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"the wheel of feels"
#writer's block#writing help#writing emotions#lyralit#emotions#feelings#writing tips#writing prompts#word prompts#writblr#writerblr
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trick or treat! "monster under the bed" for the prompt? >:)c
You woke up with a hand holding yours. It was warm and inviting, and you would’ve been comforted by it if only… you didn’t live alone.
Your blink your eyes open sleepily, your realization not yet waking up your entire body. Squinting, you look at the hand holding yours, squishing your fluffy blanket.
It was dark- as black as the midnight sky. There were no shadows. No highlights. Like what was holding your hand was if the void grew a hand. It looks unreal, though you know what you’re looking at was a hand, where it ended and where the rest of the world started was… fuzzy.
Finally your instincts wake up and you yelp, yanking your hand away. This startles the hand-holding fiend, and the hand almost skitters away, off the bed. You shuffle the blankets around and take a peek over your bedside, and you see a long, jointless arm slither under the bed.
Your mouth flattens. What the fuck- was that?!
Despite your better judgement, you climb down your bed to peer into the darkness.
You’re an adult. You’ve shoved things under there before. Nothing in there but forgotten t-shirts and sentimental knick knacks that’ve gotten lost over the years. Actually, you cleaned it out recently, so it should be clean down there, apart from some dust.
You do find some dust bunnies but… something isn’t right. Your room is dark, but it shouldn’t be dark enough that the ends of your bed look pitch black.
And the longer you stare at the darkness, the more it feels like its staring at you.
A yellow eye opens. Then another.
Then a great big smile. It greets you.
“….. Hello….”
#couldnt decide between ht sans or an og shadow mosnster#decided the latter#hope u okwith that ;3;#aka writing#word prompts#you should keep your bed occupied#lest something else moves in#prompts#halloween prompts
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Hopeful Codywan
hello! a few months late, but here it is.
pre-relationship, mutual pining. takes place in the last months of the war, in that part of tcw when it's like obi-wan's getting beaten up every single episode. T, ~660w
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“We have to stop meeting like this,” Kenobi says.
Like this: hanging upside down, bare feet and a rusty chain as thick as Cody’s wrist around his ankles.
Cody snorts. He clears his throat, ignoring the shivery relief blooming in his belly, and crosses the room towards the general. He’s dripping, a bit: blood and sweat and somehow machine oil, too. Cody makes a face at the familiar sight of the Force-suppressing cuffs around his hanging wrists, and steps under the general. His fingers brush the dirt floor, the nails bloody. The right hand looks swollen; Cody presses his lips together and reminds himself of Mim’s ruthless efficiency.
Kenobi’s heavy. Cody has to resettle and shift his weight, Kenobi heavy in his arms. His men flood the room around them, the comm chatter a reassuring buzz in Cody’s ears. They’re an old hand at this by now: two squads disappear up the stairs tucked at the back, and seconds latter the chain starts unspooling. Kenobi groans, gritting his teeth, Cody wishes for something other than hard, unforgiving plastoid.
“I think this is the first time I find you like this, sir,” he says while he lowers Kenobi to the ground. Kenobi sighs shakily. His face is red under the grim, and his hair is a mess. Cody wonders what happened to his outer robes, to his lightsaber. To his boots.
Kenobi blinks. One of his pupils is bigger than the other, and he can’t seem to focus his sight on Cody.
“Really? You’ve never found me upside down?” He sounds genuinely curious about it. He’s shaky, shivery. Cody takes off his bucket and then one of his gloves. The skin of his neck is too cold to the touch, sweaty—he’s going into shock. Kenobi turns into the touch, eyes slipping closed, and Cody sighs. He leaves his hand there and holds him up when Kenobi sways.
“Nope,” Cody says distractingly. He kneels properly, his armour slipping on the cracked tarmac, and when Kenobi leans on his chest he allows it. Where the heck is Mims. Cody eyes the cuffs, and then catches the eye of Crys while he’s on his way to the upper floor as well and jerks his chin.
Kenob hums. He blinks his eyes open again, and they somehow find Cody, fix themselves to Cody’s own. They’re sharp. Crys kneels next to them, takes out something sharp and long and dangerous looking from one of his pouches and starts messing with the cuffs, and Kenobi allows it with a small sigh.
