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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year

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Escapology

“The game,” Damien murmured against Lysander’s ear, “is simple. Are you paying attention? I’ll only say it once.”

Lysander twisted his head on the plush mattress, trying to get a good look at the other man behind him. He couldn’t. Damon’s grip was firm on Lysander’s wrists, and the weight of him kept Lysander easily pinned down to the bed. Lysander did his best to pretend he didn’t enjoy that as much as he did.

“I’m going to set the timer for one minute,” Damien said. “And, every time you fail to escape within those sixty seconds, I’m going to make the task more difficult for you.”

“I’m not going to fail,” Lysander said. “Do you seriously still think I don’t know how to get out of a pair of handcuffs?”

“We’ll find out, won’t we?” Damien’s voice was perfectly placid by contrast. “Remember, if you want out, all you have to do is say please.”

“Yeah? How about, ‘screw you?’

“Bit early in the night for that. Maybe I’ll let you if you win.”

“There’s no if!”

Lysander had been working with some variety of lock for almost as long as he’d had proper motor control in his fingers. He’d always had a weakness for locked things, for secrets, and for the physical and mental puzzle of untangling himself out of any situation he’d found himself in. He knew how to get out of something as simple as a pair of handcuffs! And if he did, perhaps, enjoy being restrained it was an enjoyment made greater by the inability to free himself.

He could always free himself.

Maybe, if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t have ended up in this room. With him.

The conversation, in short:

INT: BAR OUTSIDE OF LYSANDER’S SHOW - EVENING

Enter LYSANDER, daring and brilliant young escape artist, who crosses the room through a flurry of impressed fans and people begging to know just how he does it. He comes across a dashingly handsome man in the process of ordering a drink. This is DAMIEN. They look each other up and down, and strike a conversation. It escalates.

LYSANDER

You didn’t enjoy my show?

DAMIEN

Oh, I enjoyed it. But escape artistry is just a con - you always have a hidden way out. A trick.

LYSANDER

You think it’s a trick? I’d like to see you try and hold me!

DAMIEN

Alright.

LYSANDER

Excuse me?

DAMIEN

I said alright.

LYSANDER

You think you would be able to keep me, a professional escape artist, from escaping you? What, do you tie people up for a living or something?

DAMIEN

Yes.

Lysander stares at him.

DAMIEN

I work at Siren, down the road. The BDSM club. I’m a professional rigger.

Lysander continues to stare at him.

DAMIEN

Have I scared you?

LYSANDER

…So when should I come over?

“Do you have any more questions before we start?” Damien asked.

“You could at least cuff my feet for round one. This is just insulting.”

“That wasn’t a question. Do you have any questions?” Damien asked again, this time with an unmistakable amusement.

Lysander shook his head.

Damien pulled back from him and Lysander rolled onto his back. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as Damien reached over and started the timer on his phone. He let the small silver key drop down on the bed.

“Are you not even going to try and hold onto it?”

“55 seconds left…”

Lysander lunged for the key. His hands were behind his back, but he snatched it off the sheets with his mouth and spat it back over his shoulder, only slightly showing off when he caught it deftly. He scraped the silver up against the lock in search of the small hole that would spring him free.

The cuffs clicked loose and he looked up towards Damien with a smirk, somewhere between cocky and disappointed all at once.

“I told you,” he said. “Honestly, after all your talk I thought you might last at least thirty seconds. They pay you for this?”

Damien hummed, not even watching. He was digging something out of his closet.

“You wouldn’t even have got them on in the first place if I didn’t let you,” Lysander added.

“Yes, yes, you’re very impressive. You did miss one detail though...”

Damien turned to face him, and his smirk back was that of a challenge matched.

Lysander’s spine straightened instinctively; a thrill shooting up him, though his brow furrowed with confusion.

“I said,” Damien set a bag down on the bed. “Escape.” He pounced, and Lysander went down again hard with a yelp and a tangle of limbs. He grappled with Damien’s hands, but was shoved down again, relentlessly. His wrists were yanked behind his back and the lock clicked into place. “I didn’t say, ‘get out of the cuffs,’ did I?”

