#prompt of the day

[mystic-moonscape]

➼ ᴰⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ: ᴾʰᵒᵗᵒˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ, ⁿᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Ɖѧʏ 2: ċʏɞєяċȏяє

ᴍʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ 2000'ꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ.

#Mystic's moodboards #aesthetic april #aesthetic #prompt of the day #aesthetic of the day #aestethic #a e s t h e t i c #pinterest #moodboard #moodboard of the day #cybercore #early 2000s #escapism #losing yourself in the pusuit of the abstract #pictochat #webcore #y2k aesthetic #y2k #nostalgia #childhood #video games #2000s #2000s kid #2000s nostalgia #art #techcore #2000s aesthetic #grunge #2010s #₊ ⊹♡[ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄ-ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ] ♡₊ ⊹

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Prompt of the day: Hermes, Loki, Sun Wukong, and Anansi are in a car, stuck in an hour-long traffic jam. They are all bored.

#prompt of the day #writing prompts #greek mythology #norse mythology #chinese mythology #african mythology #mythology #hermes #loki #sun wukong #anansi #the trickster gang

[aestheticsoftheinternet]

Aesthetic April Day 1~

1. An aesthetic that got you into making moodboards... > Weirdcore + Dreamcore has always been one of my favorite aesthetics, so of course I'd use them here! Aesthetics are so silly in the first place too <3

#aesthetic april #prompt of the day #moodboard #moodboard aesthetic #weirdcore #weirdcore aesthetic #unreality #unreality tw #unreality cw #dreamcore #dreamcore aesthetic #aesthetics of the internet

[peeptheaesthetic]

Aesthetic April!

I wanted to try and inktober type thing but with aesthetics! I'm tagging some of my moots/fav creators I think should participate!! Anyone can participate as long as you follow the prompts and use the hashtag "Aesthetic April"!

1. An aesthetic that got you into making moodboards.

2. Cybercore.

3. Your dream fashion aesthetic.

4. Academia of your choosing!

5. Favorite character from a show your watching.

6. Opposite aesthetic day!

7. Shuffle your liked songs, make a moodboard of the first one.

8. Throwback!!

8. Your favorite book.

10. Spring aesthetic!! (must include baby animals).

11. Best friend aesthetic!

12. Your fav ship.

4/13. Honorary homestuck day (childhood fandom).

14. Lovecore vs Lovegore.

15. Favorite mythical creature.

16. What you wanted to look like when you were little.

17. Vampires!

18. Make a moodboard for your mutual and tag them!!

19. Favorite time of the day.

20. Favorite band.

21. Flower day!

22. Man crush monday!!

23. Favorite cat or dog breed!

24. Women crush Wednesday.

25. Superwholock.

26. Clowncore.

27. Liminal space/backroom vibes.

28. Southern Gothic.

29. Favorite video game!!

30. Make a moodboard for an OC of yours!(from any fandom and self inserts included)

I would like to tag my mutuals @aestheticsoftheinternet, @ellie-makes-mbs, and @stran-dedforyou. And for honorable mentions, I would love to mention: @aesthetic-otd, @jdubrehil, @snailspng!

#shares would be really cool!!! #aesthetic april #aesthetic #prompt of the day #aesthetic of the day #aestethic #a e s t h e t i c #pinterest #moodboard #moodboard of the day

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 59

Under the warm embrace of the sun, a young woman took a seat beside a man on a bench in the park. The man's gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Startled by the intrusion, he turned to regard the woman, her presence stirring a flicker of curiosity within him.

"Beautiful day, huh?" she remarked, breaking the silence with a gentle smile.

"Mm," he murmured in response, his voice heavy with weariness.

Their exchange hung in the air, a delicate dance of words amidst a backdrop of silence. His eyes scanned the surroundings, observing the fear that gripped those nearby. His hands remained hidden within his pockets, fingers toying with something concealed within.

"What's your name?" she inquired, her voice soft and inviting.

He hesitated before replying, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm tired of being strangers," she replied with a playful grin.

He shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her gaze. She was a vision of serenity, her presence a balm to his troubled soul. Despite his reservations, he found himself drawn to her.

