#writing prompts.

[cowboyboygirl]

23 & 6 for timkon?

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23 & 6 | "Can you just hold me?" & “I've got you."

If Tim were less of a good samaritan, he’d stop volunteering himself for things. This way he wouldn’t be freezing his ass off in Ontario.

An elementary school had gotten caught in the middle of the continental flash freeze that North America is currently experiencing, effectively snowed-in to the extreme. That isn’t the part he’s upset about. No, that would be the glorified babysitting that he and Supernova are currently doing.

Look, he doesn’t dislike kids. In fact, he doesn’t mind these ones at all. He does, however, dislike standing out in the cold with nothing more than his under armor for his winter suit because one of the kid’s warm layers got torn.

Obviously he’s been through much worse; however, he was just cuddled next to Kon in the farmhouse living room, head on Kon's shoulder, on the verge of passing out with his mug of hot chocolate still in his hands. Now, he feels like his legs are turning into icicles. The whole thing is just cruel. Gotham may have its chilly nights, but it’s got nothing on Canada. It takes a lot of willpower to keep his teeth from chattering.

Seemingly taking a break from entertaining the children, Kon waltzes over. He must notice Tim's jittery demeanor; he cocks his head to the side. “You cold, Robbie?” His winter attire consists of a single striped scarf. Damn Kryptonian thermoregulation.

Tim purses his lips. “…No.”

Kon nods. “Alright. I believe you.” He shrugs off his jacket and hands it off to Tim. “Could you keep an eye on my jacket though? For no particular reason.”

“I dunno, I wouldn't want to mess up something so delicate. It is your favorite jacket after all.”

Smirking, Kon moves in closer. “Well, I could always show you how to take care of it. With you being my favorite Robin and all.” He drapes the jacket over Tim's shoulders, smoothing the material as he goes. It sort of swamps him—and probably looks a bit ridiculous over his cape—but Kon smiles like he’s satisfied with his work.

Tim tips his head back to look up at him. “Thanks.” Cowl or not, he’s sure his expression is awfully tender.

Kon finds his hand and squeezes. “Don't mention it.”

“Um, Mr. Nova.” One of the kids has wandered over to them. Tim can only see her eyes over her giant, lime green puffer-coat. Kon does an over-exaggerated sidestep and Tim has to hide his smile in the jacket’s cuff.

“Oh hey, Gabi! Wassup?” Kon sets his hands on his hips and leans forward the slightest bit.

“Well, Rimi told Arti that they were better at four-square than him, and now they’re kinda fighting. So, I was wondering if you could use your magic to make them stop.” Behind her is the telltale sign of a fight; a group of children stand in a circle that Tim can only assume is completely obscuring the squabbling.

Tim raises an eyebrow (not that anyone can see it) as he turns to Kon. “…Your magic?”

“Yeah.” Gabi continues before Kon can interject, “his tact—tack. Uh. His title tetanus…”

“My tactile telekinesis?” Kon offers, looking thoroughly amused.

Gabi nods. “Uh-huh, that. Can you help please?”

Kon smirks. “‘Course I can.” He very dramatically stamps his boot down onto the pavement; Tim sees the crowd disperse as the two children are slid back and away from each other. As soon as they’re set down, one of them scrambles over.

“Gabi, you snitch!” They exclaim as they charge at her, barely catching themself before they barrel over.

Gabi throws her arms out. “You guys could’ve gotten hurt! I was being responsible!”

“Whatever,” they scowl, folding their arms over their chest, "I hope scary-bird-man gets you. And Supernova won’t even save you because that’s his friend.”

“His name is Red Robin, stupid.” The second kid skids to stop behind the first. He turns his nose up. “He said it earlier.”

“I’ll show you stupid—“ They start before Kon pulls them up by their hood. They immediately deflate and stare at him with awe in their eyes; it’s honestly very cute. “Hey, so, let’s not hit Arti. Again.”

“Yeah!” Arti seconds. Now that Tim looks, he recognizes him from earlier. He informed Tim that he reminds him of his cat, and that he should invest in cat ears for his getup.

Gabi frowns. “You literally hit them first.”

He should probably say something instead of standing here awkwardly. “Violence should be a last resort.” Tim tries, causing all the kids to turn their attention to him.

Kon sets the other kid (presumably Rimi) back down. They wrinkle their nose. “Why do you have on Supernova’s jacket?”

Tim blinks, taken aback. Kids can move on from a subject shockingly fast.

Thankfully, Kon answers for him. “Oh, don’t worry. Red was just grouchy because he doesn’t know how to properly bundle up and I had to help him out.” All the kids laugh when Tim scowls in response.

He huffs and raises his shoulders higher for effect. Kon throws him a smaller smile—more personal, just for him—and Tim is very grateful for the fact his cowl covers so much of his face. “Well, not everyone is a solar-powered alien.”

