#writing warm up

[caffeinewitchcraft]

“A debt to the fae must always be paid,” the old man said. His eyes glistened with tears as he looked to the full moon overhead. “And the cost is always severe.”

There were murmurs from the others around the fire. Men and women who gathered to hear the wise man speak knew the reality of what he said intimately.

“I owe all my gold,” one man said.

“Then you must remove the gold from your vaults and strip every filigree from your home,” the wise one said.

“I owe my blood,” one woman said.

“Then your blood must be spilled within a fairy ring,” the wise one said.

“My debt is to be paid in flesh,” another attendee cried.

“Then your flesh you must divest—“

“Bullshit. Propaganda!” a woman called from the tree line. She pointed a finger at each person in turn. “You’re buying into it by even entertaining the idea of paying them back.”

“I have lived many years,” the wise old man said, “and every debt I attempted to evade came back many time worse.”

“Sounds like you weren’t fast enough,” the woman said, stepping out into the light. The sweat on her forehead glimmered in the moonlight like morning dew. She jerked a thumb towards her chest. “Me? I’m fast as fuck. I’ve been outrunning my debts for years.”

The wise one gaped. “That’s not— you can’t—“ he turned to his audience. “She is speaking lies.”

His audience hesitated.

“I would personally like to avoid being divested of my flesh,” one attendee offered hesitantly.

There were murmurs of agreement.

“Then stretch up, bud,” the woman said over the wise one’s protests. “We’re running tonight.”

The wise one stared as his audience fled into the night. “Y-you’ll all die!”

“Not me,” the woman howled from deep within the woods. “I’m fast as fuck, boiiiiiii!”

#writing warm up #lmaooooo #Drabble #I can’t stop thinking about her voice trailing into the woods #my writing

[mintmatcha]

You're definitely not supposed to be overhearing this conversation.

"Holy shit, dude," Kirishima's voice echoes down the hall, loud with shock. "That's a whole-ass engagement ring."

"Obviously." Bakugo's voice is lower, barely audible over the radio he conspicuously turned on not too long ago. Even with your ear pressed against the bathroom door, you can barely make out what he's saying. "It's nice, right?"

You know once you open the door, both of them will pretend this conversation never happened. The night will continue as if your boyfriend didn't just reveal he's planning on proposing, and Kirishima will keep this little secret between the two of them, so you stay here, eavesdropping in the bathroom with your heart in your throat.

"Yeah, but..." Kirishima chuckles almost awkwardly. "Do you ever think you're moving a little fast?"

"Are you kidding?" Bakugo barks out a laugh, but his voice is warm and distant, like a memory you can't quite hold, "Every day I'm not married to her is a day wasted."

#cisfem reader #writing warm up

[projecttreehouse]

tips for setting the scene

it’s easy to get caught up in dialogue or a character’s internal dialogue and forget altogether that they, too, exist in their own physical world. as authors, it’s primarily our job to convey the exact amount of information: the reader is on a need to know basis, but they also need to know enough to draw their own conclusions. i’ll admit, it’s a difficult task, but here are some tips to help set a scene:

- imagine the world from the eyes of your character: how do they see things? do they see the big picture first or are they drawn to smaller details that others don’t often notice? what’s pulling their attention away from the action or their own thoughts?

- breathe life into your scenes: i don’t mean the english teacher’s equivalent of “the curtains were blue means that the character is sad.” i’m talking about the blue filter in Twilight that conveys the “constant cover of clouds and rain” and the shift from the Arizona desert to the cool Pacific Northwest. think about all the small details that convey information about a scene and allow the readers to make inferences. if the character walks along a street and the yards shift from overgrown hedges with frayed yard chairs and a birdbath containing a mini swamp to yards with freshly cut grass with white picket fences and ornate wreathes hanging on the doors, you’re providing all of the details for readers to make an inference. context is needed, too, but that will be provided in the whole of your novel or short story. don’t be afraid to provide details and use figurative language.

- spread out your details: did you feel bombarded in the last tip? i provided a lot of details quickly, all at once, without spreading them between action, dialogue, or internal dialogue. i’m not going to stop you from being the next J.R.R. Tolkien if that’s how you like to write, but try not to overwhelm the reader with details all at once. it will feel more natural if you spread things out and allow the reader to feel as if they, too, are with the character in their environment. this is more of a stylistic tip, so take it with a grain of salt and think about what will work best for your novel. always go back to that and to what your character is seeing. how is this all playing out for them? how can you put feeling into the scene?

- place your characters within the scene: where are they in their environment? how are they interacting with the people or objects in it? what do they think about these things? you don’t need to tell the reader everything your character does, but provide enough information so that we don’t get lost in their movement or stagnation. it helps to have someone else read your work if you’re struggling with this part. if they’re lost as to where the character is or what they’re doing, chances are a good portion of your readers will be confused, too. check out your prepositions. are there too many? too few? use them, but don’t abuse them.

happy writing! if you need help setting a scene or have any questions, our ask box is always open!