"I can't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Then I won't tell you mine," she countered, her laughter dancing on the breeze.

Their conversation ebbed and flowed, punctuated by moments of introspection. He marveled at her beauty, so familiar yet enigmatic. She, in turn, found solace in his company, a kindred spirit in a world fraught with uncertainty.

"Do you know who I am?" he ventured, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

"Of course," she replied cryptically.

"Then why ask my name?"

She offered no explanation, content to revel in the shared silence. As they sat side by side, he stole glances in her direction, captivated by her presence. She, too, found herself drawn to him, a sense of deja vu lingering in the air.

"You know I could hurt you, right?" he warned, his words tinged with regret.

"Dangerous? Perhaps. Hurt me? Not likely," she quipped, her laughter a melody in the quietude of the park.

Their exchange took on a poignant tone, each word laden with unspoken meaning. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She smiled in response, a wistful expression in her eyes.

"It's time to let me go," she whispered, her form beginning to fade.

He watched helplessly as she vanished before his eyes, a ghost of his past slipping away into the ether. Alone once more, he was left to ponder the fleeting nature of love and loss in a world consumed by shadows.

#story prompts #writing prompts #fiction prompt #prompt of the day #writing inspiration #creative writing #plot ideas #character prompt #dialogue prompt #story ideas #am writing #writers community #writers life #writers block #author life #writers world #storytelling #am writing fiction #writing community #word prompt #short story prompt #fiction ideas #writing challenge #storytime #tragic prompt #sad story #tragedy inspiration #heartbreak prompt #tear jerker #misfortune prompt

[ainyan]

FFXIV Swap PotD: Despair

You are my pillar of strength.

Words spoken so long ago by Minfilia. She who had been the Scions’ strength had turned to the Warrior of Light to be the rock upon which she could lean when she found her own will sorely tested. And so Kal’istae had become that pillar, unfaltering, unflagging, even in the face of absolute despair.

And when the Scions were riven of their own pillar, she stepped in to fill the gap. So while the world around her crumbled, she held fast, held firm, and her companions drew upon her strength and persevered.

Never counting the cost to her.

But all costs must be paid. All bills must come due.

And the one to pay is often the one who can least afford it.

Thancred stared at the book before him, but the words refused to resolve into anything remotely understandable. The letters swam off the page, twisting and spinning until he slammed the tome shut with a soft growl, reaching up to rub at his eyes. Urianger started, blinking, and stared at the gunbreaker. “Art thou aright, my friend?” he asked softly, brow beetling as he studied the hyur’s pinched expression.

“I think I’m just tired,” Thancred admitted, swiping his hand over his eyes before pushing himself upright. His spine cracked as he straightened and he grimaced. “Not one word.”

The elezen gave a faint smile. “Given how long thou hast been in that position, ‘tis clear such exclamations are due to poor posture, and not thy advanced age.” At Thancred’s dour glare, his smile deepened. “Perhaps thou shouldst take a stroll, or engage in some exercise.”

The gunbreaker rubbed at the back of his neck. “Maybe,” he murmured, but he didn’t sound convinced. “Something - no,” he said, his hand falling to his side. “Something isn’t right. Something is very wrong. Urianger.”

The elezen’s smile dropped away as he rose slowly to his feet. “Aye. I feel it, too.”

The door to the Respite slammed open, and Alisaie and Y’shtola came running out. “Something is happening,” the sorceress declared, while the red mage didn’t even bother with words, her sword drawn, her focus balanced above her palm.

From the Solar came the sound of pounding feet and clanking mail, then Alphinaud and Estinien came running in, followed by a grim-faced G’raha Tia. As the senior Scions gathered in the common room, many of the more junior members looked on, puzzled and not a little alarmed. Ignoring them, Thancred reached out to draw his gunblade off the wall, sliding it onto his back. “Do we have any idea what is going on?”

G’raha Tia grimaced. “Nothing clear; just a sense of wrongness, of something dire occurring. We all feel it then?” He glanced around the circle, his eyes brushing over the faces of his fellow scions. “Wait.”

