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[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Angst Prompts/Dialogue that hurt

(Not all of these are my quotes. I found some of them over various platforms and just wanted to make a collection for writers to use, so if anyone knows where they are from please comment them so I can credit them) 

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“I don’t think I could love anyone the way I loved you.” 

“And they smiled, maybe not at me but, after all this time they still smiled, so I’ll smile too.” 

“We tried so hard to not be torn apart. But, at the end of it all, we both wanted something different. I wanted you and you…You didn’t want them to know.” 

“It’s not like you ever understood me anyway.” 

“They were like the two sides of a coin. Forged together but never facing the same direction.” 

“I’m tired of being broken.” 

“Where did we go wrong?” 

“You’ve never loved me, have you? It’s always been them.” 

“I love you (Character name), I always will but I just don’t think we were meant to be.” 

“Maybe in another lifetime we’ll get our happy ending.” 

“You were the reason I stayed. It’s just a shame I wasn’t yours.” 

“I wonder how it’s possible to hurt so much when there’s nothing wrong.” 

“Take care of them for me, please?” 

“I love you-” “No, you don’t. Please stop lying to yourself.” 

“Is this goodbye?” 

Want a part 2?

[luna-azzurra]

“I Still…“ prompts

I still laugh when I see that one movie in the listings, remembering how you hated the ending and ranted all the way home.

I still walk on the left side of the sidewalk, leaving space for you as if you were there to argue about the best ice cream flavor.

I still wake up some mornings reaching for the phone to tell you about my dreams, before the silence reminds me.

I still can't listen to our song without skipping a heartbeat, as every note brings a bittersweet memory flooding back.

I still keep an extra ticket to every show, just in case you decide to come back and fill the seat next to me.

I still avoid that one street in autumn because the falling leaves remind me too much of the day we parted ways.

I still cook too much for dinner out of habit, setting a place for you that no longer gets filled.

I still find pieces of you in the back of my closet, hidden in clothes I can't bring myself to wear or give away.

I still search for your face in the crowd at concerts, festivals, and busy streets, knowing it's impossible but hoping anyway.

[me-writes-prompts]

:-"I'm sorry..." Self-esteem issue prompts for your characters-:

Requested by: Anonymous

By @me-writes-prompts

"They must think I'm weak or something. I really shouldn't have said that I don't play sports."

Having difficulty comprehending others' criticism

Not wanting to socialize with anyone

"I don't deserve anything. I don't deserve them."

Have problems creating boundaries

^^ "I thought you were okay with [insert something your character is uncomfortable with]?" "Um..well...I..."

Always trying their best to please people

"Should I really wear this? No, no. I don't look good in it. God, I don’t look good in anything."

Not trusting themselves enough to make decisions

"I don't have any friends...nobody likes me."

"Why am I so different from everyone?"

Ignoring their achievements/not crediting themself

"You look really good today!" "Oh...I think I look rather embarrassing, haha."

[myokk]

before it felt like a sin, ch. 1

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3000

summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.

And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.

She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.

a/n: Hi everyone!! I decided to post this here too...I'm slowly going through everything I've written so far, and I want to post each chapter here as I edit them. I'm hoping that this can be a way to a) get back in to writing more, and b) get better at my art as I make full illustrations for each chapter. Let me know what you think!! :)

There is nothing quite as horrible as being a muggle, Eloise thought savagely as she ripped out yet another stitch in the landscape she was embroidering. At least, it was supposed to be a landscape. Maybe with her head tilted to the left and with her eyes almost closed so everything blurred together, it might resemble one. She did just that, trying her hardest to make out some recognizable shape and blast the stupid practice of manually pushing colored thread through a fabric in some sort of -

“And what is this, Miss Babbit?”

Eloise jumped at the sound and looked up at the scowling face of her teacher, and then quickly back down at the tangled thread in her lap. Behind her, she could hear the hushed giggles of the other girls in her class.

“Oh! Er…it’s -”

“How long have you been here?” the woman interrupted.

“One hour…I just -”

“Don’t be smart with me. I mean, at this institute.”