#writing advice #writeblr #writing #writing tips #write it #nanowrimo #novel writing #creative writing #writers block #writing help #writing prompts #writing warm up #writers on tumblr #books and novels #writing tools #fiction #writers of tumblr #fiction writing #novel editing service

[bluewonderer]

Starting 7/7, write a seven-sentence fic using one of the one-word prompts each day until 7/13. List of prompts and other rules under the cut.

Other rules: the seven-sentence fic can be any ship/fandom/character. It can be a fanwork or an original work. It can be canon or AU. The seven-sentence fic can be a self-contained drabble or it can be part of a longer work. The goal is to just let loose and write! Just make sure you're writing seven sentences and using the prompt within those seven sentences.

Feel free to use #7days7sentences! Or tag me in your fic or reblog this post with your seven sentences so we can see your work!

List of prompts:

salt heat wave taste thunder wine song

Spread the word and get to writing! I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.

Note: This is a seven-day challenge that a few writer friends and I decided to try out! It is heavily inspired by this 30-day challenge from last year. I plan to use this to drag myself out of a bit of a slump. I can't wait to see what everyone does!

#7days7sentences #writing prompts #writing challenge #fic prompts #writing warm up #one piece #trigun stampede #jujutsu kaisen #vashwood #zolu #prompts #blue writes #it's been a three month slump but surely i can pull off 7 sentences a day! right?? #right???

[tetsutits]

what if i asked pretty please for Chifuyu + (idk if it’s a trope) but like, when you’re making eyes at your person across the room? and they know you wanna go somewhere private to makeout or more hehe

hehe ty for sending one in bby gray 🫶

receiving a toman reunion invite was a shock to both you and chifuyu last week. you were a little apprehensive about taking this step in your relationship, finally meeting his long time friends, but now, you think you shouldn’t have worried at all to begin with. they’ve welcomed you with open arms as if you’ve been friends your entire lives.

the night has both of you surrounded with laughter and chatter about memories and how everyone should go out for ride again for old times sake.

and while you’re having a good time too — chatting up emma and hina and asking them questions about how the boys used to be back then — your eyes keep trailing back to your boyfriend sitting across the room from you.

he sits in between baji and kazutora, sleek suit on and the first two buttons undone, his necklace peeks out like a little tease. it frames his body and broad shoulders so well that you can’t help but drink up the entirety of him. lost in the way he looks too good. like a whole meal. just waiting to be devoured.

from his torso, to his waist, down to the way his thighs are spread comfortably, your body itches to move itself and sit right on his open lap.

on the other side of the room, baji nudges his friend with his elbow, subtle so that no one else around them notices it. “i think your girl needs something,”

chifuyu hums, despite the teasing tone, baji’s right. he meets your eyes across the room and then feels the intensity in your burning gaze. he could read you like an open book. all you need to do is make a move.

and then, finally, after what feels like ages of locking contact and speaking with your eyes, you excuse yourself and find your way to the nearest bathroom. not forgetting to leave one last lingering look towards your boyfriend.

he counts a minute in his head. and gets up as well.

the bathroom door is unlocked, he already knows it is.

“might as well undress me with the way you keep looking at me like that,” he almost pounces on you, whispering in your ear, mouth brushing over the sensitive part.

you tilt your head up, eyes half-lidded and meeting his deep green ones, “yeah? and what if i was. what’re you going to do about it?”

the hold on your waist tightens a little, kind of like a warning, but he says nothing.

you slide your hands up his sturdy chest, over his broad shoulders and loop them at the back of neck, tugging his face down a little. “tell me, chifuyu, what would you do?”

he smiles, eating up the whole seductive act you’ve put on. he’d rather show you what he’s going to do instead.

#writing warm up #chifuyu x reader

[mirrortouchedsea]

(loosely based on this post thanks for the idea lis)

The sun faded from pink to orange over the horizon and Tatsumi stirred from his slumber. He stretched, careful not to hit anything before beginning his rounds. A small child came up to him, clinging to his robes, crying all alone. Tatsumi knelt down and comforted the child, wiping tears from their face and whispering words of comfort to them. The child sniffled and thanked Tatsumi, giving him a hug before fading into the night air once more. 

This was a daily occurrence for Tatsumi. There were many children that lingered in the cemetery, trying to find their families who had not followed them, and Tatsumi did his best to comfort them until the day came that they would be reunited. His heart ached for these children, so alone in the afterlife, never given the chance to be a real child. 

The grave Tatsumi guarded during the day was also one of these children at one time, a child he would comfort and play with every night, trying to distract them from the fact that they were dead. It wasn’t long after they entered the cemetery that the other children began joining them, and while the child that he had been charged with watching had moved on some years ago following the death of their mother, he still had a reputation amongst the children. 

