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eli-writes-sometimes · 8 months
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OC-Tober Day 2
I'm doing @icannotreadcursive's oc-tober prompt list (which you can find here), and today's prompt was:
Getting ready for a formal event
So here's Luke and Harper, from Superlosers, getting ready for their university's end-of-year party!
He had been looking forward to it for weeks, and it was finally here. He had been told that the end-of-year party at the university was legendary, both from testimonials on social media and from his older brother, who had seen 5 of them during his course four years before.
A 24-hour long party at whatever the largest venue that the student council could hire, and whoever lasted the longest was treated like royalty, and could wear their victory like a badge of honour for the next month, or as long as anyone still cared about it.
Being Luke's first year, he had never experienced it before, and he was planning to make the most of it.
"Right, what are you planning to wear?"
Harper was lying on his bed, playing with her hair as she stared at him examining his wardrobe.
"Do I need a plan? I was hoping to just throw on whatever I could find on the night" "Are you joking?" She got up, moving over to him and pushed him away, inspecting the meagre contents of his wardrobe. "This is only the biggest party in the city! Everyone is going to be there, and we're not going to be any different! We have to look good, all right?" "Yeah, yeah, I get it. My wardrobe isn't exactly stocked for a fancy event, I don't know if you can tell."
Luke flicked through the hanging clothes, looking past his vast collection of band t-shirts and cargo trousers, trying to find something that he could wear.
"You're the fashion expert, right? Have you got any advice?" "Right, is there any way that you could acquire a suit in the next 24 hours?"
Luke glared at her, and she held up her hands in a surrender.
"Right. I'll improvise then." "What's that supposed to mean?" Luke asked, but his question was ignored as Harper disappeared out of the room, walking towards her own with a purpose one would associate with a warrior marching to a holy war.
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Half an hour and a long car ride later, Harper returned, running back into Luke's room brandishing a large black bag.
"What the hell have you got there?" Luke asked, taking off his headphones as she entered, gently slamming the door behind her. "Your outfit! I saw you had some black cargo trousers, so those were fine, and I managed to liberate these from my parent's house for your upper layer!" "Can I ask what these are?" He said, his voice only slightly betraying his nervousness. "Well, you know how I went to that girl's school from when I was in year 10? They had black uniforms, right? Well, I thought I could repurpose it!" She was grinning now, and Luke sighed, holding up his hands and trying to get a sense of what she was talking about. "Hold on, hold on. Are you saying that you want me to go to this formal attire event wearing your old school uniform?" "Yeah! Doesn't it look good?" She pulled the black blazer out from the bag, holding it up with a huge smile on her face. She didn't seem to notice the fact that the school's logo was still very obviously embroidered on the lapel of the blazer, "And you see no problems with this?" "Of course not!" "What about the logo though?" Luke pointed at it, a small golden tree growing out from the school's initials. "What about it? I was planning to go at it with a seam ripper, when I'm done it'll be like it was never there!"
Luke couldn't stop himself from grinning, swept along by his girlfriend's intense enthusiasm. She was clearly a textiles student, and she clearly loved her craft.
"You know what? I can't believe you're willing to go this far just for an outfit for a freaking last-day-of-exams party" "Why wouldn't I be? It's a big one! Both our first party as students here and our first year together! It's a big event. of course I'm going to put a lot of effort into it! Plus, we need to look goo stumbling out of there at 11 Sunday morning." "I guess you're right. Well then, show me the seam ripper!"
*****
Turns out, Harper had also "liberated" a white shirt from her dad's wardrobe, and managed to make Luke look like he actually belonged in the formal setting that was going to devolve oh so quickly.
"Look at that. A vision." She said as she looked him up and down. "I wouldn't go that far, but I appreciate it." He said, grinning. "You're so modest." "Of course, I'm obviously the most modest person ever"
The two of them dissolved into fits of laughter, before returning to planning what they were sure was going to be the best night of their lives so far.
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lastoneout · 10 months
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People don't like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn't be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they're basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.
Like it's just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like "we're using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can" and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.
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lgbtlunaverse · 4 months
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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.
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pen-of-roses · 6 months
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Do y'all ever think about how cool it is that art inspires other art inspires other art inspires other art in an endless cycle
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everydaylouie · 10 months
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the debutante
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urfriendlywriter · 5 months
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How to get to know your characters better?
