#inspired by that

[keter-class-anomaly]

Lovebug randy anyone? Maybe if I keep working on this it has some story to it as well?

I’m so down bad, anyway-

Thoughts and prayers for my hands they only barely managed to draw these

Reblogs appreciated!!!

[ya-zz]

Ramattra Drabble

“Your usual?”

“My… usual?”

The omnic then proceeds to recite your drink order, ingredient by ingredient, size and temperature. Exactly the way you liked it.

He remembered. While yes he knew all the drinks and bakes, everything on the menu, he remembered your order specifically.

“Yes, my usual.”

When the airy laugh escapes you, his circuits warmed and he immediately went to prepare your order. He memorised your schedule too. You’d always be there in the morning and then roughly the same time in the evening.

“There you are.” He hands the cup over to you. “This one is on me.”

“Oh!” The gesture, while sweet, was surprising. “Thank you,” you glance at his name badge, “Ramattra.”

“My pleasure.” His tone was light, friendly. He tilts his head as if to mimic a smile. “Have a good day.”

You nod in response with a gentle smile. “You too!”

Ramattra watches you leave the building, already anticipating your return in the coming hours.

[lopposting]

geppetto died: I sleep

me remembering that old mans probably got an enormous inheritance somewhere: I wake

headcanon that P inherits tons of sweet krat koin from both gepetto and antonia ( forget the fact that G would never have given Pino anything and that society has collapsed and stuff)

he uses it to rebuild monad charity house in dedication to romeo and sophia :)

[toto-dreamer]

flowers will grow (in the saddest parts of you)

It really is quite pretty. 

The sky, that is. Despite it all. It’s blue today, with a hint of red, which makes purple. Doesn’t it? What does red and blue make again? You squint, because you don’t remember, especially since there’s a headache forming behind your eyes. It’s difficult to think. The pounding intensifies. Maybe you’re thinking too hard. Or maybe it’s because of the hand currently wrapped around your throat. 

Oh. Right. You swing, and the bat you’re holding collides with Quinn’s face in a spray of blood and bone. They don’t get back up. You don’t either. The sky is slowly infecting itself with strains of purple and ghostly wisps of clouds. If you squint, they almost resemble lavenders. You wonder if they match the bruises on your throat.

Something in your lungs shrivels at the thought. It’s alright. You don’t breathe much anymore these days anyway.

It came with the wind, as all things do. The end of the world, that is. Everyone choking on weeds that crowd their lungs and take control of their limbs to turn them into undead muppets. People thought it was the rapture, the world crashing to a close with an aromatic reaper as their herald. They weren’t that far off. At least that’s what Quinn always said. “Let’s be real, have you really felt alive since then?” So the world did end, only metaphorically, and if you could you would laugh and laugh at that. But the flowers would crowd your airways and you would choke and gag and wonder if you’re about to die for a few minutes. 

When you first met Quinn, when their mind was still sharp and fingers soft, they would push up their glasses and talk about increased levels of oxytocin and flower symbolism and the human condition. You never really listened, but now you wish you did. Quinn’s been too busy recently spitting out flowers to say anything about science and love.

Today, there’s a crater in Quinn’s head. A meteor crashed into it and everything died. Boom. Like the dinosaurs. Except that’s not how it happened, was it, there was large-scale climate change and… and… 

You don’t really remember. A headache pounds behind your eyes. You decide you should stop thinking.

Quinn still isn’t closing their eyes so you close them for them. They were staring at you oddly. Something about them makes you want to run so you do. You can’t really run anymore with the vines around your ankles but you limp onwards, wheezing air and black bile around the leaves in your mouth. Something about Quinn makes you feel ill. Something about yourself makes you want to retch. Perhaps if you run fast enough, you’ll run right out of your skin and fall through the earth into somewhere better. Somewhere not here.

You retch up willow leaves two blocks over. Disappointment is a blood clot in your throat. Flowers are peaking between the pores of your skin. Maybe you thought they would go away once Quinn is gone. It’s getting worse instead. You can’t feel your left arm anymore. Would you look at that? There’s vines between the joints. Whether you like it or not, it’s all coming to an end soon.

This really isn’t that bad of a place to die. Sunset. Quiet streets. The screams of the damned in the distance. You can’t be picky in the apocalypse. It’ll be better if Quinn is here with you. What happened to them? Your head feels fuzzy and your limbs feel weighted with the flowers that wind around your bones. How long has it been since you got sick? How bad has it gotten? 

You meander your way over to a hill. Though it would be more accurate to call it a bump than a hill. If you lay down on the grass with your head on said bump you can get a perfect view of both the sky and the street, dusted with a layer of golden sunlight. It’s beautiful. Something in your chest hurts. You’re going to die, a far-off feeling says, unless you stop thinking like this. Except you like the way it feels, an ache but in a pleasant way, like your muscles after a workout. No pain without gain. That’s what Quinn always said. 

It’s strange, isn’t it? The last of your attachments are gone. The flowers should be gone too. Or at least going. You yank at some of the flowers growing out of your nails but it hurts, so you stop. What could you possibly be loving that’s still killing you? 

Thinking makes your head hurt. You wriggle on the grass, like a worm, trying to get comfortable. It’s practice for the rest of your existence. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You ask Quinn, but they’re not here to answer. Should you get your affairs in order? What affairs would those be? Dying without any regrets… that’s a thing most people aspire towards, isn’t it? You’ve done pretty well, all things considered.

Except there’s still something grey and unpleasant in your throat as you watch the sun crawl towards the horizon. Goodbye, it says, a beam of sunlight stretching up in a wave. That thing in your chest hurts more. Hurts enough that you want to wail and shout and do other emotional things you haven’t thought of doing in a while. Your fingers curl into the green grass and pull. Dirt soaked with blood swallows your arms. Blue petals clog up your throat. White ones cloud your vision. You pry them open. If this is it, you want the last thing you see to be the sky. This world. 

Oh. Is that it? There’s a tickle in your throat. Is that laughter or flowers? You want to cry, but the petals soak in your tears like raindrops on fertile soil. 

As you sink into the earth, you think you hear it laughing. 

[hydrattan]

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

[ur-daily-inspiration]

Unique coat colors on cats 🖤

[sadclowncentral]

the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him

[gulistan-blog]

㋡🥀

colors of the sky.

[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

[hayatheauthor]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

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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[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

[bebx]

[caats]

A Family portrait during the Spanish Flu, 1918 ♡

[aestheteasteria]

seeking, yearning, reaching hands