He would occasionally find a lonely parent in the cemetery as well, a parent who had died in an accident, or a mother who passed in childbirth. He would always invite them to play and comfort the children with him, offering them some sense of closure. 

The ghosts were not the only spirits haunting the cemetery with Tatsumi. He was aware of the gargoyles that sat upon the mausoleum in the center of the field, one of which had taken an interest in Tatsumi. The two of them would spend their days looking at each other with longing, still attending to their duties every night without fail. The nights Tatsumi spent with the children under the mausoleum to escape the rain and snow, the gargoyle would move closer to them. If Tatsumi wanted to, he could reach out and touch it with his hands of stone. 

He never did. 

For years, the two of them danced around each other, stealing spare glances, sharing whispers lost to the depths of time. The gargoyle’s name was Mayoi, a beautiful name that rolled off Tatsumi’s tongue with ease. Mayoi had been placed in the cemetery as a guardian of the dead, though not in the same way Tatsumi was. Mayoi kept watch to ward off spirits with evil intent, protecting Tatsumi and the lingering spirits from those who wished to harm them. He had taken interest in Tatsumi the day he had first awoken. 

Mayoi was one of the first spirits to be sealed in the cemetery upon the death of the founder of the little village where they had been located. He had stood on duty for decades, centuries before Tatsumi had been placed at the grave of the small child. Tatsumi was not the first cemetery angel, nor would he be the last, but he was the only one who had remained to offer comfort beyond that of his charge which he had been assigned. Mayoi found this curious and had wanted to speak to the angel much earlier than he did, to offer protection for the one who comforted. 

Tatsumi smiled whenever he passed by the mausoleum after Mayoi allowed himself to grow closer to the angel. The children that followed Tatsumi wanted to meet the gargoyle as well, begging for Tatsumi to lift them up and allow them to touch the living statue above them. Mayoi was nervous at first, allowing only the faintest of touches, but soon began accepting the hugs offered by the children, admiring the gentle smile on Tatsumi’s face as he did so. 

As the years continued to pass by, Tatsumi and Mayoi grew closer and closer. Had they not been compelled to return to their positions every morning as the sun rose, they would have stayed together during the day rather than exchanging longing glances from across the graveyard. The lingering touch of Mayoi’s hand on Tatsumi’s face was a comfort during the long summer days, their time often cut short by the early sunrise and late sunsets. 

One of those summer days, the stars twinkling above them, Tatsumi brushed a hand against Mayoi’s cheek. The gargoyle turned away, looking at where the moon would be in the sky. Tatsumi let him, whispering sweet nothings as the children began returning to their graves. As the barest hint of the sun began peaking above the horizon, Mayoi turned back to Tatsumi. The two leaned forward, fighting against the urge to return to their positions, and they left the softest kiss on each other, unable to stay any longer in their embrace. The two were unable to share more than the brief brush of their lips before they returned to their places, once again staring longingly across the graveyard until night fell once more. 

#shay writes #writing warm up #enstars #ensemble stars #tatsumi kazehaya #mayoi ayase #tatsumayo #this is a warm up but people on discord said i should post + main tag this so here u go #not really beta read in as much as i had some people read it but no critique or anything #850 words of cemetery angel x gargoyles thats what you get

[blackrosesandwhump]

As the light dims outside the small, high window of your cell, you curl up tighter in the corner, clutching the thin blanket to you, and wonder if you’ll ever get out. No, your mind answers. Yes, says your heart. You have to get out, one day; you have no choice. You have to get out, no matter what it takes. And what it might take could very well destroy you, but that doesn’t matter, because you will also be destroyed if you stay.

That’s how it works, in here.

#random writing #writing warm up #captivity #prison cell #second person pov #writing drabble #writing snippet #creepy

[bigwipscholar]

I found a backdoor into heaven and crept through its streets

The air was warm and thick

My skin was cold, I think it wasn't supposed to be, though

And I remember wondering whether God had quietly let me in

or had simply never meant to lock the door in the first place

#writing warm up #poetry? #maybe? #idk #it's writing fs #writing #writing exercise #writeblr

[forestshadow-wolf]

Some of the writing warm-up I did

Might post the other half later

#writing warm up #writing #writing ideas #fic writing #writers on tumblr #el rambles

[floating-in-the-blue]

Writing Sketch Prompts

After working on the same story, with the same characters, with the same style for so long I'm stuck in a rut so here's me trying to get myself out of that.

Describe [insert specific location (time/season optional]

Write a scene evoking [insert specific emotion]

Write a scene focusing on [insert sense]

Write a scene with a protagonist that is [insert specifics]

Write a scene from three different POVs with three different voices

Write a scene in three different styles

Write a [newspaper article, blog post, radio announcement, ...] about [...]

