

Portraying sexually/emotionally abused characters.

Playing a character under the influence of drugs.

Playing a character who struggles with Bulimia.

Illegal Activity

Examining Mob Mentality

How Street Gangs Work

Domestic Abuse

Torture

Assault

Murder

Terrorism

Internet Fraud

Cyberwarfare

Computer Viruses

Corporate Crime

Political Corruption

Drug Trafficking

Human Trafficking

Sex Trafficking

Illegal Immigration

Contemporary Slavery 

Black Market Prices & Profits

AK-47 prices on the black market

Bribes

Computer Hackers and Online Fraud

Contract Killing

Exotic Animals

Fake Diplomas

Fake ID Cards, Passports and Other Identity Documents

Human Smuggling Fees

Human Traffickers Prices

Kidney and Organ Trafficking Prices

Prostitution Prices

Cocaine Prices

Ecstasy Pills Prices

Heroin Prices

Marijuana Prices

Meth Prices

Earnings From Illegal Jobs

Countries In Order Of Largest To Smallest Risk

Forensics

arson

Asphyxia

Blood Analysis

Book Review

Cause & Manner of Death

Chemistry/Physics

Computers/Cell Phones/Electronics

Cool & Odd-Mostly Odd

Corpse Identification

Corpse Location

Crime and Science Radio

crime lab

Crime Scene

Cults and Religions

DNA

Document Examination

Fingerprints/Patterned Evidence

Firearms Analysis

Forensic Anthropology

Forensic Art

Forensic Dentistry

Forensic History

Forensic Psychiatry

General Forensics

Guest Blogger

High Tech Forensics

Interesting Cases

Interesting Places

Interviews

Medical History

Medical Issues

Misc

Multiple Murderers

On This Day

Poisons & Drugs

Police Procedure

Q&A

serial killers

Space Program

Stupid Criminals

Theft

Time of Death

Toxicology

Trauma

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Random mansion generator

The Procgen Mansion Generator produces large three-dee dwellings to toy with your imagination, offering various architectural styles and other options. Each mansion even comes with floorplans:

https://boingboing.net/2019/07/12/random-mansion-generator.html

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Do you have any more prompts of a caretaker hypnotizing the whumpee to help them take better care of themselves or soothing them while in pain? (Emotional or physical up to you!)

You betcha!

- Using the hypnosis to soothe migraines or tension headaches

- Using it to dull their pain and fear after the whumper tortures them

- Using it to help them put up mental barriers against the whumper’s psychological tortures

- Hypnotizing them to calm and get them under control (i.e. a whumpee with powers that are going out of whack)

- “[Whumper] can’t hurt you here. Trance is your safe place. Right now you feel calm, safe and secure.”

- “Wow, you really are stressed about [social/work obligation], huh? What if I told you I could calm your nerves?”

- Convincing them to leave their huge work pile for the night and actually get to bed on time for once this week

- “The nightmare is far, far away. You’ve practically forgotten it already. You’re going to sink into a deeper, more restful sleep now.”

- (For a withdrawn, closed-off whumpee) Using suggestion to get them to open up more honestly about their needs and wants

- Creating hypnosis/ASMR type videos for Whumpee to listen to whenever they’re not with them to do it in person

- “I’ve taken care of everything, you have nowhere else to be. Now all you need to do is sit back, let yourself drift and relax.”

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how does being punched in the face feel like

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29 Day Whump Challenge

I’ve put together a list of whump prompts for every day of February! It’s for myself, but anyone who sees this list and wants to use the prompts can absolutely do so! And please tag me if you do, I’d love to see! :D

Day 1: Vomiting || Dehydration

Day 2: Broken Bone || Tied or Chained Up

Day 3: Loved One Killed || Drugged

Day 4: Beaten || Force-Fed or Hand-Fed

Day 5: Animal Attack || Drowning

Day 6: Tortured || Teeth Knocked Out

Day 7: Influenza || Forced to Serve or Perform

Day 8: Overdose || Strangulation

Day 9: Car Wreck || Starvation

Day 10: Hypnotized by Whumper || Dislocation

Day 11: Forced to Watch || High Fever

Day 12: Humiliation || Migraine

Day 13: Experimented on by Whumper || Burned

Day 14: Concussion || Dehumanization

Day 15: Branded || Forcibly Shaved

Day 16: Filmed Whump || Sleep Deprivation

Day 17: Sold at Auction || Poisoned

Day 18: Forced Nudity || Dressed by Whumper

Day 19: Amputation || Heat Stroke

Day 20: Phobia Exploited || Public Whump

Day 21: Hallucination || Whipped

Day 22: Deafened || Punishment

Day 23: Forced to Hurt Another || Stabbed

Day 24: Begging || Stockholm Syndrome

Day 25: Whumper in Love || Blinded

Day 26: Scars || Wetting in Fear

Day 27: Muzzled or Gagged || Loss of Hope

Day 28: Self-Harm || Collared

Day 29: Comforted by Whumper || Paralyzed

Note to myself (and anyone who might also use these prompts): You can do it! Have fun!