Kon shrugs. “What can I say? I'm so cool, the cold simply doesn’t phase me.”

“Woah, Supernova doesn’t even need his jacket?” Rimi says, “That is pretty cool. Bird man, is it hard being friends with someone cooler than you?”

“I just told you that his name is Red—“ Arti starts; Gabi covers his mouth.

“Eh, you get used to it.” Tim admits. Kon’s face looks slightly surprised before melting into an extremely smug grin.

“Must be hard when you’re bald, though.” Rimi shakes their head. “‘Specially when Supernova has really pretty hair.”

Kon snickers into his hands before, “Aw, thank you! You know, it takes one to know one. Your hair is pretty sick too.”

They smile so wide that Tim knows their cheeks must hurt. “Really?!” Rimi whips their head around. “You hear that, Arti? Supernova complimented me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Duh, I heard him. I'm right here.”

Tim snorts; he’s extremely entertained right now. Arti blinks up at him. “My cat also makes that face whenever he sneezes,” he looks down at his boots as one scuffs the ground, "I miss my cat so so so much...”

“Hopefully you’ll get to see your cat very soon.” Tim tells him. (Last he and Kon checked, there were a few traffic jams that are getting cleared up about now.) He paws through one of his utility belt compartments before he finds what he’s looking for; a single lollipop with a shittily drawn bat emblem on it. “Think this’ll hold you over till then?”

He smiles wide. “Yes! Thank you, Mr. Red Robin!” he very enthusiastically pops it into his mouth before he attempts to tell Rimi what Tim thinks roughly translates to “Who’s winning now?”

Rimi grins at him, all teeth. “Still me!”

Arti frowns. “Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh.” Rimi insists.

Gabi drops her head, places her hands over it. “Guys. Guys, I really can’t do this again.”

The other two completely ignore her, moving back towards the others as they continue. She follows them, whether it’s because she secretly enjoys it or out of obligation if up for debate; either way, she throws Tim and Kon a tired looking expression before she goes.

Tim readjusts the jacket around himself. “That was… something.”

Kon snorts. “Truly. I believe the lovely ladies that frequent bingo would refer to them as ‘a hoot and a half.’”

“I don’t know how you deal with them so easily.” Tim shakes his head.

“Reading stories to kindergarteners a few times a week makes fifth graders seem like a breeze. No hate to the kindergarteners, of course.”

A particularly strong gush of wind comes through and Tim can’t hold back his shiver. Yeah, okay, thanks wind. He remembers why he was hating life earlier. Kon turns to him, cocky as ever. “Still not cold, Rob?”

“Nope.” Tim says through gritted teeth. Another breeze and—he gives up. Before Kon can even say anything, “Whatever. Fine. Just—hold me. Since you’re so cold resistant.”

Kon wraps his arms around him and squeezes; he immediately feels ten times better. But—he doesn’t let himself melt just yet, lest Kon's ego be fed. “Yeah, I got you.”

Tim lets his smile be extremely dorky, knowing that it’s properly covered. “I know.”

[the-grove]

Story where the narration is third person limited, except ocasionally the protagonist ocasionally chimes in and you think, "oh hey the protagonist breaking the fourth wall and having a conversation with the narrator..." and then you find out the narrator is just the protagonists headmate

[sweatforged]

   *     ──     𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙       𝐓𝐄𝐍       ❜    ⟨⟨           𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖸  𝖮𝖥  𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖦𝖤,  𝖨  𝖲𝖤𝖤.  𝖠𝖭𝖣  𝖠  𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳  𝖳𝖮  𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖵𝖤  𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖲𝖤𝖫𝖥.         ⟩⟩ 

the  sorting  hat  definitely  had  a  difficult  time  sorting  silas  into  a  house  -  simply  because  he  combined  the  most  prominent  traits  of  both  gryffindor  &  hufflepuff.  bravery,  chivalry,  the  need  to  prove  his  worth,  chase  greatness  &  at  the  same  time  he  was  hard-working,  dedicated  &  ridiculously  loyal.  but  at  the  end  of  the  day,  the  urge  to  prove  himself  …  won. 

gryffindor  it  is. 

the  same  dilemma  still  applies  today,  though  these  days  with  decades  of  dedication  &  hard-work  behind  him,  the  urge  to  prove  his  worth  -  if  to  a  father  he'd  never  met  &  bravery  upon  facing  dangerous  foes  ..  simply  won. 

an  athlete  at  heart,  silas  would  be  a  dedicated  quidditch  player,  never  scare  away  from  any  challenge  whatsoever  &  proudly  wear  the  gryffindor's  colors  on  him.  he's  got  the  heart  of  a  lion  &  fights  with  the  courage  of  one  as  well.

