#prompt things

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

Ooh how about 19 please? 😍

Absolutely! Also this made me check under my bed for cameras or you because I had in fact not eaten today because I am ill and hadn't psyched myself up to go make it, but I have since rectified that fact dfklgjdflkgjfd

ANYWAY, on with the prompt!

prompt list here!

19. “Have you eaten anything?”

It had been a long and hard week in Seattle for Beca. The call had come in the middle of the night, leaving her to scramble out of bed and hastily cram some clothes into a bag before heading to the airport.

Her mom was in an accident. It looked bad, really bad. Her aunt had told her that she had to get here just in case. So she did, she put all her flight anxiety to oneside and sat in the metal death tube for five and a half hours, flagged down a cab, and went straight to the hospital.

She got there just in time to say goodbye to her mom, sat squeezing her hand tightly as the life support machine was turned off, sobbing into her shoulder as she lost her mom for good.

As her next of kin, Beca now had to figure out what to do with all her mom's stuff, organise the funeral, inform the members of her family what had happened. She emailed her professors to explain she needed a few weeks off and they were thankfully very understanding, the Bellas had offered to drop everything and come out to help her but she turned them down. This was her responsibility, her mom, she had to sort this whole mess out.

"Have you eaten anything?"

Beca sniffed softly as she shook her head. She had been sat on the front porch of her childhood home, staring vacantly out at the street, barely noticing the chilly wind that bit at her skin. She had grown up in Seattle after all, she was used to this kind of cold.

"No. I'm not hungry."

There was a soft sigh from above her before the porch creaked next to her, turning her head slightly to look at the woman now sat beside her. Chloe gave her a small, sad smile, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Beca's ear. It was limp and a little greasy, Beca having been far too busy and lost in her grief to even entertain the idea of a shower since she'd arrived in Seattle.

"You need to eat Becs. You've barely had anything since you got here."

"I know." Beca swallowed thickly, subtly shifting closer to Chloe so she could rest her head on her shoulder, "But everything makes my stomach turn."

"You want to try some soup?" Chloe offered, winding her arm around Beca's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Maybe." Beca nodded a little, "That could be nice."

They sat in silence for a few moments, Beca curling more into Chloe's embrace, slowly trying to get as close to her as possible. Chloe didn't mind, it was one of the reasons she had insisted on coming with Beca. She knew how difficult Beca found it to open to people, to be emotionally vulnerable with anyone, the only other person in the world that Beca would be this close too, figuratively or literally, was her mom.

"I don't want to go tomorrow." Beca's voice was thick as Chloe felt the side of her neck where her face was buried start to grow damp.

"I know baby..." Chloe sighed softly, rubbing small circles on Beca's back and kissing the crown of her head, "But you have to. You'd never forgive yourself if you missed the funeral."

"But if I go then it'll be real..." Beca whispered, "She'll really be gone Chlo, I... I don't want her to be gone, it's not fair."

"It's not." Chloe shook her head, feeling Beca start to shake as her gentle tears turn into sobs, "You're right, it's not fair that she's gone. I wish I could change it for you."

Beca didn't say anything for a while, simply sobbing in Chloe's embrace. Chloe stroked her hair, shushing her softly but letting her cry herself out. She hadn't cried since the hospital, and that had been five days ago. Beca was really good at bottling her emotions up until they exploded out at the wrong moment, and with a loss of this magnitude, if she crammed it all down it would destroy her. So Chloe would let her feel everything that she needed to, let her be angry or sad or irritated or tired, or even a combination of the above, and not take it to heart, because at the end of the day at least Beca was feeling something.

"I'm really glad you're here." Beca croaked as her sobs subsided, sitting up a little as she wiped at her face with her sleeve and resting her forehead against Chloe's, "I... I wouldn't be able to do this without you. Thank you for coming."

"Of course." Chloe smiled at her brushing her hair from her face again, "Even though you insisted on me staying at home?"

"Yeah." Beca managed a small grin in return, "I'm glad you didn't listen to me."

"C'mon." Chloe took Beca's hands in hers, gently encouraging her to her feet, "It's cold out here, your hands are turning red. Let's get you something to eat inside."

"Okay." Beca nodded, "Would you be mad if I said I wanted pizza and not soup?"

"No." Chloe grinned, arm around Beca's waist, "What made you want pizza instead?"

"Mom and I really like this place a few blocks away, they do these insanely good cheesy garlic knots." Beca shrugged a little, expression getting watery again, "I just... I thought it would nice to share that with you."

"That's really sweet Becs." Chloe beamed at her, "I'd like that."