“Five years.” Eloise glared down at her embroidery as if it had personally offended her. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to be bad at everything, but she had the distinct disadvantage - how had it ever come to be that she would be at a disadvantage to muggles? - of not having spent a lifetime being prepared for muggle society and all that it entailed. The last five years had been a monotonous, endless cycle of lessons designed to turn her into the perfect lady: French (a waste of time as Eloise was already fluent), embroidery (a waste of time as the things she embroidered weren’t actually useful), dancing (a waste of time as she was already engaged to be married - why would she bother trying to woo another silly man?), and her most dreaded class of all: etiquette. No matter how many years had been spent trying to assimilate into muggle culture, her thoughts still got muddled when she tried to remember the steps to a dance, or how to properly address the son of a duke.

Did it really matter, anyways, what the other girls thought? She had pretended her whole life to be the daughter she thought her parents had wanted - now she was simply pretending that she hadn’t been thrown into the muggle world without a second thought. What was a bit more pretending - that she didn’t care? That she hadn’t been tossed aside without a second thought?

“Exactly. Five years. And yet, you have shown no progress whatsoever. This -” a finger jabbed accusingly at the embroidery - “is absolutely horrendous. If your parents hadn’t continued to make such a sizeable donation every year, I would have deemed you a lost cause and sent you packing when you first arrived. How your family ever managed your betrothal to the son of an earl is beyond me.”

Eloise grimaced at the mention of her fiance as her teacher clapped her hands together to get the attention of the class - a wholly unnecessary action due to the fact that it was already being given. “Class is dismissed. Please collect your belongings and put them in the correct place. Remember, as future wives and mothers, you must be organized in all aspects of your life. Many of you will be managing important households and the slightest misstep -“ a slight glance to Eloise out of the corner of her eye - “can cause the biggest of scandals.”

Eloise raced to gather her things and leave the classroom before everyone else. No matter how many years had been spent at the school, she couldn’t help but hate sitting through the classes amongst the judgmental stares and snide remarks. Although things had started out shaky at the finishing school - to be expected, really, when you’ve grown up in wizarding society and then are then forced to live as a muggle - it still stung that after all these years, she still hadn’t found a friendly face. She was treated as if she were a pariah: it was as if the other girls just knew that something was different about her. But…wasn’t that the great irony of it all? She wasn’t different than them. She was a filthy squib.

When she first arrived at the school, she was an anomaly. A twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know how to play the piano or who the queen was. It was clear to everyone that Eloise wasn’t the charity case of the school - her parents were obviously quite wealthy - and yet they seemingly wanted nothing to do with her. Whereas the others got regular letters and visits from their family, it was as if Eloise were an orphan. Nothing new to her of course, but to her peers this otherness aided them in her ostracization.

Upon entering her room, she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Something wasn’t right. Everything seemed the same: a twin bed perfectly made opposite a small wardrobe, a plain wooden desk placed between them. The weak afternoon sunlight shone through the window, illuminating her desk. But…there.

That…

Placed on her bed, resting on the pillow, was a letter.

She never received letters.

Eloise shoved her embroidery under her bed and hungrily grabbed at it, pausing when she saw the address. Miss E. Babbit. The Third Bedroom on the Left… It seemed vaguely familiar to her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

As she read the letter, though, it became apparent to her exactly why this was. Although not exactly the same as the one her brother had received six years earlier, it quickly became apparent that this was a Hogwarts letter. For her. For Miss E. Babbit.

Hands shaking, she set the letter down on her desk and sat on the edge of her bed. She smoothed her hands over her skirt over and over, taking comfort in the familiar softness as she tried to even her breathing.

How was this possible? She had all but accepted the fact that she was a squib. The shame of her family, a dirty secret to be hidden away and never talked about or mentioned again. Her parents had suspected as much by the time she had turned seven without any signs of magic whatsoever manifesting around her - not even a basic transformation of brussel sprouts to sweets during dinner. It was ultimately confirmed, however, when her own Hogwarts acceptance letter never arrived. She had spent the whole year before her banishment daydreaming about her life at Hogwarts, still optimistic that there could be something magical inside of her. Her brother, Leo, came home every holiday with wonderful stories of his new friends and teachers, and the subjects he was learning at school. Even back then, at twelve years old, Eloise hadn’t been sure if he was actually hopeful she wasn’t a squib, or if he had been trying to prolong the fantasy for her before it all came crashing down.