Write a dialogue scene [specify type; eg argument, love confession, persuasion, flirt, ...]

[insert your own prompt]

These prompts are specifically not geared towards fanfic but you can obviously use your blorbos anyway. But this is not a fanfic wishfulfilment list and very much a enrich your writer's enclosure list, i.e. more about playing with words and less about playing with characters ;D

Also these are supposed to be sketches so short snippets of writing rather than fully fleshed out ficlets, can be finished but don't have to be. Can be shared but don't have to be.

#writing #prompt list #writing warm up #I should hopefully have some time this weekend and I really want to get back into writing Something #so hopefully something low stakes and completely different will help with that #yeo writes #writingfloat #please send some brain pokes

[arunikas]

ーolgami

That one time Hinata let herself act impulsively, she never thought it would cost her a bombardment of constant, overwhelming desires she never allowed herself to think of dwelling into. 

Being a college student is hard enough. But being a broke college student is on another level of headache, not to mention that her college life is basically hanging on the thin thread of her scholarship. It's always so packed with endless assignments, nonstop pulling all nighters, and part time jobs at one place after another. 

And when her body betrayed her into refusing to work due to the excessive amount of labor hours and then the stress level hit its peak; Ino had successfully convinced her to do that one thing she always cringed out whenever Ino brought it up during their pillow talk session in their bedroom dorm. 

"Aw, c'mon Hina~ being a sugar baby doesn't always require you to use your body! There are some daddies out there just wanting a companion in a fancy dinner or just a casual date or basically just wanting somebody to spoil their money on." Ino had said.

"There are some, Ino. Not all." I rolled my eyes, "And we never know which type I'll end up meeting."

"No no no! Didn't I tell you? This one guy is a friend of Sai. You remember him, right? The sugar daddy I met last Friday?"

"That one whitey?"

"Hey don't mock him!"

"I just said exactly as one of the things you described him to me."

Ino only grinned sheepishly when she remembered, "Hehe I kno–no no! That's not the point!"

It was my cue to pull up my fluffy blanket, ready to wrap my sore muscles into a warm cocoon after a long, tiring day at class and work. I knew there's no ending when Ino started this topic. Not until the lack of response I give her when I already fall asleep.

I tucked my head lower to nest on the warmth I’d yearned the whole day while half-mindedly listening to Ino’s a to z explanation as to why I should try meeting this one guy she’d been pestering my hearing at least for the past week. My mind was already half-drifted to sleep as I catched a few key words about said guy: blond, blue-eyed, and ultra rich. The kind of those old-money bastards.

“Sai said he just wants a companion for a dinner, no more than–”

“What’s this? You’re still in touch with this Sai guy?” I narrowed my eyes, demanding an explanation.

Ino only stared at me as she twirled her hair, pink dusted her cheeks, and a shy smile plastered on her lips–things that don't belong to an Ino.

“Oh c’mon, No. You’re kidding right?”

“Huh why? Is there a problem with that?”

“There definitely is. Where’s that one absolute rule you kept telling me about?” Now I sat up to look at her more closely, “The holy ‘one day rule’?” I pushed. “‘Which is to only meet a sugar daddy for a day and become a complete stranger after’,” I recited that line like a verse from the bible, reminding her just in case she forgot. 

“Well, we never know, Hina.” She ended her excuse with a naughty wink.

“Wow, what a great excuse for the one who is always so adamant about rules.”

“Is that a note of sarcasm I just heard?” she narrowed her eyes.

Hearing that response, I folded my arms across my chest and looked at her deadpanned, “A note? It was a whole-ass melody.”

“Hey!” she threw her Elmo plushie at my face but I blocked right before it hit my head. We laughed.

“But really, be careful, No.”

“I am.”

Hearing her replying with such confidence gave me a waft of relief somehow. I gave her a curt smile before standing up to take my glass of water–

Huh?

Thud! 

“Oh My Gosh! Are you alright?!” 

My vision went blurry for a few seconds as I landed on the floor, feeling the world spinning below me. I felt Ino grabbing my arms to help me stand but I squeezed her hand instead. Not that I want to stay in that position. 

I can’t.

I closed my eyes, and opened, and closed again. Trying to grasp back my focus before trying to process what exactly just happened.

“You okay?!”

“Yes,” I said simply. 

“See? Your body can’t even make it to stand. You’ve forced yourself too far, Hina.” She was genuinely concerned. I was aware. But I didn’t know how to reply to that because first, it was true. And second, if I admit it she’d continue pushing her agenda to make me meet that blond daddy she kept telling me about.

“I told you, it’s a good opportunity. He has the money you need. And you only need your presence to accompany him for a day. Then you can rest for days without worrying about part-time-shits for a while.”

See? She always brings this up. 