Oh.

Lysander panted for breath, absorbing that new information in with interest. He tried to hold back a grin.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bastard?”

“Usually around the same time they’re begging me for more.”

He still sounded so calm, so implacable. It made Lysander want to wind him up and up and up until he lost it; another puzzle to undo.

“So how am I supposed to win, then?” Lysander asked, musing. “Get off the bed? Get out of the room?”

“Now you’re getting it.” Damien’s hands were busy wrapping a thick belt around Lysander’s arms, clinching them together at the elbow. “Except, of course, for one small thing.” He stepped back, and re-set the timer, eyes full of a dark heady promise. “You’re not going to win.”

***

The alarm sounded.

Lysander was not winning.

Damien had bound his ankles after he lost round two, then his knees after round three. After a round four, he attached Lysander’s wrist cuffs to his ankles and left him in a hogtie.

Lysander had just lost round five.

He curled his fist around the key, not about to give it up without a fight. He didn’t have to. The only thing he’d been tasked to do was escape, not obey, or behave by any means. He scrambled back, keeping his gaze locked on Damien, his mind racing through his albeit limited options. Every time he’d managed to get himself free in time so far, he hadn’t managed to get past Damien.

Damien, who sauntered closer now with the sort of lethal grace more commonly seen in jungle cats.

Lysander swallowed.

“You’re looking tired,” Damien said. “Want to give up?”

“I want to point out that I’ve undone all of your ties.”

“And yet here you are, still helpless on my bed.”

Lysander swallowed a second time, but it didn’t make his mouth any less dry, especially when Damien went and said things like that. His back hit the headboard.

“I’m not helpless.”

“Not yet. We’ll get there, don’t worry.”

“I’m not – I don’t –” Lysander floundered. He didn’t know how to finish without lying and lying was not allowed for safety reasons.

Damien paused at the other end of the bed, considering him in turn.

Lysander realised after a beat that he was waiting for the end of the sentence. He exhaled, and squared his shoulders.

“Well,” he said instead. “I’m not going to just give you the key.”

“Of course not.” Damien said. He had that amusement in his voice again. He grabbed Lysander by the ankle cuffs and yanked him bodily down the bed. “Come here, then.”

It felt like Lysander should say ‘I don’t want to be helpless,’ but that wasn’t strictly true. He just didn’t want to let Damien do it. It was one thing during his shows when the various ties were complex spectacles, when he had to be conscious of nerve damage and height and a dozen different variables all at once. Damien wasn’t picking anything complicated that would be a particular mess to get out of. Perhaps that was the point.

Lysander kicked, all but throwing himself off the bed.

Damien reeled him back, working the key free from Lysander’s grip, before wrapping an arm around him.

“I’ll let you pick your forfeit,” Damien said, softly. “Would you like to be blindfolded, or would you prefer to be gagged?”

Neither concept was exactly new to him. None of this was exactly new to him, and yet it was different. He hadn’t expected how intimate it would feel, or the way that he couldn’t find the steady calm he usually found when he was working methodically free for practice. What he normally did was rote. It was him against something inanimate. Knots could be tricky but they were predictable.

It was impossible to think of Damien as something inanimate. Lysander’s heart raced, and he felt hyper-aware of his every movement, and the warmth of Damien’s hands and the scent of his cologne on the air. It was a little intoxicating.

For the first time, Lysander considered the possibility that he might actually lose this bet.

(He was fine with that.)

***

Lysander couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t move an inch. He was, well and truly, stuck.

Christ he couldn’t remember the last time that happened.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath, his muscles trembling with a peaceful sort of exhaustion. He couldn’t possibly get out of this anymore, could no longer fight, so it was okay to settle. His defiance had splintered. In the dark, he was a creature of sensation alone, world narrowed down, no audience to think of. It was overwhelming and…nice.

He didn’t think he’d get this feeling again.