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Writing References (bruises)

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as yet unexplored subgenres

zombie Amish romance

normal fiction (explores alternate reality that is much more banal and ordinary than this one)

elfpunk (-punk subgenre where every piece of technology is run by many incredibly tiny elves inside)

chaotic history (all of the alternate histories at once; very little attempt to coordinate them)

badass fiction (refers to speculative fiction works with worldbuilding, plot and characterization all ultimately governed by what is most badass; subcategories include badass fantasy and badass sci-fi, though the latter is a disputed category due to the fact that space wizards who ride space dragons and other fantastical elements commonly creep in because they’re badass)

bad sci-fi, or badsci (science fiction based on terrible attitudes toward science, such as six-day-literalist creationism or flat earth)

contemporary history (historical novels inexplicably set in the present day, with either historical events and figures recast as occurring in contemporary times or past historical periods portrayed as being culturally and technologically similar to the present)

dreampunk (instead of a first chapter wherein the protagonist awakens from a dream, the entire story is just dreams)

tree romance

existential literature (an avant-garde and media-transcending subcategory wherein reviewers and booksellers blurb and discuss a book that does not actually exist, creating a unique and thought-provoking experience for the reader, especially one who commonly pre-orders new books)

self-help fantasy (self-help book dedicated to solving problems no one has)

self-help romance (you buy the book to solve your problems but instead you fall in love with the author)

recipe thriller (a recipe book whose recipes are masterfully plotted and full of chilling suspense)

contemporary epic poetry romance (contemporary romance written in the exact style and tone of Ancient Greek epics)

dinosaurpunk

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Myths, Creatures, and Folklore

Want to create a religion for your fictional world? Here are some references and resources!

General:

General Folklore

Various Folktales

Heroes

Weather Folklore

Trees in Mythology

Animals in Mythology

Birds in Mythology

Flowers in Mythology

Fruit in Mythology

Plants in Mythology

Folktales from Around the World

Africa:

Egyptian Mythology

African Mythology

More African Mythology

Egyptian Gods and Goddesses

The Gods of Africa

Even More African Mythology

West African Mythology

All About African Mythology

African Mythical Creatures

Gods and Goddesses

The Americas:

Aztec Mythology

Haitian Mythology

Inca Mythology

Maya Mythology

Native American Mythology

More Inca Mythology

More Native American Mythology

South American Mythical Creatures

North American Mythical Creatures

Aztec Gods and Goddesses

Asia:

Chinese Mythology

Hindu Mythology

Japanese Mythology

Korean Mythology

More Japanese Mythology

Chinese and Japanese Mythical Creatures

Indian Mythical Creatures

Chinese Gods and Goddesses

Hindu Gods and Goddesses

Korean Gods and Goddesses

Europe:

Basque Mythology

Celtic Mythology

Etruscan Mythology

Greek Mythology

Latvian Mythology

Norse Mythology

Roman Mythology

Arthurian Legends

Bestiary

Celtic Gods and Goddesses

Gods and Goddesses of the Celtic Lands

Finnish Mythology

Celtic Mythical Creatures

Gods and Goddesses

Middle East:

Islamic Mythology

Judaic Mythology

Mesopotamian Mythology

Persian Mythology

Middle Eastern Mythical Creatures

Oceania:

Aboriginal Mythology

Polynesian Mythology

More Polynesian Mythology

Mythology of the Polynesian Islands

Melanesian Mythology

Massive Polynesian Mythology Post

Maori Mythical Creatures

Hawaiian Gods and Goddesses

Hawaiian Goddesses

Gods and Goddesses

Creating a Fantasy Religion:

Creating Part 1

Creating Part 2

Creating Part 3

Creating Part 4

Fantasy Religion Design Guide

Using Religion in Fantasy

Religion in Fantasy

Creating Fantasy Worlds

Beliefs in Fantasy

Some superstitions:

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Charred Lily

Chapter 1: First Morning

“Happy birthday, Ghirahim,” she said. Happy birthday, a phrase said to a being on the day of the year they came to life to recognize or celebrate that being. Ghirahim, a name, his name.”

