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lyralit · 1 year

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subtle ways to include foreshadowing

one character knowing something offhandedly that they shouldn't, isn't addressed until later

the crow rhyme

colours!! esp if like, blue is evil in your world and the mc's best friend is always noted to wear blue...betrayal?

write with the ending in mind

use patterns from tragic past events to warn of the future

keep the characters distracted! run it in the background until the grand reveal

WEATHER.

do some research into Chekhov's gun

mention something that the mc dismisses over and over

KEEP TRACK OF WHAT YOU PUT. don't leave things hanging.

unreliable characters giving information that turn out to be true

flowers and names with meanings

anything with meanings actually

metaphors. if one character describes another as "a real demon" and the other turns out to be the bad guy, you're kind of like...ohhh yeahhh

anyways add anything else in the tags

#foreshadowing #writing tips #lyralit #writing #writing prompts #writerblr #writing blog #prompt list #foreshadow #writers #writblr #writers block #writing ideas #creative writing

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rk-tmblr · 19 days

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WHAT IF THEY HAD GIVEN UP?

From the top of the skyscraper, Yokohama shone in the night for miles down there, extending over the horizon. It was impossible to tell the ocean from the starry sky, and it felt like being swallow whole from the city.

“I won’t follow you this time.”

His words flew into the same breeze that had his red locks escaping under the hat he wore. He didn't turn to challenge his gaze, to scream at his face like he was used to. No, he stayed still with heavy feet on the pavement, gravity grounding him in a place where it had heads spinning.

“This shit’s old and I got tired of all of this… nothing! ‘Cause this is nothing you give me while I always spend everything I own,” at least anger remained in his voice, “And it’s not fair.”

“Whenever is it?”, he questioned with his eyes fixed on his petit figure, hands balled into fist inside the pocket of his trench coat and a red and white, half empty package of cigarettes crumpling between fingers.

“Never, but I won’t hold onto it anymore, Dazai.”

He hid the crawling feeling running under the bandages against his skin with the lame excuse of circumstances. From that height, summer turned out to be incredibly chilly.

“Finally I obtained to find the limit of a dog's loyalty, huh?”, he couldn't help but jab him just to get one of his normal reaction back.

But he looked at him by the corner of his eye, the electric blue iris seizing him up with finality.

“Goodbye then, Chuuya.”

It always came easy the fake cheeky grin on his lips, the little tilt of head on the side that made his brown wavy locks hide one of his eyes -like he used to do with bandages back then- and a mocking hand shaking in a salute gesture.

As if it still was friendly. As if it was a see ya soon instead.

It always has been so fucking easy to pretend until everything around him just became his own play-act to have fun with.

And now both parties did have enough of this cat and mouse game.

It was over.

“Goodbye.”

I hope you liked this Soukoku one shot for the "What if they had given up?" prompt, @chris-da1265!! If any of you have other requests, I leave you here the link of the writing prompts list and I'll be happy to write for you! <3

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nikkywrites · 2 years

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happy STS! (I've never done this before)

tell us about the WIP you're currently obsessing over..

Happy STS!! Welcome :D Thanks for stopping by. This ended up being a ramble about Celeste’s obsession entirely by accident. Still counts, though?

Technically it’s Masks and Trust at the moment, but I think my obsession is about to shift. Let’s ramble a little about Celeste and Vega, though. They are my babies and they pair together so well and I love them.

Something I noticed when gathering up picrews to give people an idea of how they look (because I’ve yet to share anything really, aside from a single photo in their character intros) — is what they both did with their hair post-quitting being a hero/villain and how their definition of freedom with it is not the same. Because they both change it because they finally have the time/freedom/energy to do so. Celeste always has longer hair and she never considers cutting it short until she quits and chops it off on impulse and likes it. Vega keeps hers… mid-length? Like, shoulder-ish length, give or take (maybe?), and after quitting, she grows it out.

She has a lot of hair and Celeste is obsessed with it (need to write something with that actually because it’s a Thing) and they get into a groove of Celeste brushing/braiding/whatever Vega’s hair if she’s stressed or nervous. It’s just super calming for her and Vega is not at all opposed to it (aka she loves it. Why manage her own hair when she has a girlfriend to do it for her?). She’s actually really good at it and Vega doesn’t understand how she can do a nice bun because hers always come out super messy (I’m not projecting there at all, why would you think that). And if they’re going on a fancy date, unless it’s a surprise, she’s 100% doing Vega’s hair because she’s better with it.

