#THIS IS NOT A PROMPT

[scarletsaphire]

Our Death is The Start (Til Death Do Us Part)

It’s rare for two people with similar enough souls to die at the same time. Its even rarer for these two people to come back as ghosts. When that happens, during the fragile time between the living, the dead, and the undead, these souls are bound. Their boundaries would blur, and the two souls, not yet ghosts, would merge into one being with two bodies. They would share thoughts and feelings, and the driving force behind their actions, their Obsession, would be the same. It was rare for this to happen, but not impossible.

Its rarer still for one of these bonded souls to move on, or go somewhere that the other would not, could not follow. The souls were connected in a way that no living being could comprehend. When one decided to move on, to join the brethren sleeping peacefully beneath the earth, the other would follow soon after. The bonded souls were nearly impossible to split, with one always clinging onto the other, no matter what realm they ended up in. But nearly impossible was not impossible.

The rarest was when two souls, similar enough to bond, died at the same time, entering the area between life and death and undeath. Rare for them to bond, and then for one to end up straddling that between so firmly that neither side claimed him, alive and dead at the same time. The other could not follow as quickly. The other could not steady himself so firmly on the edge of life and death. But nothing would stop him from clawing his way towards the balance, towards their bounded one. This was rare, entirely unheard of. After all, it only ever happened once

[chaotic-orphan]

The Stranger

EEEEEK!!! I love this one so much. The stranger is my favourite OC so far so I hope you enjoy! Expect more soon —- maybe.

This is not a prompt

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Vigilante was there when the mayor’s son stepped out into a line of traffic, dragging him to safety while risking his life. The mayor called the cops not two seconds after, and once Vigilante made sure the kid was safe they were gone.

This was a usual occurrence. Save the civilians of the city from imminent danger or death, have them recognise you as vigilante, and then have the cops descend upon you until you run as fast as you can on your noble feet.

What wasn’t a usual occurrence was the increase in people suddenly have suicidal tendencies and the fog the vigilante witnessed clear from their bloodshot eyes had gotten to vigilante. It was time the heroes knew about this, vigilante couldn’t do it alone anymore.

There was no thanks in the city. Not for unlicensed heroes. Not for vigilantes, as they have been named in the papers.

That’s why Vigilante was on the roof tonight, overlooking the city that was bright witj artificial light, a slight breeze rustling through their hair. They leaned against the raised concrete waiting for hero, arms folded, expression hard, a regular rendezvous that Vigilante hadn’t been making for the last couple weeks, by no fault of hero. They hoped Hero wouldn’t mention it, or bring it up at all. Or try and convince Vigilante to join the heroes again.

Their sigh got lost on the breeze that carried it off and away, carrying all their troubles away so easily. If only everything was that simple.

Footsteps on the roof. Vigilante kept looking forward. Out of their periphery they expected to see a familiar face. What they instead saw was a tall imposing figure sidle up beside them.

Vigilante jerked forward, spinning to face the stranger.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vigilante asked.

The stranger cracked a half smile, reaching into their pocket. Vigilante immediately went on guard, but the stranger let out a soft chuckle as they pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Relax,” the stranger drawled. Popping open the box and taking a cigarette in their teeth before pocketing the pack again. The stranger waved their hand again, waving away Vigilante’s worries.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the stranger continued, flicking open a zippo lighter and lighting their cigarette with sure hands.

Vigilante looked the stranger up and down. They were dressed well, a dress shirt and warm looking grey duffle coat. Their hair was immaculate, their eyes cool and full of amusement as they watched vigilante observe them.

“Why are you here?” Vigilante asked, voice laced with suspicion.

“You’ve been a very naughty little hero wannabe, vigilante. Got on my radar. Not a good radar to get on, but a very prestigious one so I do admire you for it.”

“For what?” Vigilante snapped, already tired with the strangers pretension.

The strangers eyes flashed dangerous. Crossing their long legs as they drew a languid hand up to their mouth and took a drag, their eyes dancing with a savage glee the more impatient Vigilante got.

“Your meddling,” the stranger answered simply, exhaling a lungful of smoke into the night air.

“Listen, I’m getting tired of your shit, and I’m meeting someone so-“

“Oh,” the stranger laughed, slapping a hand to their forehead. “Oh I almost forgot, of course. You’re meeting dear Hero aren’t you? Hero! You can come out now!”

Vigilante’s heart felt like it just got a dagger plunged into it. Was this superhero? Did they find out about hero and vigilante’s meetings? That’s why the stranger was so smug.

All that melted away when they saw hero step onto the roof. They were definitely hero. There was no doubt. But it didn’t feel like hero. Vigilante glanced at the stranger who smiled, and then looked at hero.

“Hero?” Vigilante asked, as hero went to stand beside the stranger. Vigilante took a step forward and the stranger stood, leaning to whisper something in hero’s ear.

Hero stared at vigilante the entire time, and vigilante cursed to themself before approaching the pair.

“Hero what the-“

The stranger got in Vigilante’s way and Vigilante threw a good solid fist to the stranger’s cheek. The stranger caught vigilante’s fist and vigilante’s attention was suddenly on them instead of hero.

“That’s not very nice, vigilante. How on earth do you make friends with this attitude?” The stranger tsked, throwing vigilante’s fist back with such force vigilante had to step back.

“This whole mystery act is getting pretty tiring. Who are you? Why are you here? How do you know me?”