          Notes: Oh shit y’all it’s here!! For a long while now, I’ve been thinking hard about Ghirahim’s backstory, and what he went through leading up to the events of skyward sword. So! I finally got a chance to begin writing it! I wanna thank my friends @savvyzelda and @curious-corvids for the inspiration and motivation!! Let me say I’m really proud of this, and I really wanna continue it if I get the time.

        The first time his eyes opened, they were graced with a blurred mound of vibrant greens and the sky’s blue. Spring’s colors were softly blended together, framed around a white figure like a halo. It glowed faintly with a gold shine. Something in his consciousness told him this figure was alive, this figure was powerful.

        The world turned dark again as his eyes closed, open again, and the colors rearranged themselves. Green became blotches of leaves on the trees that stretched over him, granting him shade from sunlight. The blue grew wispy clouds. The being had a face. The being’s eyes were blue, they crinkled up as a soft smile found a home on her lips.

        “Good morning…” she said as he realized he could focus his sight on other things in his view. Good morning, a phrase spoken from one being to another as a greeting, said before the sun begins traveling across the third quadrant in the sky.

        “Happy birthday, Ghirahim,” she said. Happy birthday, a phrase said to a being on the day of the year they came to life to recognize or celebrate that being. Ghirahim, a name, his name.

        Ghirahim blinked, he saw a bird fly overhead. He opened his mouth to speak and could taste the air of the earth on his tongue with his first breath. “Good morning, Your Grace,” he said, because his mind told him the title was appropriate.

    ��   Her smile, which he hadn’t noted had faded, returned, bringing along a warm and quiet chuckle at his response. Ghirahim became aware of other things. He himself was not just a formless, mental entity. He had a face, which had grass blades tickle his cheeks in time with the breeze. He had a torso. His back was cooled against the morning dew and soft patches of dirt under him. He could smell flowers and his ears twitched to birdsong.

        Finally, he’d realized movement was possible, and took to lethargically sitting himself up. Then, he looked down. The body below him, his body, conjured his first opinion. He was beautiful. His entire being was a sculpted obsidian black, decorated with intricate designs, diamonds. Facened into his chest was another diamond shape, a clean cut silver colored gem. It glistened in the light, and radiated warmth. He could feel it pulse inside of his core. He took his time touching the tips of his fingers together, twisting his wrists, curling his toes, bending his arms and legs, all only slightly, and slowly. Just to get a taste of solving his first puzzle, living.

        When he looked to the land in front of him, he was given a new scenery of tree trunks and shaded over forest flowers. He sad idly, his eyes narrowing and widening as he became aware of every new item in the forest, trying to memorize every bit around him. His neck swiveled and his view panned to drink in the world. His mind fed him definitions and explanations to every object he focused on.

        Ghirahim’s attention was ripped from the woods when another voice rang in his ears, it wasn’t the golden woman.

        “Did you make him quiet?” she asked. His head turned towards the source of the voice. This woman was different, she had a petite form, compared to both himself and the other woman. Her blue hair was short and airy, grown barely past the tip of her chin. Wide, curious, blue eyes, blue eyelashes. Blue was a very prominent feature on her, but the color stuck out because of her pale skin, void of any cut or scrape. She was dressed in royal purple and navy hues, her most prominent piece of fashion was a ruffling cloak that draped itself over her arms, exposing her shoulders.

        “I didn’t intentionally,” the woman answered, “But perhaps that is just how he is.”

        Ghirahim took a moment to examine the golden woman as well. She was a great, large, being. A powerful aura radiated from her. It exuded a warm, bright feeling that was like the sun that shone down on them. A part of him found that light appalling, wanted to shy away from it. However, he did not move, for a greater piece of him felt an air of safety in her. The dress she wore was a simple white, it was long and flowy, and draped itself far across the grass below her. Surely, she was too ethereal to be any mere creature, Ghirahim concluded she was a goddess. He gazed upon her face again, and realized how long her hair really was. Her golden locks were fine strands that fell over her like a curtain, the ends reaching out even farther than the skirt of her dress.

        “Are you going to talk to us, Ghirahim?” the goddess asked him when he turned back to the forest.

        He paused to contemplate a proper answer. “Right now, I cannot.” Ghirahim replied. The unpredictable, random sprouting and growth of nature was much more interesting to him compared to the symmetry of the two women’s bodies. “I am busy.” He thought that was a satisfactory explanation, for he felt totally occupied with this need to analyze and discover.

        “Busy?” she asked, a giggle, “Admiring our handiwork?”

        He studied her with a scrutinizing gaze. Was everything she spoke going to be filled with bubbling chuckles? What did he say that was amusing to her?