Ino waited for me though I still didn’t reply. But this time, I–surprisingly–just found another reason not to; which is, third, it finally just hit me of how tempting that offer is.

“You need your deserved rest, Hina. Mid-term exam is coming up and you definitely can’t fail this, right?”

I stared at her and she knew that she was so so right. 

She sighed, “That’s why you need to recover. And study. You can get all those at once just by ‘sacrificing’ a day.”

I fiddled with the hem of my sweater, brain working extra careful in contemplating this offer. I bit my lower lip it became white by the pressure, saying, “You sure he doesn’t want anything else?”

“I’m positive.”

“No s–sleeping together?” my voice was small and uncertain. Explicitly saying it was kinda embarrassing.

“No. Just a date, or a dinner. You name it.”

I held my breath. “Okay.”

And that is the root for all the mess I’ve been going through after that…date? Dinner? I don’t know.

Then here I am–after a whole week has passed since that first and (should be) the last time we met–standing with my super ordinary outfit, hair as plain as how my clothes look–without even a small arrangement whatsoever. Student ID on my hand, a canvas tote bag slings over my left shoulder; I try to catch my breath as I make a sudden halt from my jog to the library and freeze completely when my eyes land on him.

That one guy I met last Saturday night. Blond hair shines golden under the sun and blue eyes beam the brightest light I have never seen on anything else before. 

He looks simple in his denim jeans and black shirt. Both sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, the veins around his forearms protrude and flex as he folds his arms across his chest. 

He looks simple, leaning without a care in the world on his black Bugatti La Voiture Noire–as if it is a common car anyone could afford– and the very car we drove together exactly a week ago. Also, the only car name, or type, or whatever, I ever manage to remember after I read its name last week.

He looks simple, even when he lifts his left hand checking the time at his Rolex circling his wrist.

He looks…simple? 

Really…? Is that the right word?

Then I check again, to all the things surrounding him. 

“Haha..ha..ha..” I breathe, “Simple my ass.”

I stare at him again and ‘simple’ is such a vulgar insult.

He is so fucking not normal. So crazy gorgeous yet intimidating. Extremely attractive yet so mysterious.

Everything about him makes me shrink like a tiny feeble drowning to the endless ocean. 

When chills run down my spine, I snap myself out of it, deciding to hurriedly run away before those eagle blue eyes catch a glimpse of my presence. 

Huh? What makes me think that he, the almighty Uzumaki Naruto, is looking for me? Here? Right now? He might be looking for his friend…? Or another girl…? I’m sure he has thousands of reasons to be standing leisurely there and me, the nobody Hinata Hyuuga, is definitely not upon that list.

My feet have already gathered all their strength to walk away until–holy shit–those blue eyes clash with mine.

Then a smirk makes itself seen on his lips.

Then they mouth ‘found you’ that I somehow manage to make out.

Then that God-carved body moves, walking, leaving his million dollar sport car to me, a mere nobody like me. 

I look around, just in case there’s somebody else around me he is actually walking toward, but nope. There’s only me in his line of sight.

Then our eyes engage in such intense staring as I feel everything around me stands still, the time seems to stop to stare at us.

“You are not even going to say hi?” he speaks. He speaks.

I snap. 

W-When did he…?

“Or are you too stunned to even speak?” he smirks, satisfaction brimming from his voice. 

I stare at him. There's lump in my throat, rendering me unable to utter even a single word. My brain seems to crash as I grip on the sling of my tote bag seeking for an anchor.

Tik.

Tik.

Tik.

Few seconds pass by and he still stands there solemnly while eyeing me with such an intense, overwhelming gaze.

“Say somethin’, Nata.” He talks like silk, yet there’s this weird, implicit dominance emitting from his husky voice–which is so scandalously inviting–that makes me helplessly obey whatever he says. 

“Y-Yes?”

Damn the power he holds over me.

Damn that nickname he gave specially for me.

Dammit. This man is so fucking dangerous.

Goddamit. 

He chuckles. 

Oh fuck. 

He dips his hand into his back pocket and takes something there. Oh fuck that flexing forearm. If I grow a kink for a fucking arm, this bastard right here is solely the one to blame. 

Another step forward is taken, his shiny shoes land on either side of mine, caging my feet within his presence. He towers over me as I try so hard not to choke myself due to my almost-snapping self-restraint to breathe this man in. His pheromone definitely does something to me. It’s so intoxicating.

Suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, he traces his back fingers down my right, slender forearm. A familiar warmth settles upon my hand as he grasps it, sending me a wild surge of awakenings from his mere touch–of how he touched me the other time.

“Here,” he whispers, his breath feels nice on top of my head.

My brain still can’t process what he does, or whatever the thing he hands me until I feel something slip through my fingers and he moves in reflex to catch it.

“Woops, careful babe.” 

His affectionate voice lands upon my ears and I’m so so so doomed.

“Phone?” I ask, confused.