“I’m trying to think of a joke,” Kenobi finally tells him. “But the concussion doesn’t help.”
He sounds so—blasé about the whole thing.
“Something about hanging around, sir?” Crys says distractedly.
Kenobi hums again. “Too cliché.”
Crys clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.
Mims descends upon them seconds later, and Cody steps away and lets him do his job. He puts his bucket back on and kicks away the cuffs when Crys finally pops open the lock. Kenobi shivers, eyes rolling closed, and he falls quiet, face emptying of pain and thought, of exhaustion.
“You need better material, sir,” he tells Kenobi. Somehow, his voice sounds normal. Easy. Cody clears his throat.
Kenobi blinks his eyes open again. He smiles, and his split lip bursts open again. He looks like the back side of every single trooper still Cody has had the disgrace to find in an inspection.
“Sorry to disappoint, commander,” he replies. He’s starting to fade away: he opens his mouth, half-way through whatever he was planning to say next, and then he drops off and in Mims’s ready arms.
Cody shakes himself. He doesn’t look while Mims and his team take him away, because the job is the job is his job. He puts his glove back on, his palm tacky with someone else’s sweat and blood, and tries and fails not to hope this is the last time they’re almost too late.
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writing prompts! a single word edition
serendipity
bountiful
rambunctious
slapdash
exquisite
harrowing
wistful
knoll
virtue
cantankerous
flesh
ambivalent
muster
placid
boisterous
audacity
sequester
marrow
inkling
disjointed
spite
illuminate
effervescent
umbrage
disadvantage
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Types of kisses:
(2) Sleepy kisses.
Set at the end of 7x01 (this episode is consuming me at the moment, my goodness!)
She had tried to hide her tears from him, but there was no mistaking the shuddering exhale as she drifted off to sleep.
It tore his heart into pieces.
He tried to go to sleep, too. God knows he needed it; a good night's sleep in his own bed, the love of his life wrapped securely in his arms. But he couldn't help but wonder how many nights she'd lay here - curled up against his pillows instead of his body - and cry herself to sleep. And every time he closed his eyes, that was all he could see: Kate, in pain, because of him.
And if it wasn't Kate, it was Alexis or his mother. Scenes of them having to defend him against the people who doubted him, their tear-filled eyes and fatigue-ridden words cutting deeper than any wound he'd ever had to suffer.
He pulled Kate impossibly close, pressed a single, loving kiss to the top of her head.
"I love you," he whispered to her as his hand massaged up and down her spine. "I'm sorry."
As exhaustion finally overtook his senses and drew him into darkness, he swore he heard a sleepy, mumbled "I love you, too."
#castle fanfiction#kate beckett#richard castle#caskett#kate beckett x richard castle#my drabbles#different types of kisses#oh look it is going to be a series#word prompts#definitely send through suggestions if you have them#castle 7x01 fill
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for yee lovely writers who enjoy a micro-fic/ficlet prompt (& love a choice) pick one or both from the # in your inbox 💌🖍
peach / keen
delicious / mystery
small / cuts
sincere / blues
sickly / sweet
eerie / melody
handwritten / promised
delicate / strain
fruity / delight
transparent / tangled
stain / unravel
contain / callous
subtle / fever
bruised / kissed
dearest / ache
have you ever / you wouldn’t dare
you’re distracting / you promised
didn’t know you cared / you never said
are you tempted / you won’t believe
found you / cannot trust you
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7 DAY / WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE
WORDS STARTING WITH: I
IDOLOMANIA: obsession or devotion to idols
IKHLAAS: sincerity; great affection
IKIGAI: a reason for being; a reason for getting up in the morning
ILLECEBROUS: alluring; enticing
INAAYAT: kindness; courtesy; favour
INDURATIZE: to resist or harden one's own heart to the idea of love
IRUSU: the act of pretending to not be home when someone knocks at the door
WORDS STARTING WITH: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I
#words starting with i#weekly challenge#7 day challenge#writing prompts#writeblr#writerblr#writing challenges#word prompts#beautiful words#otp prompts#ship prompts#writing blog#writing ideas#writing#writers on tumblr#romance prompts#angst prompts#hurt/comfort
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New month, new writing calendar! Anyone can use it if they like :) I'll be writing longer versions of all of these prompts on Patreon for any prompt tier peeps to use. Expect my usual vibes ✒️
Hope you are all having a good year so far!