        “Your handiwork?” Ghirahim asked.

        She smiled, “Yes, the work of us divine beings. You should know of us, Ghirahim. I did not create you unequipped with knowledge.”

        Yes, Ghirahim thought, it was obvious he was knowledgeable, but of exactly what, he was not certain of yet.

        “You are divine beings?” he asked. The blue woman did emanate a sun-like aura as well, but it was nothing in comparison to the golden woman.

        The blue woman shook her head. Her expression was cheery, eager to speak, yet dialed down to keep herself composed. “I am not. I am only a servant to my goddess, Hylia.”

        Ah, that was all he needed. Things began to fit together now, at least a little bit. The golden woman was a goddess, she was the goddess of life, Hylia. She was known as the mother of the Hylians, a race of beings created in her image, which were renowned as blessed, as holy. She had created many other races and animal species, but her love truly shown for her crown jewel of creations, her hylian people.

        “Only?” Hylia asked the blue woman. “You speak like you are unimportant!”

        The blue woman shared similar bodily composition to Hylians, but she was not one, Ghirahim was certain of it. What was she? He wondered.

        “Your Grace,” she began, turning her head towards her goddess, but her eyes were fixated on the swaying grass. “In your glorious presence, I am unimportant.”

        It was then, in Ghirahim’s silent study, that he noticed Hylia had wings. They kept themselves tucked behind her back, and laid themselves slack upon her like a cape. He compared them to the clouds overhead, for the long feathers bunched in stripes much like the wispy, white formations above. He decided he liked them, as they looked quite lovely there, sparkling in the sunlight.

        Her wings moved with her when she spoke, they swayed in the wind when she adjusted them. “You’re my sword spirit, Fi,” was all she could manage.

        Ghirahim’s ears perked. He caught that term, sword spirit. A sword spirit was a being created to serve. In exchange for life, the spirit relinquishes it’s free will to serve whoever is deemed their master by their creator. This person, Fi, was a sword spirit.

        “Do you know what you are, Ghirahim?” Hylia asked.

        “A sword spirit.” he said to her, loudly and clearly.

        She tilted her head slightly, preparing to inquire again. “Who are you owned by?”

        “I am your sword spirit.” he said to her.

        At that, she smiled again, the expression being pulled forward from the beginning of quiet chuckle. Ghirahim’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, was that not the correct answer? He had not been given to anybody just yet. By default, he was Hylia’s sword, yes?

        “For now, I suppose you are.” So, he was correct? “But you won’t be for long. I’ve actually prepared you as a gift for somebody I know.” Then, her smile formed into a giddy grin as she began to scoot just a little closer to Ghirahim. “Sword spirits are mostly created to be servants, yes, but I have a plan for you.”

        She raised her hand and waved it in a motion that said ‘come here’, beckoning him closer. Curiosity tugged at Ghirahim, and he scooted closer to her as well, even tilting his head a little to listen to the information Hylia was about to relay to him.

        Like a child passing one meaningless secret to another, she loosely cupped her hand near her mouth, and spoke in a small, but excited voice.

        Her next words conjured an indescribable feeling in Ghirahim.

        “I want you to be a friend.”

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Latin phrases to use as incantations.

This is gonna be a long list.

ab intra - from within

ab origine - from the source

absit iniuria - “let insult be absent”

absit invidia - “let envy be absent”

absit omen - “let omens be absent”

ab uno disce omnes - from one, learn all.

abyssus abyssum invocat - deep calleth unto deep

a capite ad calcem - from head to heel

acta non verba - actions not words

ad altiora tendo - “I strive to higher things”