Although she had had five years to come to terms with her new life, there was still a small part of her that hoped. A small “what if…”. She had tried time and time again to squash that tiny ray of optimism that would escape every so often, tried so very hard to cultivate a hard exterior that wouldn’t let any sort of vulnerability shine through. And that optimism was a vulnerability, after all. It was that vulnerability that had made it absolutely impossible for her to fit in the muggle world, and made it so that she didn’t really want to try.

Five years to come to terms with the fact that she needed a new purpose for her life and…

…not anymore?

Eloise grabbed the letter and greedily read through it again, drinking in all of the words. She paused at the end, thinking. Was this a forgery? Some sort of awful joke orchestrated by her brother? Leo had never been cruel to her in the past; in fact, he was the one who always encouraged her and was the most probable source of the small optimism that remained within her. However, she had no way of knowing how he had changed since she had last seen him. It had been, after all, five very long years. And not once had she heard from him, even though he had promised her through huge sobbing gulps that he would never abandon her. Maybe their parents had slowly poisoned him against her. It would be right on the nose for them, after all.

Looking at the envelope again, however…Third Bedroom on the Left…no. It was too specific. Nobody in her previous life had any reason to even want to contact her again, and nobody in her current life even knew what Hogwarts was, let alone have the ability to convincingly forge a letter just to have some fun at her expense.

A light, bubbly feeling began to spread throughout her body as it sunk in that this was real. She was going to Hogwarts. Soon, a - squinting at the letter again - a Professor Fig would be contacting her and giving her things to study. A huge grin slowly spread across her face and she hugged the letter to her chest as she fell back on her bed. She read through it again. Was it the fifth time already? It felt as though no amount of times rereading the letter would ever be enough.

Eloise got up and walked over to look at the calendar on her desk. She was surprised to see that September 1st was in only two days. The days at the finishing school moved in such a strange, sluggish way. They all felt the same. Monotonous. French and Latin and embroidery and household management and Merlin even knows what else all blending into each other in an endless parade of dusty classrooms and gossip and boredom.

The light feeling left her in an instant as, after years of practice, the optimism was squashed back down. But how will you even get to London? And, her brain added sneakily, you haven’t even shown any signs of magic. Maybe you’ll just be returned back here after they realize their mistake.

No, she thought fiercely, gripping the letter. Until -

A tapping came from the window. A tentative smile returned at the sight of a tawny brown owl with another envelope in its beak. She ripped it open as soon as it was in her hands (again addressed to Miss E. Babbit) and along with the letter a small, purple pouch fell out of the envelope and onto her bed.

Miss Eloise Babbit,

I am pleased to be the wizard charged with such an important task as escorting you to Hogwarts in two days’ time. It is something extraordinary to be accepted in your fifth-year, and as such, I expect extraordinary things from you. I have enclosed a small pouch along with this envelope, and in it are some items that will be vital to you in the upcoming days. I have included books for you to study at your leisure, and a small gobstone that will bring you to our rendezvous point in London. All you have to do is touch it at noon on the 1st and you will be transported instantly.

Your family has not been informed of your acceptance. I am sure you understand why - at this, Eloise scoffed quietly to herself - which is why I will personally be your escort.

I am looking forward to meeting you and bringing you to the sorting ceremony in two days’ time.

Yours,

Eleazar Fig

The handwriting was tiny and spidery and cramped, but it didn’t stop Eloise from reading it with the same vigor as the previous letter and as many times. Finally, she turned to the small pouch that had fallen onto her bed when she opened the second envelope. It must have had an invisible extension charm, because it was filled to the brim with books on basic spellwork and general wizarding history. Professor Fig had no way of knowing, but Eloise had already read many of these books and many more during the year her brother had started Hogwarts, as she had needed to know absolutely everything about what would be awaiting her. A few years may have passed since she had stepped foot in her family’s library, but she couldn’t get the books or their contents out of her brain even if she had wanted to. She had really wanted to forget everything she knew about the magical world when it was confirmed she was a squib but it was a futile effort. As she zoned out during her piano lessons, she would find herself mentally going through the movements to cast different charms.

