#writing inspriation

[scriptwriters-network]

A book is simply the container of an idea—like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.

— Angela Carter

[lhosaeprompts]

Prompts [#1]

You're an adventurer who arrives in a village you've never been to before. You get tasked with helping the villagers with many of their responsibilities; kill six goblins here, carry this item there, deliver a letter, harvest some crops.. and you're trying to prove yourself, so you go along with it.

Until it becomes so boring, and so irritating, you decide to confront the adventurer's guild master and demand a challenge; something worth your time.

[cmoroneybooks]

More inspiration to fill the cup.

[i-am-still-bb]

now THAT’S an idea

*squirrels the idea away for later use*

Magic whumper who brands their whumpee with a mark that never stops burning.

Or

A mark that the whumper can control to hurt the whumpee as punishment.

[sleeplessv0id]

the point of living itself is to fall so madly in love with everything surrounding you that it hurts. you feel that pain, and despite it all you only allow yourself to fall deeper in love with life. that in itself is a whole life.

[vasopv-blog]

The problem with many human beings is

their tendency to insatiability.

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Get lost

In yourself

To find your

Truth

[tteelolah]

Creativity

Creativity has no one definition. Every artist, every person, knows what creativity means to them. It goes beyond what a piece might look like on the surface. Creativity is about revealing your inner thoughts, character, and unique perspective—even if you don’t draw, sing, or write. Creativity is simply the way you express yourself, in whatever form feels natural.

You are creative in your own way. Maybe it’s through words, actions, or moments of quiet insight that only you notice. Creativity doesn’t require a skill; it’s about showing who you are, even in the smallest, simplest ways.

We’re all creative. Every time we solve a problem, share an idea, or add our own spin to the everyday, we’re expressing our creativity.

So, how do you express your creativity? What part of yourself do you want to share with the world?

I am creative. You are creative. We are all creative.

Creativity is simply you, expressed.

[rosepeta1z]

You know that you’re driving me crazy, I think I’m falling out of love.

[cheeerrr]

You’ve done so well all this time, it would be a shame to stop now. You’re such a lovely part of the world and that is purpose in itself.

[car6onatedsugar]

“ is it over..?” [Greed-ler x oc angst]

Dani had finally done it. After showing and presenting her latest invention; ‘The anything writing thingamajig’, life has been good. She made a dealership with the all-knowing Once-ler, whom of which was currently at his peak with the Fashion business. His Thneed has skyrocketed and showed the world - mostly the citizens of Greenville - his overall potential.  And after the past 5 months, the two seemed to have...strengthen their trustworthy bond. Which is how we ended up here. Dani stood at her doorstep, staring at the roses which he held in her hands. A deep crimson blush faded into her face and thoroughly into her cheeks.  This was it.

  This was all she’s ever wanted... And so she stood at his office door, to talk and to speak and to resonate with the Once-ler. Taming a greedy corporate business leader was not unheard of, but Dani was one of the lucky few who got to act upon such things. She could see him at his best, in his happiest moments. To the Once-ler, Dani was one of the rare few whom he could trust with everything. Aside from his Secretary, and his Assistant, Dani; the lead for Engineering and Design - was the closest to him.  To Dani, she loved him. So dearly, she felt as if she could rip out her own eternal organs and give them to him. She would...she would take her own life if it benefited him. She had never felt this way before. Not over her past lovers, not even her own friends. She felt as if he was everything to her. She had grown so attached, it pained her to think about a life without him.  So she sat in his office, on his lap. She stared at him lovingly. Her face a pastel shade of pink. He stared back at her, his blue shimmering sunglasses elsewhere. He had a loose grip on her waist...He couldn’t believe it. He almost thought he was in the presence of a goddess.  They were a match made in heaven at first - Dani having the ideas, and the brilliance with these products. The once-ler, having the power and the overall money to make her dreams come true whilst making himself the richest man in the lands.  Then? They were birds of a feather. They shared passionate kisses, as their tangled legs had moved in a more comfortable position.  It was perfect. Everything was, perfect. Up until now, as Dani was choking back tears at her envelope she held in her hands. Oh? was she crying tears of joy? inside the envelope was an invitation to a wedding. oh.

...

oh, no.

Her hands shook violently, as she covered her mouth with both hands; dropping the letter. The Once-ler stiffened, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten. She knows. She had collapsed onto her knees. She felt like vomiting. All this time. He was inlove with another. He had a Fiancé.. He led her on. All this time! She shook, staring at her naked body. she never thought she would trust, anyone with her bare body. She felt../like a toy. She felt like a side piece, a purse.

