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write-it-motherfuckers · 2 years

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Person A: “Do you really want to keep living like this?”

Person B: “What other choice do I have?”

Person A: “....Come with me, let someone take care of you for a change.”

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cafepoetry · 11 days

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A story from — the tortured poets department

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#poetry #poets on tumblr #the tortured poets department #the tortured poets society #quotes #ts #taylor swift #taylor nation #poetry prompts #writing #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #orignal art

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skyetheprophet22 · 7 months

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Haibun

Haibun ~ Haibun is a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and frequently includes autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re probably wondering how I died. It’s a reasonable question. Afterall, if I were still alive and saw a ghost hovering five feet in front of me, I would be a bit curious. Well, I would be frightened at first, of course - just as any sane person would be, but then again I’m not sure if I’m completely sane. It’s a question I’ve had a while to ponder in this state, but I should probably end this tangent. You’re not interested in my mental health, are you? The question you really want to ask is: “How did you die, oh strange, sorrowful spectre?” And to that question I say: “No.” You don’t get that. This is still my life, and I don’t need it flaunted for your or others’ amusement. That’s not how it should be...because...because my life is - was? - worth more than that. I don’t care what you think. I care what my family thinks; my friends, at least the few that I think I have...or had. And even that I question on the best of days.

One bird on a branch

At what point does love pollute?

Fragile be thy roots

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thorin17 · 3 months

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This girl I loved

There was this girl I loved .

Loved her with everything I had

But she said I won't accepted you

It was said by her with something which was unsaid but I understood it.

Damn she can't can accept me as an whole

She just want parts of me or maybe she just don't associate with me to the slightest extent of love.

Maybe she is just more afraid of the world then I am ?

But I am strong I loved someone so ugly like her , I fought for her atleast in my thoughts

Anyways anyways anyways

Hahahahahha

I love her

#poetry #philosophy #psycology #deep thoughts #love #my thought #poets on Tumblr #healingjouney #orignal poem #prose poetry #dark academia #spilled writing #spilled words #spilled thoughts #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets

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paranoia-art · 20 days

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Everyone shut up. I've been meaning to share this kidnapping scheme that I had made up years ago.

So everything since I was a kid, I made up a little kidnapping plot which I've been dying to tell someone for YEARS.

So the kidnapper-lets call him Kent- moves to this isolated city. It's pretty small and there's a little community there. Kent befriends everyone there, he's best pals with the cashier, plays golf with the sherif. He builds up this reputation as this nice civil guy.

Now Kent has a secret, he's been telling everyone stories of his wife-whom doesn't exist-and how she's gone crazy and had alzimers. He explains how his wife sometimes thinks he's a kidnapper because he can't remember his face, and that she's delusional.

Obviously everyone's gonna eventually wonder why he hasn't introduced his wife to anyone in town yet. Kent's excuse? He's scared for the community, scared that she would harm someone or herself and that they would take her to a psychiatric hospital.

Now that everyone trusts Kent and thinks he's got a wife (a wife only if he kidnaps a woman) he can finally kidnapp someone.

Let's skip over, say he's got someone and they're locked in his basement.

Now if she escapes, most likely people aren't gonna believe her story and would return her to Kent.

So that's basically it, that's a random idea I've had. There are some potholes here and there but it would make an excellent movie!

Apr/11/2024

(Also this would be a super cool story so if yall ever make one please tag me! <3)

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goneahead · 2 years

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To the poet, this world is rich earth, root deep. I'm at the center of becoming, and listlessly fallow. My old self tells me run, do not stay here, where words are planted deep. Says I'm grasping at autumn’s falling lines, without hope of a second stanza.

But the poet's desire to hoard everything makes my roots unfurl, hungrily seeking richer earth. This greed is spilling into coming winter, and snow-bowed words, like anchors. Teach me how to let go, so that when I sleep, deep in these furrowed fields, I can be a poet again.

Poetry is so strangely deep, yet majestic. We are poets in a world untapped by our own roots. Unobtainable, we try—

anyways

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prompt: @sonreyes

Let's collaborate! Can you finish my poem? Tag @sonreyes and I'll reblog it! To the poet, this world is [ ]. I'm at the center becoming [ ]. My [ ] tell(s) me [ ]. Saying I've been grasping at [ ]. The poet's desire to hoard everything is making me [ ]. This greed is spilling into my [ ]. [ ] heavy like anchors. Teach me how to let go so that when I [ ] I can [ ]. Poetry is so [ ] and majestic. We are poets in a world [ ]. Unobtainable, we try anyways.

