#writers write prompt s

[aelfgiure]

It shouldn't have been such a surprise to me, really. We had the actual lived experience of the covid pandemic to inform us, less than 20 years ago - but goddamn, people were stupid. Willfully, arrogantly, belligerently stupid. Proud of staying ignorant, blatting away about conspiracy and libtards, right up to the moment they had their guts ripped out by former friends, former family.

When I first saw the news, I tried to stay calm. I did my research - yes, actual research with the Public Health community - then spent a day indulging myself in a hideous drunken panic attack. Then the day to recover, because goddamn, I'm not in my 20s anymore and can't just do that shit like I used to.

Anyways.

My friends were up to speed as fast as I was, and we pooled our resources in a hurry. We had our location picked out beforehand, and that was what saved us. Our location, our resources, our skill sets, all of those would've meant nothing if we hadn't jumped when we did. We're still dealing with guilt, you know. The people that laughed us off, told us we were overreacting to something that was going to get contained and eliminated quickly, they're all dead now. Worse than dead, unless we saw them in a herd and dropped them ourselves, which only added to the grief and pain.

You want to know how long it took for civilization to utterly wreck itself? Three months. THREE MOTHERFUCKING MONTHS. All over the damn globe, that's all it took. Ninety-goddamn-days for the whole thing to collapse. I'm still shaken by the whole thing, how fucking fast it all went downhill. The only plus side to the speed of the collapse? The assorted nations didn't have time to start a fucking nuclear war over this, and for small mercies like that I am honestly, truly grateful. No nuclear war, no attempt at making things worse because we all know how people functioned back then, no time to do anything but scramble to survive and salvage what they could, if they even had time for that.

It's been hard. Not going to lie, there are days when I'm lying in my bed, here in our compound, and I'm tempted to suck-start my .9mil, because it's so, so hard. Yeah, I'm safe, our compound is safe and functional, we have electricity and all the comforts of modern living. My husband is dead, I haven't heard from my daughter in three years, most of the people I knew are gone, except for this crazy ass lot of us, here in this repurposed event center. I could list off the things I miss, the people I miss, but that would take days and only add to my depression, so we'll skip that.

The stupid part of it all? I have hope. Still, even now, I have hope that we can make it through this and come out of this as better people than we were Before. Here in the Redoubt, for example, couple of my friends who couldn't stand each other, they work together now. Not the grudging, barely holding in the snarl, sort of work together, either, but they're allies and brothers in arms, respecting each other. It's not just them, either, it's been across the whole thing, the whole area that we've managed to enclose and protect. If you have a pulse, we can be friends, seems to be the current motto of the human race and yeah, that's something I dreamed about Before. Seeing it in action is beautiful. Maybe we can learn from this and grow the fuck up as a planet, right?

It's going to be a long time before we can clean this mess up enough to start rebuilding, though. One day at a time, one breath. One pulse. I have hope. That's what keeps me waking up, holstering the pistol, and going to whatever work I need to do. Stupid, goddamn, persistent hope.

When the zombie apocalypse came, you were prepared. What you weren’t prepared for was how quickly it ended.

[parasiticstars]

Hey whumpblr I know you love and worship writing-prompt-s but they joined the bandwagon on mass reporting Palestinian accounts

Get 90s-ghost’s name out of your mouth; he’s human, he might make mistakes, but from what’s been shared on @ el-shab-hussein’s account, the vetting process is intense and leaves little room for deception.

I feel like most of y’all only care about Palestine when the people suffering are faceless, perfect victims, so poor and stupid and in need of a white savior they can’t possibly have their own thoughts and inner world and technology. All they should be to you is like those inspiration porn Starving Kids In Africa™.

As if them using a website they don’t know about in a language they have to machine translate and whole ass begging for donations isn’t bad enough.

Yes, there are scammers profiting off of a real time tragedy, but guess what? Guess fucking what? It’s pretty easy to check for yourself if a fundraiser is legit.

Anyways! A PSA!

You can easily check asks and fundraisers in your inbox by checking for their social media accs, which should definitely be older than their tumblr, searching their usernames on here and seeing if others have called them out, checking for their names on Strawberry Seed Collective, Operation Olive Branch, and this document, and going through their tumblr account and looking for stuff like frequent updates and news that’s not just a couple of super popular Palestinian news posts to pad out the blog length, reverse searching any pics they send, and copy pasting some of their story to see if other accounts have used their script.

Or you could also just ignore the asks either way since nobody’s can force you to donate anyways.