ad astra - to the stars

ad fontes - to the sources

ad meliora - towards better things

ad oculos - to the eyes

ad undas - to the waves

ad victoriam - to victory

adsum - I am here

a fortiori - from the stronger/from strength

a mari usque ad mare - from sea to sea

audeamus - let us dare

audentes fortuna iuvat - fortune favors the bold

audi, vide, tace - hear, see, be silent

beatae memoriae - of blessed memory

bona fide - in good faith

bono malum superate - overcome evil with good

capax infiniti - holding the infinite

carpe diem - seize the day

carpe noctem - seize the night

cave - beware

ceteris paribus - all other things being equal

circa - around

citius, altius, fortius - faster, higher, stronger

clavis aurea - golden key

cogito ergo sum - I think, therefor I am

compos mentis - in control of the mind

concilio et labore - by wisdom and effort

concordia cum veritate - in harmony with truth

concordia salus - well-being through harmony

coniunctis viribus - with connected strength

consummatum est - it is complete

corruptus in extremis - corrupt to the extreme

crescit eundo - it grows as it goes

de novo - from the new

de profundis - from the depths

dies irae - day of wrath

dona nobis pacem - give us peace

ego te provoco - I challenge you

esse est percipi - to be is to be perceived  

esse quam videri - to be, rather than to seem

esto quod es - be what you are

ex animo - from the soul

ex luna scientia - from the moon, knowledge

ex scientia tridens - from knowledge, sea power

ex silentio - from silence

ex undis - from the waves of the sea

experientia docet - experience teaches

fac et spera - do and hope

fac fortia et patere - do brave deed and endure

faciam quodlibet quod necesse est - I’ll do whatever it takes

faciam ut mei memineris - I’ll make you remember me

facta, non verba - deeds, not words

fortis et liber - strong and free

fortis in arduis - strong in difficulties

gloriosus et liber - glorious and free

hic abundant leones - here lions abound

hic et nunc - here and now

hic sunt dracones - here there are dragons

hinc illae lacrimae - hence those tears

hinc itur ad astra - from here the way leads to the stars

igni ferroque - with fire and iron

in memoriam - into the memory

in nocte consilium - advice comes over night

libra - balance

littera scripta manet - the written words endure

locus standi - a right to stand

luceo non uro - I shine, not burn

luctor et emergo - I struggle and emerge

mare liberum - free sea

memento vivere - remember to live

more ferarum - like beasts

natura non contristatur - nature is not saddened

nec spe, nec metu - without hope, without fear

noli me tangere - do not touch me

ophidia in herba - a snake in the grass

pro se - for oneself

propria manu - by one’s own hand

quaere - to seek

quod abundat non obstat - what is abundant does not hinder

resurgam - I shall arise

semper ad meliora - always towards better things

semper anticus - always forward

semper apertus - always open

semper fortis - always brave

semper liber - always free

stet - let it stand

tuebor - I will protect

vera causa - true cause

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You almost died in a car crash and found out that your guardian angel is super…hot. You continue putting your life in danger in order to spend more time with them.

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You’ve always had ridiculously good luck. About to get hit by a car? Sudden burst of wind knocks you onto the strangely soft ground. Accidentally slip on the icy stairs? Miraculously find your footing as if someone had caught you and set you back on your feet. Not enough money to get home safely? Find the exact amount you need, two feet away in the gutter. Knock a cup of boiling hot coffee off the table? Somehow lands upright on the ground without spilling a drop. Person bullying you relentlessly? Abruptly looses their voice or trips over their own feet. There’s lots of other weird little things that happen, that just make your life brighter and easier, but there is one strange thing that you’ve never really told anyone. Every time one of these things happen, you catch the faint scent of burning. Sometimes you catch the scent at other times, but you always smell that scent when some weird, lucky or happy little incident happens. 

Lately, you’ve been finding large beautiful feathers around the place, each singed, and carrying that familiar burnt smell.

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THIS!!! THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE BABES!!!!

OTP prompt #11

Person A is an angel who has just been cast out of heaven and flung down to earth. Person B finds them unconscious in a field, lying in a great crater of dirt caused by the impact from their fall. Noticing the severity of their injuries, B ultimately decides to take A back to their home and nurse them back to health. Over the course of nearly a week of B bringing food and medicine to the bed-ridden A, the two start getting close and A decides to become B’s guardian to repay them for their actions.

But just as A is well enough to get on their feet and test out their newly healed wings, B’s house is attacked and razed to the ground. It’s only then that B admits that they are the heir to a large criminal organisation, one that recently has been losing its power but keeping its enemies. If A really wants to protect them then they’re going to have their work cut out for them.

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OTP prompt #15

Person A and B are both in a car, tearing down the road in an attempt to get away from the people trying to catch them. Their pursuers are firing at them, and while A steers, B fires back with their gun through the shattered back window. One of B’s bullets seems to hit its mark, as the enemy vehicle quickly slows to a halt and the two hurtle onwards. But before they can let out a shaky breath of relief some animal runs into their path, and the car crashes into a tree. B’s eyes open to the car in a crumpled wreck. A is pinned in place by the twisted metal that has their leg crushed. Although they try their hardest, B can’t do anything to get A out without causing them great pain. An approaching rumble tells them that the people after them will be upon them in moments. A starts frantically begging for B to leave them and run while they still can as the headlights draw nearer.

Whether B continues to try and pry A free, adheres to A’s wishes or even stays and fights off every last enemy is up to you.

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“Do you even know how to fucking relax? Jesus, dude. If you get any more tense, I’m afraid your spine will fucking snap.”