She definitely forces Vega into better hair care, though it takes Vega a while to notice it. Pre-Celeste she just does the minimum. Keeps it brushed, uses a random shampoo/conditioner she chose based on scent, doesn’t think about it too much. But post-Celeste, she has a handful of products and a schedule and fancy shampoo and conditioner (god, I’m going to need to do hair care research because it’s a thing that Celeste will have done research about. Celeste, why are you like this? I didn’t write you to be obsessed with your girlfriend’s hair. It’s not a personality trait). Like. She gives Vega a whole Routine and I should probably write when she realizes because she’ll just be… idk putting in oil or gel or whatever and just. Have an epiphany about the effort she’s putting in that she never has before and never would have started doing on her own. She’ll call Celeste out for tricking her into it but Celeste won’t know what she’s talking about because she wasn’t trying to be sneaky. It was obvious. She laughs at Vega for not noticing. Vega’s hair becomes shinier and softer thanks to Celeste, which worsens the obsession with it. It’s a cycle.

And Vega regarding Celeste’s hair — she loves it too, and if Celeste’s hands are shaking too much or she’s not… present/focused enough (she’s got Trauma, poor baby), she’ll do tiny little braids in her hair but that’s about all that can be done. She might play with it, twist it in her fingers when they’re cuddling, to define the loose curls she already has. Actually scratch that, no might about it, she will play with her hair. It’s soothing for both of them.

Did not mean to ramble about their hair (mostly Vega’s. Curse you, Celeste. Have a hobby that isn’t your girlfriend’s hair challenge) ((She’ll fail)).

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heartstopsbeating · 2 years

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☁️🍓 <3

☁️ wip you want to write but haven't started yet

Well, okay. I have a lot of random ideas for things, so there are plenty of ideas for WIPs, but I think the one I'm most excited about was one I had kind of recently. It's a story about a ragtag group of musicians who all meet each other completely by accident at a music festival. Each of them plays a different instrument, and each of them is like insanely good at it. When the ten of them (yes, there are ten) are all present when one of the biggest musicians in the city suddenly dies, they take it upon themselves to try and solve the murder. But each of them is a suspect...and time is running out as the real murderer comes closer and closer to ending them, too. It should be a fun story...but I need to finish my current WIP first. XD

🍓 worst thing you've done to your characters

Oh, gods. Um. I'm not sure, actually. The main plot of my current WIP is that my main protag, Z, has had his memory completely erased, so that seems kind of awful, but that's the driving reason behind the plot so I'm not sure that counts. I mean...all three of my important/main protags kind of have horribly tragic backstories...Z's parents removed /suppressed/altered memories long before the Dark did, Shade (love interest and second main protag) used to be a human prince before a witch (that happened to be his sister) betrayed him and turned him into a Tormentor (long story), and Darren (kind of an antihero, third main protag) watched his family die in a senseless and brutal battle that annihilated his entire town. So. I guess the worst thing I've done to my characters is give them fucked-up enough backstories to drive their personalities. (Alternatively, this answer could be the inclusion of Melody in their lives, because I absolutely LOATHE her―and I'm the author.)

#asks #answered asks #lyralit #writing asks #ask game #please feel free to send more asks #the game template can be found on my page

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annarts05 · 1 year

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popping for a quick hello and a "may you get writing motivation✨" because we haven't talked in a while <3

(and thank you for tagging me in postssss...I know I never get to them but I promise you I tell myself I will and then the will just...goes away;..but thank you !!)

Kakhxhahavwjnznaman aww <33 ty I hope the writing motivation comes to me too lol, and ofc to u too :OOO

Oh I'm glad I'm not annoying u with my tagging lol ig ill keep doing it haha if thats oki with u <33

#lyralit #favorite people

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celiantherandom · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: No Fandom, Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Brothers, Big Brothers, Childhood Friends, Best Friends, Friendship, Male Friendship, LGBTQ Character, Family, Roommates, Randomness, Random word generator, Crazy, POV First Person, Asexual Character, Relic Hunters, Religion, Siblings Summary:

My name is Aiden Porter and I'm just a normal guy with a normal life. Or at least that's what I like to think, as long as neither my brothers, my friends, or my roommates drag me into their crazy ideas...

#challenge #random word generator #ace #crazy #random #brothers #books and literature #ao3 #writers #fanfic #writers on ao3 #@lyralit

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zooone · 2 years

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How the fuck do you plot *bangs head against desk* how!?!?!?

-bee

dont ask me man i tried to write like 5 different plot thingys and they all ended up as firewood ://

#they were good ideas too man #but good luck with yours #id recommend those yhhh writing prompt blogs #my favorite is youneedsomeprompts i believe #and lyralit #those ones have some stuff on helping with pplots #but yesrs #asks #bee anon! <3

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thegreatwicked · 3 months

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Writing Resources

I'm back to working on more Obi-Cress and after finishing Padawan I needed to gather my thoughts and some resources because there are only so many ways to describe a kiss! Anyhow, wanted to put some of the great resources I've found across Tumblr here to share with you guys! Happy writing!