It was painful to be thinking about things from the life that had been ripped away from her, to know that what she was thinking about would never come to pass, that she would never be able to wield magic - and yet she couldn’t find herself able to stop.

As Eloise picked out one of the books and settled into her armchair, a steely resolve overcame her.

She would prove that she deserved to be there, and was just as capable as any of they were. She would make her parents regret ever discarding her like she was nothing.

She was worthy. She was capable. And she would prove it.

The morning of September 1st dawned cold and rainy. Absolutely perfect.

Eloise had pretended to be sick the night before, and no one had suspected a thing when she stayed in bed long after all of the other girls had gotten ready and headed to breakfast. As the last of the chattering faded away down the hallway, Eloise finally got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. It was difficult to sit still long enough to braid her hair. Her fingers wouldn’t stop trembling and she had to restart countless times. Finally, she tied the black ribbon at the end into a neat bow and turned to the drawer of her desk to retrieve the small purple pouch she had hidden away.

Everything she deemed important enough to come along with her had already been placed inside: the books from Professor Fig, the hair ribbons gifted to her by her brother many years ago, and some clothing. Nothing else was coming with. She needed the fresh start. Besides, anything else she might need would be supplied, as her acceptance letter had specifically stated that any school supplies would be provided to her.

Waiting the hours before noon came along proved to be more difficult than Eloise had imagined. Time seemed to be moving slower than the molasses that had come with the breakfast sent up to her, the steady patter of the rain becoming a sort of metronome keeping time as she paced back and forth. Wasn’t there anything that could distract her, even for a bit? She glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed since the last time. 10.35.

The second hand ticking away in tandem with the sound of rain splashing against her window.

What if this was all a trick? What if she arrived at Hogwarts, and they turned her away because they realized they had made a mistake? After all, why would they admit a sixteen-year-old? Surely she was too old; every other student had started Hogwarts at the age of twelve and had shown signs of magic much earlier than that. She still hadn’t shown any signs of magical capability whatsoever, and didn’t feel any different than she had before receiving the letter. It had to be a fluke.

As her thoughts started veering into the melancholy she was prone to, she shook her head. No. Today was a happy, exciting day. She wasn’t going to squash the optimism down today, not when she needed it most. All of these thoughts she was having were simply that: thoughts. Not reality. Hogwarts never made a mistake, and in all of the history books she had read, she couldn’t recall an instance of someone being turned away at the door. Granted, she had also never heard of someone being admitted so late. But, better to focus on what she did know, which was that she had gotten the letter. It must be right in its assumption that she had magic.

Trying to pass the time was easier said than done. She ended up quizzing herself on all of the charms she had memorized in the books sent by Professor Fig, moving an imaginary wand in the precise movements needed to successfully cast and focusing on her pronunciation. She had studied all of these forms late into both nights she had had the books, and when she would eventually close her eyes to sleep, the wand movements were all she saw.

Eloise was determined that she would receive pity from nobody. Nobody was going to look at her like she was lacking. She had gotten enough of that to last a lifetime, and now that she was given this opportunity she wasn’t about to waste it.

When noon finally struck, Eloise was ready and waiting. She eagerly grabbed the gobstone that was sitting on her desk and felt the familiar tugging sensation in her navel as she was whisked away to London and the beginning of her new life.

next chapter

[samwise1548]

Oc-tober Day 1: Going about an average day

Prompts by @icannotreadcursive

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[ID: A comic depicting Leila Suleiman, an original character, going about her day. She has large glasses and ahort hair that is covered by a headscarf in two of the panels.

At 5am an alarm wakes a grumpy Leila to pray the morning Fajr prayer. At 6am she drinks a cup of chai, regaining some energy for the day. Where previously 9am was written, it is crossed put and replaced with 8am, which is when she starts to get work calls. Leila's expression looks like the calla already make her tired for the day.

10am, Leila fights multicolor manifestations of magic with spiraling patterns, for work. As she blocks an attack with a single gloved hand, she recites a prayer of protection to herself. Eventually she catches it and the crowd cheers! Except for one concerned audience member who says aloud, "We all almost died today..."