But don’t go out and accuse every single Palestinian on tumblr of being part of some massive fucking scam circle a lá “The Jews Are Controlling The Rich” conspiracy.

frankly, the biggest scammer is this one woman from Belgium (her first name is Laura) so I’d be wary of any based in Belgium unless you can find any other way to prove its validity.

[dobaara]

A FIVE-STEP PLAN TO PREPARE YOURSELF (WITH ZERO CASUALTIES) BY S.R.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 4

Geralt is the captain of a pirate ship, named "Kaer Morhen." Perhaps he's still a witcher, perhaps he's just a regular old human (with white hair and golden eyes? Lol) His brothers (and "cousins" from other witcher schools) are his crew Now I can see this going two different ways, so choose a favorite (or make up your own, I am only the beginning, I hold no affront of being anything more) Jaskier is a nobleman's son, aboard his family's ship, possibly on his way to be forced into a marriage to a woman he doesn't love. And either he falls overboard or he's shoved off as a murder attempt, but he's lost in the ocean. Lambert (or someone else, but I love to imagine how Lambert would attempt to call this out to his captain who he doesn't take seriously 90% of the time, #brothers) calls that he spots a man bobbing in the sea, and they haul him up. The majority of the crew sees sight of his jewels and finery and insists on holding him ransom. But when the prisoner wakes up and isn't afraid of death, Geralt looks into this a little more. Apparently their prisoner won't get a ransom because his entire family despise him and his want to run away and become a bard. Funny. Most pirate ships have entertainers aboard to help the pirates deal with months of nothing but ocean. Perhaps they'll have use of this dumb twink after all. OR, option number two Jaskier is a nobleman's son, chained and starved for the crime of wanting to become a bard and not wanting to marry some prissy noblewoman. He hears a lot of loud noises and screams and then a bunch of burly men in fur cloaks stomp down and start rifling through their supplies. One catches eye of him and immediately yells to the captain. The captain is a very handsome man with silver locks and bright eyes, and the dreaded pirate captain is treating Jaskier with more kindness and gentleness than his family or their workers ever have. The pirate hauls Jaskier up into his arms and carries him to their own ship, laying him down in his own bed, and looking over his injuries and sending one of his crewmembers to make hm a fine meal. Jaskier begins telling the captain of his abusive life beforehand and mentions that all he's ever wanted is to spread music and love, and shockingly enough, this big scary (gorgeous) man doesn't even laugh at him for it.. Oh fuck he's falling in love-

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Geralt gayly teaching his bard how to swordfight!!!

• Perhaps Jaskier's family is crueler and has done more than beat him, perhaps they've stabbed him or something, and the very last thing he sees before he passes out from bloodloss is Geralt (Maybe he even thinks he's an angel! Lmfao)

• Geralt getting lovingly bullied by his brothers for taking care of his songbird so well

• Geralt's crew revenge-robbing or revenge-killing Jaskier's family if we do Option one for the story (attempted-murder route), since it's implied it happens in Option Two while they ransack the ship-

• Perhaps I'll do a sequel for this prompt one day for Mermaid Jaskier, I do LOVE mermaids, take this as a much smaller and much less detailed prompt for if you want that idea, too! Perhaps the Pankratz ship has a captured mer aboard, parched and dehydrated (I just mostly think it'd be funny if Geralt was checking his pulse and if he has any injuries while random other witches dump buckets of sea water on him-)

[decisions-at-3am]

I'll know you're gone when flowers die, The landscape beginning to dull. When the sky slowly greys, All colour fading away.

When your books and diaries, All carefully crafted. Painstakingly handbound. Lie there waiting, gathering dust.

I can't bring myself to shift them. To see your handwriting stop, Such finality would shatter me. In my mind, you're still here.

When I stop turning to look, Expecting you nearby. That's when I'll know you're truly gone, When even shadows don't linger.