#goneahead poetry #orignal poetry #poetry #poetic stories #bits of starglow #prompt

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thewritingjedi · 2 months

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"What are you doing?"

She giggles softly as I press my lips to her wrist, smiling as I feel her pulse dancing beneath my touch. Pulling back slightly, I glance into her eyes,

"It just brings me comfort, I guess,”

I scratch my neck sheepishly, “Feeling your heartbeat against my lips…”

“It reminds me that you're here with me, alive."

“No, nonono…”

I collapse to the ground where she lies, motionless, as I cradle her in my arms. Hot tears start clouding my sight and as the flames surrounding us fade into the background, I feel the familiar wetness rolling down my cheeks

“Please!”

Desperately, I lift her wrist my lips, seeking solace in the fleeting beats of her pulse. Unconsciously, my mind begins to count; one, two, three.

I don’t realise the melodic beat of her heart slowing down until it’s too late and my world falls silent.

#my writing #angst #hurt/no comfort #tw death #writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writeblr #writing trope #writers and poets #writing prompt #orignal writing

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therealmofamorus · 6 months

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(asl, original, crossover, danganronpa x hentaiverse) Ship bias for Makoto Naegi with hentai girls?

Makoto x Leona (Discipline)

Makoto x Alicia (Kuroinu)

Makoto x Yuri (Joshi Luck)

Makoto x Ingrid (Taimanin Series)

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pink-karnery · 7 months

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First day of oc-tober and the first thing on the list was favorite oc! Had to draw my baby Nero (he/they) 😭 he is always such a gem and always so fun to draw :]

Also i wanted to try out @pcktknife 's shading style mainly putting shading on the boob and it really does give it more tone, irk how else to describe but it's really nice ^^

#oc tober #oc-tober #finley's art #oc #orignal #characters #original characters #oc prompt

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 9 months

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Through Susie's Eyes

I did this for the Writing Workshop Week 1: Show & Tell from @bettsfic and @books. Hope you guys enjoy!

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Original Character Susie The Doll, Kara Danvers, Eliza Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers, Original Characters-Ari Arias and Jonas Arias

Summary: A doll is given to a teenage girl. Will she treasure it or think it is something trivial?

Word Count: 3401

Susie sat on the box counting the stokes the spider made on his web ahead of her. It was the only lively thing in this place in recent months. Or had it been years. It is really too hard to tell. She is in the attic after all. There is a window in front of her, but it is all smudged. You can only tell if it is night or day. She tried to listen for sounds, but heard none. She sighed. Once the younger girls had moved out of the house, no one was really ever around except the mother. However, that is barely true. She is only here to sleep and is then off to who knows where.

Susie felt a shift in the box she was sitting on. The side of the box had lost stability and began to tear. It caused the side of the box that Susie was on to dip and she fell down to the ground. She fell on her side grateful that the box also didn’t come tumbling down on her. She looked in front of her and saw her reflection in the mirror. She knew that her looks had degraded, but didn’t know it had gotten this bad. Her button eyes were sagging, her dress was torn, her red hair was missing in chunks and the ones that were left were frazzled, her shoes were scuffed, and her hands (or could she even call them hands since she didn’t have fingers), had small puffs of cotton coming out. Her blue ribbons were completely missing and the trim of her dress was now a grayish color. She always hated that mirror because it showed her imperfections every single time. Looking at herself made her think about what she looked like in her former glory when she met her person, Kara.

Long Ago

Susie was in a box with the other Susie dolls at the Tree General Store. All of them looked the same: red braided pigtails with a blue ribbon at the end, a blue long sleeve dress with a white ribbon going around the middle, white trim going around the end of the sleeves and the bottom of the dress, white socks, black penny loafer shoes, black button eyes, a red button nose, and a black stitch smile. The dream of a doll was to be picked by their person and go to their forever home. The waiting was brutal. She heard of dolls having to wait years to be picked by their person.

Susie felt fortunate that she was only on the shelf for a week. The mother had picked her up. Usually, most parents are happy or at least content picking up the toy for their child. However, she noticed that this mom looked really sad and a little bit frazzled.

“Bringing a child a doll should be a joyous occasion,” thought Susie as they headed to the checkout line.