Damien carded his fingers idly through Lysander’s hair, laying on the bed beside him. He seemed to be taking a moment to catch his breath too.

“Alright?” he asked.

Lysander made a sound of agreement.

Damien’s nail trailed down, curving along the edge of Lysander’s jaw, tipping his head up a fraction.

“I suppose,” he said, “that you are not a total con artist.”

Lysander huffed. He supposed he could say the same about Damien not being completely arrogant coming up to an escape artist and telling him he’d clearly never been properly tied up before.

“Ready to come out?”

Lysander was back the following week.

They both agreed it was simply excellent practice after all.

#for the people who liked half sick of shadows #possibly to delete #idk #i like escapology okay #rivals to lovers #creative wriitng

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capricious-magician · 3 days

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"Numerology is the practice of assigning meaning to (mostly) single-digit numbers and, based on those meanings and some simple calculations, interpreting messages about your life, personality, and destiny."

#all for the game #aftg #kevin day #riko moriyama #the raven king #numerology #brotherhood #Kevin angst #Putting off fully reading the TSC #my poetry #creative wriitng

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joytri · 18 days

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Hey guys! Just came on here to announce that I have designed a few notebooks that you can view here. I just wanted to clarify that there is worldwide shipping available, and you can choose your preferred currency by scrolling down and adjusting your preferences or during checkout. Let me know if you have any questions, I'm super excited for you guys to fill these notebooks up with little poems and illustrations :)

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promptful · 1 year

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Hi! Hope your having a good day, can you write some dialogue based on per say someone going through amnesia or not having a sense of who they were beforehand? It’s alright if you cant or don’t wanna write this

Amnesia/Memory Loss Dialogue

hello! I used my own experiences with memory loss to write this, but I've never experienced amnesia, so forgive the possible misinterpretations and enjoy!

WARNINGS: Amnesia.

1) “Was this mine?”

2) “I don’t… know who I am anymore.”

3) “Is this my handwriting?”

4) “This is your home.” “It’s… odd.” “It was your favorite.”

5) “I’m missing something.”

6) “I feel like I know these people, but I don’t.”

7) “Why can’t I remember? Help me remember.”

8) “You—I know you.”

9) “Married? I was married?”

10) “You don’t have to learn to love me, I just want you to be all right.”

11) “I’m not the same person anymore.”

12) “Tell the story again. I won’t forget this time.”

13) “I remember this feeling.” “What feeling?” “You.”

14) “Wow, you’re—I’m really dating you?”

15) “It’ll take time, but we’ll be all right.”

16) “Show me the pictures. Show me everything. I want to remember.”

17) “You made this for me.” “I did.” “You meant something to me.” “I’d hope so.”

18) “What were we?”

19) “What are we?”

20) “This doesn’t feel new to me.”

21) “I don’t even know who I am. What I did. My friends… my family.”

#dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #writing #writing inspiration #writing prompt #creative wriitng #prompt list #dialogue starters #tw: amnesia #cw: amnesia #story prompt #a.#as.#p.

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femmefatalevibe · 10 months

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I am currently taking a course to start copywriting/editing as a side gig to my main career. I have the basic writing and grammar skills required, so I am taking the course to familiarize myself with the job itself. That being said, do you have suggestions for how I might market those skills after completing this course to obtain some jobs? I have helped friends and family edit documents forever but I have no paid experience. My coworker suggested Upwork, which I might try, but I am still seeking outside suggestions.

Hi love! I would say to create a portfolio of your work/clips from any projects relevant to your industry from school, helping family/friends, or self-created mockups that are similar to the types of work/projects you want to do for clients. I think it's best to take a global/local approach here.

Online, I would market your services on Upwork/optimize your LinkedIn profile to potential copywriting clients in your niche/industry. Creating a website (even a blog if you have the time/energy) also legitimizes your presence. On a local level, I would pitch your local businesses (like coffee shops, hair salons, restaurants, etc. – depending on your niche, definitely do some research to see if they're hiring) to do some initial projects like social media copywriting or website copywriting for them to get your foot in the door (lower rates tend to be part of the game in the initial stages).