"Cool." Beca swallowed thickly, eyes roaming over the familiar interior of the home she had grown up in, feeling that ache settle in her chest again, "I wish she got to meet you Chloe. She would've loved you."

"Me too." Chloe nodded sadly, "I never got to thank her for giving me you."

[wind-becomes-lightning]

Süßes oder Saures!! Fröhliches Halloween!

ok i tried to keep this short (and it got long anyway) but this is the first gray juvia meeting in my fantasy fairy tail au!

short info

gray is adopted by ur who is the queen of the ice kingdom and raised by her together with lyon and ultear (obviously) but then she dies and he leaves the kingdom

now lyon is king,a llied with the icy-mountain nymphs and has declared war on everyone

gray volunteered for the army and before this gets separated from his squad

more au stuff, jerza version

___

First thing that he heard was a drip, then another and one more. It took him a moment to realise he hadn’t seen any body of water since he had entered the enclave and the hair on his neck stood up with the next drip and the one following. Slowly, as if walking barely moving would change anything, Gray turned his head over his shoulder and his chin fell down at what he saw there. Droplet by droplet, as if she was a figure made of water, a woman was forming in front of him. Hair in long strands of blue falling over her back and front, sharp eyes directed at him. For a shock of a heartbeat he thought she was completely naked, but then a dress light as air laid itself over her curves. A nymph. There was no mistaken it. Ur had once told him not to mess with nymphs, that he should rather stay away from them. “They are more openly emotional than humans,” she had said, “They can be fiercely loyal if they like you and incredibly vengeful if they don’t.” She’d shake her head. “I would rather not any of you get caught up with them.” Well, too bloody late now, Gray thought and turned completely. She was beautiful, even while she was glaring at him as angrily as she did. “Why are you here, human prince?” she asked and her voice was a little higher than he expected it to be.  He shook himself: “I’m not the prince.” “Juvia knows the princes”, she said, inexplicably referring to herself in the third person. “You are the prince that ran away.”  Gray backed away, moving his arm backward to reach the icicles behind him. He had been trained in crafting from glaciers and ice blocks, could make spears and bows and swords, but there was no way he was going to win a fight against a nymph.  He needed a diversion.  “I don’t think you have the right person.” He grabbed a piece of ice with his right hand, trying to ignore how the nymphs' face darkened at his accusation. She hissed at him and, quicker than his eyes could see, launched at him. “Why did you run?” she said and he could feel his feet slip on the water she had pulled from the floor beneath him. “Why are you opposing the emperor if you are his brother?” Gray pulled the icicle between his hands and rubbed it with his palms, all the while trying not to get caught up in the tangles of water streams now flying his way. “We aren’t siblings”, he said, ignoring her other question. “Humans should not lie to Juvia,” the nymph dematerialised and appeared right in front of him again. “I wont show mercy to the prince just because he is the emperor's brother.” This time Gray was ready and had his sword punched into the ground before he was ripped off his feet again. He spun around and dodged two more streams. Back on his own feet he steadied himself and then shook his hair out. “That's good to hear,” he said with a grin. “I wouldn’t want you to do that anyway.”

[f1-disaster-bi]

How many submissions do you usually get when doing these promting things? I’m genuinely curious cuz i have to idea how to estimate that 😅

Honestly it varies depending on the lists and when I reblog.

Sometimes I get none and that might because it's a race weekend/public holiday.

Sometimes I get only a couple, and other times I can get a lot of asks. Sometimes they over lap, so I tie them together, and aometimes there might be one or two that I let it for a while if my brain doesn't immediately have words for it.

Currently my inbox is mostly prompts which is great! I think I have about 70?? Maybe a little over, that are mostly prompts!

I just haven't been able to answer a lot of them due to this flu/cold I have thats been giving me migraines 😭😭

I had hoped to answer a few yesterday for Lando's bday but I could barely look at the screen yesterday 😅

[ofutopia]

I have the best medical whump prompt but I'm too afraid to post it.

I'm usually okay with these things but well.

[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! :)

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Check out the rest of Quillology with Haya; a blog dedicated to writing and publishing tips for authors!

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[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[just-prompt-things]

best trope and you can fight me over it (i abuse this so hard with my ocs)

[wardensantoineandevka]

is that piece of media actually bad, or is it just not following the blueprint you projected onto it? is that work actually not good, or are you just demanding something from it that is absolutely antithetical to its themes, genre, tone, and narrative goal? is that story actually poorly written, or do you just dislike that it is not the specific things you wanted from it that it never set out to be, never was, and never is going to become? is it actually bad, or is it actually well-executed and you just dislike the story it chose to be because it isn't catering to your specific desires and expectations?