Writing Tips

How to Show Emotions @creativepromptsforwriting

Advice for Writing Relationships

The Smut Writers Dictionary @maybeeatspaghetti

How to Write Fight Scenes. @reachartwork

The Ultimate Masterlist @a-cure-for-writers-block

Show Don't Tell @modifieduchiha

How to Give Personality to a Character @bookished

Show, Don't Tell @lyralit

Words to Use Instead of Said @slayingfiction

Useful Websites for Writers @nakajimeow

Rare English Words @er-cryptid

Character Flaws by slayingfiction

Emotions in Writing @mems-sama

Little Romantic Gestures @jaylaxies

How to Go from Daydream to Draft by @endlessburningdarkness

Good Traits to Bad by @writers-potion

50 Questions for Your Characters by @3hks

Writing Help by @nsk96

Writing Resources by @1one2two3three4four

Writing Prompts

Blossoming Romance Writing Prompts @eloquentmoon

Flirty Prompts URfriendlywriter

Touch Starved Prompts @jasminesfury

#writing resources #writing tips #writing prompts #smut writing

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kurlyfrasier · 2 days

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NEED HELP WRITING? (a masterlist)

I have likely not added many that I've reblogged to this list. Please feel free to roam my blog and/or ask/message me to add something you'd like to see on this list!

Synonym Lists

Look by @writers-potion

Descriptors

Voices by @saraswritingtipps

Show, Don't Tell by @lyralit

Tips & Tricks

5 Tips for Creating Intimidating Antagonists by @writingwithfolklore

How To (Realistically) Make a Habit of Writing by @byoldervine

Let's Talk About Misdirection by @deception-united

Tips to Improve Character Voice by @tanaor

Stephen King's Top 20 Rules for Writers posted by @toocoolformedschool

Fun Things to Add to a Fight Scene (Hand to Hand Edition) by @illarian-rambling

Questions I Ask My Beta Readers by @burntoutdaydreamer

Skip Google for Research by @s-n-arly

Breaking Writing Rules Right: Don't Write Direct Dialogue by @septemberercfawkes

Databases/Resources

International Clothing

Advice/Uplifting

Too Ashamed of Writing To Write by @writingquestionsanswered

"Said" is Beautiful by @blue-eyed-author

#writing #synonyms #writing tips #writing tricks #writing advice #writing resources

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spctrsgf · 10 months

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to his office

prompt #351 from @/lyralit:

“I could kiss you right now.”

“You’re very welcome to do it.”

word count: 3.8k

warnings: spidey!reader (tried to make it gn, lmk if i messed anything up!), language, my shitty spanish, innuendos but no actual sex

a/n: i saw atsv and miguel was SO SCRUMPTIOUS i had to write this

“HOBIE!” You yell at the aforementioned Brit, narrowly missing a chunk of some building that is being thrown at you. “I bloody know!” He yells back, swinging from the building next to you.

You nudge your head to the left as a signal to him, releasing a quick whip of web to maneuver behind a rough, brick building to land on the side of it. Hobie wasn’t too far behind, and Gwen was soon to your left as well. The three of you heave in heavy breaths, synchronous in your silence. The inevitable stomp of the angry anomaly of the week roams in search of the very people next to you as well as yourself.

“She just does not give up, does she?” Hobie quips, filling the silence.

“Well,” Gwen adds. “We did make her angry.”

“We? You were the one who threw a brick at her, mate.”

“And who’s idea was it to do that?”

“It was a bloody joke!”

“It didn’t sound like it–”

“Okay!” You exclaim, cutting their childish argument in half. “Enough. Back to defeating the Wannabe Crab woman, okay?”

“Right,” Hobie answers, quick to drop his anger like usual. “What’s the plan, boss?”

“We gotta trap him somewhere, but this fucking city is endless. It’ll take forever.”

“I think we gotta get her hands tied,” Pavitr says from above, nearly desticking Gwen from the brick wall in surprise. “That’s where the power is, right?”

“Jeez, Pav,” You yelp, coming down from your initial shock. “We didn’t see ya there.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for scaring you, but seriously. I think we gotta tie her hands!”

“He’s right, that would solve all the cement throwing we got going on.” Hobie agrees, shifting to lean on the windowsill next to him.

You tilt your head. “Do ya think webs’ll be strong enough for that one?”

“Ours? Nah.”

“True, but Miguel’s would do us a solid right now with all this.” Pav interjects.

“He’s right. We need those ever so strong webs your boyfriend has to do the job.” Gwen nudges you with her shoulder.

Your cheeks flame, and you’re eternally grateful for the silky mask you have on. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Gwen! We’re not– he doesn’t– oh my god,” You pinch the bridge of your nose as best you can through the mask. “Back on topic!”

“Seriously,” Hobie nods. “You should ask the lad to help us out.”

“Why don’t you do it?”

All you get is a shrug from him.

“Or you, Gwen? Or Pav?”

They all give you a look, a look that tells you exactly what they’re thinking.

“No. Oh my god, guys! Seriously? He doesn’t like hearing from me, anyways.”