[destructive-critic1sm]

STORY IDEA

200K words, enemies to lovers, morally grey MMC, ✨dark romance✨

Boeing x the astronauts they’re leaving in space until 2025 🥰

[tyguy275]

FORUMS

<yo check out these pictures. wacky shit, can someone verify this is shopped?>

<img ID: A brightly lit kitchen with marble countertops and a white tile backsplash. A bowl of fruit sits on the island, and a cutting board with half-cut vegetables sits on the counter.>

<img ID: A well furnished and tidied room, with bright blue painted walls and a matching blue crocheted blanket. Several pictures of a family sit on the nightstand to the left of the bed.>

<img ID: A living room with open windows, letting in lots of natural lighting. A young adult, dressed in casual wear, sits on the couch to the left side of the picture reading a book, seemingly unaware of the photo being taken.>

<img ID: A dining room with a large wooden table stained dark brown, set for a meal. A white table runner sits along the length of the piece, with a vase of flowers in the middle.>

date: 7/19/2018

user: anon295720174

<re: anon295720174 dude this shit is insane. i’m a graphic design major and i can’t tell if anything was messed with, there’s a lot to unpack here. look at that kitchen dude, the place is a mess. that’s freaky 100% lmk if you find any more pictures>

date: 7/26/2018

user: anon482947389

<re: anon482947389 i found these on a usb drive under my dresser while i was packing to move out. haunted? been looking through zillow at old houses but i haven’t found anything that matches this floor plan. i’ll keep looking but no i haven’t found any more pictures. if anyone bumps make sure to tag both of us>

date: 8/2/2018

user: anon295720174

<re: anon295720174, anon482947389 yooo yo yo yo i was messing with the exposure and i found some wackyyyy shittttt. look, i jumped up the brightness of the bedroom and noticed something on the nightstand. not sure if edited but looks raw as hell>

<img ID: A pixelated and highly exposed picture of the nightstand from the bedroom, zoomed in on the family pictures. The leftmost picture reveals what looks to be a three person portrait, with two larger figures, presumably parents, on either side. The middle picture shows a baby, smiling happily while crawling toward the camera. The background of the picture shows it was part of a photo shoot. The rightmost picture is one of two people embracing each other in what may be a kiss.>

date: 8/3/2018

user: anon028482593

<re: anon028482593, anon295720174 that’s freaky as hell dude. what the fuck is that in the middle picture? i can’t really tell because it’s too pixelated, but that’s definitely what i see when i enhance the exposure. that’s fuckin insaneeeeee

who the fuck would be brave enough to go in there to take these? definitely not me, i get the creeps looking at them through my computer.>

date: 8/6/2018

user: anon482947389

<re: anon295720174, anon028482593, anon482947389 This thread will lock in 48 hours if no further messages are sent.>

date: 8/4/2019

user: System

<re: anon028482593, anon295720174 holy shit i forgot about this thread. dude these are spooky as hell. i don’t remember them being this bad. look at the fucking dining table it’s warped to shit. and those flowers are obviously gonna be wilted but there’s something eerie about them. thoughts?>

date: 8/4/2019

user: anon482947389

<re: anon482947389, anon028482593 nah i didn’t forget. i had some nightmares about it for a couple nights but i just chalked it up to whatever the fuck was happening in those pictures and moved on. looking at it again though, what the fuck happened here?>

date: 8/7/2019

user: anon295720174

<re: anon295720174, anon482947389, anon028482593 uh, guys? where did you get these pictures? that’s ME in the living room. that’s fucking terrifying. please dm me and let’s figure this out because i’m legit scared>

date: 8/12/2019

user: anon394828152 (You)

<re: anon394828152 (You), anon028482593, anon482947389 bro are you buggin? your text got fucked up looks like some ascii shit. i ran it through google translate and got jack>

date: 8/14/2019

user: anon295720174

<re: anon295720174, anon394828152 (You), anon482947389 yo anyone see that in the corner of the living room??? that’s FREAKY dude. no way this isn’t photoshopped, you sure? what the fuck is that even supposed to be? between this and the fucked up message, this thread is a horror heritage post>

<img ID: A zoomed in and pixelated picture of a young adult in casual wear, reading a book. He is looking down and seems to be unaware of the picture being taken.>

date: 8/15/2019

user: anon028482593

<re: anon028482593, anon295720174, anon482947389 what the fuck? are my messages fucking up? they look fine for me. i don’t know what the fuck is going on with you guys but that’s my house and THAT’S ME. i’m not fucking with you here’s a picture of me for proof. i’m that desperate. please delete this thread asap>

<img ID: A young man looking into the camera. His expression seems to be of concern, and he has short brown hair and wears a buttoned flannel. The profile of the person very closely matches that of the person in the living room.>

date: 8/15/2019

user: anon394828152 (You)

<anon394828152 (You), anon028482593, anon295720174 WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING HOLY SHIT i’m never coming back to this fucking thread dude what the fuuuuck was in that picture. that’s viscerally terrifying. holy fuuuuck>

date: 8/15/2019

user: anon482947389

<anon295720174, anon394828152 (You), anon028482593, anon482947389 This thread has been locked by the Original Poster.>

date: 8/15/2019

user: System

[dreamsfullofwoe]