He watched her. He felt himself being drowned and washing up with an intense feeling of guilt. He never meant things to go south. But...He couldn’t find the words to explain himself. His marriage was arranged. He...he never loved his Fiancé. He could only give in, for shame of what his mother would think. After all, she had...given him the idea to cut down the trees in the first place. And look at where it got him! And...the Lorax. but... It didn’t matter anymore. None of it mattered. 

The only thing that did? Danielle. And how...How much this would impact her.

She felt herself on the verge of a panic attack. This was not new. But she had never felt so...so stupid. So ignorant, and so utterly disgusting. She wanted to claw at the skin on her face, tear out her hair. For ever thinking that her life was going to take a turn for the better. She hated herself so much, in this very moment for letting herself go. The Once-ler took a step forward, towards her. But Dani had gathered her clothes, and proceeded to lock herself in his personal office.  He sat outside her door, listening into her quivering sobs. Her sniffles, as he coughed and hiccupped.  Inside, Dani quickly changed back into her attire. She covered her mouth as she stared at the painting of him. She caressed his face and felt the beautiful swirls and paintbrush swishes on the canvas. Artistry was...such a beautiful thing. She couldn’t help but gaze into his eyes. His green eyes, the ones of which she once thought she could stare at for hours.  She felt more tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, as she headed towards the door. She sat on the opposite side of which The Once-ler was sitting. She listened to him breathing. She had suddenly gained the courage to stand and open the door. He quickly looked up, just to have her run past him. He got onto his feet and chased after her. And before she could reach that door, she felt an iron fist grab onto her wrist. She blinked and looked back at him. His face looked so...pained. The same face who had led her on. The same face that she found herself staring at for minutes at a time. When he was outside her office, when he was talking to another, when he was merely listening to her speak about her products and inventions. The same face which she kissed repeatedly. The same in which she could’ve stared at his lips. His lips in which she kissed blissfully. Every single time she had ever kissed him, she felt like she was floating - ascending.  The same face which inflicted this... this pain.  “Dani, I’m...” The Once-ler spoke gently. He wanted to console her, to hold her into his arms again. “I’m sorry.”  Those two words are what broke her. If he was, would he have led her on like this? If he was, would he have just stared at her.  If he was, would he know what to do? If he was, would he have inflicted his onto her? If he was, would he have still have her to keep? Dani shoved her arm away. The Once-ler tried to take another step closer. “is...is it over?” She asked. The word ‘over’ struck The Once-ler like a lightning bolt. If he could, He would want her to stay. But he was hit with too many emotions at once.  She furrowed her eyebrows and had opened the door. “I...I just wish you could’ve loved me. As much as I do love you.” With those final words, she had left. The door shut with a click. There was no going back. She’s gone.

[quill-pen]

"So, what relationships inspire your Ebeness ship?"

^^^(Thinking more of them from the actual novel.) Because you bet your patootie Eb and Bess would go all badass and take on an ancient, dark force of evil and kick its ass together. (Note to self, make an oc to use Anthony Hopkins as faceclaim.)

^^^I've never been an Addams Family fan--just not my cup of tea. But even I'm aware of Morticia and Gomez's relationship. If that ain't Ebeness, idk what is.🥺

This amazing art AND This amazing art

[renee-writer]

My brother and I were talking. We had something unexpected come up. We always seem to, every month or so. He called it a punch. I replied that is true but we have never been knocked out.

It got me thinking. God promises no weapon formed against us will prosper. He doesn't say they won't be formed.

So when trouble comes, we just need to remember, punches will come but we won't be knocked out.

They won't prosper 🙏

[saioshi4]

[sleeplessv0id]

Don't ever be embarrassed about the way you go about giving your love.

Don't ever shy away from your passion.

Don't be ashamed for 'saying too much', or for feeling 'too deeply', for being the one that cares the hardest.

There is no bigger struggle for some than giving affection, allowing themselves to be vulnerable, to open their heart for another.

But there is no stronger pursuit than showing passion.

So yes, learn how to make that dish even though they just vaguely mentioned that it's their favorite. Write them into your poems and share it with them. Go out of your way to make their day better. Send them those edits that make you think of them. Gush about how much you love them, as if your breath is infinite. They suggested you watch a nature documentary about some kind of animal? No, of course, it's not 'too over the top' to handwrite, decorate, and illustrate an unprompted essay written about said creature to present to them. Learn what calms them, be there through it all. Their eyes lingered on something in a store, and they express interest? Easily justifiable to purchase it despite their fuss of saying you don't have to.

There is no casual way to love someone.

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

The showers of Spring

Foreshadow the bloom

Summer will bring

As tears of gloom

Water the fields

Of a life

After suffering