“Where’s Kali?” Thancred asked at the same moment, his voice sharp, almost cracking as he turned towards the Respite.

Alisaie shook her head. “Not here. She hasn’t been here in some time,” she added, her tone accusatory as she glared at the gunbreaker. “Doesn’t anyone ever notice how rarely she comes home any more?”

The gunbreaker’s gloves creaked as his hands fisted, and the look her turned on the red mage was pure irritation. “As a matter of fact,” he replied evenly, “I do.”

“As do I,” G’raha Tia murmured, stroking a hand down his staff as he frowned at the floor. “I presume she is busy cleaning up after Zenos and Fandaniel, as is ever the case these days. Wearing herself to nothing…” He trailed off, biting his lip.

Alisaie and Thancred exchanged a long look, and the gunbreaker relaxed his hands. “It can’t be helped. Once we know what is going on, we can call her through the linkpearl. Y’shtola,” he added, turning towards the miqo’te, “is there a spell you can - ugh!”

The sorceress exclaimed in alarm as he doubled over, clutching his stomach. G’raha Tia groaned and fell to his knees, one hand raised to his forehead. The other Scions stared in shock at the pair.

Alphinaud’s linkpearl sounded. He lifted a trembling hand to his ear. “Tell me,” he said softly. He listened, his breath rasping in his throat, and finally his hand fell away, dark blue eyes gazing into nothing. At his side, his sister finally sheathed her sword, reaching out to grab his arm and shake it.

“Well?” she demanded. “What is it?”

Estinien knelt next to G’raha Tia, drawing off one of his gauntlets to touch the miqo’te’s forehead. “He’s burning up,” he said softly, puzzled.

Urianger reached out to brush his finger over Thancred’s face. “He is too. Alphinaud. What didst they say?”

The summoner blinked, staring blankly at the floor. Finally, he shook his head, sense returning to his face. “I - that was Ser Aymeric. It’s… It’s Kal’istae. She… she collapsed while visiting Ishgard. They can’t wake her.” He looked up, his face white. “He thinks she may be dying.”

They tried to leave Thancred and G’raha Tia behind, but neither gunbreaker nor mage were having it; under dire threats of coming on their own despite their fevers, the other Scions reluctantly allowed them to come along. Leaving the juniors and Tataru to watch over the Rising Stones, the Archons and Estinien took the Aethernet to Ishgard.

Lucia, Aymeric’s second in command, met them at the Aetheryte plaza. “This way,” she said without preamble, frowning at the sight of Thancred leaning on Estinien and G’raha Tia on Alphinaud. “What is wrong with them?”

Urianger shook his head, casting a concerned glance back at his friends. “We know not, my lady,” he replied somberly. “They were afflicted by fevers at the same time as we learned of the fate of the Warrior of Light. But they would not be denied, and so we found we must needs bring them along, or risk them attempting the journey on their own.”

The knight huffed. “I will say, she inspires the greatest devotion,” came the dry response. “Very well; we’ll be heading to the Lord Commander’s estate - his healers can look after your two as well as they can the Champion. Come along, then.”

She led them through the streets, ignoring the stares and murmurs as the citizens of Ishgard looked upon the Commander’s second and her odd parade. Estinien grumbled under his breath - but never released Thancred, even when Urianger offered to bear his friend’s weight in the dragoon’s stead. Alphinaud and Alisaie supported the once-Exarch without complaint, their expressions grim.

At Aymeric’s manor, his manservant ushered them in, calling for his lord and one of the chirurgeons currently tending the Warrior of Light. The healer came first, reaching out to touch first Thancred’s forehead, then G’raha Tia’s, his face grim. On his heels came Aymeric, still wearing his formal uniform and an expression of barely contained distress. “My friends,” the Lord Commander began, “I apologize for pulling you from your vital research…”

“Do not be foolish,” Y’shtola replied shortly. “Where is she?”

Taken aback, Aymeric stared at the miqo’te for a moment, then turned without a word, leading them through the manor towards the lavish chamber in which he had installed the Warrior of Light. Against the protest of the chirurgeon, Thancred and G’raha Tia followed the rest, ignoring his importunings to sit down and let him tend to them.