[darkcolinbridgerton]

// Ok prompts are closed for now while I focus on filling and writing the ones I got. I have seven and they are all pretty in depth so no one shots lol

also a big thank you to @mdilikewhoa for agreeing to fill one. If you haven't read their fics you really really should!

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

How about: “we’re stuck in this never ending loop, you keep coming back. just stop.” “stop what?” “coming back.”

Angst incoming!! Hurt my heart a little with this one I won't lie djlksdjlkgjd

broken trust prompts

Chloe unlocked the front door to the Bella House, a warm feeling in her chest. It had been months since she had last seen the Bellas, letting them think that this was the year that she had actually graduated, but she had instead tanked her Russian Lit exam again to compete with them for the third year in a row. They were her family, how could she just walk away and move on with her life? Besides, it meant that this way she could stay close to Beca, something about the short, smirking brunette pulled her in, intrigued her, made her want to stick around just a little longer. She was going to be so excited to see her.

In fact, this early before the start of the new school year, Beca would be the only one home. She stayed behind in Georgia over the summer break to work at the radio station (much to her father's chagrin) and had simply kept living in the Bella House while she did rather than having to have found a temporary apartment. Chloe was so excited to see her, to spend some quality time with just Beca before the Bellas joined them.

"Honey, I'm home!"

"Jesus!"

The living room was dark as Chloe stepped into it with a huge grin, Beca's startled voice coming from the direction of the couch. The lamp clicked on, revealing a dishevelled looking Beca hastily buttoning her shirt, a slightly annoyed look on her face as she unstradled the waist of the sophmore that she worked at the radio station with.

"Chloe? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sorry." Chloe giggled, wincing a little as she realised what she'd interrupted, "I didn't realise you'd have company!"

"Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting anyone to barge in on me two weeks before the start of term." Beca frowned, Chloe feeling the warm feeling start to dissapate as she realised there was no amusement in Beca's face or tone, simply irritance and a degree of anger, "I thought you'd actually graduated this time Chloe, why are you here?"

"I tanked my Russian Lit exam again..." Chloe shrugged, feeling a blush start to creep up her neck as something akin to shame washed through her, "I wanted to stay with you guys, keep competing with the Bellas, I... I just wanted to surprise you."

"Yeah well you certainly did that..." Beca scoffed.

"This feels like a private conversation..." The woman Beca had been making out with got off the couch, adjusting her skirt with a sheepish smile, "I'll text you later Bec."

She kissed Beca's cheek as she left, Chloe feeling something make her stomach twist as she did. She had no right to be jealous, it wasn't as if Beca was doing something wrong, they were nothing more than friends. At least, she thought they were anyway...

"Why are you mad at me?" Chloe asked as they heard the front door shut, feeling tears start to well in her eyes. This was not how she had expected the day to go at all.

"Maybe because you keep intentionally failing your exams to sing acapella?!" Beca raised her eyebrow, "Or you don't tell anyone that you're doing it again?! Or that I finally felt like I-"

Beca cut herself up with a shake of her head, lips pursed angrily, arms crossed over her chest.

"Why do you keep doing this Chloe?"

"Because you guys are my family." Chloe bit her lip, "And we have so much fun competing and spending time together, I didn't want to give that up."

"Oh my god..." Beca rolled her eyes heavily, "Grow up Chloe! Aubrey still sees us but she also has a life, you're the one clinging to your college years, it's just sad!"

"Becs..." Chloe pulled back a little from Beca, nostrils flared as a tear slipped down her cheek.

"You keep doing this, you keep coming back and acting like it's not that different, that it's not kind of pathetic that you're failing deliberately because you're too chicken shit to be an adult and have a life!"

Beca was shaking as her own angry tears burst forward, hands clenched into fists by her side. She hadn't meant to go off on Chloe, it wasn't that she hated her or anything, but seeing her after she thought she might finally get to move on had caused a level of pain and frustration that she didn't know it was possible to feel.

"We’re stuck in this never ending loop, you keep coming back! Just stop!"

"Stop what?" Chloe was exasperated as she yelled back, not understanding where all this anger had come from.

"Coming back."

Beca sagged a little as she saw how heavy her words had landed on Chloe, running her hands through her hair as she shook her head. She didn't want to upset Chloe, or be mad at her, or hurt her in anyway, but she'd had enough. Had enough of swallowing her feelings for best friend, had enough of Chloe's drunken flirting that she didn't remember in the morning (or at least pretended she didn't), had enough of the frat boys that Chloe trotted in front of her. She didn't want to hurt Chloe, but Chloe kept on hurting her.