Also, I recommend pitching yourself to publications to do some freelance commerce writing in your niche to gain some free (and also paid even if the rates are low) press coverage for yourself. Friends and family/professional network referrals also are a goldmine if you have any available to work with.

Hope this helps xx

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slvttyplum · 4 months

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i think my problem is, when i read other peoples writing and i go to do my own, i often think to myself “wait am i supposed to write about that?”

it’s a bad habit and it’s stopping me from birthing new fics.

even with ideas i’ll be like “wait i wanna write about that too, but they already did it.” its hard out here for a real one fr.

i was good at reading up on tips and stuff and applying it to my writing, but recently it just got worse.

i forgot about everything and how to write about people fucking or people kissing, i think that’s why i’ve been shooting out low quality smut.

cause i’m like “do guys do this?” or “should i keep using this word?”

ITS SO HARD.

i know y’all followed me for the smut but at least listen to me rant once :(

#writers on tumblr #creative wriitng #writerscommunity #female writers #am i supposed to write #writers block #HELP ME #jujutsu kaisen #smut #jjk smut #fics #plums thoughts

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cyramountain · 1 year

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Ayça Ayşin Turan Gifs

#not my gif #gif pack #gifsociety #gifset #female writers #original writing #creative wriitng #fanfic #fancast #faceclaim #ayca aysin turan

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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year

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"Of course they got you in on this."

Their ex - the protagonist wasn't sure how to finish the sentence, but it was something gone and over - held their hands up in a placating gesture. "I don't want to hurt you. Nobody wants to hurt you."

The protagonist backed up another step, low and animal. They wished their heart would agree with their head on the ex part. The over bit. The don't relax at the mere sight of them thing.

"Just let me go then," the protagonist rasped. "I don't want to hurt anyone either."

The antagonist's gaze roamed over them. A small frown creased their brow.

The protagonist snarled. They knew what they looked like, after all. Dirty, worn, wounded.

"No," the antagonist said slowly. Their posture shifted, an agony of protectiveness. "I think this is enough now, and you're going to let me take you home."

"I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"And if you try to run again, if you keep living like this..." The antagonist held out a hand, impossible to refuse. "You'll be hurting me. And we dont want that. Do we?"

The enemy really had been very clever getting the bastard involved.

The protagonist already knew they'd lost.

#heroes and villains #antagonist and protagonist #creative writing #ficlet #creative wriitng #idk #writing

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sweatandwoe · 1 year

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“You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.” — Jack London

#writing advice #creative wriitng #writing #shitpost #we got this quote from sprinto bot have a post

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capsicle13 · 6 months

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I need help trying to figure out what story to update? 🤔

• Tony’s Instagram Stories

• Runaways

•Start Again

•Hiding the Truth

• Learning to Love Again

• Creating Happiness

• A Second Chance

• Undercover

• Love Shouldn’t Hurt

• Artificial Love

• Consequences

• Thing Called Love

• Down for the Ride

•His Omega

•Keep a Secret

• New Beginnings

• Carry The Weight

• A Second Chance at Happiness

#stony #steve rogers #ao3 fanfic #tony stark #stony fic #stevetony #ao3 #posted on ao3 #my wips #fanfic wips #help me #please help #creative wriitng #writingishard #fic writing #writer on ao3 #writers block #help me pick #thanks for everything

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promptful · 1 year

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Hurt no comfort 👀??

Hurt No Comfort Dialogue

yikers there's a lot of warnings. heed them. do not add. you are responsible for the media you consume.

WARNINGS: Forced imprisonment. Cheating. Amnesia. Implied murder. Death. Possible implied toxic relationship. Injuries. Breaking up. Cigarettes. Self-destructive tendencies. Alcoholism. Wowie.

1) “I trusted you.”

2)“I’m sorry… who are you?”

3) “Were we friends?”

4)“Do you even love me?”

5) “What are we now?”

6) “Damn you.”

7) “No feelings involved.”

8) “I never loved you, anyway.”