That’s true, you firmly believe it, and you have ever since you first got to Nueva York. Being the person you are, you originally doted around the idea of talking to him, of engaging in a conversation. But, to be frank, he scared you shitless. He towered over your stature, a whopping 6’9” to your pacifying build. But, somehow you found yourself standing next to a nonchalant Hobie, watching his floating platform float impossibly slow towards the two of you after a mission.

He’d been… you could tell right away that Miguel wasn’t the type of person to sugar coat nor was he very good at hiding the emotions that flew across his face, because oh my you felt it. You felt the trail of his scarlet gaze as he took in his first impression, you felt the razor sharp cut of disgust, felt the way his tongue ran along his accentuated canines as you rambled through your report.

He’d dismissed you as quickly as humanly possible, opting to talk to the laid back Brit, the one who didn’t have to clear his voice every few sentences. Maybe it was a force of habit, you’d tried to reason as your head bowed to scurry out of the room. He has been working with Hobie longer, there has to be an ease between them.

But, as time passed, Miguel remained the same. He tossed you a cold shoulder, and seemed to avoid your presence unless needed. You tried to shrug it off, to pretend like it didn’t hurt you as much as it did, but it was hard to pretend when the sting of rejection slapped as soon as he was brought up. Which actually happened a lot.

You weren’t sure where Gwen had gotten boyfriend from that. Sure, you thought he was attractive. It was hard not to with his broad shoulders, a stark contrast to his (slutty) waist. There was something about his fangs that intrigued you, it was something you’d never seen before. And it wasn’t just the appearance that did it for you: it was that under all the anger and the rough exterior and the mask was a man, vulnerable and caring and wanting to stop what happened to him from happening to someone else.

He might be blunt and mean and pushy and all those things, but he came from a truly caring place, from a want to help. You could see that shine through in the way Gwen and Hobie and even Lyla talked about him, and you could see that in the mission notes he writes and in the slim amount of time that you were graced with his presence.

“That’s why.” Gwen’s voice shakes you clear of the memories.

“Wha?” You blink incredulously at her, like that would somehow shock you into understanding her sentence.

She shoves your wrist, which hovers in front of you with the button to call Miguel in a booming orange. “Call him.”

You glare at her, but all that earns you is a tilt of the head and a not-so-encouraging punch from Pav. “Fine! Fine.”

You take a deep breath before hitting the call button. It sends off some sort of interdimensional wave towards Nueva York, and you buzz with a different type of frequency, suddenly nervous. The Miguel effect. Your brain blurts. Always nervous. You sigh and remind yourself that there are three other spiderpeople next to you as the call goes through, and Miguel’s face pops up unceremoniously in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” Are the first words out of his mouth. “Uh, well, you see–” You start, only to be rudely cut off by his attitude. “Get to the point. I don’t have all day.”

The blunt words don’t roll off your back like normal, maybe it was because you could hear the anomaly pound, inching closer. “We need help. We need your webs, they’re stronger and can hold this guy’s claws together. He’s been tearing up the city.”

“You’re supposed to be containing the threat, not me.”

“Miguel, if you don’t get your fucking ass over here right now, all four of us are gonna be dead.”

“Doubt it.” He sounds distracted, like he was observing something else in front of him.

“Seriously? You can’t take two seconDS..!” You cut yourself off to launch off the building as the anomaly slams her fist into the spot you were rested at just a few seconds before.

You go to follow your partners in chasing the monster away from the buildings, to yell at the stubborn man currently still on call from the watch encircling your wrist, but your spidey senses perk up and then you’re swinging back towards the anomaly. Your eyes train on a woman, not much older than thirty, running for her life from the gnarly creature above her.

You don’t think. Normally, you’re all about thinking and finding the best course of action to try and save everyone, but you don’t now. Not when you’re so short on time, not when that woman could die. You dive, holding your arms out as you beeline to the poor woman. Her face turns from fear to relief when she sees you, reaching out to grab your hand as you scoop your arm around her waist and carry her to the nearest roof.

You’re off before she can say a word, and the glance back you lend her tells you that she knows exactly why you couldn't linger and conveys the thank you she couldn’t say to your face. It fuels you, and you move quickly, pulling the anomaly farther and farther from the people. “Are you a quiet one, huh?” The anomaly’s voice is low and gravelly. “I’m always up for a little banter.” You shoot back, taking a quick left to navigate to where you see your partners waiting, hidden and ready to attack.

“Alrighty then, let’s banter!”

“Let’s.”

“Are you expecting me to now spew out my whole plan and sob story, cus it ain’t happening.”

You shrugged. “Nah. Most of you don’t anyway.”

“We don’t?”

“No,” You shake your head, coming to a stop. “We usually have you caught by that time.”

