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serickswrites · 9 months
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Come With Me
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Warnings: violence, destruction, fire, mayhem
Hero’s heart thundered in their chest. The building was on fire, the ground shaking violently, and Superhero was nowhere to be seen. How had everything gone so wrong? Where was their mentor? Had they been abandoned?
Villain’s ploy to cause massive destruction had been successful. This warehouse, a vital structure to Superhero’s operation, would be a total loss. All Hero’s work for months gone up in smoke. 
Hero felt anger bubbling in their gut as they thought of Villain. Villain had been their friend. Had been Superhero’s apprentice with them. Until Villain betrayed them all and left. And had been fighting against Superhero ever since. 
Hero realized that they weren’t going to be able to get out of the building. Terror gripped their heart as they realized this was the end of the line for them. And Superhero hadn’t been able to save them. 
“Come with me if you want to live,” Villain’s soft voice came from behind Hero. 
Hero spun around, glaring at Villain as they spoke. “Why? Don’t you want me dead?”
Villain’s dark eyes searched Hero’s face. “Is that truly what you believe of me?”
Hero started to try and call on their power. If they were going to die here, perhaps Villain should come with them. “You’re the one who left us. You’re the one who’s been fighting against us!”
Villain grabbed Hero’s hand. Their hand was surprisingly rough against Hero’s soft palm. “I’ve been fighting for you, Hero. You have to trust me.”
Hero pulled against Villain, trying to break Villain’s hold on them. “Let me go!”
Villain shook their head. “I won’t let you die here.” And they teleported Hero and themself out of the fiery inferno. 
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I'm currently outlining a sci-fi novel. It happens on a far future where some ecological problems are appearing, but I don't want to make it a dreadful dystopian thing in the whole story, I feel like there should be room for heartwarming moments. Do you have any advice on how to balance the stress of those big and complicated problems with moments of hope and kindness without making the external conflict feel like it's not a big deal?
I'm not sure if my English is good enough, but don't worry. I'm competent in my native language for sure.
Balancing Light Moments with Darker Themes
Even The Hunger Games--a dystopian tale where a corrupt and oppressive government forces teenagers to fight to the death in a televised event--has its lighthearted moments. In fact, even in the real world, joy and humor can find its way into the most grim backdrops. This photo of some smiling London moms taking a walk after the Blitz in World War II is a great example:
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So, it's important to remember that humans are capable of joy, love, and humor in the darkest of moments. The key is to find the right time for lighthearted moments and the right timing for humor. If your characters are in the middle of a magic battle that's not going well, that's probably not a good time to have one of those moments where two love interests talk at the same time and then look away bashfully. Or, another example: in a book I read ages ago, the characters were attempting a very dangerous escape from the villain. I think a character had been lost in the face-off prior to the escape, and it was very sad and scary, but as they're escaping one character stopped to admire another character's cute purse. It was so silly and out-of-place with the mood in that moment, it pulled me right out of the story. That said, to work in your lighthearted moments, mainly look for "down time" where characters are catching their breath, maybe resting or gearing up for what's to come.
Humor, on the other hand, can usually be injected even at the worst possible moment if the timing, delivery, and character are right. I think Marvel movies do this exceptionally well. This is why it's helpful to have a character who's capable of injecting a little humor and wit when it's needed.
One other way to inject a little lightheartedness into your story is to look for "silver lining" or "on the bright side" moments. These don't have to be commented on necessarily, but they can still be shown. For example, let's say your character's city was ravaged during an attack by people from another planet. Maybe in the aftermath of the battle, after people have begun to rebuild, there are vegetable gardens where crowded city streets used to be. Or, maybe a character who lost their significant other in the battle is seen getting cozy with a character who was previously single and known to be a little bit lonely.
The key with all of these is to not overdo it. Use your gut instinct to find the right moments, and the right types of moments, to lighten things up a bit.
Happy writing!
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davidstraange · 5 months
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Crash, 2023
TW: Death, Despair, Emotional wounds, OBE
“Does my happiness make you uncomfortable? I lost it all and I would do again for the peace of mind I have today.