[ofwickedminds]

did you kill them? // ana

book of night / @calcifydamage

He could say no, he wouldn’t feel even a tiny bit of remorse if he lied but he already knows that she wouldn’t believe him. “ I did. ” He nods, feeling almost proud of himself as he looks around the room at all the bodies on the ground. “ You’re welcome. ”

[out-of-jams]

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

[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? 

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[write-on-world]

[writing-prompt-s]

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

[prompt-heaven]

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

[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

[mischievous-thunder]

What was considered peak masculinity back in the 2000s is now considered as little meow meow energy in 2024

This clearly shows how far we've progressed and become even more improved versions of ourselves.

As for this godly man, he's still as fiery and yet so sweet even two decades later, if not more, as he was all those years ago.

[sweatforged]

   *     ──     𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙        𝑺𝑬���𝑬𝑵        ❜    ⟨⟨           A  WISE  MAN  ONCE  TOLD  ME  BLOOD  DON'T  MAKE  YA  FAMILY.         ⟩⟩ 

(tw mental abuse, cheating on partner, depression)

THE  PARENTS.

Sarah  Rivera  (step-mother)  &  Haruhito  Shindo  (step-father)

sarah  was  born  to  a  couple  of  immigrants  who  gave  her  the  most typical  american  name  in  the  hopes  of  her  growing  up  american.  she  did,  she  did  wonderfully  &  she  grew  up  with  spite  on  her  tongue  &  fire  in  her  heart.  but  life  also  hardened  heart;  painted  by  loss,  disappointment  &  betrayal  when  she  found  out  her  husband  cheated  on  her.  a  single-mother  with  a  daughter  didn't  have  the  easiest  life,  but  then  sarah  met  haruhito.  though  he  introduced  himself  to  her  as  shin.  a  man  with  few  emotions  himself,  they  seemed  to  make  quite  the  pair.

  unfortunately  for  silas.  he  was  raised  their  child instead of his actual mother's  &  sure,  he  often  wondered  why  he  had  absolutely  no  common features with his father,  but  he  ...  didn't  want  to  put  his  finger  on  it.  besides,  he  was  too  busy  trying  to  earn  their  affection.

  those  two  had  -  undoubtedly,  the  biggest  influence  on  him,  but  it  wasn't  necessarily  a  good  one.  sure,  they  raised  him  to  be  hard-working  &  to  never  give  up  no  matter  how  often  your  parents  tell  you  that  you're  a  failure  but  they  also  raised  him  to  believe  that  love  &  affection  were  a  waste  of  time,  a  weakness,  something  nobody  should  speak  about.  both  prudes,  they  raised  silas  in  their  image  while  ensuring  he  knew  that  he  was  meant  to  die  alone,  because  he  never  showed  interest  in  women  &  they  didn't  dare  speaking  out  loud  what  that  meant.

he  wasn't  physically  abused  at  home,  though  they  both  sometimes  felt  a slap  across  the  face  did  wonders  -  it  didn't.  but  despite  that,  they  terrorized  him  enough  for  him  to  leave  the  first  chance  he  got.

  silas  hasn't  seen  them  since  he  ran  away  from  home  to  enlist  in  the  army,  but  he  ...knows  they're  alive.  at  least  they  were  when  he  went  to  camp.  he  hasn't  seen  them  in  over  twenty  years  (the  pics  are  how  he  remembers  them,  hence  them  looking  younger  than  the  definitely  are  now),  though  part  of  him  hopes  that  his  father  at  least  watched  his  fights  on  television  &  that  maybe....  just  maybe  he  felt  that  teeny  tiny  sense  of  pride  whenever  he  watched  silas  win.

  they  are  the  reason  silas  is  ...  who  he  is  up  to  ..well,  some  point.  his  need  for  perfection,  but  at  the  same  time  feeling  that  no  matter  how  hard  he  trains  &  how  well  he  does,  he  can't  reach  it.  his  discipline,  his  smarts,  but  at  the  same  time  the  lack  thereof  &  the  most  important  part  ....  the  lack  of  any  &  all  talent  for  social  interaction  &  a  complete  lack  of  trust  in  people.

he  thought  about  seeing  them  one  more  time  in  case  he  did  die  in  the  name  of  a  father  he  never  met,  but  decided  against  it. 

