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wip - the gamblers

lucas collins -

lucas has a problem with being confronted. and it’s not like he has a problem with the act of confrontment. it’s the fact that it was first a man in a nice suit along with a strange girl offering him a job. and then it was finding out his sister isn’t as well off as he thinks she is.

on top of everything, lucas is struggling to maintain his dead brother’s reputation and winning streak in the underground fighting system known as the ring.

lucas is juggling demons from his late brother’s past, his younger sister’s addiction, and a seductive girl trying to solve her mother’s murder.

lucas is gambling, and it’s not money and slot machines.

it’s his life.

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wip - the gamblers

corinna collins -

with two constantly plaguing worries, corinna collins is struggling and for once in her life, she is unsure of what to do without hurting the people in her life she cares for the most. firstly, her sister’s troubling addiction is seeming to get worst. but mainly, she may like girls.

corinna is trying to finish off high school successfully with her twin sister. but when her sister’s minor addiction is blown out of proportion, corinna confides in their older brother, lucas, for help. with mixed emotions, this seems to cause a withdrawal and cold shoulder from her best friend and sister, kourtni.

and to make matters worse, corinna hooks up with a random girl. and she liked it.

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wip - the gamblers

kourtni collins -

at this point, kourtni collins wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to continue living. she wasn’t sure whether or not to stop smoking. and she definitely wasn’t sure whether or not to stop seeing her older brother’s best friend.

her sister doesn’t approve of her unwise decisions, but knowing her soft personality, it wasn’t likely she would put a stop to them. other than her twin sister, corinna; her off-and-on fling with her brother’s best friend, aka her drug dealer; and her small cat, kourtni feels alone in this large world.

and when you’re lonely in this world, there isn’t much else to live for.

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a poets excerpt 6-

and as quickly as they came, they left with the wind.

the unspoken truths of bitter words they swallow.

the screaming skies and thundering voices bellowing out.

the salty falls of tears pooling in their eyes.

the hearts being torn apart and stitched back together with sweet lies.

the fingers clawing at the edge of cliffs before they decide to let go into the oblivion.

the irreparable damages they’ve suffered sugarcoated with soft kisses and silky reassurances.

the ghosts that turned into shadows no matter how hard they tried.

and though they left with the wind, they can never rid the feeling of goosebumps that once racked their skin.

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what up. i’m jared. i’m 19 and i never fucking learned how to read.

but on a real note. hi you can call me abbi. i post a variety of, i suppose you could say, stuff; moodboard aesthetics, poetry, random writing excerpts, etc.

i am trying so hard to be active and i’m totally interested in making friends so like yeah :)

i’m looking for writeblrs!

hi!! i’m percy, and i’m looking for writeblrs who:

want to be tagged in tag games!! (please!! i’m running out of people to tag)

post about original writing, aesthetics, wip intros, etc etc 

reblog others’ writing

post about writing memes / writing positivity

i’m not super picky though, i just want new writeblrs to follow!! even if you don’t fit the points above, reblog this and there’s still a high chance i will check you out.

i also want to get into some new wips! i love fantasy, sci-fi, superheroes, found family, enemies to lovers… well, again, i’m not picky. reblog this and tell me all about your wips!!

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excerpt 7-

the angels, they cried. the angels have fallen.

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closed doors

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The moon shone through the curtains, highlighting the unruly bedroom floor. Textbooks littered the ground, crumpled pieces of paper had that missed the trash, wrappers from food he hadn’t touched in weeks. It was as if a tornado had tumbled through and left nothing but a wreck in its wake.

The boy sat close to the edge of his bed, his hands tugging his hair, and his feet planted firmly on the ground. He knew that if he tried to stand, his feet would give way and he’d come crashing to the floor. He glanced up through the darkness.

The door sneered at him, urging him to turn the handle. But the boy would not open that door, for he was a coward and he knew it.

Maybe he could get the door open, but then what? How was he supposed to walk through and say it to their faces? How was he supposed to say that he lays awake at night wondering if he’ll ever be good enough?

How could he explain to them that his mind was a broken carousel, relentlessly spinning thoughts round and round to no end.