I died at the wheel mid uturn from stress, I think my heart collapsed from extreme amounts of stress, my hair is mostly grey and I woke up in a car accident with my car totaled. I was so happy to wake up and feel all the weight leave my body, which left everyone befuddled. I saw them when I made that U-turn, those angels and demons, that bright light and the spark that set my mind on a path to freedom. You don’t scare me because I saw THEM and I got in touch with something I always felt lingering in the air. That spirit returned to me and I realized… When Im down its a constant dismissal of how I feel, when Im up its fun, lets hang out, party, great time. So I keep to myself, I didn’t say anything because no one would believe me, and I don’t care. I saw it and Im living proof. My passion for what I’m doing is insurmountable. Im healing myself and setting boundaries on my emotional health. “
- davidstraange
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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year
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Short Prompt #3
TW: Destruction, blood, screaming mention
Bits of shrapnel and rock fly everywhere, and tendrils of smoke seem to snake up from the ground. The sounds of screaming civilians and wailing sirens echo through the air. A gaping hole is burnt into one section of the asphalt road, the size of a small crater.
A tall figure, dressed all in black, so menacing that the mere sight of them sent people scrambling away in fear makes their way down the completely demolished street, glass crunching under their boots.
Lowering the hood of their cloak, they saunter into what was supposed to be a coffee shop, to find the barista seemingly unfazed, standing behind the counter nursing a bleeding nose.
"Where is Hero?" they demand, voice thundering.
Civilian effortlessly meets their diamond-hard gaze, and without missing a beat, they reply in a monotone, "Sir, this is a Starbucks."
*Note: I used 'sir', cuz that's the meme format, this can easily be changed to ma'am.
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dragon-queen21 · 3 months
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Little nightmares stimboard
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selfshippingquotes · 2 years
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S/I, walking inside of a building after making F/O wait outside: Alright everyone, here comes the most special being to ever exist in the whole entire universe! And if you don't cheer and clap for them, I'll blow up this entire building.
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Headcanon
Nidalee actually has Heard people from the nearby villages sing lullabies to their children while she hunts. And she has actually liked those songs very much.
She normally lulls the Paakiti to sleep. Specially in really rainy days, because, you'll see, Paakiti aré really afraid of rain. They aré Cats, after all.
Neeko, on the other hand, feels a bit afraid of Fire, since It reminds her of the destruction of her home island. Whenever there's a wildfire, Nidalee holds her like she does with the Paakiti, and lulls her to sleep.
And they sleep in each other's arms.
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endlessreruns · 7 months
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where: Food Market
who: Mason and Reggie ( @ghostsbrokenbyfairytales )
Conrad hadn't been going out to the bar as much as he had been, but that hadn't meant the other still hadn't been drinking. He just did it at home with Mason. The younger of the two still worried, though now at least he hadn't had to worry that he wouldn't come home. With him home more now, Mason tried even harder not to be a burden to Conrad. Conrad was drinking and hurting because of him after all. The last thing he needed was to add to that with his own feelings and struggles and problems. His brother was going through enough without needing to hear him sobbing in the middle of the night when he could swear he felt his hand there down beneath his wrist only to go to touch it and finding nothing there. He didn't need to see the frustration on his face as he struggled with things or having to relearn ones where the hand that was no longer there had been the dominant one. So he kept it all inside. Pushing it down further and further until it had no reason but to come out in a massive explosion.
This is what happened when Mason was busy trying to stock some glass jars of preserves and pickled items and one of them fell to the ground shattering. He had been holding something, which meant he couldn't have grabbed the falling jar and stopped it from falling. If he'd had his other hand still he could have, or at least he would have been able to try. It was a simple small jar of apple preserves that normally he would have just gone to grab the broom and dustpan to sweep up. Today, though, today it might as well have been the match to light a powder keg, as Mason took another jar off the shelf, slamming it onto the ground and then another and another and another and so on.
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monstrousmenagerie · 2 months
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SPECIMEN #21
The Cloverfield Monster from Cloverfield
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pencil-for-a-dog · 6 months
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Just a little comic of my own creation
She's evil, very evil
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helenofsimblr · 2 years
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Elita: A short time later, and now with a T-shirt on, my father made his way into the command center of the base. It hit him just how upgraded it had become in the years since he last set foot in it.
Bob: Captain Kapoor! It's been a long time old friend!
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Sanjay: Captain Robinson. It's good to see you back on your feet.
Bob: It's good to be on them, Sanjay! Did you recover my wife and that young girl?
Sanjay: We did, and your wife is not in the best of mood with me. She is worried sick about you and Guy. 
Bob: The ordeal was very stressful for her, is she in the decontamination room now?
Sanjay: Yes of course, and the girl too.
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Bob: What’s the situation?
Sanjay: General Viery is dead, I’m in operational command till there’s a replacement, Operative Tynas Smith is skulking around here somewhere, and of course, the Minister of Military has already crawled up my ass. So lots of stress Bob!
Elita: My dad was looking at the tactical read out and saw something.
