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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

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@themaradwrites @pinkevilwriter

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

@wyked-ao3 @badscientist @thebadphilosopher @andromedalestrange

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@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.

[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]

[justapotato89]

i- dreams are so weird. Especially the ones that are like really emotionally saturated, but has an almost liminal space quality to it. Like there's nothing but there's just everything, and i mean everything but its all me. It's like entering into your childhood home, and the walls have memories, the fingerprints of acrylics your mother couldnt remove, stains on the dinner table and on coffee jugs. There's nothing. There's everything. It's all you.

It's so painful too, in a pleasant way. Like one pain distracting you from the other. Usually for me, it's suffocation. It's really pleasant, not in a masochist way, but in a way that it blocks everything else. Like there's something like Baymax sitting on your chest, and it's sad. It's a contemplating, big, sad little thing and its suffocating you and its really painful. Its exhausting you both physically and mentally and you feel lightheaded. Yet you say, "what's wrong little guy?" It doesn't answer. You keep doing that, you're so curious. The pain doesn't hurt. The lightheadedness makes you feel like you'd float away if it wasn't pressing you down. It feels good. Like a support weight. A warm blanket, suffocating, but it helps you stay rooted. Focus on something, makes your body go numb instead of the extreme restless and jittery feeling. You're so curious. You forget the physical exhaustion. You realise that it's you. It's your past, your childhood. Waiting to be comforted. Painted handprints waiting to be made into peacocks and hens with a sharpie. Stains on the table waiting to be drawn into a blurry smiley. It's so intoxicating, to meet yourself. You wanted to say so many things, fix so much. Then you realise, it's a projection. Of now. Of you. All grown up. There's nothing. There's everything. It's all just you. A fractal, a mosaic of your mistakes and loves.

the pain has exhausted you, yet you can remember nothing of the dream. the 8 am alarm says you have 7 assignments due today, and one project.

"that is good writing. also. you are not okay" @iyerta

[boyakishantrinity]

"It is not that humanity is strange. Because what we have done, is nothing new. It is that humanity that chooses to be strange by the very nature of how being weird is, that we appear strange."

Snarling out he words. Bound, arms tied. The girl growling at them with her mask unmovable, their questions left unanswered as they slammed their hands onto the table.

"We hold your people's greatest secret-"

"And yet, you cannot tell anyone. You have not told anyone. And you cannot kill me."

Scowling at the interruption, raising laser pistol, they repeated.

"We hold your people's greatest secret, answer if these Terrans are a danger to the greater Federation!"

Sighing. Raising her hands, the electricity crackling before breaking the magnetic circuit.

"I don't know. Are you a danger to Terrans and your own people?"

"... Answer the question woman."

Guns locked onto the agent, the young woman taking another calm breath as she pushed her ring to her finger.

"Before you die, I will tell you. Humanity is one sick animal. We have and shall kill any who harm us. I am no longer a part of the UEN, as a privat faction. Well, most humans will help any and all regardless of how worthless it may be. If you harm us, or your people in unforgivable ways..."

Growling, lizard folk snarling at the blonde dark skinned woman. Looking calmly back, she rubs her wrist. Skin morphing, melding back into her traditional form. Body practically shimmers as the delegate takes a step back.

Glancing to his comrades, all equally puzzled as the Terran changed. Her body appearing more Merian, with scales, a strong tail yet human. Arm growing tentacles, muscles shifting into a compact mass of strength.

"... You. You're not..."

Muttering their words, she draws a box from the ring. Shimmering silver, shaking her head as she presses the red button.

"What it means to be human is not just species."

Radar went crazy. Sensor detecting movement from outside as dark shadows coalesced into some king of physical mass. Sensors on nearby ships and cities picking up the disturbance as someone drew a gun to her head.

"Hands in the air. Sit down. Recall those. Things."

Still, we stood. Paused in place as something struck the outside of the ship. Dark shadows glitching out the cameras as more masked figures pulled out drills. Arms shifting, tools opened as the outer layer were pulled back. Doors pressurising inner segments as she looked back.

"Or what? You'll kill me?"

Her body twitched, eyes kept unmoving from her position, fists clenched as her cape draped behind her back. Her shotgun aimed back at her. Captain watching cautiously as the inner wall breached.

"... Sit. Down."

Looking at him, eyes slow as they watched the Galvin try to force her. A small tentacle appeared on her side. Reaching out, raising the weapon's trigger. Another pushing a shell into the gun, loudly loading the weapon.

"Can't even threaten someone properly. How pathetic. "

She wasn't just unafraid. She was abrasive to being threatened. Not bothering to hide from the firearm, glaring back as the strange Terrans dropped in, setting up barricades and structures within the outer sectors. Leaving cameras, shooting defensive sections.

These. They looked like black ops of the Terrans. A private army, waiting for something, I looked to the other screen.

"... So? We outnumber any reinforcements you bring. You have only given us more hostages, our technology-"

"is child's play."

Twisting the ring, one hand over the top. The Terran's finger seems to fade behind the ring, pinching something as she gripped out the end of a sword. Arms pulling apart, a spear ripped out from her sleeve. The magic trick then snapped. Midway through pulling, her sleeves dropped . The weapon wasn't from her sleeves, and it wasn't magnetic or any kind of trick.

By all allusion, she was pulling out something from her ring.

"... How. Did you do that?"

She looked at the lizard man. The Merians were a race of humanoid lizards folk who'd evolved to live in space and planets. More logical by nature, their emotions were kept to those in private.

What was before them. Was not human. Or Terran.

Calm in the face of death, danger or anything. Uncaring for life yet compassionate, if this was one of the subspecies of the Terrans. They'd have to annihilate them, strong, intelligent, petty. It'd be safer for everyone if they were removed.

"... Y'know, I really. Really. Hate cowards."

Speaking, gripping the hilt, the air shifted as the outer teams started to stir. A lot less relaxed, looking outside, their pale glows growing stronger into a mass of light as something moved forward.

"... Sir?"

"... I think. This is how it ends."

Sitting down, the ship pausing as something ripped open reality.

"Did someone just shoot MY brat?"

Head pushed against the wall, pink hair draped from behind the mask. Her stomach blown open, regenerating from the strike. Several Merians were smashed into the wall, her spear pinning her to the wall as the camera began to glitch out.

"... She- she struck first."

The body flickered. A young girl appeared before them. Smirking. Breathing slowly. She looked to them.

"You only see what you want to see."

Collapsing, the matter shifted. Flames curling, lighting wrapping the ship.

"... And that's it?"

Looking at the papers. It was ridiculous, a Warl ship had not only been destroyed by a force under twenty. But the crew were found ripped onto the walls, just barely alive and conscious. Bullet holes covering the ship, clear evidence of a Terran brought in, beaten and the crew members killed.

"... Yes."

Leaning forward, tossing the paper down.

"Ready the troops, I want everything on them."

"... Sir?"

Turning to his harem, grasping one by the arm. Silent as he replied.

"I want everything on these Wolves."

The engraving burned on the ship's corpse, if it wasn't obvious enough. The Terrans weren't united, there was another group. And now there was a question.

How did the Galvins lose a ship so far within its empire without any true problem?

What exactly could the Terrans hold, if it was the Terrans like the rumour said?