Despite this perplexing display of emotion, Susie couldn’t help but be excited about the child she was about to meet. She dreamed of all the new toys she would get to meet and all the tea parties they would get to have. She snapped out of her daydream when she realized the car had stopped.

The mother took her inside. It was a nice house from what Susie could tell. There was a spacious living room. They ended up making a stop in the kitchen. The mother took her out of the box and placed her into a pink small bag surrounded by tissue paper.

“This is it! I will finally meet my person!” thought Susie excitedly.

Susie could tell they were on the move again and that it sounded like they were heading up some stairs. After a little bit, she heard a knock.

“Kara, is it okay if I come in”

“You can come in, Eliza,” said Kara softly.

Susie heard the mother shuffle forward, but then stopped. It was silent for a minute until Susie felt the bag being handed over to Kara.

“I know that you have been having nightmares since you have gotten here. I know this isn’t much, but I thought it would help.”

“Nightmares. That is terrible. I hope I can bring some comfort to this child,” thought Susie.

She felt hands go into the bag and wrap around her waist pulling her up. As she faced her new person, they both stared at each other baffled. Well, if Susie could make faces it would be one of bafflement. Before her was not a child, but a teenage girl. She had heard horror stories about them. They were at the age where they grew out of playing with any toy and focus on more trivial things like make up, boys, and fashion. She felt her heart sink at the possibility that she may be thrown out a lot sooner than she thought.

Kara looked up to the mother and said, “Why did you give me a doll?”

The mother looked down nervously and said, “I know it may be silly. However, when i was younger, I had frequent nightmares. One thing that helped me through them was my doll Lilly.”

“But this thing can’t do anything!”

The mother sighed and said, “Sometimes, the best thing anyone can ask for is someone to listen.”

She kissed Kara’s forehead before heading out of the room.

Kara stared back perplexed at Susie.

Kara shook her head and said, “I don’t know why she thinks a doll can solve my problems.”

“I can listen though,” Susie thought hopefully.

“It is not like you can stop the nightmares of seeing my home planet explode every single night. You can’t stop the feeling I get that I am being followed by the phantoms from the phantom zone after staying there for so long. You can’t bring my family b…”

Kara broke into tears. She brought Susie into her chest hugging her hard. She then curled into little ball on her bed. Susie was shocked that a girl so young has gone through so much tragedy. She wished there was more that she could do for Kara, her person. All she can do is be by her side and be a sounding board.

Kara held her in her arms until she fell asleep. Susie wished for her sweet dreams. The next morning, she watched Kara wake up with a baffled look on her face.

“No nightmares,” said Kara bewildered.

She looked down at Susie and smiled.

“I guess Eliza was right about you.”

If Susie could smile, she would.

“I am not going to be thrown out!” she thought excitedly.

As much as she wished for having tea parties and other toys to talk with, Susie was happy with the groove that she and Kara developed. At the end of each day before bed, she would tell Susie about her day. It was mostly school and boys. It sounded like survival of the fittest to Susie, but Kara seemed to enjoy it. As Susie spent more time with Kara, she realized that she wasn’t your everyday child. She had a tendency of breaking things easily. Desk, chairs, walls, etc. You name it, she had at least broken it once. Normally, Susie would just think she was a klutz, but some of the things that she did seemed beyond human.

Susie didn’t really think anything of Kara’s behavior until she watched them float to the ceiling one night. Susie initially thought it was the phantoms Kara had talked about until Kara woke up and yelped. They instantly fell back to the bed.

“I can fly,” said Kara with a smile.

Susie watched as Kara proceeded to try to jump off the bed and fly but no success. After the twelfth time, she huffed and clutched Susie in her chest.

“I know I didn’t just imagine this,” huffed Kara.

She turned Susie over so that she was looking her directly in the face and asked, “You saw it, didn’t you Susie? I flew. I wonder if Clark would be willing to…”

She sighed as she fell on the bed while holding Susie.

“He barely sees me now. Why did I even think he could help me,” muttered Kara.

Susie hated whoever this Clark person was. Every time Kara mentions him the spirit always drains out of her eyes. She wishes she could provide more comfort to her. However, all she could do was watch.