What words could he use to form the feeling of sadness that resided in his heart, leaving his head in tatters. What way could he tell them that he wanted to be alone, but that he didn’t want to be lonely.

How could he tell his parents that he just wanted the pain to stop.

He could remember reading that depression came through like the wind, invisible to the eye. He didn’t understand it at first, but now he did. Depression was undetectable to himself, but even more so from others. It was even easier to conceal it from the people around him.

It was easy to slip lies sugar coated with reassurance off his tongue. It was effortless to just say he was fine. But he was not fine. He hadn’t felt anything close to fine in what felt like forever. He wasn’t sure when he started feeling like this. He wasn’t even certain the last time he actually felt happy.

Maybe if they knew how he felt, they’d understand. They’d understand why he stayed locked in his room for hours, why he seemed to hardly eat, why his friends never came over anymore, why everything to him was just uninteresting. Maybe they could understand why he felt like that.

Maybe they could understand that he was trying his best.

If only he could open the doors.

The boy took a deep breath. He relaxed his hands and pushed his body forwards with all the energy left in him. He took a wobbling step forward. Each shaky step brought him closer and when he looked up, it was only the door that faced him.

The boy outstretched a trembling hand towards the door, grasping the cold metal handle. He stood, staring at the door. It seemed to tower over him. It seemed to read every racing thought in his mind. All of his insecurities and doubts. All of his hopes that died out but still seemed to linger in the shadows. It left his body paralyzed.

He tried to offer himself words of encouragement, but with each positive thought, came a more pessimistic reverie. It was just a constant cycle of ruination that he couldn’t stop.

The boy dropped his hand.

The closed door was like an obstacle he couldn’t get over. It left him hopeless.

As the boy turned to sit back down, his lips quivered and tears started falling. It was like drowning. His lungs choked on the cold, salty water of bitter unspoken words that pooled his mind. He tried reaching for the surface, but it was so far away, and yet it was so close. His body shivered, longing for heat. When he was young, he thought that the only thing that could keep him warm were his mother’s arms. Now they left him more numb than his bed.

The night left him empty. His bed left him cold. His heart left him a coward, for he could not open closed doors.

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i won my school writing contest with this.

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a poets excerpt 5-

when the sky turned its back on the moon, the world became dark. and when the moon turned its back on the world, the only thing left was the burning rays of the sun.

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a poets except 4-

and god

it was his smile that made me fall in love

and god

it was his smile that broke my heart

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excerpt 6-

“My tent,” his voice was venomous, even colder than the winter air around us, “Now,” he turned and stormed into the small tent, his black cape swallowing him up as he went.

My heart raced as I approached. I knew I had messed up badly. But still. I did what had to be done. And I don’t regret it.

I pushed aside the flap. The inside was large, or at least large compared to the hundreds of small tents outside. I could see a cot set up in the corner with a thin folded blanket and flat pillow on top. He had multiple swords set on a table and what looked like various other weapons that would surely hurt. There was a desk with papers strewn all over it in the middle. And behind the desk, facing away, was him.

I could tell from here that his body was tense. I stood and waited, watching the way the wind moved his cape, but he still hadn’t turned around.

“Sir,” I started, “Look I—,” His body snapped around and he scowled.

“What were you thinking,” he sneered,” Going out there like that?”

“I did what I had to,” I threw my arms up.

“I gave you orders and you blatantly disobeyed them!”

“You gave orders that would’ve killed hundreds of men and women on the battlefield!” I took a deep breath, “If you would’ve given an adequate order, then I wouldn’t of done that!”

His eyes carved right into mine. We stared at each other, neither of us wanting to break first. I had a point to prove. If he wasn’t being such an ass, we wouldn’t be having problems.

“What is a battle without death?” He spoke, his gaze even more intense. He walked around his desk in slow, calculated steps. “What is a war without sacrifice?” He was standing in front of me.

“It, it’s,” I paused, “It’s nothing.” My eyes searched his, my eyebrows furrowing. “But what is a war without an army?” I let the words sink in, “Your orders sent Death to countless of soldiers who didn’t need to die. If we want to win this, we need them.”