(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3
what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?
is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?
do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr
do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.
ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?
does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)
will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?
what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?
will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?
around whom does your oc lets their guard down?
are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?
what type of music does ur oc like?
write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.
do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?
what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)
do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)
what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?
will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?
does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?
if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?
how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)
what's an ideal day for your oc?
lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?
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thehmn · 3 months
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Here’s a job you probably never even knew existed but is perfect for episodic stories.
Years and years ago I worked for a substitute/temp company, meaning other companies could ask for, say, five workers for any kind of job for anywhere from a day to a month and my company would then pick out five of their employees with suitable skills and ask us if we wanted to take the job.
You can imagine I ended up getting all sorts of wacky experiences. This was the job where I was hired to clean a dirty old kitchen with 10 other people at a mansion but got lost one day and walked into a cultish room with an altar and thrones lined up along the wall.
And when I say any kind of job I mean it. People asked for all sorts of unskilled work but the company also got requests for specialized work that only certain workers could do. I spent a week in an empty building where I only saw the other worker who had been hired along with me attaching wheels to carts. At another job we were sent up through a hole in the ceiling at a mall where we cleaned out old boxes. A particularly beautiful job entailed “braiding” small transparent tubes down a wall at a temporary closed factory while the sun was shining through ceiling windows which made the tubes glitter like glass. No idea what that job was about. We did anything from cleaning to preparing food to clearing a building site to factory work to hauling fish to painting to looking after animals to-
And if you like dressing your characters up you’re going to love this; our company didn’t have their own uniform because we were always dressed in the uniforms of the companies we were hired out to, or the companies would dress us in work appropriate clothes like overalls or aprons. I was once handed a cute long dress to wear while I sold pancakes.
I realize some of it sounds dangerous but it was all perfectly safe. Sometimes companies just needed extra help with something for a few days. The only reason why I stopped was because the work wasn’t stable and you never knew how far you’d have to travel to the next job. It was fun though.
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agentravensong · 3 months
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thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.
thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.
no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.
compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.
those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.
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apparentlytheproblem · 4 months
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e n e m i e s t o l o v e r s t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t
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these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)
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-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-
"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."
"fuck you" "when"
“He so likes her.”
“I don’t mind wasting time on you.”
“I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.”
“I feel things…”
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"
“I might need more.”
“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”
“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”
"shut up and kiss me"
"such a pretty liar mhmm"
“Took you long enough.”
“We might have been wrong.”
"what did you do"
“What the fuck is your problem?
"where the hell is he?"
"you want me?" "you know i do"
"stop crying"
"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."
"this is so wrong-"
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-ˏˋ. scenarios ˊˎ-
both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush
internal conflict of being enemies with benefits
fake dating to get someone of their back
enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie
they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention
they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad
injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go
cant stand that they're ignoring them
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me-writes-prompts · 7 months
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:-Soft moments that are just so precious-:
By @me-writes-prompts
Those nights when they come home late and see you asleep on the couch and they come, pick you up and tuck you into bed with a kiss on your forehead(WHEN WILL THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEE)
Them kissing you repeatedly when you do something cute and they can't hold in their aww
Those tight hugs they give you after coming home, and you just squeeze back and melt in them because they are your home>>>>>>
"I missed you so much, love. I wish I could teleport to see you." (yesssss)
Putting their foreheads together and just being content with each other's presence
Those slow dances in the kitchen while they cook together
^^"I could do this forever." "What, cook?" "No, you silly! I meant dancing with you." and then they laugh and pull you into one of the most passionate kiss ever.
Friendly debates that quickly end with them laughing at how ridiculous it was
Long walks, hand in hand, your head leaning on their shoulder(AHHH-)
Them repeatedly telling you they'll never leave you when you start to doubt everything
Kissing you, and then putting their hands around your neck to stay like that for the next seconds, minutes as you two get lost in each other.