Susie didn’t know how Kara did it, but she figured out how to fly. Whenever her sister Alex didn’t want to go with her, she would take Susie to fly at night. Sometimes they would just fly though the sky looking at the constellations. Other times, they would fly to the beach and sit in the sand making sand castles or just sit watching the waves roll in. Susie enjoyed these times with Kara the most because it was when Kara was the most at peace with herself. Her blue eyes would sparkle and the smile on her face just screamed joy. She admired how Kara went from being a scared teenager to a young adult.

“An adult,” Susie sighed.

For toys like Susie, the worse thing than watching your child become a teenager was to watch them become an adult. Some toys are lucky to stay with their person through their teenage years, but to stay as an adult. That was never heard of. As Kara’s graduation from high school grew closer, Susie dreaded it. She knew soon that she was going to meet her fate. A couple of days before Kara went to college, Susie was put face up in a box with a random assortment of items.

“I am being given away,” thought Susie sadly.

She felt the box on the move until everything stopped. She then felt them start driving.

“Let’s hope that I will be picked up by another girl that needs help,” thought Susie hopefully.

Susie was lost in thought until she felt the car stopped. Her heart sank that this was it. She felt them begin to move a while until they stopped and felt the box being placed on a hard surface. She watched the box open and was startled at what she saw: Kara.

She grabbed Susie and placed her on the desk next to her bed.

“I didn’t get left behind!”

If Susie could cry tears of joy, she would. She didn’t know what she did to deserve Kara. She talked to Susie less since entering college. She was busy with making new friends, doing new activities, and school. However, the conversations that they did have were more meaningful. Kara didn’t have a sense of direction of what she wanted to do in college. Susie thought that it had to do with Clark though. Kara would talk about her love of literature, writing, meeting new people, and fighting for people’s rights. She would be a perfect journalist. Susie would watch Kara make diagrams that took up the whole wall on what careers she could do. All Susie could do is sigh when she watched her do this.

“I hope she realizes that being in journalism won’t make her like that jerk Clark,” thought Susie.

It took Kara three years of denial, but Susie was glad that Kara came to the conclusion that journalism was the correct path all on her own. Once Kara embraced her career choice, she soared in all of her classes. She even got an internship at a famous magazine. Kara would often come back from the internship complaining about her boss, but overall loving the experience. Susie was just happy to see that Kara was finding her way in life.

One thing that Susie didn’t like is when people would come over. Sometimes, when people came over, Kara would turn her over and wrap a ribbon around her eyes and ears. She would stay like that until her guest left. Kara would always look flushed when she finally took the ribbons off of her.

“I hope you didn’t hear anything that would scar you for life Susie,” Kara chuckled.

She would say that every time. Susie wished she knew what it meant. She just hated the feeling that she was being put in time out. However, when she looked at Kara, it made her wonder if she was doing it for her benefit. At least, she hoped she was.

Soon Kara was graduating college. As she watched Kara leave for the ceremony in her black and gold gown, she wondered if she would be able to see what type of adult she will become as she gets older. She didn’t know what to expect. No toy she knew of has gotten this far.

“I don’t think she would abandon me now though,” thought Susie hesitantly.

As she sat in thought, she didn’t realize Kara came back until she placed her on top of a box and carried her out to the car. They drove back to her home. When they arrived, she placed her and the box at the door, and then she went to eat. Kara then left to meet with some friends. After a little bit, the mother came down and took the box and her to the attic.

As she saw the mother walking away leaving her there, Susie tried to scream, “No, I am meant to be with Kara. Don’t leave me here!”

However, no one could hear her screams. There, Susie has sat waiting for Kara’s return.

Present Day

As Susie laid on the dusty floor, she wondered if Kara even thinks of her and sighs.

“I hope that wherever you are, you are happy.”

Suddenly, Susie hears the attic door hope. She hears footsteps coming towards her and then stops.

“Are you sure you left her up here?”

A moment of silence happens before the footsteps continue.

“You don’t have to yell. It is just no one has seen her in years. I will be….Okay, Okay, I will look.”

The person starts walking again until their feet are now in her view. The person picked her up and Susie was surprised to see it was Alex.

Alex picked back up the phone and said, “I found Susie, but she is in bad shape.”

She remained silent a couple of minutes while listening to the other person on the other end. Susie wished she could hear what the other person was saying.

After a couple of more minutes, Alex sighed and said, “I know what to do.”

She disconnected the call and stared at Susie with a frown on her face.

“I was hoping you were in a better state. However, we still have time to get you ready before they arrive.”

