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[fairydrowning]

"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."

– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[writers-potion]

do you have any dialogue prompts for enemies to lovers (like the stages separately)? thanks

Enemies-to-Lovers Dialogue Prompts

A mix of prompts from: @celestialwrites, @corvase, @novelbear, @unboundprompts and myself, @writers-potion

1. Making the Enemy

"Cry me a river and drown in it."

“You are a mockery of philosophy.”

“You are truly pathetic if you thought I’d ever rely on you."

“Oh bravo! No one cared.”

“You’re nothing, you were nothing even to your mother/father.”

“You’re on a path of self destruction and I’m not going to stop it."

“Having you around is just like having a nightmare I can’t wait to wake from.”

“what even is the point of you?”

2. The Clash

"I've met a lot of funny people in my life, but you... you are the most hysterical."

"I'm not trusting someone who looks like... that."

"I can't wait to wipe that wicked smirk off of your smug face."

"You know if you do this, you'll be fucked too, right?"

"Am I being too rough? Well, I'm only getting started."

“i think we’re friends now.” “God, don’t say that.”

“everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?” “isn’t it for you, too?”

“h—” “don’t talk to me.”

“i’d pay good money for you to admit you tolerate me.” “tolerate being the operative word.”

“why can’t you open up to me?” “why do you want me to?”

3. A Shift In the Air

“i realise that i am clearly irresistible but..why did you choose to act on all the flirting now?”

“wanna do it again?”

“should we like. talk about it”

“you’re..extremely red” “shut up” “like actually vermillion” “go to hell”

“are we about to kiss right now” as a joke, but then the other character actually leans in

“look since the events of last night i can safely say that i have discovered multiple new techniques to shut you up, and i am not afraid to use them”

“this never happened” “consider it forgotten” proceeds to happen many times after

4. Being Vulnerable/ Losing for Love

“Since when did you ever care about me?!” “Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!”

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?” 

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”

“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”

"shut up and kiss me"

"such a pretty liar mhmm"

“We might have been wrong.”

5. Lovers At Last

"you want me?" "you know i do"

"i hate you." "hate and love, what's the difference, darling?"

"i want to stab them, i want to shoot them, but my fucking god i want to kiss them too."

"you better kill me soon because it's the only way you will ever be able to keep me away."

"what are you doing?" "asking you to marry me? daggers and all."

[sanelyinsanemiss]

In English we say: "I need you to stay."

But in poetry we say: "Don’t leave me to the echoes of your footsteps. Stay, even if it’s just in silence, because your presence is the only thing that makes the emptiness bearable."

[pinkcreamypeach]

I wrote this last night, so I figured I'd just post it here, heh..

Do you think he even understood what death was? Maybe he didn’t fully comprehend it at the time. He knew Maria had a condition, but could he truly understand the weight of what that meant? It’s painful to think about him being younger than Maria, completely unaware of what death even was, until that tragic moment.

Shadow never said "Maria was killed"; he always said "Maria was taken away from me," which speaks volumes. He had no idea what was happening. He was just a child, in a way… even though he wasn't technically a baby, considering his lack of age. But the idea that Shadow didn’t grasp the concept of death is heartbreaking.

When Maria was killed, Shadow was technically younger than her. He probably had no understanding of death. Shadow never said "Maria was killed"—he always said she was "taken away from me." He was a "tube baby," raised in isolation on the ARK with limited knowledge of the world outside. His only real connections were to Maria and Gerald, who cared for him and taught him what they could. He was still a child when he witnessed Maria's death, helpless in his tube as she was gunned down.

He was created to help Maria with her condition—Neuro-Immuno Deficiency Syndrome (NIDS), a rare and terminal disease. Gerald loved his granddaughter so much, he wanted to save her, and that's why Shadow was created as part of the project that became his namesake. Unfortunately, the government saw Shadow as a threat to humanity, and their actions destroyed everything he had known.