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#Instagram#writing#writing calendar#writing prompts#prompts#writing community#word prompts#writeblr#writer#prompt#writing prompt#march#march calendar
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This is mostly for my discord server but i'll post it here too, I guess! I'm hosting my first ever ‘event’ called Summer Snippets & Stories that will run through July.
Every weekday, starting Monday, July 3rd and ending Friday, July 28th, I’ll be posting a word prompt a day. You can use any tense or participle of the day's word — so if the prompt is cloud, cloudy, or clouded would be perfectly acceptable, too.
That’s all you really need to know. The word will hopefully serve as a source of inspiration for a sentence or snippet that can be posted on whatever platform you prefer.
I love the flexibility of single word prompts, but I know that isn’t always enough to inspire someone — so I’ll also be posting sentence starters and story prompts that utilize that day's word that can hopefully provide you with more ideas or something to build off of.
The goal with this is to get people in the writing spirit and provide something motivating enough to follow along with, but flexible enough that you can adapt it to your routine and the time you have available. If you write a sentence, or a paragraph, that’s perfectly fine —you still wrote something!
If you get a one shot out of it, or a multi-chapter story, or something you want to expand on later when you have more time, that’s also great! You can share links in the appropriate channels on the discord server (where this is being primarily being hosted) and/or add your story to the Ao3 collection if it’s House of the Dragon related.
The collection will be open until the end of August. ALL HotD pairings are welcome. There is no word minimum or maximum required to be added to the collection.
Collection link.
I’ll likely be posting my own snippets here using the hashtag #HotDaemyraSummer in case anyone else would like to do the same.
Also feel free to use these prompts for any fandom or pairing on any platform, I certainly don’t own them, but if you’d toss a bit of credit in the notes if they serve as inspiration that would be nice! :)
My ask box is open if you have questions or would like an invite to my server!
The written prompt list is below the cut for ease of copy pasting and clarity.
Week One:
Tension / Related Post
Reflection / Related Post
Storm / Related Post
Sparkle / Related Post
Cloud / Related Post
Week Two:
Shield / Related Post
Stitch / Related Post
Burn / Related Post
Blood / Related Post
Haunt / Related Post
Week Three:
Rough / Related Post
Silk / Related Post
Wing / Related Post
Gift / Related Post
Ink / Related Post
Week Four:
Signature / Related Post
Investment / Related Post
Squeeze / Related Post
Swallow / Related Post
Peak / Related Post
#summer prompts#prompt challenge#house of the dragon#hotd#hbo#daemyra#daemon x rhaenyra#ship friendly#ao3#writers#writing prompts#word prompts#hotdaemyra#hotdaemyra discord#HotDaemyraSummer
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Legendborn Fandom Challenge: Kane Coded
So this was a challenge originally for the Legendborn Discord Server (see @infiinnityverse’s bio for the link) and may make more sense that way, but fuck it!
It’s Gemini season ♊️, and I think it’d be fun to have a classic word prompt challenge for our favorite Gemini Classics major pansexual disaster, Selwyn Kane, with a twist: a Bingo Card!
Comment on this post or DM me to receive a ✨Kane Coded Bingo Card✨, and then create a playlist, theory/headcannon, fanfic, fanart, or any other fanwork to make a bingo! The work must feature Selwyn. It can focus on a familial/platonic/romantic/sexual relationship, retro/introspection, a monologue, POV switch, anything so long as Sel is the focal point.
The bingo can be in all one work, or a series! And it’s up to your discretion if you do the center “free space” prompt Kingsmage Angst. Post your Bingo card alongside your fanwork(s) by the end of Gemini season, June 21st (or don’t. Selwyn Kane content is never out of season, imo).
The rationale behind the bingo concept is twofold:
1. Relieve pressure on fandom creatives to complete a “x number of prompts” or have something be in “x number of days” challenge in it’s entirety. Not only can that be stressful, but it can be tougher to pull off for some fanwork more than others. I’m here for stress and drama in the books proper, not the fandom experience!
2. Different arrangements of the same word prompts adds an element of surprise! We all have the same words to work off of, but each person’s interpretation of those words and/or ways combine them are bound to be unique!