Bob: What the hell happened to Magnolia Heights?!
Sanjay: Oh dear gods.. After we saw the space station falling from the sky we tried to shoot it down, but every missile we shot just redirected of its own volition it seemed, one of the missiles hit Magnolia Heights and destroyed a bit of its downtown area… 
Bob: Faults in missile tracking?
Sanjay: No, that’s just it, not one single issue with the missiles they just went off course. We did detect something though along the flight path, and it was small, tiny in fact, something the size of a human.
Bob: Supernatural involvement? Sixamite agent ensuring the destruction of the station?
Sanjay: Unclear. But the Minister is going to want answers. 
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serickswrites · 2 months
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In Time
Warnings: kidnapping, destruction, rescue attempt, cruel whumper
Hero knew they were stuck in a time loop. They knew Villain had trapped them there to stop them from succeeding in the rescue mission. Knew that Villain had used some weapon that Hero had never seen before. Knew that they had to get out of the loop before Villain hurt Sidekick too badly.
"Don't worry, Hero. Once I'm finished with Sidekick, I'll be sure to turn my attentions to you. Maybe I'll let you sit in time for a bit longer." Villain had chuckled as they began to fade from Hero's vision.
Hero tried to catch Villain, tried to grasp onto Villain and teleport out of the loop with them, but Hero was too slow. Hero was trapped until they figured a way out or Villain freed them. And Villain wouldn't free them until everything Hero cared for and worked for was destroyed.
They couldn't let that happen. They took off running through the empty streets of City. Hero had done this years ago. Done this and had emerged triumphant. They just had to defeat Other World Creature and then they could focus on getting out of here.
But as Hero defeated Other World Creature--City in ruins--Hero screamed as they felt their world tilt on its axis. And Hero was once again running through City towards Other World Creature.
After six more resets of the loop, Hero realized this was an important moment for Villain. One that Hero had inadvertently set off a chain in motion that led to Villain catching them. They just had to do something differently. Then, and only then, would they be able to break out of the loop.
With renewed determination to save Sidekick, Hero took off in the opposite direction of the monster. Perhaps this was the way. It had to be the way.
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broken1ghost · 7 months
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Właśnie zostałam nazwana problemem, a moje zaburzenia odżywiania wymysłem i próbą zwrócenia na siebie uwagi
Myślałam, że to mnie bardzo dotknie, ale zamiast tego czuję jedną wielką pustkę… mówiącą mi, że zostałam wypisana z rodziny
Zawsze wiedziałam, że słowa ,,I WAS BORN TO DIE” są ch0l€rnie prawdziwe
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faenemy · 1 year
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Slam! The door closed with a crash, a frantic, frustrated woman being the culprit. With a sigh, the blonde turned hastily toward her desk. Her normally tidy hair stuck out in all directions, her polished pink bangs singed black at their ends, while frustration and anger replaced her typical, calm exterior. Paperwork and files were scattered randomly across the mahogany surface until one could see its polished veneer no more. She slid into her chair and tiredly removed her mask. Groaning exasperatedly, she began sorting through the piles of papers.
Good Lord, she would never be paid enough to deal with this. The emotional toll it took on Arianna was simply too high. When she worked in customer service, at least she could vent to her coworkers when shit inevitably went south. However now Ariana was left constantly trying to please millions, each of her actions as Puppeteer ruthlessly scrutinized by the public, so her mouth had better stay shut. It has always been an impossible task to please everyone. Ariana, like so many before her, was doomed to fail. But alas, here she was, in an attempt to keep up her perfect appearance, two NDAs deep and preparing for a nightmarish week- no, a fortnight of paperwork and little sleep.
A new villain had appeared just a few hours ago, which was not an uncommon occurrence per se and would normally be only a minor inconvenience for Arianna. This time was different, however, for this bastard made their entrance with nothing short of a bang. Literally. Nearly an entire block was leveled to the ground, and though the area was in a shopping district, and evacuated quickly and efficiently, almost a hundred innocent lives were lost. The area was destroyed, unlivable, and ruined, the scent of gunpowder wafting through the air, the ground below scorched from the electric flames.
Seeing the villain standing there, amongst the flames, a wicked grin plastered upon their masked face was something she would never be able to forget, no matter how hard she tried. Those electric attacks, the screams as the buildings began to crumble, would be burned into her vision, into her nightmares for eternity. It felt as though she were back on her first patrol, nothing more than the latest recruit helplessly following her mentor into one deadly situation after another.