In the end, Shadow was just a child, a creation who had found a family. He had a big sister, Maria, who was tragically "taken away," and he could do nothing to stop it.

Shadow is doomed to suffering in every universe. His happiest life would be one where Maria never died, yet he was created for her—so his truest happiness would have been one where he was never born at all.

Maybe in some alternate reality, he could finally find peace, with his family, with Maria—but in this reality, he will never have that. Instead, he will continue to hurt, to relive the trauma of losing everything aboard the ARK. No amount of time will heal that wound. Frozen for 50 years, the pain of Maria's death feels like it happened only moments ago. When he finally escaped the tube, all he wanted was revenge.

And who could blame him for that?

[nirmiti]

Somewhere between letter number one and letter number twenty-four, I'd fallen in love with her. Fallen for her words, her strength, her insight and kindness, her grace under impossible circumstances, her love for her children, and her determination to stand on her own. I could list a thousand reasons that woman owned whatever heart I had.

- The Last Letter

[boyakishantrinity]

Human delegate: ... Yeah we can't. Do any of that.

Alien delegate: ... Excuse me?

HD: ... We can't stop working with the criminals.

AD: ... Then you are-

HD: It's not that we are uncivilized, it's just the worst in society built a whole system and the current ruling class. One, contains some of our most elite humans who follow the system they exist within our system.

AD: System? *Eye twitch*

HD: yep. Criminals made their own rendition of society.

AD: But these are criminals, should-

HD: We treat the criminals as their own internal government, and while I only represent humanity, you'll eventually meet a delegate from the underground.

AD: ... And why would I converse with them?

HD: ... Well, if you don't converse with them. I'll have to organise another meeting.

AD: ... *Jaw slowly closes* ... I doubt your human underground is that connected.

HD: *shrugs* not my problem. I'm here to confirm our relationship is understood. You're the third delegate to come here.

AD: ...

HD: They didn't tell you much, but either way. It's not my problem.

[creators-club]

Welcome to the Storyteller Saturday event. Please refer to the project we did 'Meet the Character / Project' for everyone's talking point, if it is a day where you are encouraged to send asks about characters.

How to participate: Send an ask to a fellow member starting with "Happy STS" and ask about their storytelling.

Please tag @bardic-tales after you make your post or answer a question, so I can upload it both to @creators-club and @bardic-tales. For any additional questions, how to join, or info, please see our guidelines post for the club. Thank you.

Current members:

@bardic-tales @megandaisy9 @watermeezer @littleshopofchaos

@nightingaleflowlibrary @kricketbee

@themaradwrites @pinkevilwriter

@serenofroses @asirensrage @aalinaaaaaa @goldenlilium-ocs @glbettwrites

@wyked-ao3 @badscientist @thebadphilosopher @andromedalestrange

@fantastictrashpolice @seastarblue @happypup-kitcat24 @chickensarentcheap @allaboutmagic

@ryns-ramblings @kathaliabloodyrose @riemmetric @andromedaexists @kckramer

@tales-from-nocturnaliss @pastelpinkhobbies @idonthaveapenname @the-bar-sinister @rosesonkittens

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@viscerawrites @ellowynthenotking @dawsonskyelar @greenapplespider

@edupunkn00b @the-duke-of-nuts @exclawshou @karkkidoeswriting @meerawrites

@theglitchywriterboi @mayarab @memento-morianon

[lostillusionstuffs]

The feeling of being called "ma'am" >>>

[gor3sigil]

“Me, Myself and I”s

When I was a kid, I was reckless. I was playing around, my long hair free as soon as mom turned her back and head first in the bushes. I found a hole in the cypresses around our home where nobody could see me, but light was passing between the branches. I called it my clearing and I would go here everytime I could. I imagined that every little particle floating around me was a fairy, that this place was their home, and that to go here and see the fairies meant that you were special and the fairies deemed you worthy.