Pease tag me (this @ on AO3, Twitter, and Instagram) and/or use some variation of “Kane Coded Challenge” in tags for easy searching!
Okay I hope the bolding of phrases made people not skip past this cuz I really want it to happen and to see how creative y’all can get 😃🖤
Kthxbai~
💖 Multifairyus
#selwyn kane#legendborn#the legendborn cycle#bloodmarked#Kane Coded#Kane Coded Challenege#Gemini classics major pansexual disaster#Kane Coded Bingo#Selwyn Kane Coded#Selwyn Kane Coded Challenge#fandom challenge#art challenge#writing challenge#playlist challenge#word prompts
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Whump Prompts 70: "B" Whump Tropes
Write something inspired by one of these tropes:
Broken bone
Begging
Beaten
Bloodied clothes
Bound
Bruised
Black eye
Burning up
Bandaged
Blood loss
Breathless
Bitten
Bedridden
Body horror
Branding
Betrayal
Blinded
Burned
Bridal carry
Bathing
Blunt force trauma
Battle wounds
Buried alive
Bad dreams
Barely conscious
Boxed ears
Blackmail
Bullet wound
Bait
Brainwashing
#whump#prompts#writing prompts#whump prompts#whump inspiration#whump ideas#whump tropes#writing tropes#prompt list#whump concept#creative writing#writing ideas#writing inspiration#writing inspo#whump inspo#writing prompt#word prompt#word prompts#injury prompt#injuries#tropes
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Prompt List
Hallo Meine Lieben! I need more inspiration and requests so I decided to make a prompt list! Feel free to request them with any of the characters I write for!
Max two characters, and three prompts for one request! Mix and match the prompts as much as you want but please max 3. Feel free to include the general idea/concept you had in mind as well.
Scenarios
They think you’re dead / you’re dying
Sharing a bed
Trapped in a small space
You save their life / they save your life
Kissing in the rain
Going out for a date
Teasing them from across the room
You / they have a nightmare
They warm you up
Coming home late
Missing an important occasion
They / you lose focus - lost in their eyes or in a daze
Accidentally see you naked
Making the other person jealous
Change of control
They want to try something new
They help you fall asleep / you help them
Saying ‘I love you’
They find something normal very hot
Late night cuddles
Someone hits on you / hits on them
They / you need comfort
Accidental confession
Taking care of your / their injuries
Accidentally harm you
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“Look so pretty like this”
“Do that again.”
“If you don’t kiss me right now”
“Don’t look at me like that”
“Shut the fuck up”
“Fuck. You’re hot”
“You wanna get out of here?
“How can I prove it to you?”
“What. You scared?”
“I couldn’t stop myself”
“Such a mess for me…”
“That’s just mean”
“I need to tell you something”
“Take a photo. It’ll last longer”
“Quiet.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What’s got you so riled up?”
“Don’t say something so stupid”
“Watch your mouth”
“Bet they can’t do it as good as me”
“Be mine. Even just for tonight”
“I promise. They won’t get away with this”
“Before I make you”
“You’re just gonna act like it never happened?”
“Is that a challenge?”
“I just said that aloud didn’t I?”
“Am I too late?”
“You look so stupid right now”
“I won’t let that happen”
“You’re playing with fire”
“You totally want to kiss me right now.”
“This is nice. Just this”
“Stop. I’m trying to concentrate”
“I’d like to see you try”
“Was it worth it?”
“That’s just pathetic”
“Obviously it’s because I love you!”
“Seriously? Would it kill you to say something nice?”
“Don’t be such a prick”
“You have no idea how much I needed this”
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise”
“You’re so cute when you’re mad”
“Watch me.”
“You have no idea what I have planned”
“You think I wanted this?”
“Stop it. Or you’ll regret it”
“Why are you always like this?”
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for the word challenge: cover! if you feel like it; no pressure!
Thank you lovely anon! I hope this did not languish for too long in the inbox!
From later on in *deep breathes* Oh God You're Gonna Get It (You Have Not Been Given Love)
Have I mentioned yet how much I miss when this title was [redacted]? Because that was a much shorter thing to type
Then, not even thirty seconds later:
“'In-vet-er-rate.'”