“What if your plan went wrong, huh? What if you failed! If I hadn’t been there, you would’ve died. You and so many other men and women would’ve died!”

“But I succeeded didn’t I? I did what I had to do!” My eyes softened, shooting to the ground, “Why can’t you just be proud that I didn’t die? That I’m still standing here?”

In a few steps he closed all but a small amount of space between us. I felt his hands capture the sides of my face. They were cold and rough, calloused from years of gripping a sword for his life. But he was gentle. I met his eyes, the dark brown barely visible from the pupil. I stared at him as we stood there. His cheeks were flushed, as mine probably were as well, from the wind biting at his face.

“That’s the thing,” he murmured, “I’m so fucking glad you’re alive.”

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One Word Prompt List

I couldn’t find any good ones to reblog, so I made my own!

Send some in for Marvel! (P.s. I have no inspiration for the ones in my ask box at the moment, so here we are.)

~100 One Word Prompts~

Whisper

Opaque

Efflorescence

Ethreal

Weak

Wound

Blood

Sweat

Tears

Gossamer

Harbinger

Bittersweet

Lie

Pugnant

Embellished

Inebriated

Handcuffs

Hoarse

Chershire

Carnal

Jealous

Desperate

Taste

Panic

Ghostly

Swollen

Torn

Lips

Fingertips

Dance

Empty

Unabashed

Callous

Stars

Sunrays

Petulant

Brush

Secret

Sacrifice

Stained

Blossom

Jump

Needle

Dagger

Staunch

Bloodflow

Colorful

Murky

Despondency

Nightmare

Sober

Ablaze

Tiptoe

Baby

Precious

Treasure

Hinder

Rush

Breathless

Unruly

Horizon

Monsoon

Blanket

Pray

Heavenward

Closer

Simplicity

Minuscule

Sting

Messy

Fly

Wings

Cerulean

Alleyway

Sign

Lose

Dove

Arch

Storm

Villainous

Rendezvous

Chance

Leisurely

Turmoil

Collision

Burden

Terminate

Espionage

Snapdragon

Monitor

Illegal

Defibrillator

Borrowed

Pleasure

Stuck

Puppy

Universal

Elsewhere

Memories

Champion

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OTP Ptompts

Holding out their arm in front of s/o’s view to prevent them being shot.

Suddenly pulling them in for a dance.

Watching them sleep in the early morning. 

Trying to talk them out of jumping off a building. 

Pleading for s/o to keep walking toward them in the midst of destruction, hand outstretched and desperate. 

Being forced to watch s/o torture themselves, being tied/chained up and useless. 

Holding their hair back as they vomit into the toilet. 

Having a strange feeling that they’re protectively following s/o home from work.

Taking them to a pet store and falling in love with them as they gush over the millions of puppies. 

Giving them something valuable. 

Singing together/catching them singing softly to themselves as they cook/do the dishes. 

Video calling them because they miss them. 

Getting high/drunk together. 

Showing up at a club after they’ve called them, drunkenly needing their presence and then taking them home. 

Breaking up in the middle of the pouring rain/watching them through the rear-view mirror as they drive away. 

Bouncing on a trampoline when they should be adulting/going to work.

Helping them with their homework, then proceeding to distract them. 

Confessing their deepest secrets while they’re drugged up on laughing gas/sedatives. 

Walking to their home through a storm. 

Taking them a bath after a long day/mission gone awry. 

Bandaging them up, scolding them for getting themselves hurt. 

Willingly becoming the bait in a mission to save them. 

Going on a mission together, partnering up as husband and wife. 

Fighting side by side, arms raised, guns up in the middle of a battle. 

Calling them during a panic attack, having them rush over to sooth them.

Distancing themselves in order to keep them safe. 

Losing their memory only to have it come back after a much awaited true love’s kiss. 

Watching over them while they’re in a coma, never leaving their side, never sleeping because they want to be there when they wake up. 

Being in denial about them actually being in love with them. 

Saving them before they drown. 

Falling in love at a masquerade ball, faces hidden behind masks. 

Not being able to get them out of their head and confessing in the most dorkish way possible. I.e. tripping over their two feet, stumbling over their words, etc. 