When I was a kid, I stay locked in the house because my mother was scared I’d get sick. While she was ironing clothes I sat on the floor and looked at her while listening to the radio. Or I helped her and dusted the floor with a broom. I remember that every wednesday afternoon, the sky was gray. The lights were yellowish in my parents bedroom. The singer in the radio sang a breakup song. And my mother sang along.

When I was a kid, I was lively. In family gatherings, I loved to chat with every adult, hopping on knees after knees to tell stories that popped in my mind like fireworks. I could make out the craziest back stories about any piece of jewelry, every rock, every tree, always something to do with magic and heroes in ancient caves plotting an attack against some evil forces. A red or orange ring was the Ring of Fire, an odd shaped rock was an artifact belonging to a civilisation that didn’t exist anymore, a pretty flower was to be infused in hot water to cure illnesses. And I drew these sacred objects in action, giving away pieces of my imagination to amused people or making amulets for them to wear and have good luck.

When I was a kid, I was jaded. That’s what one teacher said to my mom when I was in 1st grade. That’s what another wrote in my report card in 2nd grade. During recess, I went to sit alone against the school gates and watched as my imaginary friends were playing outside, calling me, asking me why I couldn’t go with them. I was distracted and easily startled. But I was often praised for how calm I was. How you couldn’t hear me. If you put me in a place without toys and with only grown ups around, I’d go in a corner, sit and hum to myself until it was time to go. The only issue was getting me to break from my daydreams.

When I was a kid, I was blunt. I spoke my mind, sometimes a bit too much. That was how I made friends. I’d go see a little girl crying and told her how pretty she was, then we’d be playing together like nothing happened. I could spot someone who needed help just looking around in the room and go ask if I could give them a hand. I was generous and loved to make little gifts for the people I loved, for kids who needed comfort, for parents who let me stay at their house to play with a friend. Everyone was welcomed in my heart.

When I was a kid, I was gloomy. I was often busy, alone, in a corner of the playground, talking to myself, rocking back and forth, shaking my head when one of my invisible mate would say something stupid. I laughed out loud to nobody, and when asked what made me laugh, I’d lock myself back in my mind without answering. I let people walk over me. I got my favourite toys stollen. A boy I didn’t like would sometimes take me by the hand to a hidden corner and kiss me on the mouth, even forced his tongue in it a couple times. My mother called me a disgusting bitch.

When I was a kid, I was an orphanage. When I try to remember it’s like my brain is split in two. Which kid was I ? The bubbly one, the empty one, the angry one ? Was it me who shout at my brothers and sisters ? Was it I who laughed while watching cartoon ? Did I cry myself to sleep ? Was I the one who comforted me ?

Why is my mother so warm and feels so safe in one memory but if a child-me draws the scene she has red glowing eyes and sharp fangs like she’s going to eat me ? Why is my father ugly and scary and screaming in my mind while another child-me cries for him to take me in his arms and never let go ?

Grown up me doesn’t know how to tell a story, because there’s a thousand I shouting to tell their sides everytime “I” try to. And I’d give anything for my brain to be a pile of books I could read, sorted by authors: me, myself, and Is.

[sparkandashes]

People are just a part of my life and none of them could be my life. Some brought me smiles, some made me cry, some helped me, some didn’t care or try, but nobody touched my heart how I wanted. After so much chaos and noise in my life, now peace is all I want. That’s the only priority. Money is good. Friends are fine. Words comfort. But if there’s too much noise, I forget to live, I get lost, I lose my energy, I lose it all. God, give me peace, keep me away from the chaos, I don’t want to shine if it brings me no inner joy, I want no limelight, no appreciation, no love, no memories, just let me breathe without wanting to cry. That’s all I want as long as I am alive.

-Sparkandashes

[myladytara]

মেয়েটা অদৃশ্য চিঠি লিখে!