By 3pm Leila goes to her lab with the contained magic and begins her research process. "Finally, evil science hour!" She works in the lab until very late, and the captions for each hour reflect that. "5pm- Lab still. 8pm- Girl leave! 12am- Yeah she just crashed." The last one shows Leila head down, slumped over her desk, knocked out from overworking herself.

\End ID]

[wet-jammies]

Some of my fav omo/omu things:

When a character keeps insisting they don't need to use the toilet until it's too late and they end up having an accident

When a character gets so caught up in an activity they're doing that they don't realize their bladder's full and they have an accident

When character A insists to character B they don't need a diaper, they can handle themselves fine. B relents and they go out together, but A has an accident. B brought along a fresh diaper for them because they knew that would happen 🥺

Character A wants attention from character B, but they're busy. A wets on purpose so B will stop what they're doing and help them.

Characters relieving themselves in unconventional places (potted plants, outdoors, bottles) and making a huge mess because the toilet's out of order.

Characters that flop into bed, exhausted after a long day, accidentally wetting because they're so relaxed and too tired to get up/hold it in

[lynzishell]

Prev // Next

Transcript below the cut:

Asher: Is that everything? Atlas: Yeah, I think so.

Alexander: Lex, it’s good to see you. Lex: Hey pops, how are you? Alexander: I’m good, good. How are you? Lex: Oh, I’m fantastic. Where’s your son at? I need to— Aha, there he is!  

Lex: ASH!!! Asher: Holy shit, look at you!! Lex: Me? Look at you!! Asher: Ahh

Julian: Hey kid, I’m told we’re supposed to start heading outside. Phoenix: Okay, we’re just about ready. Thank you so much for doing this for us. Julian: Oh, I’m honored. I’m so happy for you two.  

Iris: Dawn? Just wanted to let you know, the guests have all arrived and are taking their seats outside. We’ll be ready to start soon. Dawn: Oh goodness. Okay, thank you. Megan: I better head down. Unless you want me to stay. Dawn: No, no, I’m good. Will you tell Atlas to wait for me? Megan: Of course.

[blednokrov]

various oc sketches. the girl is Donna and the boy is Béla. The sword lady is Gyöngyvér

[forestryprompts]

hihi! could you do prompts for friends to lovers in a lot of denial please? <3

1) Character A: So, hypothetical question. If we were dating, how would you feel about that?"

Character B: Ha, that's a funny thought. But seriously, we're just friends, right?

Character A: Right. Just friends. Totally.

2) Character A: So, in a hypothetical universe, if we were more than friends, how do you think that would work?

Character B: Hypothetically? That's a bizarre idea. We're perfectly content as friends, don't you think?

Character A: Absolutely, just friends who might be discussing a totally fictional scenario. No big deal.

3) Character A: You ever think about what it would be like if we were more than friends?

Character B: You mean, like dating? Ha, that's ridiculous. We're fine as friends.

4) Character A: Imagine if we were one of those people who pretend to be just friends but secretly have feelings.

Character B: Yeah, can you imagine? Good thing we're not like that, right?

5) Character A: So, I was thinking, what if we crossed that line and became more than friends?

Character B: Crossed what line? We're firmly in the 'just friends' zone, right?

6) Character A: Imagine if we woke up tomorrow and suddenly realized we're head over heels for each other.

Character B: Yeah, imagine that. It's absurd, right? Or is it?

[liquidstar]

Quick references for all my OCs under the cut :) For the full body/more detailed refs, click the header text over each section for a redirect!

Please feel free to talk with me about them :D

Nova Stella

Gladiatoria

Pandemonium

Dragon Tree

Owl Feather

Lunar Flair

Cobalt Heart

The Timber Scouts

Tartarus

The Sisters

Royals & Zodiac Knights

Misc. Family

Arion, Eris & Atlas

[huffle-dork]

Egotober Day 12: Portal

What Alt is working for during his Villain Arc: a second chance. is it gonna be worth it?

[the-golden-comet]

✨OC Fighting Tier List 🥊✨

Thank you for tagging me here, @paeliae-occasionally

Rules: Using this link, make a tier list of how capable your OCs are at winning a fight.