Jumping out of a plane, panicking because s/o doesn’t have a parachute on. 

Having to erase s/o’s memory of them so they can remain safe. 

Being pulled away from their limp body, kicking and screaming. 

Defending them when everyone seems to disagree with them. 

Pillow fight/bubble fight/food fight.

Holding smol back from tearing their claws into someone. 

Having their baby, being completely over-protective of them. 

Pride parade/parades in general. 

Stealing their clothes, wearing them just to tease them. 

Matching clothes. 

Taking s/o to meet parents. 

Coming to their aid after a nightmare. 

Dropping everything to save them, dignity and all. 

Choosing someone else over them. 

Training with them/sparring with them. 

Teaching them how to hone their uncontrollable powers. 

Movie date, being slick and wrapping an arm over them during the middle of the movie. 

Dropping them off at their house after date and kissing them goodnight. 

Dancing/pumping their fist in the air in excitement because they finally kissed them. 

Taking them to see a waterfall. 

Teaching them how to disassemble a gun/teaching them how to shoot a gun. 

Waiting outside their door all night because they had a fight. 

Messy kisses; nose bumping, awkward, slow and innocent. 

Painting them/drawing them while they sleep/pose for them. 

Seeing them years later after a break up. 

Linked, arm in arm, stopping to sing with a street singer. 

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More Prompts Y’all

“You think you love me, but you don’t. You don’t know the first thing about love!”

“Can’t you see? This is me!”

“I won’t let them break me.” 

“It all led me here - back to you.”

“You’re here. Y-You’re actually here.”

“I will not be blinded by your ignorance.”

“I will come back home even if I have to crawl.” 

“We are doing this my way from now on.” 

“Do you think it’s easy for me? Easy to just stand here alone and watch you with her, because it’s not!”

“I swear I’ll never do it again.”

“I let you down… I’m sorry. Just please don’t leave me.” 

“Don’t tell me you can’t forgive me!”

“I still feel like we’re gonna pass by each other on the street… I keep searching for your face.” 

“We all crave something, so what do you crave, ___?”

“I just wanna dance! With somebody - anybody!”

“I am so into you.” 

“You rock.” 

“I wonder what our children would look like.” 

“I’ve been waiting for you.” 

“I have felt nothing but admiration for you since the day you first said my name. It sounded so sweet coming from your lips.” 

“I knew. I knew since the day you dumped your spaghetti on me.” 

“Is that my journal?” 

“Don’t be scared, just close your eyes and follow the sound of my voice.” 

“It’s you - it’s always been you.” 

“This isn’t about me!” 

“Don’t give me up.” 

“That’s unfair! Everything about that is unfair - how dare you?!”

“What about me? What happens to me when you leave, huh?!”

“There’s no way to describe how you make me feel…”

“I can still hear the screams… they’re so loud.” 

“I can’t. I just can’t, okay? So, don’t make me.”

“You have nothing to worry about. He’s devoted to you and only you. There isn’t even a thought of betraying you in that pathetic head of his.” 

“I feel alive with you.” 

“What a pathetic excuse of a human, you disgust me.” 

“This is it - this is what I’ve been waiting for, so why am I so scared?” 

“I’m holding on for dear life, but, ___, I’m slipping.”

“Don’t let me fall or so help me-”

“I like you, jackass. It’s that simple. Get over it.” 

“Come over here so I can even out the other side of your face, you fucker! I dare you!” 

“Calm down there little rascal.”

“Touch me again and I’ll shove this plunger so far up your ass, you’ll smell like crap.” 

“It feels like I’m drowning without you here with me. Please come back.”

“I did my part, this is a two-way street!”

“I am reaching out for you, can’t you see me?”

“I can’t… swim.”

“That was completely reckless!” 

“I just saved your life!” 

“I built up these walls for a reason.” 

“Oh, darling, I can practically see your halo.”

“Fuck, I am so in love with you. I don’t think you understand just how much.” 

Feel free to use these! Dedication/credit isn’t needed, but it would be cool to tag me if you do!

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and though the sky thundered and the waves crashed

she was a raging storm