9) “You’re nothing but a deceitful bastard!”

10) “I don’t know you.”

11) “Erase me from your memory.”

12) “Understand that I don’t care to know you.”

13) “Trust you? Hilarious. Tell another joke.”

14) “Step away from them!”

15) “I loved you.”

16) “You broke my heart.”

17) “Really? You’re cheating on me?”

18) “You liar.”

19) “Give one damn reason to not walk out that door!”

20) “I’m broken. And I don’t intend on being fixed.”

21) “Naïve little thing, aren’t you?”

22) “I thought you loved me.”

23) “If I have to pick me or you, I’m picking you.”

24) “Take this and run.”

25) “Forget about me. It’s for the best.”

26) “They want us to separate. I’m sorry.”

27) “We’re terrible together.”

28) “I thought that I could learn to love you.”

29) “Did our love mean anything?”

30) “I just want what’s best for you.”

31) “Liar. Don’t even try.”

32) “I know I won’t make it.”

33) “Tonight is the last one.”

34) “Pretend for one minute that we’re in love, and then kiss me. One last time.”

35) “I’m keeping you safe.”

36) “You’re hurting me.”

37) “This is killing me.”

38) “This is safe?”

39) “Feelings make things complicated.”

40) “They’re dead.”

41) “I can’t find them.”

42) “What did you do with them?”

43) “You’re shaking.”

44) “I can’t breathe.”

45) “This isn’t home anymore.”

46) “I’m running away.”

47) “I can’t take this.”

48) “Don’t… don’t leave me.”

49) “I can’t lose you too.”

50) “Everyone is hurting me. Can’t you see?”

51) “I’d burn the world for you.”

52) “You never cared about me.”

53) “Promise me this.”

54) “I can’t stand how you’re fighting this alone.”

55) “Why didn’t you tell me?”

56) “Were you going to keep this a secret the whole time?”

57) “I thought we didn’t keep secrets.”

58) “I’m feeling a lot less like your spouse, and more of a convenient thing.”

59) “Look at me, tell me that you love me.”

60) “There’s only so much I can take.”

61) “You’re leaving, again.”

62) “I’m not who you think I am.”

63) “You can’t fix me.”

64) “I can’t pretend that things are okay anymore.”

65)“Leave.”

66) “Don’t come back here again.”

67) “I’m changing my locks.”

68) “Give me my things, and then I’m gone.”

69) “You’ve changed.”

70) “I don’t like who you’ve become.”

71) “Stop believing in them.”

72) “Do you really think that I don’t know?”

73) “This marriage is pointless.”

74) “I want a divorce.”

75) “I hate you.”

76) “You’re nothing to me.”

77) “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”

78) “We need a break.”

79) “Don’t come looking for me.”

80) “You need to get yourself together, or there’s no more us.”

81) “It takes two to make a marriage work, you know.”

82) “I don’t want to talk to you.”

83) “Leave me alone.”

84) “Papers are on the table.”

85) “Give me your ring.”

86) “I just want to go home.”

87) “You’re scaring me.”

88) “Don’t go to bed angry.”

89) “Are you hurt?”

90) “Is that blood?”

91) “What happened to you?”

92) “Who hurt you?”

93) “You’re limping.”

94) “Sit down. Now.”

95) “Why aren’t you sleeping anymore?”

96) “Where do you go during the night?”

97) “Do you think I don’t feel you slipping out of bed?”

98) “Show me.”

99) “I refuse to just sit back and watch you be hurt!”

100) “You’re killing yourself little by little.”

101) “Put down the bottle.”

102) “Don’t light that cigarette.”

103) “We’re breaking up.”

104) “You hurt them. Why?”

105) “They did nothing to you!”

#prompt list #angst #hurt no comfort #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue inspo #creative wriitng #writblr #tw: amnesia #tw: alcoholism #tw: cigarettes #tw: death #tw: abusive relationships #tw: abuse #tw: imprisonment #tw: cheating #tw: injuries #tw: infidelity #p.

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