“Who are they? What are you going to do to me?” thought Susie terrified.

After being in the attic for so long, parts of her wondered if they were going to send her off to a second hand shop or even worse, a garbage dump. Susie laid in despair as Alex brought them down to the kitchen. Susie watched as Alex went and brought back a sewing kit. She gradually fixed her eyes and sewed her new hair. She then took off her clothes and shoes, and placed Susie in the washer machine.

Susie hated the washer machine. It was dizzying and she couldn’t see what was going on with all the soap suds everywhere. The water made her body heavy. The only positive thing about the experience was that she didn’t have any dust or webs on her anymore. When Alex took her out, she thought the nightmare was over until she put her in the dryer. It made her lighter again, but it made her disoriented and hot. Once she got out of the dryer, she was really out of it. It took her a couple of minutes to realize that she was facing the phone and could see her reflection. She squealed internally with joy. She looked like her former self. Her dress looked like it was brand new, her pigtails were back, the trim on her dress were white and she now had ribbons. Her arms no longer had cotton coming out of them.

“I took the photo mom, and I sent it to you….Yes, I think they are going to love this.”

Alex turned to Susie with a smile and said, “You are really going to make a couple of people’s day.”

She placed Susie in a pink bag with tissue paper. It reminded her of the day she met Kara. She wonders if the people that Alex talked about were as nice as her. Susie thought that they were going to leave, but surprised they stayed in the kitchen. She suddenly hears a knock. Alex gets up and leaves her in the kitchen. Susie waits nervously.

“I got extremely lucky with Kara. Hopefully, these new people will be just as great,” thought Susie hopefully.

Susie suddenly felt the bag begin to move. They don’t move far though. A hand comes into the bag and picks her up. Once she gets out, she is overjoyed. In front of her is Kara with tears streaming down her face. She instantly hugs Susie very tightly.

“I thought that I lost you,” cried Kara.

Susie beamed inside. Kara never forgot about her. She just couldn’t find her. Kara looked up at Alex with a joyous expression on her face.

“Where did you find her?”

“She was in the attic.”

Kara frowned and said, “The attic? I never placed her there.”

Alex sighed and said, “I think mom did it by accident. I think she thought that you wanted Susie in storage with the rest of your things.”

“I think she did it on purpose,” Susie sulked to herself.

Kara scoffed at Alex and said, “As if I would put Susie in storage.”

Another woman came into Susie’s view and said, “So this is the infamous Susie.”

“Yes, Lena. The very one that Kara accused me of throwing away over the years which she still hasn’t apologized for.”

Kara sighed and said, “I am sorry. I should have known you wouldn’t do something like that. I think that I was just mad that I couldn’t find her and you were an easy target.”

Alex patted her on the back and said, “I understand. I know how much that doll means to you.”

“Do you really think that Alexa will like her though?” asked Lena,

Kara smiled proudly and said, “Alexa will love her. Susie is the best. She listens to your problems and makes everything better.”

“Really?” chuckled Lena.

“I know it sounds silly. However, when I first came to earth, I didn’t have an outlet. It was just nice to talk to her knowing that she was there to listen and not judge.”

Lena kissed Kara on the forehead and said, "I am glad to hear that darling.”

Kara looked down beaming at Susie and said, “Now it is time to introduce you to someone special.”

Kara brought Susie over to the couch where sat two car seats. One had a baby girl with black hair and green eyes that was clutching a brown bear. The other seat had a baby girl with blonde hair and blue eyes that was a little fussy.

“Wonder if she will throw Susie like every toy we have tried to give her,” murmured Lena.

Kara chuckled while shaking her head. She sat on the couch and pulled the blonde girl out of the car seat. She placed Susie in the baby girl’s arms.

“Alexa, I want you to meet Susie. She is the best friend and listener you will ever meet.”

Alexa looked down and smiled at Susie and grabbed her into a hug. Kara looked up at Lena with a smug look on her face.

“I told you she would like her.”

“Yes, you did. I am glad that we finally found something she likes,” said Lena, smiling softly.

Susie felt overjoyed. Not only did she get returned to Kara again, but now she will be a special friend to her daughter too. She knew that she could always depend on Kara, and she hoped that she could provide her daughter with the same level of comfort that she provided to Kara when she was younger.

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captainwaffles · 10 months

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If still doing ask game: Smoke

Sorry about the wait Anon!