Key word: WINNING a fight. Not all of these OCs are necessarily looking for a fight (Though I know at least one is 🏴‍☠️✨)

S Tier:

Tenshi (Tenshito)

Ali (YWIMC)

Peter (Peter Hart)

Gustav (ITROG)

A Tier:

Tyr (ITROG)

B Tier:

Noah (YWIMC)

C Tier:

Benjamin (Peter Hart)

I refuse to elaborate, but yes. In the GoldenComet-verse, the OC who is canonically the most powerful and most likely to win a fight is the cinnamon roll angel, Tenshi.

I will gently tag (no pressure): @tragedycoded , @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @aintgonnatakethis , @agirlandherquill , @thatuselesshuman , @ominous-feychild , @mysticstarlightduck , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @katenewmanwrites , @lychhiker-writes , @rotting-moon-writes , @cowboybrunch , @sableglass , @saturnine-saturneight , @davycoquette , @yourpenpaldee , @autism-purgatory , @finickyfelix , @tabswrites , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @fantasy-things-and-such , @cybercelestian , @mundanemoongirl , @corinneglass , @astramachina , @words-after-midnight , @ceph-the-ghost-writer , @48lexr , @authorcoledipalo , @thecomfywriter , @theaistired , @indecentpause , @avaseofpeonies , @topazadine , @far-cry-from-finality , @noxxytocin , @nczaversnick , @mauannacreates , @alinacapellabooks , @moltenwrites , @rivenantiqnerd , @billybatsonmylove , +open tag! 💛✨

[chroma-imp-draws]

OC-tober Day 4: undersppreciated OC

well uhhhh turns out I’m a terrible parent because I spend most of my time on the same 10 OCs and then neglect all the others. This is just a small collection of characters that really deserve more attention but that I barely ever think about

[layla4567]

Adorable things your character can do

Unconsciously pouting

Stick out your tongue slightly when concentrating

Clap happily in a childish way

Jumping when impatient or cold

Wrinkle your nose when making a wish

Be kind to animals and pet and greet a dog/cat as if it were a person

Getting crazy (in a good way) every time you dance like spinning and raising your arms

Wrinkling your face when you taste something bitter or acid

Jump on the bed and sing at the top of your lungs like no one is watching.

Making puppy eyes while eyebrows wrinkle up and saying Ohh～ at something sad

Swing your feet when sitting in a high place

Sway slightly back and forth when standing with your hands clasped behind your back

Kiss innocently on the cheek when greeting each other or on any occasion

Cover your face when you are embarrassed to cover your blushing.

Approach the seashore and retreat quickly when the water approaches

Resting your head on someone's arm or shoulder when you are sleepy/bored

Put your hands on your chest or interlace them in the form of a prayer on your chest and close your eyes when listening to music, shaking your head slightly from side to side, just vibing

Help someone, whether it's teaching a child to read or healing an injured animal.

Smearing your nose or upper lip area when drinking hot chocolate with cream

Kicking the ground forward with arms crossed and frowning when angry

Laugh with your mouth open, eyes closed and a nasal laugh (they really are cute if you laugh like that please don't be ashamed, there is someone here who loves you!)

Eating something from the refrigerator secretly and then being caught turning around quickly and having your cheeks full of food like a squirrel

Dance shyly

Open wide eyes and mouth in surprise at a gift or something exciting

Biting the pencil when they are studying or making strange and funny faces when they don't understand something

I know some are very childish, it's just my opinion of what I consider cute.

[sentientcave]

Honest question. What tags do I use in ao3 to give me the EXACT vibe of retirement party? Bc I’m craving more like a junkie and I need a fix 😭

I have no idea! But here, have a little something from a few chapters ahead that I wrote in a fit of inspiration after reading this by @syoddeye. I might also recommend looking at Sy's work! They have lots of really good stuff in there. Also @391780 has a ton of awesome stories and was a big inspiration for how I write John Price. I always assume people have read their work but if you haven't? You're in for a treat.

Spoilers ahead, kinda, sorta. It could get scrapped if things take a turn I'm not expecting! I don't know!