“Yours.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t you break your phone? You didn’t pick up my calls at all.”

Are you serious?! Dude?!!

“It’s the only reasonable explanation, isn’t it?”

 I snort–mentally, of course. 

“I could have gone to you the first time I made my–unfortunately–failed call but I was aboard that day. Sorry, I couldn’t make it anytime sooner than this.”

He suddenly takes the phone from my grip and leans closer, hand finding its way to tuck it inside my jeans’ back pocket until he finishes it with a gentle pat that stays a second too long there. “Can’t afford you breaking this one too, can we?” his whispers feel ticklish on my ears. A sudden rush of heat come surging to the tips of my ears, or my face in general, or my whole body–whatever, but I swear to God, I can bet that they look so red red right at this fucking moment. 

“W-What–”

“I also have a lot of things to talk about. Let’s meet tonight?” he smiles and I know it wasn’t an offer. It was an order. Woah, such confidence should be a crime, no?

I focus my sight on the black shirt only a few inches away from my nose tip, trying as hard as I can to not imagine any unnecessary things, such as what lies beneath that mere fabric–oh fuck. I really need to stop thinking at all.

I can’t see it but it feels so obvious that he roots his gaze at me until his hand comes to tuck my hair behind my ear with such delicacy. Yet I can’t control the goosebumps standing on edge all over my body as his hand brushes slightly on my cheek.

“And the sweet marks I made down there are almost vanished completely. We might as well renew it later,” he says as his eyes glancing on my exposed neck.

I haven’t even made up my mind to utter a single reply when another attack–which is a quick peck on my temple and a simple ‘see you’–made their way to me. Then I see him walking backward with both his hands tucked inside his pockets and a smirk on his lips as if emphasizing his absolute glory in making my whole being a complete bust with his brief presence.

He tops this goodbye with a wink then swiftly turns around, walking toward his car and driving to the main road. The humming of its machine booms inside my whole world until it finally vanishes in the distance.

I don’t even realize how long I stand like a statue there until my watch beeps, reminding me of my original destination to get the anatomy book I’ve been queuing for two weeks to borrow.

What makes him so confident that I would come to see him again? I wonder. Even though Ino–the one who made the ‘one day rule’–has broken it herself, but I’d made myself clear to hold onto it ‘til the very end before I decided to jump right into this whirlpool of rich people shit.

“Huh? Where’s my student ID?” I rummage through my tote bag as the librarian waits to scan my ID. “I was sure I held it before I jogged here, but then–” oh shit. Holy fucking shit.

It’s only then I got the answer.  

Damn that sly fox.

#naruhina fanfiction #writing warm up #I need unhinged mf Naruto 😵🧡 #him being possessive aggressive would be the death of me

[maknae-mess]

wenrene + tying their necktie for them

Joohyun has been lost in her thoughts lately. It isn't unlike the CEO to do that when things are busy in the company, but it's been less so since their marriage. Wendy tries not to linger on it because she knows eventually Joohyun comes around, but this is different.

Joohyun is much more quiet. Which also isn't abnormal, but she's distant. Her mind is completely somewhere else without her even realizing it sometimes. The only thing that seems to ground her is Wendy's presence. But Wendy knows that she can't be there for Joohyun every minute of everyday, Joohyun would hate that. Joohyun would try to change herself so that Wendy wouldn't have to worry.

Joohyun's side of the bed is cold when Wendy wakes up. She's been more attuned to her soulmate's presence over time so she can literally feel when Joohyun is physically near in a weird way. Joohyun isn't perched at her desk but she is somewhere in the room.

Wendy rubs her sleepy eyes and sees the walk in closet with the light on. Determined, Wendy drags her exhausted body from bed because she knows Joohyun is up early again for the third time this week to go to work. She hates that Joohyun leaves for work so early; she wants her soulmate with her in bed.

Wendy peeks her head into their closet and Joohyun is staring down at the open tie drawer. Her trousers on and baby blue button up tucked neatly in.

Joohyun doesn't hear her approach. So Wendy quietly says, "Unnie..."

Joohyun looks up and turns to her voice. As if she knew Wendy was there or maybe just exhausted from her lack of sleep because of her thoughts. A small smile graces her lips and it's Wendy's only saving grace.

Wendy stands beside Joohyun and looks at the neatly rolled ties. "How about this one?" She chooses one that isn't too flashy but it is attention grabbing. A blue satin one, that almost looks royal or sapphire.

Joohyun nods with a low 'It looks good.' She reaches for it but Wendy reaches for it first. "I'll do it, unnie." There is little contemplation and little hesitation as Joohyun concedes and turns to Wendy to put on the tie for her. She bows her head a little bit and steps closer for Wendy to put it around her neck. Wendy feels the warmth of Joohyun's body near hers, then under her hands as she tucks the tie underneath her collar and makes a neat Windsor knot. She tugs the bottom tongue of the tie and grasps the knot to bring it around Joohyun's neck comfortably. She brushes off Joohyun's shoulders, feeling the crisp material of her button up under hands. It's cool despite Joohyun's warm body underneath and Wendy appreciates how she can feel Joohyun's shoulders.