Right on cue, Pav, Gwen, and Hobie shoot webs out, attempting to contain the anomaly. You realize, as you're adding your own webs to the mix, that Miguel must’ve hung up the phone during your little fright. “What happened with the boss? We getting that bloody help we need?” Hobie calls out, tightening his grip. “Dunno!” You call back. “Maybe he hung up.”

“Call him back, eh?”

“I- I can’t! This is harder than it looks.”

“We know!” Gwen screeches, voice strained.

“What do we do, guys?”

“Try and hold on.” Pav’s voice is uncharacteristically dim, lacking its normal cheer.

His tone sinks into your stomach. “What if we don’t–”

“You will,” Miguel’s voice crackles from your wrist. “I’m here. Where are you?”

“Uh–” You risk a look around as the anomaly struggles with a scream. “Open field. I can see an ocean from here, and there’s mountains to my right. Actually, I think it’s a river– we’re at a bend in it.”

“Got it. I know where you are, I’ll be there in a minute tops. Stay on the phone with me, okay?”

“Will do.”

“He won’t be here in time.” You look up at the anomaly, her deep green eyes locked unsettlingly with yours. She yanks hard this time, and you see Gwen nearly topple and Hobie’s footing slip slightly, giving her arms more wiggle room. “Yes he will.” Your jaw sets as you shoot another web to wrap around her wrist, yanking her down onto her knees.

“You’ll lose. Wouldn’t that be crazy? Spiderman. Losing.”

“Crazy? Yeah, cus it won’t happen.” Gwen grunts from above, struggling to keep a clean facade.

“I’m almost there, cariño, hold on.”

“I am, we’re fine–”

And then you’re not. Because the anomaly bursts up in a spur of movement, effectively breaking the confinement you four had put on her. She runs forward, taking a straight track for you. You leap up, swinging away as quickly as you can. You pick through the strain on your forearms, through the cloud of fear in your head. You try to stay in the same general area you told him you’d be in, but it’s hard with the anomaly on your heels.

“Miguel! Help, she’s chasing me, I can only keep her away from me for so long–”

“I know, I know, I’m coming. Hold on.”

But you’re not responding anymore. The anomaly swings a mighty claw straight into your abdomen, effectively sending you into the ground. Pav lets out a scream, sliding to catch you before you can slam into the grass, and Miguel knows something is wrong. You can hear his yells and Pav’s telling you to respond, but the pain in your side is excruciating and your brain feels like mush and your mouth is dry like sandpaper and your vision is tunneling into black and you try to speak but–

…

It’s very dark.

That’s the first thing you notice when you come to. It’s nice. But there’s an off putting feeling about it, like something’s lurking in the dark, and then you’re itching to turn on the lights so you can see something. “You have something covering your eyes, you do realize that.” Miguel’s smooth tone slides in from the left, decorating across the bland abyss.

Ah. So that was the problem.

Your arms feel foreign as you reach up to pull the fabric off your eyes, exposing you to the room you were in, only slightly brighter than before. “Lyla said the mask was supposed to help you heal better,” Miguel starts, and you can’t quite bring yourself to look at the man next to you quite yet. “I listened, she’s better at this than I am.”

“Am I not in the infirmary?” You question, before frowning at the way your voice sounded. You sit up, clearing it a few times.

“You were, but I moved you.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want you in there.” He answered bluntly, yet it lacked any substance at all.

“Why?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

You chuckled dryly. “Miguel, you moved me from the fucking infirmary to your office. I think you owe me a damn explanation.”

“No.” He turns away, slinging a web out to launch him onto his floating platform.

“Miguel–”

“No.” The orange screens encircle him, effectively slamming his hard tone into the flow of conversation that wasn’t really flowing anymore.

You frown, half sat up in the bed that he’d placed you on. You’re frustrated, you don’t understand what’s been going on between you and him. He hated you. You’d previously established that, his vibrant reaction to your question confirmed it. But he saved you. And he moved you into his fucking office.

Your head swims with this new information, and you flop back down unceremoniously onto the bed. Your head tilts automatically to him again, the fiery red in the bleak, monotone room. His back is to you, and he’s furiously tapping at something on one of his many screens. The boldness of his stature, the way he’s standing is so unwelcoming that you’re now sure he never really wanted you there at all.

You sit up and hop out of the bed as quietly as you can, even though you know he can probably hear you in the silence that enveloped you both. Yet he doesn’t react, he doesn’t turn and yell like you thought he might. He stayed stoically and almost stubbornly facing his screens, so you turn and slip towards the door.

Fucking say something, Miguel.

He doesn’t. You don’t know what you expected anyways.

So you continue your walk, your path out of noose that the room brought. Yet, steps to the hallway seem harder and harder to make, like the hallway is getting longer or maybe you’re moving a lot slower than you normally do. You move to shoot a web, hoping to gain traction and move somewhat faster, but you can’t quite get your aim right–

And then your vision is fluctuating and you start to feel unbalanced. You’re not moving. You’re moving your feet, but you’re not going anywhere. Your brain is fuzzy and the ground is getting closer than it normally is- you don’t remember being this short? “Ay, cariño!” Is exclaimed from behind you, and then something’s grabbing onto your back and pulling you back upright.