So this would be a dystopian series. The world is constantly covered in smoke. A bunch of ideas are put out but none fully confirmed. Some of them are wildfires, factories, cars, warfare, ext.

The main character would have a younger and older sibling. He would be part of the middle to poorer class. The upper classes can either get good filtered masks and stuff or tanks of oxygen and some even filtered work places and home

The main character can not afford. The world would be similar to today. But the plot would begin when he would some how get wrapped up with a rebel group who wants better air quality and stuff.

One installment would follow them trying to stop a rocket launch for the rich to get to a different planet and make them take some not rich people. But close to them delaying the launch they realize the whole thing is going to blow and when trying to contact the ship or anyone they ignore them and die

another would be wrapt around business and stuff, and finally obviously to the government or something.

I don’t have a lot of full plot points yet but I really like this idea

Thank you Anon!

#I’m gonna reblog the ask game in question #captainwaffles #ask #orignal story #story prompt #ask game

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skyetheprophet22 · 7 months

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On Someone Motivated to Do Something by Guilt

A letter everyday. Written with care. Delicacy. Each word an escape from the gnawing nausea in his gut. Each “Love, Spencer” a soothing wave of water to keep at bay the burning thoughts of his own cowardice.

Did you know schizophrenia is genetically passed? It usually skips a generation, but that knowledge doesn’t do much to keep the what-ifs from slamming into Spencer’s head over and over and over.

He tries to visit her. He’s gotten so far as to stand by the receptionist’s desk, a carefully wrapped gift in hand; adorned in his best dress and hair made up to impress. It overwhelms him every time: seeing her sitting there before the wide window, sunlight pouring onto her frail figure as she frantically scribbles in her journal.

It overwhelms him, and he leaves. The present is left with the bewildered receptionist.

He goes to write another letter.

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darknights04 · 1 year

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Prompt List!

Okay... I am absolutely in love with some of your requests, I want more! I put together this prompt list for you to pick from (or if you have any original ideas feel free to use those). I will write for any fandom on my masterlist including The originals, Marvel, Harry Potter/Hogwarts Lecacy, Cyrano, Descendants, and Stranger Things. If you want something from a different fandom feel free to ask about it and I'll let you know if I can write for it! If your request is taking a while to be posted please bare with me, right now I am working two jobs while balancing college classes but I promise, it is coming! To make a request, simply include the prompt number, character, and any specifics you would like! (Prompts are following the break)

“You do realize that we aren’t exclusive right?”

“You’re adorable”

“Shut up and just kiss me already”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you…”

“She/He/They’re a keeper”

“I love you more than that”

“Don’t listen to them, okay?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“Stay with me?”

“You’re seriously afraid of that?”

“How could you?”

“Are you cold?”

“I love you, please believe me”

“What can I say to make this better?”

“You’re short, get over it”

“Pinky swears? Really?”

“Since when did you workout?

“Don’t make me choose”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Are you checking me out?”

“Eyes up here pal”

“You’re beautiful”

“I will tear out your throat if you don’t zip it”

“Dance with me?”

“You did what?!”

“Don’t follow me”

“You’re killing me”

“I need to go”

“Okay so maybe, I did something bad”

“Kiss it? Make it better?”

“Did I do something to upset you?”

“Don’t shut me out”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You saved me”

“I want you”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“I’m not going to lie to you”

“Slow down! Slow down!”

“STOP CALLING ME!! JESUS!”

“WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!?”

“Something old, something used—new? Something blue? Fuck I don’t know”

“Okay this is ridiculous”

“Dance with me, darling?”

“Can you even drive?”

“Your lips are soft”

“I’ve never kissed anyone before”

“Exercise is overrated- fucking hell”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to”

“If I say jump, jump!”

“Did you just run into a wall?”

#stranger things #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #descendants #the orignals #TO #Marvel #Prompt list #requests #x reader

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donasarah · 1 year

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Taste the Feeling (circa 2017)

The vile is set out before we’re born when our parents have already been exposed. The poison is sweet like a rose with thorns, the curse making our bodies disposed. The poison is not new, but not old; it has taken the world under our noses. Only the ignorant are not told, of the danger the nectar poses. Created by a greedy old man, who would do anything for a quick buck. Chemicals are crafted into a can, and are blended until they turn into muck. So if you’re feeling sick or queasy, don’t drink soda; you’ll get diabetes.

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