Roy dropped his book. “Are you just scanning for words that you don’t know?”
“Mate, this is all from the same two paragraphs,” Jamie countered. He flipped the book around, thrusting it at Roy’s face.
Roy snatched it from his grasp -- eliciting a half-hearted, ‘Oi' -- but Jamie piped right back down when Roy passed his own book over in return. Jamie peered at the cover curiously.
“Wodehouse?” he asked curiously. “I know this guy; he’s the funny one, right? My-- Simon reads him. ‘S got like, all the books, he does.”
#bookclub subplot possibly written for me and only me but idgaf#figuring out how a character might respond to a specific piece of media is catnip to me#jamie procrastinating on finishing the book he doesn't want to finish by reading ANYTHING ELSE is like an adhd uno reverse card on the situ#word prompts#ask box is always open#fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)
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Beautiful for Rexwalker?
hello anon!
first meeting, pre-relationship. T, 1k.
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Obi-Wan’s arrival finds him still messing with his arm, sitting on the warm tarmac with his back to a crate. The sun’s high up in the sky, and the air smells like the sea, cold and salty. Now and then Anakin finds himself just breathing it all in, the brine and the smell of the damp duracrete of the landing pad. He won’t ever get used to it: by now, he’s been in almost more worlds he can count, but there’s a part of him that will never forget the desert. Now and then, he still dreams he’s back home, back in the slave quarters of Mos Eisley. Anakin opens his eyes to the dark of his bunk room in the Venator expecting to see the opposite wall of his narrow childhood bedroom, the paint scratched and scored by generations of kids just like him.
He’s very far away from Tatooine, however—for better or worse. Anakin licks his dry lips, tasting salt, and rubs with his flesh thumb the tip of his screwdriver. There’s something wrong with the wrist joint: it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t jam, but Anakin can feel the wrongness on the back of his neck, a staticky ball of tension and maybe-future pain.
It’s been four months. Four months since Mom and Padmé. Four months of war. Two months of—of this. Anakin can feel the clone troopers’ minds all around him, distinct and individual and growing familiar, growing comforting. He’s finding he doesn’t mind war that much.
Obi-Wan does. His Force presence is muted, exhausted. He’s being groomed to fill one of the now empty seats at the Council, and he doesn’t like it, but he’s allowing it to happen anyway. Windu’s Venator hovers high up in the sky, hidden by distance and the thin cloud cover. Anakin wasn’t invited; he minds that less than he thinks he probably should.
Anakin’s finished sealing his arm back up by the time Obi-Wan makes his way across the landing pad and stops in front of him. Anakin clicks his tongue, annoyed, and he can almost hear Obi-Wan’s eye roll before he moves and his shadow slips off Anakin’s arm.
He’s not alone. Anakin puts his tools away and leans back against the crate, looking up, squinting against the sun and the light. The trooper next to Obi-Wan looks—he kind of looks like Alpha, and he very much doesn’t, at the same time. His armour looks like his but newer, shinier, and in the Force he feels very bright. Anakin blinks, caught by surprise, and turns to look at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan’s already watching him. He cut his hair a couple weeks ago, and Anakin can’t quite get used to the way the shorter style makes him look older, more serious. It’s not bad, but it isn’t good, either. It’s just new, and weird, and Anakin finds himself, now and then, looking for his master in the crowd, even when Obi-Wan is right next to him.
“Captain,” Obi-Wan says. His blue eyes flash: Anakin rolls his, and heaves himself to his feet with a grunt. “This is my Padawan. Anakin Skywalker.”
“Sir,” the trooper says. He has yet to take off his helmet. He’s stiff, too formal. Shiny. “I look forward to working with you.”
Anakin doesn’t raise an eyebrow, and he doesn’t turn to look at Obi-Wan.
“Sure,” he replies. Obi-Wan sighs.
“Captain Rex is an ARC trooper,” he says pointedly. “He was in Geonosis.”
Oh, so he’s not so shiny after all. Anakin folds his arms.
Obi-Wan clears his throat. He’s looking between them, an unreadable expression in his face.
“I’ll let the two of you get—familiar. With each other. You’ll be working together more often than not,” he continues after a beat. Anakin nods distractedly, still staring at the captain; the trooper says something empty and official-sounding Anakin forgets almost immediately.