Joohyun also places her hands on Wendy's hips. Her hands hot against her silk nightgown. "Thank you, my love."

Wendy carefully leans in to peck her lips, trying not to ruin her lipstick. "Always."

#wenrene #writing warm up #self prompt #soulmate au #intimacy prompt

[megacharicific]

Three. Five. Seven. Two.

Three. Five. Seven. Two.

There’s a looseness between the handle, in Three. It’s a bad blade. Talon knew that when he haggled for it with the urchin wearing the yellow raincoat. Still, he’s made it work until it was worth it.

He spots the indigo-cloaked figure is two intersections behind him, again. Unease. On the sewer-height low Noxian streets, the noxious namesake holds true. Talon wonders if Three can take the upcoming one.

The figure attacks before he can. Slight wind and whistling passes the nape of his neck when the day is clear and when there are no birds perched close to them. Talon digs a foot in the dirt and runs a sudden right turn. He leads the chase to a dead-end alley he trusts, and leaps onto the windowsill. The assaillant’s head enters the alley and Talon throws. Seven hits the thigh while the assassin slinks from Five. A shout.

They charge, cloak puffed around them like a cobra, the dagger strikes, a lightning-quick silver fang. Talon wields Three. It nicks as the blades meet. Talon leaps down, presses in, draws a line of blood along their dagger-arm. They take a step back and lose just enough balance. Talon stabs forward. His hand sinks halfway through the chest and leaves the knife there.

The body slides to the ground after it is done screaming, and Four protrudes from its chest. Talon leaves the scene with his hand soaked in blood.

#writing warm up #league of legends #talon league of legends #talon du couteau #charicific writes

[projecttreehouse]

write EVERY DAY. here's how.

where inspiration fails, habit will always have your back. this is why it's important to build writing into your life as a habit, if you ever want to finish a project or improve your skills.

back in 2018, i (nat) was a college student without much going for me. i was feeling creatively stifled and insecure and like i didn't have TIME to write good. and i was right. i didn't have time to write GOOD. but i did have time to write SOMETHING. so that january, i built the habit. i wrote every single day in 2018, and almost every single day since.

because once you establish the habit, it becomes safer to skip a day (or three days) here and there. you will at least THINK about writing every day, even if you go straight from work to social plans to bed, or you're on vacation, or you're too sick to write. and that thinking is part of the habit!

here are the tips i followed to make this happen.

-pick a reasonable goal. starting off, mine was 300 words. now, i don't follow a goal, because the habit is so solid i don't need to. but 300 words is easy and quick. and if you give a pig a pancake, they'll probably have days where they write 500, 1000, even 3k words.

-log your word count. this is interesting to look back on every new year's eve, and it provides accountability. do this however you like; a spreadsheet, a physical notebook, a note in your phone, each day's section in your planner, whatever works for you. i have a channel in my personal discord server where i log mine.

-do NOT edit as you go. just write write write. if you feel like something you wrote needs work, yeah, it probably does-- everything needs to be edited, but that's a problem for later. highlight sentences you can't get right or make note of them to edit LATER. but do not edit as you go!

-write self-indulgent crap. fanfiction, shitty poetry, manifestos, rants, self insert fantasy romance, whatever floats your boat. having a shitty self-indulgent backup story to work on when i didn't feel like writing for the projects i cared about really helped get me in the habit. write for an audience of one!

-journal if you can't write. this may not necessarily build your skill as much as writing regular prose would, but it does help you maintain the habit and it can be useful in lots of other ways.

-think outside the box. write trivia questions. write a list of your favorite childhood toys. write a review of the book you're reading. i'm writing this post, that's going toward my word count for the day. again, this is still writing, and it helps maintain the habit.

-get comfortable writing on your phone. this took me a long time, but making it over this hurdle has saved my habit so many times.

you'll be surprised at the cool shit you end up writing on those days when you swore you weren't inspired enough. and you'll be delighted with how much progress you will make honing your craft!

happy writing! if you have any questions about how to implement any of these tips, our ask box is always open.

#WRITERS ON TUMBLR #WRITING #WRITEBLR #OUTLINING #WRITING TIPS #EDITING TIPS #WRITING ADVICE #INDIE PUBLISHING #INDIE WRITING #WRITING COMMUNITY #NOVEL EDITING #NOVEL EDITING SERVICE #NANOWRIMO #WRITE IT #WRITERS BLOCK #WRITING WARM UP #NOVEL WRITING #WRITING PROMPTS #WRITER THINGS #CREATIVE WRITING #WRITERS #WRITING TOOLS #PUBLISHING #EDITING #BOOKS AND NOVELS #YA NOVELS #FICTION #LITERARY FICTION #SHORT STORIES

[skeptiquewrites]

Microfic: Trust Me

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'trust me'. cw: intentional memory loss.