হুমায়ুন আহমেদ এর "শুভ্র" পড়ে দেখি শুভ্রও লিখে। অদৃশ্য চিঠি নাম সেখানেই পাওয়া। এই নাম জানার আগে আমি এর নাম দিয়েছিলাম অজানা চিঠি।

এই চিঠি লিখতে কাগজ-কলম টেবিল কিছুই লাগে না। এমন কি যাকে লিখছে তার সামনে বসে লিখলেও টের পায় না। এই চিঠির শুরুও হয় সাধারণ চিঠির মতোই!

যেমন,

প্রিয় বন্ধু _____

সময়টা আনন্দের কিন্তু তুই থাকলে পরিপূর্ণ হতো, 'to be continued'...

কোনোদিন যদি কোনো ম্যাজিক হয়ে অদৃশ্য চিঠি অডিও হয়ে যায় কিছু মানুষ অবাক হয়ে দেখবে তাদের অস্তিত্বের জন্য কেউ আল্লাহর কাছে শুকরিয়া আদায় করছে,তাও তার পাশে বসে!! তোমরা কেউ এই অদৃশ্য চিঠিলিখার অভ্যাস করিও না। যে চিঠি প্রাপকের কাছে পৌছায় না, যে চিঠির উত্তর আসে না সে চিঠি বর্জনীয়।

তোমাদের জীবনে অনেক সুখ আসুক। ঈদ আনন্দে দিন কাটুক!

[fairydrowning]

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

– Franz Kafka

[reality-detective]

My "Bullshit Meter" is constantly pegged. 🚩

Everything is bullshit!

We all know there's a bunch of bullshit happening and the shit is in our faces, while silently, behind the scenes, other shit is happening.

The mainstream news is a manure spreader flinging bullshit everywhere.

The politicians are so full of shit, when they open their mouth it's nothing but bullshit, the judicial system dishes out shit to the lawful, as the lawlessness bullshit continues.

Is it real shit or fake bullshit?

I never thought I'd see so much crazy-ass bullshit happening all at once, I'm blinded by some seriously thick shit.

We don't belong to either club, we're fed tidbits of shit from one club to keep us halfway sane as we put up with the other clubs bullshit as this unbelievably shitty psychological war continues.

Some days, it's all I can do just to keep MY own shit together.

I guess all we can do is gather knowledgeable shit so our minds don't become filled with bullshit.

One day this shit will be over and we will finally be able to flush the bullshit and breathe a sigh of relief.

Humanity will be able to move forward and clean up the bullshit that the satanists destroyed in this realm.

Don't hang onto shit, let the bullshit go.

On one hand, we know some shit and on the other hand, we don't really know shit.

Frankly I think we all had enough bullshit?

What we need to do is pull ALL our shit together and stand up, let's put an end to all the endless bullshit. ⚔️🛡️🇺🇸

- Reality-Detective

06/25/2023

[sanelyinsanemiss]

Memory is a burden.

[pinkcreamypeach]

Rainy with a touch of good

(Characters - Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, & King toadstool (Peach's father)

@bberetd @peaches2217 @maceincognito @house-of-xiii @magnas27 @keylovesstuff @supergay-64 ((Sorry for the late post 😢))

It was a dark and stormy day as the lonely princess lay alone in her bed, idly staring out at the rain. Suddenly, she heard a soft knock at her door.

"Come in," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The door creaked open, revealing a sleep-deprived king with dark, tired eyes. His hazel irises shone dully in the dim light, his hair a mess of golden locks, and his royal robes hanging loosely about his exhausted form.

Despite her worries, the princess couldn't help but feel a twinge of happiness at the sight of her father. His warm smile brought a glimmer of light to her troubled thoughts, even though she couldn't help but notice that he looked as though he hadn't slept since her mother fell ill.

As the king approached her bed, she started playing with her fingers, her mind racing with thoughts of what the future might hold.As the storm raged on outside and the king sat by his daughter's side, the two remained in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and worries. The only sound in the room was the gentle patter of the rain against the windowpane and the occasional thunder that rumbled in the distance.