Arianna’s hand flew up to her shoulder, aching at the memory of the blast of electric energy the villain had aimed at her. Groaning in pain, she pulled up the new villain's file, #1572b. Being the hero who fought them, it was her job to recount the fight in as much detail as physically possible, for the Hero Corps reference. Every potential weakness and power limitation she perceived was invaluable in future fights. It wasn’t like Arianna could add much to the file currently though since she had been a bit distracted trying not to be shocked to death when fighting the villain.
They had underestimated their new opponent, for the Hero Corps only dispatched her, assuming she would be able to deal with this fresh threat quickly. Ariana wished she could say that she had. But staring down at the reports in front of her, the failure struck Arianna’s heart like an echoing pendulum of agony. News reports and interviews littered her desk, a constant reminder of who and what had been lost. Families left broken, never to be repaired, words forever left unsaid, a bright life snuffed out before it could truly burn.
“The Latest Heroic Failure”
“72 Dead, 16 Injured in Latest Villain Attack”
“Hiding The Stars; Why Weren’t The Top Heroes Dispatched”
“Puppeteer Proves Once More She Isn’t Top 5 Quality”
“Number 4 No More: Hero Fails to Stop Terrorist”
Each article painfully struck her soul. Declarations of her failure to protect the most vulnerable, caused her gut to swim with overwhelming guilt. Deep down, Ariana felt it was unfair for her to take all the blame, one person could only be expected to do so much right? How was she supposed to fight against a threat she knew nothing of, all on her own, with no reinforcement in sight?? And yet none of that truly mattered, not to the public, not to her, the blood was on Ariana’s hands, as much as it was on the criminals, she would fix this, no matter the cost. She had seen much loss in her few years in the Corps, it was never easy, never simple, but she had no choice but to push forward.
The threat needed a name, a title to place beside one who could cause such brutal destruction. Like a raging storm, they swept through, leaving nothing but rubble in their wake. A tempest of self-righteous fury. She stared at the glowing computer screen in front of her, before reaching for the mouse. Opening up the file, Arianna began to type.
Villain File #1572: Tempest
Threat Level: 8
Power: Electrical Manipulation
Type: A1
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Have what I think would be considered a prologue???? To a thing I am trying to write. Constructive criticism is welcome but be gentle cause I haven't done any creative writing in like two years lol
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a-weird-writer · 1 year
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Be honest pls, ist there like a 1% chance at least that you can escape Yandere Guy? And what kind of Yandere do you think he’d be?
I mean,
if you're human I seriously doubt there is anything you can do against Guy Crimson. Let alone yandere-ified.
Even if your experienced and/or inhuman, I doubt it still.
First of all, there is no chance against him in a fight. Promise. Guy is primordial, literally the strongest demon type there is, not stupid. Apathetic, not afraid to get his hands dirty; the gears are always turning and plotting points in his head, new schemes and strategies. Guy has walked this Earth far longer than you have, seen and been the center of the fall of human empires, crumbled to ashen and forgotten dust.
Guy knows exactly how powerful he is, how to inspire terror with it and when holding back is necessary. He has a knack for showing off, dominative. Weaklings, servants and unfortunate victims know Guy don't fuck around. Strike a fuse, and he could/would very much kill far more people than he will usually allow himself too.
Not only is Guy very high up there in the food chain, to add insult to injury, but he is also a Demon Lord; known to exceed in inhuman intellect, speed and combat. Literally destroyed entire countries for no reason other than to cure boredom.
Boredom.
Guy is an impressive planner, fast thinker and is purposefully overbearing, overtly carefree. To get the drop on the enemy, one must prove unpredictable. Guy prides killing, in the destruction and fear. He enjoys the smell of it, the rush of demonic pleasure and adrenaline.
This world is growing and ever changing, full of delights begging to be taken advantage of; sights to see, new people to meet, new foes to bond fist to fist with. Guy wants nothing but to take joy. See the life drain like dead rain from his enemies' eyes while they suddenly realize; at the start, it was decided, at the very beginning, the fight ended. They never stood a chance in Hell against one of the most powerful Demon Lords this world has ever known.
You're pretty much fucked.
And well...
Guy Crimson loves fucking things up.
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despair-edits · 2 years
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Could I get some shigadabi Tumblr headers with themes of destruction & love/hate in grey and black colors? If this is too specific feel free to decline! :))
For: Anon
Here it is! I'm not the best with headers, but I tried my best! Hope you like it!! Lmk if you need me to change anything!!
(There's 4 of em cause I hated the first ones and re-did them, but decided to post them anyways)
Song lyrics: True Love by P!nk
-Mod Nagito
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