As they entered the room, Y’shtola held up a hand, and the rest of the Scions paused, leaving her to step alone to the side of the bed upon which the Warrior of Light lay. In silence, the sorceress gazed down at the woman who was more sister than friend, hiding her shock behind an expressionless mask.

The Au Ra was still; never before had they seen her so motionless. Her small, slim body was dwarfed by the massive bed, her indigo skin so pale as to be nearly translucent. Against the rich blue and silver bedding, she looked like a ghost, and Y’shtola barely suppressed a shiver. She studied the Warrior’s aetheric flow, lips pursed, then stepped back, turning her gaze to Thancred and G’raha Tia.

It was as she thought. Something disrupted the Warrior’s aether and her soul - or something like it - had reached out to those sources of aether closest bound to her. The disturbance the Scions had all felt, she mused as she turned her gaze over the rest of the company, was the touch of her soul on theirs as it sought a new source of aether. But it had only found purchase in Thancred and G’raha Tia - for now, anyway.

“She feeds off of them,” she remarked, studying the pair as they sat together on one of the couches, clearly ill. “Something has disrupted her flow of aether, and in an effort to adjust, her soul looked for new sources - and found them.”

Urianger looked stricken. “But what could possibly hath attacked her through the Blessing of Light?”

Y’shtola was all too afraid she knew, and found it difficult to convince herself to look. Steeling herself, she moved back towards the bed and reached out a hand to touch Kal'istae’s forehead, diving into the Warrior’s prodigious aetherpool and reading it from within. The others watched in silence, faces grim, bodies tense as they waited for the sorceress’s verdict. When the miqo’te surfaced again, it was with tears streaming down her face. “It is as I feared,” she whispered. “Her will to live has reached its nadir.” Shocked silence met her words. “I cannot say for certain what has caused this, although,” she added grimly, turning to glare at Aymeric where he stood, stunned,” I can easily guess, but as I see it, she simply no longer wishes to be.”

#ffxiv #swap potd #prompt of the day #despair #snippet: nadir

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Nick x June @ the beach

(Continued from another post to get out of OP’s comments)

@cardimama please continue 🥰🔥🖤

#nick Blaine #osblaine #nick x june #writing game #all are welcome #prompt of the day #what comes next?

[dexmas-month]

Our fifth Prompt of the Day - and what a marvelous prompt it is, bravo! - forces us to ask a rather delicate question.

Guy Dexter has Gomez Addams levels of admiration for Thomas, and always calls him by the sweetest endearments. He also brags about his husband incessantly, to queer friends and Thomas himself.

Since the Addams family was mentioned... Are we the only ones to see a definite family resemblance? The colouring, the cheekbones, the enviable grace and now also an absolutely impeccable taste in husbands, it all fits. This cannot be a coincidence!

#Dexmas Month 2022 #Prompt Potluck #Prompt of the Day #Thomas Barrow #Guy Dexter #Dexmas #Hollywood Husbands #Downton Abbey

[sorinwilder]

"I can't do this anymore," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

He looked at her, concern etched on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean this," she choked out. "Us. You. Me. It's too much."

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. "Please don't do this," he pleaded. "I love you. We can work through whatever it is."

She pulled her hand away, shaking her head. "You don't understand. You never will. I'm broken. There's something inside of me that's broken and it's never going to heal. It's going to keep breaking us apart until there's nothing left."

He stood up, anger flashing in his eyes. "Don't say that!" he yelled. "I love you, dammit! I'm not going to let you push me away because you're scared."

"I'm not scared," she whispered. "I'm tired. Tired of hurting you. Tired of feeling like I'm not enough. Tired of pretending."

He walked over to her, his arms wrapping around her tightly. "You don't have to pretend," he said softly. "I love you for you. Every broken piece. Every flaw. You're enough for me."