"..My little sugarplum," the King began, his voice soft but laced with concern.

"I'm sorry I haven't been there for you. You see, things have been hectic lately in the kingdom, and your mother unfortunately fell ill. It's been tough on me, trying to keep things together for the both of us. But I know you're strong. You'll get through this."

Peach looked up at her father, her face contorted with worry. She had always known her mother to be strong and active, so to see her like this came as a shock. She could see the pain and guilt in her father's eyes as he spoke, and she wanted nothing more than to put his mind at ease.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder could be heard echoing through the room, making the situation feel even more intense. The rain poured down outside, adding to the already unsettling atmosphere. Peach's grip on the bed sheets tightened as she tried to come to terms with reality.

"Papa, what's going to happen to Mom?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The King looked down at his daughter, his heart aching for her. He longed to take away all of her pain and suffering, but he knew that wasn't possible. All he could do was be there for her, to support her and love her.

"My dear girl, let me assure you that your grandfather, the most talented sorcerer in the land, is doing everything in his power to get your mother back to full health. He has never let our family down and always rises to the occasion when the situation calls for it. He's a great man, and we're lucky to have him in our corner."

He kissed her forehead. "You may not know this, my precious Peach, but you're important to everyone, not just as a princess but first and foremost as my daughter. My flesh and blood. I may be hard on you at times, but it's only because I have high expectations for you. I know that things may not be great right now, but I promise you, they will change. I swear it."

As he spoke, the King felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders and the weight of fear for his wife's well-being.

Before he could continue, one of his guards called to him for something important. He sighed, his heart heavy, and stood up, gently rubbing Peach's cheek. "You're growing up to be an amazing young lady," he said, his voice filled with pride. "I'm proud to have created something so beautiful with the woman I love, and I know that you'll make a fantastic queen one day."

"I love you, Papa," she whispered weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, sugarplum," he said as he gently closed the door, sighing with frustration. There was so much he wanted to do for her, but he knew that his duties as a ruler and a provider often took precedence over his duty as a father. It was a weight he carried every day, one that he was often unable to shed.As he left her bedroom, he was filled with a sense of unease. He knew that she was struggling, that she was hurting.But he was called away, and he had to go. The last thing he wanted was to leave her alone, but his duties as a king demanded his attention.

She took refuge in her favorite book, a fairytale of Sleeping Beauty. She had read it twenty times in the past few months, escaping into the world of fiction to take her mind off her painful reality. But a loud knock on her window took her out of her daydreaming, and she froze in fear. Her room was high up, far from the grass, and she was unsure of what was making the sound.She hid underneath her bedsheets, trying to muffle the sounds of the storm and the unknown intruder. The thunder and the knock combined to create an unsettling atmosphere, and she was scared. She waited, holding her breath, praying that nothing bad would happen.

She shook with fear, terrified that she was being haunted. With trembling hands, she desperately prayed to herself, hoping that whatever was out there would leave her alone. She never should have taken off that necklace, she thought, a panic rising within her. Was this a punishment of some kind? Why did this have to happen to her? She had always been a good girl, she told herself, pleading for mercy.

"Hello!?, I'm freezing out here!" Feminine voice called out, another loud bang accompanied it. "I know you're in there!”

And then she heard a familiar voice, one that brought confusion.It was Princess Daisy of Sarasaland.Her eyeliner running down her cheeks, her green eyes cat-like pupils constricting in the storm. Reflecting the Lighting glows clearly. She was holding a fish in her mouth, her fangs piercing the skin, blood trickling out. Her hands were on the glass, and her wet brown skin was soaked from the rain.The sight of Daisy's bloody fangs and fogged-up window was horrifying, but Peach couldn't leave her stranded in the pouring rain.

She slowly moved to the window, wrapping the blanket even tighter around herself, and opened it for Daisy to enter.Daisy fell face-first into the floor, giving a muffled squeak and a loud grunt of annoyance.Her clothes were drenched same as her skin.