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[mossyoakswriting]

I kind of fell in love with the whole “sleep paralysis demon” prompt made by @writing-prompt-s so I’m indulging myself:

For context:

Gaven is a 21 year old human who cusses like a sailor, but deep down he will cave for people, or demons, he cares about

Reese is Gaven’s sleep paralysis demon who radiates golden retriever vibes, but can also be absolutely terrifying when needed. He’s also obsessed with cats. Sleep paralysis demons only stay out from dusk to dawn, often disappearing under beds when the sun starts to rise(this is just fiction that my brain came up with).

Without further ado, here are some scenarios I think would happen between the two:

Gaven: (looking for bag) “Where the fuck did it go?!”

Reese: (putting paper keychains on the zippers) “…”

Reese: (pushes the bag out from under the bed)

Gaven: “I’m not even going to ask.”

——————————————————

Gaven’s Roommate: “Dude, why are there horns under your bed?”

Gaven: (nervously laughs) “Uhm…I cosplay.”

Reese: (under the bed) (thinking) “Oh my gods. Does he actually cosplay demons-“

————————————————————————

Gaven: “Reese?”

Reese: “Yes?”

Gaven: “Is that my sweater?”

Reese: (cutting a sleeve off) “It just looks similar-“

Later:

Reese: (feels bad)

Reese: (starts crocheting a new sleeve for Gaven’s sweater with bright red yarn)

[rather-ace-writing]

PROMPT/IDEA- Enjoy!

“You’ll call me tomorrow, right?” She laughed.

“Yeah, ‘course I will. I always do.” They waved, turning the key in their car’s ignition.

They were, of course, lying.

[jamiemoonymarks]

Me watching the word count climb on the one shot I’m writing, but progressing nowhere with the story:

[writersbeware]

Fantasy Worlds

Some writers find it easy to create worlds from the ground up. They design mountains, valleys, forest, rivers and lakes, cities and villages. They populate their worlds with people who are like us, as well as with those having superpowers. There are languages and clothing and foods that suite that world, perhaps even as identifiers of their position in society. Just like in our world, some in…

[s-creations]

27?

(Link to Post)

27. Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

No. XD

In all honesty, I just move onto the next story I have in mind. I think the closest thing to 'celebrating' is reading and gushing over the reviews/comments that appear.

[swiftfootedachilles]

where is the anon who likes my writing i need motivation to finish other kinktober stuff. also i did make edits/visuals for one of my fav fics for kinktober but i haven't gotten a reply from the author is okay with me sharing them... should i post them anyway (with credit ofc)?? i know on a03 theres a way to link works inspired by other works, should i just do that?? if i don't get a response should i not post them? this person is not really active on social media so idk exactly what to do............

[thewritingbuff]

Original prompt by @writing-prompt-s

Original fill by me here

“Listen, you’re fine, I’m- stop screaming- I’m not going to hurt you. Yes, opening the Dark Book summons The One Who Ends, but that whole thing where I kill the reader is hogwash. Now, would you kindly direct me to the one who tricked you into opening my book? *Intent* is important, after all.”

The little girl stopped in her shivering, if only for a moment, to glance up at the eldritch being towering over her. Their eyes burned with the flames of a thousand infernos, and yet they shone with the warmth of the fire her grandmother lovingly stoked in the hearth to keep their house warm.

"I am Meserpes," the being said, lowering themselves to their knees and yet keeping a respectful distance from the girl. "Might I have the honour of knowing my Summoner's name?"

"Moira," she answered meekly.

"Moira," Meserpes continued, nodding their head as they rolled the name of their tongue. "I truly wish to know the name of the person who instructed you to summon me."

Honestly, Meserpes could simply force themselves into little Moira's defenseless mind and pry for the information themselves. A child her age barely had the mental constitution to resist an Impression from such a powerful being. But Meserpes was Eldritch, not an animal. They had principles and lines even they would not cross.

Just as they were thinking that Moira would never answer, a whisper from a small voice carried over to them.

"Mother."

If you like my writing, you can commission me here

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 229

Adjective: Wistful

Noun: Thistle

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Wistful: having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing

Thistle: a widely distributed herbaceous plant of the daisy family, which typically has a prickly stem and leaves and rounded heads of purple flowers; a thistle as the Scottish national emblem