She pulled away from him, a bitter laugh escaping her. "If only it were that easy," she said, wiping away her tears. "But it's not. It's never going to be. I'm sorry."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

#prompts #writerslife #novel #authors #booklr #writing community #writing prompts #prompt of the day #creative writing

[andreamorgan19]

WRITING PROMPT OF THE DAY

Write a short story consisting of roughly 250 words about your biggest fear and the MC in your current WIP.

#booksbooksbooks #writing prompt #fearless #crime fiction #fiction #horror #short story #prompt of the day #instant folllow back #follow

[unforth]

Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

#unforth rambles #this wasn't really prompted by anything #I'm just sick and tired and distractable #or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now #like no one has disrespected me #but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs #i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF??? #like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term #and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone #y'all are awesome #thank you so much

[mystic-moonscape]

➼ ᴰⁱˢᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉʳ: ᴾʰᵒᵗᵒˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ, ⁿᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ

★彡[ᴅᴀʏ 6 ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴅᴀʏ!]彡★

ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴄᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ? ʜᴇʀ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ ɢʀᴜɴɢᴇ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ʙᴇꜱᴛɪᴇ 💖.

{ƈօռȶʀǟֆȶɨռɢ ɖǟʏ 1’ֆ ʄǟɨʀʏƈօʀɛ ǟɛֆȶɦɛȶɨƈ}

#Mystic's moodboards #aesthetic april #prompt of the day #rockstar #rockstar aesthetic #rockstar moodboard #rockstars girlfriend #rockstars gf #a e s t h e t i c #rock music #punk rock #rock n roll #aesthetic #punk rock aesthetic #post punk #red and black aesthetic #dark red aesthetic #red moodboard #moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #car racing #alternative moodboard #punk aesthetic #street racing #fast and the furious #fast and furious aesthetic #mood board #nana osaki #source: pinterest #₊ ⊹♡[ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄ-ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ] ♡₊ ⊹

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Prompt of the day: Apollo and Artemis have a sibling rivalry where they compete in everything in the song "Anything You Can Do".

#apollo #artemis #apollo and artemis #greek gods #greek goddesses #greek mythology #anything you can do i can do better #prompt of the day #writing prompts #sibling shenanigans #the archer twins #sibling rivalry

[aestheticsoftheinternet]

Aesthetic April Day 5~

5. Favorite character from a show you are watching > Marcille from Dungeon Meshi! She's my favorite lesbian ever <3

#aesthetic april #prompt of the day #marcille dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi moodboard #marcille moodboard #elfcore #elfcore aesthetic #nature aesthetic #foodcore #foodcore aesthetic #foodie aesthetic #food cw #food tw #aesthetics of the internet

[selflovinalicia]

Five books I read recently

Yesterday’s writing prompt of the day was: “What is your favorite hobby/pastime?” If you learned anything from my two posts earlier this year, I love to read. I’ve always been a fan of contemporary and historical fiction, and earlier in 2022, I also dabbled in fantasy and romance. When I was younger, I loved reading. Having “Library” every week was my favorite time to pick out a new book, and…

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#alicia #beach read #binti #blog #blogging #book tok #books #emily henry #follow me #gretchen rubin #prompt of the day #reader #taylor jenkins reid #the martins

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 94

"You know," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't be loving me right now."

He furrowed his brow, puzzled by her statement. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't you love yourself?"

She let out a sigh, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. "I'm not exactly the easiest person to love. I come with a lot of baggage and complications."

He reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We all have our flaws and past mistakes. That doesn't make you any less lovable."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, but it quickly faded. "You say that now, but you haven't seen the worst of me yet."

He shook his head, determination shining in his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for the long haul, no matter what."

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she searched his face, searching for any sign of doubt. But all she found was unwavering devotion and sincerity.

"I don't deserve you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

He gently lifted her chin, meeting her gaze with unwavering certainty. "You deserve all the love in the world, and I'm going to give it to you."

#story prompt #writing prompt #creative writing #fiction prompt #story ideas #writing inspiration #writers community #prompt of the day #plot ideas #characters #imaginative prompt #plot prompt #story beginnings #storytelling #writing challenge #fiction writing #prompt generator #writers block #am writing #writers life #character development #plot generator #writers block cure #plot inspiration