"Are you- " Peach started to ask, but Daisy cut her off, quickly getting up and flashing a thumbs up. She had a huge smile on her face, revealing her blood-stained teeth to her.

"I'm fine!" Daisy exclaimed

Peach couldn't help but panic at the sight of the bloody teeth. She quickly went to her dresser to find a towel, eventually finding a fluffy, pink towel. She came back to Daisy, wrapping it around her tightly to try to dry her off.

"Why can't I have an orange towel?" Daisy complained.

"Because I'm being generous enough to try to dry you off," Peach snapped back. "You're freezing cold, why on earth are you here? It's late, and storming! And most importantly, why are you here? I'd like an explanation now!"

Peach crossed her arms, waiting for an answer from Daisy.

Daisy rolled her eyes as she leaned down, taking a bite of her raw fish. Peach looked on in disgust as she watched the princess devour the fish right in front of her. It took two minutes for Daisy to finish her meal with a loud gulp and an even louder burp.

"You're name is Princess Peach, right? Like the fruit..?" Daisy asked, picking at her teeth with a fish rib bone. But Peach didn't have time to answer as Daisy immediately followed up with another question.

"Were your parents hungry when you were born?" she asked before flicking the bone out the window and watching it make a sharp whistle as it fell.

Peach was starting to lose her temper, her face turning red as she raised her voice. "Of course not!. Why are we talking about names?! Can you just answer my question already!”

Daisy leaned back on the floor, nuzzling into the towel and blowing strands of hair out of her face. "I wanted to be alone for once, so I snuck out," she said bluntly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "I found a tube, went inside it, and came across a nasty storm. But I caught a fish during it, then I saw the mushroom kingdom. I went through it and then saw your window. I would've sneaked inside, but I heard you and your father talking, so I knew you were here. And that's why I'm here."

Princess Peach's mouth slowly dropped open in shock as she listened to Daisy's story. "Wait, you went out alone?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Mhm," Daisy said, as if it were no big deal.

"Don't you realize how dangerous that was? You could have been caught by our guards or caught a fever from the storm. And eating raw fish can give you anisakiasis. You know, a parasitic disease caused by ingestion of raw or improperly prepared fish, especially fresh tuna and mackerel."

Daisy looked confused. "What..?" she asked

Peach sighed, realizing that she had gone off on a tangent. "Nevermind.” Getting up to a second bed for Princess Daisy on the floor of her room. She carefully selected the pillows and blankets from her own bed to ensure that Daisy was comfortable. As Daisy watched peach make up the bed, she felt a bit awkward. Once the bed setup was finished, she eagerly went over to her floor bed and fell asleep immediately. However, to her surprise, her snoring did not disturb the mushroom princess at all. Exhausted, Peach blew out the candle in her room and then went to bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Upon waking up the next morning, she found an empty floor bed but with a note on the pillow. Peach yawned loudly, going over to pick up the note.

"Dear Princess,

I'm sorry for not being good at writing letters, so this will be short. Thank you for letting me stay here last night. Your hospitality meant a lot to me and I'm grateful for being treated so kindly. Maybe it's because I am also a princess, but it certainly made me feel better. I apologize for being a weirdo, too.As a token of gratitude, I wanted to give you a gift. Hope you slept well. You smell like flowers and your hair has an unusual vanilla fragrance.

Sincerely Daisy”

Peach couldn't help but roll her eyes and smile as she took a closer look at the letter, placing it in her fairytale book. She looked out the window at the morning sky, which was slowly becoming brighter, as if the sun was trying to break through the clouds. The clouds were turning white, and the light was shining through them. Peach decided to get everything cleaned up, but she couldn't stop thinking about the strange girl. Maybe they'd meet later, but right now, Peach had to focus on her family. She closed the door behind her and headed out, prepared to face whatever challenges came her way.

THE END