"Chloe I..." Beca sighed heavily, "Do you even like me?"

"Of course I do." Chloe cried, "You're my best friend, I love you!"

"No..." Beca could feel herself getting frustrated again, "I mean do you like me. Do I occupy your thoughts all day, do I make you feel invicible and vulnerable all at the same time, do you love me?! Because I love you... I love you, and I've been trying not to for years because it fucking destroys me, and every time I think I get to move on, you come right back to taunt me all over again!"

"Becs..." Chloe looked horrified as she stepped towards her, but Beca took a step backwards from her, "I didn't... I never... I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know." Beca whispered, "I know you didn't, but you did and I... I can't keep doing this Chloe. It is killing me to just be around you and pretend that I'm not feeling all this intense stuff. I finally found someone that I can be somewhat normal with without feeling guilty about doing it right in front of you, and you show up again..."

"I'm sorry..." Chloe shook her head, "I really am Becs, I'll... I'll stay in a hotel until the semester starts, find an apartment, take my make up exam early-"

"Stop it..." Beca groaned, "Stop... stop shaping your life around other people Chloe. If you want to stay here, then stay. If you want to compete with the Bellas again this year, compete again. I'm not going to stop you."

"I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have..." Chloe's arms wrapped around her own waist, sniffing softly, "I really never meant to Becs."

"I know." Beca swallowed thickly, "But I can't help but notice you never answered my question, which is an answer in itself I guess."

"What question?"

"Do you love me?" Beca's jaw clenched, scanning Chloe for any kind of visible reaction, "Not as your friend but... do you?"

"I..." Chloe stammered, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the words, "I don't know."

"Then you don't." Beca swallowed thickly, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hands quickly, "Which is okay, you don't have to, you can't help it if you don't. And I don't want us to stop being friends Chlo, but... it's a little hard being around you one-on-one, and I think it's going to take some time for it to not be weird."

"Beca, you're my best friend..." Chloe sighed, wanting to hug Beca but knowing that this was absolutely not the time, "And I do love you like my best friend, I just don't think I'm in love with you... I'm sorry, I'm not gay, I wish I realised how much I'd been hurting you."

"It's okay." Beca shrugged, forcing a tight smile, "I um... I'm going to Holly's tonight so you can get settled, we can start Bella prep next week if you want?"

"You don't have to brush this under the rug Becs." Chloe frowned, shaking her head a little, "We can talk about this."

"No offense, but I really don't want to." Beca snorted a little, "Not tonight at least anyway. I just want to do a little underage drinking and makeout until I forget this whole conversation even happened."

"Okay." Chloe nodded, knowing better by now than to force Beca to have a conversation she wasn't ready to have, "But why don't you get Holly to come back, I can stay in a hotel until the other Bellas are back, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because of me."

"It's fine." Beca ran a hand through her hair again, grabbing her satchel and jacket that she had dumped by the sofa when she and Holly had come in, "This whole thing kind of killed the vibe in here anyway. I'll um... I'll text you tomorrow or something. The Bellas will be really happy you're here again Chloe, they love performing with you. God knows what kind of mess I'd make of the choreo if you weren't here."

Chloe didn't say anything else as she watched Beca leave, wanting to run after her but not knowing what she'd say. What was there to say after that? After she had broken Beca's heart without even realising she had, after she had accidentally led her on for almost three years at this point, after she had been so insensitive to her feelings. How had she mess things up so badly?

She sank onto the couch with her head in her hands, heart heavy, a sick feeling in her stomach. Beca hated her now, resented her coming back to Barden when all she wanted to do was move on with her life. She'd had a point, Chloe was afraid of moving on after Barden, afraid of not having the safety net of the Bellas to catch her, but... what if being hurt only Beca more?

What was she supposed to do now?

[wind-becomes-lightning]

if you’re up for it “are you okay? don’t lie” with kakashi ! :)

Sorry it took so loooonggg

You shouldn’t quite like missions with Kakashi-taichou as much as you do.

Being promoted to ANBU was a big deal, only an elite amount of people are allowed to be in this exclusive assassin squad that serves the Hokage directly, at least if you aren’t one of those oddballs that come from Root. So you should be paying more attention to what you are doing now that you are part of the squad, but you can’t help it.

Kakashi is a good leader, he is kind, precise and clear. He knows what he wants you to do and what he expects from you, but though he can be strict he never forgets his humanity. You don’t know the story behind his hurt, but you know it is there, behind he eye that he keeps hidden there is a history that you know burdens him and forces him to check up on his teammates as much as he does.