Obi-Wan leaves. The silence grows heavy and awkward almost immediately: Anakin tries and fails to find something to say. His face feels hot. He reaches for the bond, and Obi-Wan tugs at it impatiently, tucks himself away: he’s tired and exasperated and kind of laughing at Anakin, because he’s a bastard.
“So,” Anakin starts. He clears his throat. The trooper is still looking at him, very still, very stiff. He’s hard to read in the Force: Anakin could, if he tried, and the temptation is there, but so is Obi-Wan’s potential disappointment, so he doesn’t. “So. Have you been an ARC long?”
The trooper twitches.
“... no. Not really. Sir. Just a little over a month.”
He sounds defensive.
Silence falls again. Anakin wishes he could go back to fiddling with his arm.
“You can take off your helmet. If you’d like,” Anakin blurts. He just looks so—off. So new. Against the pockmarked concrete of the tarmac, against the carbon scored larties and the washed out blue of the sky, the white plasteel of his shell feels out of place. “You don’t have to. But you can.”
The trooper tilts his head at him. For a beat, for two, he just stares, hard to read, hard to understand. And then he reaches up, breaks the seal of his helmet, and there it is. His face. Brown skin, darker eyes. A shock of blond hair, unexpected, buzzed very short.
He looks young. They all do, but it hits Anakin harder this time. His jaw is still soft, his face round. There are freckles over his nose and a small, new-looking scar on his chin. When he smiles, tiny and crooked and weirdly knowing, Anakin clears his throat and looks away.
“Sergeant Seventeen has told me quite a lot about you, sir,” Captain Rex says suddenly. Anakin blinks. His face feels hot.
“Nothing good, I’m sure,” he mutters. Captain Rex’s smile widens.
It’s a good smile, on the nice side of cocky. Anakin’s staring, and he knows it. He clears his throat, looks away, and then he looks back. Captain Rex is staring right back: his gaze is steady, sharp. Reconsidering.
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Here it is! Kandi Prompt generator 2! I’m so happy you guys liked the last one, enjoy!
Once again, feel free to use, and while it’s not necessary to credit this post, I’d LOVE to see anything you make with this!
I’m also planning on making a third one, so feel free to message me if you’d like me to tag you!
First one if you haven’t seen it
Third one if you haven’t seen it!
Transcript:
Title: Kandi Prompts 2! (the 2 is encapsulated in an illustration of a kandi bracelet that says “kandi” in letter beads, with alternating pink and black beads on the rest of the bracelet)
Row 1:
1. Evil
2. Fully clothed
3. Chill
4. Celestial
5. Joyful
6. Scene
7. Squeaky Clean
8. Super/Superb
9. Bad
10. Stupid
11. Circus
12. Hidden
13. My Chemical
14. Crazy
15. Groovy
16. Young
17. Mr.
18. Weird
19. Fuck
20. Literal
Row 2:
1. Clown
2. Homie
3. Skeleton
4. Demon
5. Dad
6. Communist
7. Anarchy/Anarchist
8. Senior
9. Sheep
10. Romance
11. Horse
12. Baby
13. Machine
14. Tomb/Tombstone
15. Train
16. Peach
17. Pizza
18. Globe/World
19. Dream
20. Balloon
Instructions:
Use dice or a random number generator to choose a number from each row, then make it into kandi!
@kandi-punk
#kandi#eyestrain#kandi bracelets#kandi kid#kandicore#clowncore#bright colors#cursing#swearing#swear words#cw swearing#cw curse words#curse words#scene kid#scene#scenecore#kandi beads#prompt generator#word prompts#kandi prompts
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- 30 WORD PROMPT LIST ☆
Tried forever to find a 30 word writing prompt list that fit my mood. After being unsuccessful for some time, I just decided to make my own. Feel free to use this how ever you like, be it for art, or switching up the order of the prompts.
Ice
Dandelion
Spark
Reflect
Struggle
Crystal
Prisoner
Grave
Faith
Origin
Step
Scrap
Chopper
Rotten
Road
Grove
Verdant
Grief
Piece
String
Palm
Tender
Conflict
Frame
Fossil
Weave
Ornament
Mist
Gloom
Wave
- Have Fun!
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