Miguel has his arm wrapped around your waist as you wobble, guiding you back to the bed and then lifting you up to sit on it. Your hands come up to rub your eyes, trying to get them to refocus. They blur and then unblur, finally resting to take in your wobbly hands, which are held out shakily in front of you. In response, you twist your hands together just enough to feel the pain of it, reminding you that you were in fact awake and aware.

“Are you okay?” It’s then that you realize that Miguel is still in front of you. He’s got you caged in, blanketing you in his grand shadow. Your neck cranes up to reach his eyes, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t let your eyes linger during their ascent. When you meet the scarlet of his irises, you’re taken aback by the level of concern in them. Like he was actually worried about you.

“I’m okay,” You respond, tilting your head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.” He scoffed, but didn’t move away. “I’m not worrying.”

“If there’s one thing you’re bad at, Miguel, it’s lying.”

“I am a great liar.”

“Oh?”

“Dios mio, cariño, yes.”

“What does that mean, anyway?,” You question, rocking backward to tuck your feet underneath your legs. “I tried to get Lyla to tell me, but she will not let the secret loose.”

He freezes. “Nothing, sorry, slip of the tongue.”

“You do realize I can just search it up, right? Would you rather me find out from the reach of the internet?”

“Not really, what if you just don’t–”

“Miguel.” You rise onto your knees, leveling your gaze with his own and resting a hand on his shoulder. “What is it? It can’t be that bad, it’s not like you’re saying you’re in love with me or something.”

“Well–”

“Right, cus that would be like…” Your words tumble over him, your brain too keen on keeping your feelings, your delusions to yourself. “Te amo? Te quiero? I’m not sure…”

“Either one.”

“Yeah, so it’s not one of those, so what is it?”

He takes a deep breath, looking slightly troubled. His face twists his face up like he’d just bit into a lemon, and then you’re panicking again.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that–”

“It’s a term of endearment,” His voice stops your apologies in their tracks. “It literally means affection, but when you use it as a nickname it’s more like sweetheart or darling. Dear is another way to say it, but you get the point.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, sorry about that–”

“Don’t be,” Your head tilts with his, following the way he turns his gaze away from you in embarrassment. “I like it.”

He meets your eyes again, curiosity and hope strung in his vibrant eyes. “You do?”

“Yeah. The way you say it is so satisfying, if that makes sense.”

“You like when I speak Spanish, huh?”

You nod, and suddenly you’re the one hiding your face from his smirk.

“Querido, mírame.”

“Miguel–”

“Ahora. I won’t ask again.”

You sigh, glaring at him. “I don’t understand you.”

“That’s okay, you’ll learn,” He leans down and then innnn, so that the two of you are practically nose to nose. “I know you can do it.”

“Do you?” Your brain is screaming at you, making you even more painfully aware of his proximity to your face, yet you somehow manage to clearly deliver the line.

“Mhm.”

“Well, it’s only cus I’ll have the best teacher. You.” You hit his nose with your finger, catching him off guard.

“I am happy to take that title.”

“Good.”

He hasn’t moved. Even as the room fades into silence, he hasn’t moved. He’s still so close, like you could lean in, barely four inches, and you’d be kissing him. You can smell him, a tinge of metallic blood yet so earthy and centering. It’s intoxicating: your brain is swimming and you're struggling to keep your head above the water.

Cariño. Sweetheart. A term of endearment. You still haven’t quite wrapped your head around that, not that you’ve been given much time to mull over it. Was that him telling you that he liked you, more than a friend? Was that a normal thing, using that term? You didn’t know, but you had a feeling that would be the best confession from him you were getting, if he meant it that way at all. You were gonna have to make the leap yourself.

“Everything okay?” His hand lands on your shoulder, a gentle reminder that you’d been staring into nothingness for what must’ve been a painfully long time for him. “Yeah,” You stumble to regain your words. “Sorry, I-”

“Spaced out.”

“Yeah.”

He nods, smiling just enough so you could see his fangs peek out. You were caught.

“Migu–”

“I could kiss you right now, you know that?”

“Huh?” stumbles stupidly out of your now slack jaw.

“I could kiss you. You’ve been staring at my lips for the past few minutes, mi amor, whether you realize it or not.”

“I have? Oh my god.”

He chases your drifting gaze, just like you did with his. “It was cute.”

“Cute is a word I never thought I’d hear come out of your mouth.”

“Cállete, you hear me? Shut up.”

You giggle, grabbing his hand and sliding it up to fit comfortably on the back of your neck. “You wanna kiss me, O’hara? You’re very welcome to do it.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Now he’s leaning in, closing in those four painstaking inches to lock lips with you.