But you can’t help it. You can’t help the excitement that you get when he slows down next to you after a fight to touch your arm with his hand. How he looks over your wounds and worries, it shouldn’t make your heart flutter as much as it does, but it does. Kakashi is your superior, he is your captain and on top of it all, he is all you’ve ever wanted.

“Tell me if you are hurt”, he says and then looks at you this direct way only Kakashi does, “and don’t lie.”

You flinch, because you are used to lying about your whereabouts, this is how it was always in your time before you got promoted to this squad particularly. Kakashi-taichou is the first who cares and he cares for real. You want to throw your hands around him and pull him close, but you resist the urge. You also don’t feel compelled to lie to him.

“There is a cut on my leg,” you say and point,” It is not deep, but it burns a little.”

Kakashi’s eye falls down to where your finger is and he furrows a brow with worry: “Could be poison.”

“I’m sure it is not..” you say defensively, but he is already all over your leg, his soft finger massaging antidotes into your wound in combination with disinfectant. You hiss because it hurts, but you also can’t help but smile. Kakashi is so close to you, he is so worried for you, he is so kind to you, his touch is so soft. You should not like it, but you do.

His black eye moves up to meet yours: “Please don’t keep things like that hidden, I want my team to be save and healthy.” He looks at you a little longer than maybe necessary, which makes your cheeks suddenly feel hot. “Especially if its you.”

Your faces linger a little longer on each other, eyes locked on eyes and a lightning hits you quite suddenly and you think, maybe he likes running missions with you just as much as you like running them with him.

[mischievous-thunder]

What's not clicking, Logan? Wade's in love with you!

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally. (Here is me an year after writing this post, i think, either is amazing, depending on the context. the type of book you're writing, your writing style and preferences!)

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

(edit: once again, hi, it's me. Either is amazing depending on ur writing style. Everything at the end is about taste.)

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more:

gesture that gets me on my knees !!

(more to comeee, check out my hot or kisses prompts on my master list!)

[hayatheauthor]

10 Flaws to Give Your Perfect Characters to Make Them Human

If you're tired of the usual vices like arrogance or impatience, here are some unique (or at least less basic) character flaws to give your perfect characters: 

Pathological Altruism

A character so obsessed with helping others that they end up doing more harm than good. Their inability to let others grow or face consequences creates tension.

2. Moral Narcissism

A character who sees themselves as morally superior to others, constantly justifying selfish or harmful actions because they believe they have the moral high ground.

3. Chronic Self-Sabotage

A character who intentionally undermines their own success, perhaps due to deep-seated feelings of unworthiness, pushing them into frustrating, cyclical failures.

4. Emotional Numbness

Rather than feeling too much, this character feels too little. Their lack of emotional response to critical moments creates isolation and makes it difficult for them to connect with others.

5. Fixation on Legacy

This character is obsessed with how they’ll be remembered after death, often sacrificing present relationships and happiness for a future that’s uncertain.

6. Fear of Irrelevance

A character-driven by the fear that they no longer matter, constantly seeking validation or pursuing extreme measures to stay important in their social or professional circles.

7. Addiction to Novelty

Someone who needs constant newness in their life, whether it’s experiences, relationships, or goals. They may abandon projects, people, or causes once the excitement fades, leaving destruction in their wake.

8. Compulsive Truth-Telling

A character who refuses to lie, even in situations where a lie or omission would be the kinder or more pragmatic choice. This flaw causes unnecessary conflict and social alienation.

9. Over-Identification with Others' Pain

Instead of empathy, this character feels others' pain too intensely, to the point that they can’t function properly in their own life. They’re paralyzed by the suffering of others and fail to act effectively.

10. Reluctant Power

A character who fears their own strength, talent, or influence and is constantly trying to shrink themselves to avoid the responsibility or consequences of wielding it.

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Danny is gravely injured by the GIW, his voice box is severely damaged.

Making use of his own voice is impossible, but through some ghostly means Danny doesn’t quite understand, he can mimic others voices he hears just fine.

It’s a ghostly ability he found out he had a few years ago, with just a sentence or two heard he can do a flawless impression of that person. Now it’s not so flawless. The mimicked voice warps and fluctuates pitch, it’s crackly and he has a hard time not switching between multiple voices with every sentence he speaks.

His voice is reduced to an uncanny frankenstined attempt at speech that activates the average persons fight or flight response.

It’s no surprise that Superman is startled when he calls out for survivors while freeing the ghostly captives and a “not a deer” version of his own voice responds back.