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[writing-prompt-s]

You are a wizard, and many an unwanted child has landed on your manor doorstep—26, in fact. You named them, fed them, and taught them magic to be masters in their own right. Today, you went on your first date in years, but you’re starting to see an odd number of familiar faces sitting close by...

[tenderwatches]

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

[snakebites-and-ink]

I've already said that my number one piece of writing advice is to read.

But my number two piece of advice is this: be deliberate.

Honestly this would fix so many pieces of bad writing advice. Don't forbid people from doing something, tell them to be conscious and deliberate about it. This could help stop people from falling into common mistakes without limiting their creativity. Black and white imperatives may stop a few annoying beginner habits, but ultimately they will restrict artistic expression.

Instead of "don't use epithets": "Know the effect epithets have and be deliberate about using them." Because yes, beginners often misuse them, but they can be useful when a character's name isn't known or when you want to reduce them to a particular trait they have.

Instead of "don't use 'said'" or "just use 'said'": "Be deliberate about your use of dialogue tags." Because sometimes you'll want "said" which fades into the background nicely, but sometimes you will need a more descriptive alternative to convey what a character is doing.

Instead of "don't use passive voice": "Be deliberate about when you use passive voice." Because using it when it's not needed can detract from your writing, but sometimes it can be useful to change the emphasis of a sentence or to portray a particular state of mind.

Instead of blindly following or ignorantly neglecting the rules of writing, familiarize yourself with them and their consequences so you can choose when and if breaking them would serve what you're trying to get across.

Your writing is yours. Take control of it.

It probably sounds like I'm preaching to the choir here because most of my mutuals are already great writers. But I'm hoping this will make it to the right people.

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1175

"We're in trouble."

"Oh no. No, no, no! You're in trouble."

[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[rudamaruda520]

me as a writer

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #3027

"Go on. Chew me out and tell me I'm a failure."

"I was actually planning on saying that I'm proud of you."

[theaftersundown]

the holy grail types of fanfic

[writing-prompt-s]

"I wish for immortality until the last human dies. And I want to stay young and healthy," you tell the genie, proud of your clever wording. Seventeen quintillion years later, drifting through the dead, silent void, you spot your old co-worker Kyle. He's still alive. And he’s still talking.

[pukefactory]

hi! since your requests are open, can I get general physical affection headcanons for ena (dream bbq ver) x reader, both salesperson and meanie side included?

•☽────✧˖°˖ PRIVATE CALLER ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Physical Affection Between Salesperson Ena And The Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson Ena (Ena: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ Salesperson Ena doesn’t “hug” — she makes “strategic contact engagements.” She approaches you with arms wide and a grin like she’s about to close a million-dollar deal, saying things like, “May I offer you a very promising investment in serotonin?” Then she just—wraps around you. Entirely. Full-body hug. Her left hand, all mitten-soft, thumps your back rhythmically while her clawed right hand gently scratches circles into your shoulder. You’re not sure if you’re soothed or being recruited for a new religion. Possibly both.

☆ Ena only initiates affection when her mental battery is dying. You’ll find her slumped over the table, face squished sideways against your arm, hissing, “Don’t say a word. I’ve clocked out of this dumb dimension.” She doesn’t cuddle. She lodges into you like a cat who hates being seen but insists on being warm. If you move, she groans like the apocalypse is starting in her soul and mutters something about “abandonment” and “canceling her subscription to hope.”

☆ Salesperson kisses your forehead like she’s punching in a code. “Boop. Transaction complete. Thank you for your service.” Her affection is precise, oddly reverent, like you’re a sacred shrine she’s just filed paperwork for. When you fluster or look confused, she tilts her head, analyzing you like a graph. “Emotional spike detected. That was effective! Shall we scale it?”

☆ Meanie headbutts you instead of giving a normal kiss. She’ll stare at you for too long, twitch slightly, then slam her forehead against yours with a sudden THUNK. You blink. She glares. “I hate this… feeling… garbage. Get it off me. Or don’t. I don’t care.” But then she doesn’t move. She’s just there. Breathing hard. Head pressed to yours. Letting your heartbeat sync while her hands tremble in her lap.

☆ Salesperson will absentmindedly stroke your hand while talking business. She doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Her mitten-hand gently presses and flattens your fingers like she’s ironing out doubt. Her clawed one traces lines over your palm, absent and curious. “Now, to circle back—how do you feel about long-term intimacy contracts? Quarterly cuddles? Optional bonus smooches?”

☆ Meanie gets touch-starved and denies it to death. She’s vibrating with repressed need, glaring at the wall, arms crossed. But if you put your hand on her back, she goes still. If you pull her into a hug, she stiffens—and then melts like she’s been tricked into comfort. “Don’t make this a thing,” she whispers. “I’m not weak. I’m not soft. I just—my spine broke. Shut up.”

☆ Salesperson slow dances with you in deserted rooms, even if there’s no music. “Let’s synchronize our trajectories,” she’ll whisper, and suddenly your hands are clasped and she’s spinning you like you’re in a ballroom run by surreal physics. Her body is warm against yours—half sharp, half soft. It feels ceremonial. Like a conference call with the divine. Like a thank-you for loving someone who’s always split in half.

☆ Meanie will bite your shoulder if you ignore her long enough. Not hard. Just a warning. A frustrated nibble with emotional teeth. You’ll gasp and she’ll snarl, “What?! I was being subtle! YOU’RE the needy one!” But she won’t move away. Instead, she burrows her face into your neck and mumbles about how you’re lucky she tolerates this much stupid affection.

☆ Salesperson kisses the top of your head while giving you verbal performance reviews. “You were incredibly brave today. Full marks for emotional endurance. Room for improvement in stress management. But don’t worry—this is a safe development zone. May I kiss you again?” It’s like being evaluated by a loving algorithm. You always say yes. You always will.

☆ Meanie will hold your face like it’s the last thing in the world that makes sense. When things go wrong, when the world cracks again, she finds you. Her pale yellow hands frame your cheeks with shaking intensity. Her forehead touches yours. Her voice drops to a whisper— “If you disappear, I’ll cause several economic disasters. Please don’t.” And when you tell her you’re not going anywhere, she doesn’t speak. She just pulls you into her lap and sits there, rocking you like she’s trying to cradle an entire unstable reality back into place.

[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

[writing-prompt-s]

After a long time in the bunker, a voice comes over the radio and says: "to those who have survived, it's safe to go outside." You gradually make your way out and open the emergency door, but what you see on the other side leaves you filled with horror.

[mr-something-0r-another]

[sourdough-seal]

most important part of the writing process actually is when you loop a single song on max volume and stare at the word document and imagine the characters doing things for 14 hours. this is known as getting in the zone