And it’s insane. Showstopping. Any kisses you had before then? Not even a fucking kiss. Sure, it was a bit awkward at first– mainly you, you suppose– but it worked itself out. Miguel must’ve really gotten into it, because once you swear he nipped at your bottom lip with those fangs of his, just hard enough to draw blood. Your hands, in the meantime, explored his mass of brown curls, previously smoothed back but released by your fingers.

His own hands nestled themselves in your hair, tugging on it just enough to draw a sigh out of you. He tastes like blood– surely yours– yet ever so homey. You lean into him inadvertently, so content in the moment. The rational part of your brain reminds you that you’d probably suffocate if you kissed him for much longer, but nothing in you cared very much about that fact at all.

In the end, it’s him who takes a dip for air, who drags your face off of his reluctantly to gasp softly. You do the same, resting your forehead on his toned chest. His hand, still in your hair, guides you gently back up, just so he can absorb your appearance and vice versa. It’s crazy, taking him in like this. He looks so out of control, his hair disheveled and his lips puffy and his cheeks red, releasing air in quick puff puffs. You’re sure you’re not much better looking.

“Out of breath already?” He says, head tilted with a goofy sort of grin adorning his face. “I’m regaining it currently, don’t tease.” You puff back at him, dropping your head back onto his chest.

“Oh, but teasing you is the best part.”

You stab a finger into his side. “Be quiet.”

“If you fare like this, mi alma, you won’t last very long where we’re headed.”

Your head whips up, equal parts confusion and frustration. “First of all, I’m fine. Second of all, what?”

“C’mon.” he pulls you off the bed.

“Are we sure I can even–”

His arm is around your shoulders, hand clamped tightly around it to squeeze you reassuringly. “I got you.”

“Thanks.” Your smile towards him is mushy, but you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to care.

“De nada,” He smiles back, and you mentally note to tease him about his softness later on. “Let’s get all the way to home plate, huh?”

“Let’s.”

feel free to drop by my inbox anytime, everyone, before i run out of ideas

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #atsv #oscar issac #oscar issac x you #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac characters #oscar issac imagine #oscar isaac x you #spiderman #spiderman: across the spiderverse

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lyralit · 8 months

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things to think about for characters

do they have allergies?

what foods will they not touch?

what kinds of music do they like?

how are they around new people?

do they speak in an accent?

have they tried learning a new language?

how many languages do they know?

what is a song that will always make them cry?

how do they cry? heaving? silently? sobbing?

how do they dress? for practicality or fashion?

what is the first thing they notice about a stranger?

what is their humour like?

do they have scars? what caused them?

do they wear jewelry?

are they a frivolous spender or a miser?

do they prefer luxury or practicality?

who would they quote?

what could make them change their mind?

who is the first person they'd call?

how are they around animals? do they have pets?

what is their favourite childhood food?

what is something they've never told anyone?

childhood friends?

what are habits they've picked up from other people?

what are their guilty pleasures?

what is something they're staunchly against?

do they speak a certain way? do they use contractions? popular turns of phrase?

can they fall in love? what does it look like? does it differ between people -- friends vs family?

what would they rather die than do?

what is their biggest mistake? one that they look out to never do again.

#you wanted more so #I think I usually think of these as I go along #lyralit #creative writing #writers #writerblr #writing #lovely person <3 #writblr #writing prompts #writers block #writing ideas

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rk-tmblr · 21 days

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WHAT IF THEY HAD NEVER FALLEN FOR EACH OTHER?

It was late at night when Kiyoomi rose from his couch and walked to the door with his phone in hand. Not long before, he woke up to an incoming call from him and so he decided to wait in the living room to not fall asleep again. Silence filled the dark outside; he heard his footsteps getting close and opened the door before he could knock.

“Ya have no idea, Omi!”, he shouted with a quiet tone his obvious frustration evident, “I've had the worst night ever, believe me!”

“So you decided to make mine too, Atsumu?”

The blonde faked a laugh while removing his shoes and leaving them in the genkan, and Kiyoomi took the chance to look at him from head to toe. The outfit Atsumu wore -that he had shared in the evening with a picture- was really cool in person; the dark denim clung in the right places to his legs and the red satin shirt was beautiful against his tanned skin. But he was also disheveled. And Kiyoomi couldn't know why: was it because his date was abruptly interrupted or because he had run to his house? He let his own question be answered by the blabbering of the blonde, who was already heading into the kitchen. Kiyoomi made them both some tea and picked some cookies from the cabinet to give him. Atsumu told him the whole tremendous story about his blind date, even impersonating the guy to make Kiyoomi understand better how bad he was. And even if it was like 2 a.m. and they had practice that very morning, he enjoyed the time spent and laughed at some of his jokes too.