Those little teasing moments when they're all goofy and you just skfsjhfksklj melttttt
Lying their head on your lap while they read a book, and once in a while peek from it and you give them a kiss on their forehead every time, because they are just so adorable
Giving you a head message
Them poking your cheeks when you smile because they think your smile is the best thing in the world
Hugging you from behind, and then taking that opportunity to tickle you
Those little head pats as a way of saying that they are proud of you
Bread cheeks that you can't help but pull on them
Them giving you puppy eyes that you can't resist and give them a kiss
When they pout because you don't give them enough attention, and they just come to you and cling to you like a koala
Making hearts with their hands when they catch your eyes and grinning widely(hehehehe)
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goryhorroor · 29 days
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horror sub-genres: lovecraftian/cosmic
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ishipgenfics · 8 months
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Outsider POV on Somewhere Else Jonathan Sims must be just. so much.
Like imagine. You're part of a support group, and a new guy decides to join. You ask him his name and he says, "Jonathan," and then after a long pause, "Blackwood. Jonathan Blackwood. But call me Jon."
He doesn't like tape recorders. You only know this because the person who hosts the support group is into retro things, and tries to keep a couple around. She turned one on once when someone asked about it, and you noticed Jon clutching his nails into his hands so tight he's nearly breaking the skin. You lean over and whisper, "Do you want me to ask her to stop?" He says, "It's fine," and you nod, but you still try and change the subject whenever people bring up tape recorders from that point on.
He full-body flinches one day when someone says Hello, Jon. Nearly slams into a wall and everything. He tries to play it off, but after that people say Hi Jon, or Nice to see you, or things like that. Anything but Hello.
He says he used to work at a 'non-profit for studying the supernatural'. Someone asks where it was and he says London. You tell your wife about it, and two days later she emails you an article. Magnus Institute Burns Down In 1999. It was in Manchester. You tell her not to bring it up again.
The guy is snarky and blunt and downright rude at times, but when a woman comes in and tells them about being trapped in a empty warehouse for a week, he comforts her in a way none of the rest of them know how. "I believe you," he says, repeats it like a mantra, like a prayer. "I believe you." He says 'I'm sorry' less like he's sorry this happened to her, and more like he's taking the blame onto himself.
He talks about Martin, sometimes. His reason, he calls him. Normally you'd point out that while it's of course good to love your partner, you should have other reasons to live, but you stay quiet. This guy needs all the happiness he can get.
You leave a little late that day, and when you do you hear him on the phone talking to someone. "She'd been touched by the Lonely, Martin!" he says. "Which is bad, of course, but--" he seems to choke up, "Martin, I didn't feel any compulsion for a Statement. A-at all. I think it's really gone."
You just walk by.
You don't know what's going on with Jon, but it really isn't any of your business. You're an anxious queer lesbian and he's a traumatized ace guy, and you aren't going to make his life any harder than you have to.
Just. Jonathan Sims in a support group.
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bubblesbinxs · 1 month
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it’s currently 2am where i am so technically 4th of april.. Happy 2 Years ISWM !!!!!!!
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keyotosprompts · 2 months
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you're the thoughts that can't be tamed ⊹₊。ꕤ
some ways to build tension
⇴ holding person b's hand longer than usual, just because person a craves the skinship. meanwhile, the person b is practically on fire and keeps glancing at person a.
⇴ "and if you're not ready for this right now, then i can wait–" and the other person cuts them off with a kiss.
⇴ cutting people off with kisses in general. something so endearing about not being able to contain your love for someone that you have to express it asap.
⇴ that silence before a long, deep conversation between person a and person b. they're both looking around at anything but each other, when both parties want nothing more than to desperately reach out. (like they're spiraling not being able to talk to each other)
⇴ "so..." "so."
⇴ that feeling when person a knows there's someone behind them, but is too nervous to check in case it's person b. meanwhile, person b is highly anticipating person a to look back.
⇴ always (and i mean ALWAYS) managing to find each other even through the busiest of crowds. and having that moment where you two make eye contact across the room.
⇴ rubbing/scratching a body part (ex. back) and person a's hand lingers a little too low on accident. but they're freaking out and don't know what to do, so they just keep their hand where it is.
⇴ "if you wanna say something, now's your chance."
⇴ slowly watching person a walk away, even though person b wants them to stay. so, person b runs and tries to catch up with person a before they leave.
⇴ one bed trope except they can't even build the classic wall of pillows. the bed is tiny, so person a and b have to lay so close together that a can feel b's heartbeat pounding.
⇴ ^^ "are you cold?" person b asks even though they can feel their body heat radiating over person a.
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everydaylouie · 9 months
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Igname the Boar
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strawberrycartt · 2 months
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From the heart 🎶
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