THE  ALMOST-HUSBAND.

jonathan  sanders  (called  sindra  by  his  army  buddies,  it's  a  long  story)  was  born  into  a  perfectly  christian  family  living on  the  military  in  houston.  there  was  never  a  different  career  path  for  him  to  pursue,  which  left  him  as corporal  of  his  own  little  platoon  at  the  age  of  thirty-seven,  which  was  about  the  time  silas  enlisted &  was  assigned  to  him.  silas,  nineteen &  desperate  for  change,  but  at  the  same  tim  terrified  of  it. 

he  was  a  problem  child,  through &  through.  a  nightmare  to  train,  because  his  body  ...  was  not  meant  to show  just  how  strong  it  could  be.  he  was  not  very  tall,  not  very  heavy,  lanky &  clumsy.  he  looked  like  the  most  delicious  prey  to everybody  on  the  platoon.  they'd  all  been  together  for  two  years  when  he  came  in  due  to...  unforeseen  circumstances.  his  predecessor  died,  another  long  story..  so  fitting  in  was  not  easy,  especially  because  silas  had  never  managed  to  fit  in  before. 

bullying  was  met  with  heavy  resistance,  which  in  return  got  him &  the  corporal  in  trouble,  because  it  was  one  thing  to  hold  someone  down &  tattoo  a  paw  on  the  back  of  their  thighs,  but  it  was  apparently  another  if  you  beat  someone  bloody &  broke  their  nose.  corporal  was not  friendly  about  it,  not  at  first.  scolding &  extra  laps,  hours  spent  together  attending  meetings  &  talking  about his  future  in  the  army, more  training  -  more  workouts...  but  nothing  changed,  not  until  he  caught  them  red-handed. 

it  was  then  that  he  found  a  friend  in  his  superior. or  maybe  a  father  figure. or  ..something  in-between.  they  got  him  started  on  therapy,  meditation,  a  very  clear &  very  strict  schedule  for  the  day,  a  healthy  diet &  at  some  point  ....  he  couldn't  quite  tell  when,  because  he  didn't  even realize  himself...  he'd  fallen  for  his  corporal. 

first  time  he  fell  in  love  (at  least  he  thought  he  did) &  it  was  a  man  who  wouldn't  look  at  him  twice. 

well,  he  did  look. twice. it  was  secret,  it  was  exciting,  it  was  ...warmth  he'd  never  felt  before.  maybe  he  did  have  a  heart.   though  he  also  knew  hell  was  waiting  for  him  for  copulating  with  a  man  as  his  beloved  parents  used  to  comment  upon  seeing  even  just  tiny  hints  on  television. 

&  it  was  great.  silas  was  the  best  babygirl  one  could  hope  for.  even  when  jonathan  almost  killed  him,  thinking  he  worked  for  the  enemy,  silas  ...  stayed.  how  could  he  let  go  of  happiness? he  knew  he'd  never  find  it  again,  but  especially  after  jonathan  had  to  leave  the  army because  of  silas  ...  he  knew  they'd  spend  the  rest  of  their  lives  together. &  he  tried  to  ..be  good. he  found  a  cleaning  job  at  the  local  gym &  made  at  least  some  money. silas  ...had  no  qualities,  no  experiences,  this  was  all  he  could  get,  but  it  was  okay. 

but  with  two  kids  (one  of  them....  is  biologically  his,  though  they  never  officially  wrote  that  down,  because  silas  was  too  afraid  he'd  be  like  his  own  dad),  ten  years &  his  career  as  an  mma  fighter...  their  relationship  struggled.  it  was...  that  feeling  of  not  being  enough  anymore  that  got  him.  he  ...when  he  loved,  he  did  so  with all  of  him,  down  to  the  last  drop  of  blood  in  his  body. 

sindra  had  changed  his  life,  had  shown  him  that  love  is not  a  myth &  that  happiness  could  even  find  someone  like  him.  but  he  also  showed  him  that  love  could  perish  when  there  was  too  much  distance  between  them.  

it  was  silas  who  fell  for  another  man,  it  was  silas  who  was  quite  sure  he  found  actual true  love  in  a  man  he  met  after  one  of  his  gigs,  it  was  silas  who  drank  at  every  party  celebrating  his  victories &  it  was  silas  who  drunkenly  indulged  with  that  very  man  who  did  not  wear  the  opposite  piece  of  the  ring  on  his  ring  finger,  but  it  was  jonathan  who  took  the  kids,  the  dog  &  moved  out  without  leaving  a  way  to  contact  them  when  he  found  out. 

silas  had  always  had  the  talent  to  break  everything  he  touched &  his  relationship  with  jonathan  proved  it.  he  tried  to  find  jonathan  again  for  years,  hoped  to  apologize &  make  amends  even  if  he  didn't  want  them  to  be  together  again.  but  he  was  just  ...  gone.  together  with  their  kids. he'd  ...love  to  hear  from  them,  but  at  this  point  in  time  he's  given  up &  honestly?

they were better off without him anyway.

leaving  his  life  behind  for  camp  was...  easy.  he  had  nothing  left  outside  anyway.

[ofwickedminds]

“  i can take care of myself.  ”

protective prompts / @forbaes

“ I have no doubts about that, love. ” He says while trying to hide his smirk. Would he appreciate a thank you ? Definitely. Was he expecting to get one ? Not anytime soon. “ Are you alright? ” He asks - a bit concerned this time, while checking  her head to toe with his eyes. “ Have you been bitten? ”