It was sleep-deprivation's fault. For sure. Because Kiyoomi's mind had strayed at some point, as Atsumu started to say the classic “never again I swear Omi this was the last time I had accepted to hang out with some freak” that he always ended up repeating.

It was a normal flow of thoughts, since the blonde ran for every single failed date or relationship back to Kiyoomi to vent about it. Because it would be so easy if it was them instead, things would work out perfectly fine -yes, maybe with some arguments caused by their clashing characters but in the end always what the other needed to keep going.

Too bad none of them had never fallen for the other.

They were destined to be good friends in this life.

I reposted it like this because I was afraid none could notice it from the original one (you can see it by clicking on the title). I really like this writings prompts list so if you'd like to read something more, don't be shy to ask! :)

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nikkywrites · 2 years

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hi Nikki <3 I just hit 30k on the red legacy! which wip are you focusing on rn?

(here's to hoping your headache gets better)

Hi Lyra! That’s so cool!! Congrats :D Lately I’ve been getting back into Light and What Lies Below (LAWLB). I checked it the other day but I don’t remember the exact word count. I believe it was 53-odd k though. Lots of words to everyone around!

(It is noticeably better now compared to earlier, thank you)

#ask #asks #lyralit

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creativepromptsforwriting · 2 years

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Writing Blog Recs

A list of blogs that I've seen here on Tumblr that are out there creating prompts, helping out with advice and overall encouraging and inspiring everyone who wants to write. If you'd like to be added or to be taken off, please send me a message!

Writing Prompts

@a-u-prompts

@creativepromptsforwriting

@deepwaterwritingprompts

@dialogue4urocs

@gingerly-writing

@givethispromptatry

@just-plenty-of-prompts

@livi-the-writer

@love-me-a-good-prompt

@lyralit

@mangocherri

@myeekyoban

@notyouraveragepromptpage

@pianowritesstuff

@pettyprompts

@promptsforthestrugglingauthor

@prompts-in-a-barrel

@screnwriter

@seaside-writings

@theworldofprompts

@wordsforyourwip

@writer-aspirantus

@writing-challenges-and-prompts

@writing-prompt-s

@writing-prompts-re

@writingprompts

@writingprompts365

@writingraven

@writintheprompts

@writingpromptsandjunk

Writing Advice and Resources

@asparklerwhowrites

@bluebxlle-writer

@coffeebeanwriting

@coffeewritesfiction

@creativepromptsforwriting

@deardragonbook

@heywriters

@howtofightwrite

@inky-duchess

@just-plenty-of-prompts

@livi-the-writer

@lyralit

@myeekyoban

@pianowritesstuff

@skylerchase29

@wordsnstuff

@writer-aspirantus

@writingraven

@writerthreads

@writingquestionsanswered

@writingwithcolor

The Script Family in general

Writing Encouragement

@coffeewritesfiction

@creativepromptsforwriting

@dailywritingpositivity

@screnwriter

@sourpatch-encouragement

OC Prompts

@characterbabble

@develop-your-oc

@ocmagazine

@ocresourcecenter

@some-ocs

@some-oc-ask-blog

@some-oc-questions

Give all of these blogs your love and get inspired!

#writing blogs #blog recommendations #writing blog recs #writing ideas #writing tips #writing help #writing prompts

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digital-chance · 9 months

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Things to Include in Writeblr Intro Posts

I wanted to make this list because whenever I create a new story, I always scour tumblr and other people's posts for inspiration for what to include in my own posts. I always end up forgetting what I found and liked so here's everything compiled.

You don't have to include everything within this list for your own posts, this was just a general summary of everything I saw. The bolded items are things I strongly think you should include, but again it's up to you and your preference.

Below the lists, I've also included character development resources and writing advice. Hope you enjoy! Everything is beneath the cut.

─── wip

title

genre

audience / rating

pov

setting / location

plot summary / premise

aesthetic / vibe / tropes

content warning / tw / disclaimer

progress / wordcount

short character introductions

tags & taglist

moodboard & aesthetic banners

playlist

quote / excerpt

─── character

name

nickname / alias

pronouns

role in story

bio / summary / description

dob

sexuality

ethnicity

mbti

occupation

appearance

height

hair

eye

build / physique

notable features

clothing style

tag for your oc

aesthetic / vibe / tropes

traits / quirks

quote

fun facts / headcanons

hobbies / skills

likes

dislikes

moodboard & aesthetic banners

playlist

─── other resources

here's some links to posts and other resources to help with your story and character development. i believe that most (if not all) of the tumblrs below are writing blogs in some form.

writing

how to write convincing dialogue by @projecttreehouse

writing romantic subplots

how to write romantic love by @novlr

how to write summaries thread

writing advice

how to pick which pov to write in by @aethersea

how to level up descriptions by @writingwithfolklore

character development

blorbo character sheet by @bitegore

character quirks list by Reedsy

character hobbies list