The hand on your shoulder pulls you out of your focus.

You startle, knocking your headphones back from your ears with the back of your hand, smearing paint on your cheekbone. John stands above you, holding a glass of water like a peace offering.

“I knocked, but I don’t think you could hear me over your music,” he explains. “Haven’t heard a peep from you since this morning, and I was starting to worry.”

“What time is it now?” you ask, reaching for the glass and then pulling your hands back. Your hands are covered in paint. “Oh, shoot. I should’ve grabbed a rag. Give me a tic, I’ll wash my hands.” You try to uncurl your legs, and fall sideways into John’s legs. “Hm. Okay.”

“Legs asleep?” John sets the glass of water on the dresser and crouches down to help you rearrange your unresponsive legs out in front of you. He reaches for the glass of water again. “Poor thing.”

“My own fault. I thought I set an alarm, but I probably just typed the time into the calculator app.” It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened. Pins and needles prickle up and down your legs.

“You need to drink this,” John says, holding the water up to your lips. His other hand curls around the back of your head to grip your messy ponytail, tilting your head back so he can carefully pour water into your mouth. He makes you drink the whole glass, one sip at a time, his eyes turned dark, blue nearly eclipsed by black. Your eyes fix on his, something soft wrapping around your brain as you watch the way his gaze tracks from your mouth down to your throat and back up. When the glass is empty, he sets it aside, but doesn’t let go of your hair. He tips your head back again, tracing his thumb across your lower lip, collecting a few errant drops of water.

Your lips part, and he slides his thumb inside your mouth, his breath catching as he presses down on your tongue.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he growls. Your clit throbs at his words. You curl your tongue around the digit, tasting the salt of his skin. The hand tangled in your hair tightens just a little. “You ready to let me take care of you?” His thumb pops free.

It takes a moment for you to collect yourself enough to speak. “Please.”

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

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Writing Prompts when you have writers block

So I don’t USUALLY do this, but since Tumblr’s writer-friendly, I thought I’d share some writing prompts I got from my Creative Writing class in college last semester! My professor would give us a handful of prompts and tell us to pick one for every assignment and I wanna give them to you all!

Write a list story: either someone teaching someone else how to do something/how to be someone/something (ex: how to act like a proper lady). Alternatively it could be a character listing aspirations, milestones, or losses/gains. Anything where your character is going through something

Going off on that list story idea, you could also write a response list story from the POV of the “you” from the first one. For example: say you wrote a story of a parent speaking to a child, the response would be a child speaking to a parent

Write a story where one character is closely observing/spying another character. What do they discover about either the other character or themselves in the process?

Dunno if any of you read the story “Hills like White Elephants” but write a story told mostly through dialogue and setting. Two character discussing something they don’t agree on. Whether or not a solution is reached is up to you

Here’s a funny idea: A story about a ghost/demon possessing somebody but it hilariously backfires cuz the mortal is either really stupid or really stubborn and they have this back-and-forth of what happens next. You know that one vine where it’s like

“What do you want to eat?”

“The souls of the innocent~”

“A bagel :)”

“NO!”

“….Two bagels”

Write the story version of that

Write a story where an object causes/is related to a major tension in your story or holds a major clue to the tension

Your character makes a decision and has to live with the consequences/learns a lesson

Write a story where an unexpected guest shows up and stays overnight. How does it go? Start by saying who’s coming, offer backfill to explain the background regarding the tension, then what happens when the guest arrives. How the story progresses, ends, and whether something changes is up to you!

Write a character where your main character is dealing with an external AND internal conflict. Something in their environment, community, or society is pushing them to experience stress. What’s the tipping point and how does the character deal with it

For example, a snake character experiencing racism from humans/animals just because of their species

Write a story loosely based on a true crime story. Any crime, doesn’t even have to be murder. You could even search a crime up on the internet and make a story inspired on that. Use a few details from that crime article to create a scene of action of the crime taking place, but also develop the motive and backstory. What drove the person to do what they did? Peer pressure? Greed? Abuse? Survival? Sheer stupidity? Etc

Write a story from the perspective of a ghost. Who’s the ghost haunting? Why? How’d they die? Is the ghost friendly or malevolent?