Potter,

If you're reading this, I've left, likely without saying goodbye. I am sorry, even though you won't believe me.

To you, I entrust my memories of the last two years. When we meet again, it will be as near strangers. It will keep you safer than anything else I could come up with. This way, no one can use what I know against you. Promise kept. Nothing else would have been certain to work.

I need you. Everyone else needs you more. We will meet again soon. You have all my faith and all my love.

Take care, DM

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #100 words #memory loss #writing warm up

[ponds-of-ink]

Hypothetical FNAF World 2 Scene: “A Figure’s Ramble”

Got inspired by @pastelpink13’s idea of actually creating a monologue scene for Scraptrap. So, here’s a little writing warmup before I get ready for the big NaNoWrimo session.

Also, all other characters have been made vague on purpose. Mainly because of FNAF World’s pretty hefty roster, really.

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The four travelers navigated the long alleyway. Their leader guided the others, offering some words of encouragement to those more skittish. And that uneasiness was understandable, due to the grunge and the overall terrifying atmosphere it gave off. Almost as if it was an outdoor lair for some madcap loner to call home. A home said madcap loner would be very easy to protect, maybe.

Despite this, the four pressed on. “We should be close to our next boss battle,” the leader commented, holding out some list on a yellowed sheet of paper. “After that, we’ll be moving on to Downtown!“

A rattling sound caused the quartet to halt. They looked in the direction of the noise, spotting an empty trashcan knocked over. As they passed questions to each other, a heavily-dressed figure emerged from the shadows from the opposite wall. “You didn’t think your trip would be that easy, did you?” it asked in a hoarse voice.

The quartet looked at each other. To be honest, no one knew what to answer to that.

The leader stepped forward. “What do you want?” came the question. “We’re here to fight the mad scientist Dr. Scraptrap! Not some random creepy guy in a blue cloak!”

The figure chuckled darkly. “ I believe your assumptions are a bit misguided, brave one,” he sniggered, drawing himself up to full standing height. “Who’s to say that the one in the cloak isn’t the one you’re looking for?”

Again, the quartet looked to each other. “The guy might have a point,” quipped the toughest-looking one. “He does kinda sound like the one we’re looking for. Intimidating voice, pride as big as a house cat, an entrance that scares the pants off of any normal animatronic—“

“Then why is he wearing a cloak on top of his lab coat?” asked the most fashion-forward. “Wouldn’t he get too warm?”

“It beats having a bag over one’s head,” the rabbit cut in, alerting the group. “That’s one reason I can think of.”

“W-Why would you have a bag over your head?” asked the rookie in a quivering voice.

The rabbit assumed a more defensive stance. Its glowing pupils trembled. “You haven’t heard much about me, have you?” he questioned back, his tone dancing between pain and irritation.

All four party members nodded, this time in unison.

Scraptrap sighed darkly. “Then allow me to introduce myself properly,” he said, bowing low. “I am Doctor Scraptrap. Graduate of The University’s first-ever Mad Scientist Program and former bassist for the Salvage Gang. Alas, I am only renown for one thing in both achievements: my horrendous, mirror-shattering appearance.” He paused to re-adjust his cloak as he returned to his former position. “Never mind the accolades and breakthroughs done for animatronics and specters alike,” he continued in a sorrowful, melodramatic fashion. “Never-mind the band-impressing riffs on my trusted bass guitar, aiding in creating the most locally-acclaimed tunes in this entire city! No! The only truly standout thing is having a face that shatters ten washroom mirrors in mere seconds! Seconds that I timed for someone else’s joke experiment!!” He gripped his head with his hand, letting out a seething hiss through his teeth.

One of the other members timidly joined the leader’s side. “Are…you okay?” was the obvious question that arose.

Scraptrap’s entire body shook. “I will be once I’m done with you,” he growled, forcing himself to return to his battle-ready stance. “Maybe The Big Boss will be so proud of me for wiping you out. So proud, if fact, that the nickname ‘Peanut-Head’ will be erased from this wretched city’s lexicon in a matter of hours!”

The quartet shared one last exchange of expressions. All of them prepared their weapons. “As much as we’d like to help you out, we can’t let your boss win,” the leader explained after powering up. “You’re going down, Doctor.”

“So be it!” Scraptrap laughed manically. “Let’s have this gruesome face be the last thing you group of heroes will ever see!”

And so, the battle began.

#scraptrap #fnaf world 2 #dr scraptrap #fnaf fandom #writing warm up #I really want to write an aftermath now #but I dunno if I have time yet #we’ll see