“I know you,” the stranger began, dropping their cigarette and crushing it under foot their eyes turning dark, as they continued advancing on vigilante. “Because you’re the little thorn in my side that keeps fucking up my carefully thought out projects.”

For every step forward the stranger took, vigilante took one back.

“What projects?” Vigilante spat, “What did say to hero?”

“I’d worry more about yourself vigilante.”

“Thought you said you weren’t going to hurt me.”

“That was before you threw the first punch.”

Vigilante feigned left then dodged to the right around the stranger going to hero who was approaching the edge of the roof.

“Hero!” Vigilante yelled, before getting dragged back by their collar. Vigilante turned in the stranger’s grip, grabbing their wrist for leverage as they planted both their feet on the stranger’s chest running up it and planting a kick on the stranger’s chin.

The stranger released them and vigilante used the momentum to flip feet over head and turn back to hero.

“Vigilante?” The stranger said and against their better judgement the vigilante turned. When they met the stranger’s eyes it was as if they had vertigo. The entire roof turned dizzying melting into sky with the black spots clouding their vision. “Stay.”

The vigilante didn’t want to listen, they didn’t. But that voice… that command was the only thing stopping the world from spinning so vigilante froze in place and when their brain caught up with them they found they couldn’t move a muscle.

“Wh- what the fuck?” Vigilante cried, eyes focused on the stranger who was holding their jaw with their hand. The stranger’s eyes met vigilante’s frightened ones and they grinned.

“You are one piece of work,” the stranger said, voice cheerful despite everything while Vigilante’s mind was at war with itself, trying to urge their foot to just move!

But it didn’t.

They stood rooted to the roof. Watching as the stranger came towards them, fixing their coat as they bent low to look vigilante in the eye.

“Strange, isn’t it? The feeling of not having control over your own body. Your own actions,” the stranger said, voice airy and contemplative. The stranger looked at something behind Vigilante and stood straight. “That’s far enough, hero.”

“If you hurt them-“

The stranger’s gaze cut into Vigilante, all snide and smug and mocking. They cocked a brow, “You’ll what? What could you do right now? Stare at me?”

The stranger reached out to grab Vigilante’s chin, even though vigilante felt themself move back. The instinct was there. But their body wouldn’t obey them.

The stranger’s fingers were cold and took Vigilante’s chin in a bruising grip, lifting their face enough to put strain on their neck. “Hmph. Still defiant.”

“You’re behind all the brainwashing cases,” said Vigilante. The stranger’s eyes shined with interest, and a sardonic kind of knowing. “The influx of suicide.”

“How can I be responsible for suicide, Vigilante?” The stranger asked, tilting their head. “The word implies the act of killing oneself. Singular.”

“Yeah. Singular. Because you’re the only one doing it.”

The stranger smiled again. “I like you, Vigilante. I didn’t expect to. But you’re very entertaining. Come, look at hero for me.”

That infectious voice penetrated vigilante’s ears like a missile, echoing and ringing and bouncing off the corners of their skull until their feet turned to face Hero, still standing on the edge of the roof. Feet half off the edge. Zombified.

Vigilante’s heart lurched at seeing them like that. So unlike the hero they knew. Hero was good. They shouldn’t be here. It was all vigilante’s fault. They should be the one at the edge not their hero and they couldn’t even lift a finger to stop the stranger.

The stranger threw a casual arm around Vigilante’s shoulders and sighed.

“You know,” the stranger began. “I did intend on just making you watch Hero die and then kill you after, but… with our chat I changed my mind. Hero. Come over here.”

Hero obeyed. Silent. And the closer they got to vigilante the more vigilante could see hero’s eyes. Bloodshot and foggy. Not in control.

“Forget everything, sweet hero. Forget your meeting with vigilante-“

“Hey! No!” Vigilante protested, but the stranger clamped a hand over Vigilante’s mouth, turning their head to look vigilante in the eye.

“Silence.”

They didn’t remove the hand from Vigilante’s mouth, but turned to face Hero again.

“Sorry about that hero. You will forget your meeting with vigilante. Meeting me. The roof. Everything that happened after you left your house tonight. You don’t need to worry about vigilante.”

Vigilante’s heart hammered against their throat, unable to move or resist in anyway. The bastard had even taken their voice! Now hero was going to forget they were ever here.

Vigilante wanted nothing more than to rip the bastard’s hand off them and scream at the top of their lungs, but they couldn’t move. Not even an inch. They just had to stand here and watch.

“When you go home tonight it will be like you had a quiet night in. Now go, little hero. Before I change my mind. Get home safe.”

Hero was off the roof in a matter of seconds.

The stranger turned to Vigilante then, eyes wide like a cats watching a laser.

“You, Vigilante. I’m taking home with me.”

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Continued here

[scavengerssuccotash]

I still think about them…

Someone slap my hand away from the Other WIP plate so Sightline can be finished before I fucking die!

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[out-of-jams]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

[write-on-world]

[writing-prompt-s]

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

[prompt-heaven]

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

[aromantic-diaries]

"why is EVERY song about love" I'm begging you to dig just a tiny bit deeper, there's literally thousands of songs that aren't love songs. You don't even have to look for the most obscure underground artists ever, the fucking Beatles of all people have a song about a guy who kills people with a hammer

[rafterdarkr]

why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[hayatheauthor]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

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[weaselthing]

when they got "character who made an undeniably terrible decision but man i dont know what i would have done either" at the function

CHARACTERS THIS POST WAS ABOUT

GO HERE NOW.

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man