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stardustprompts · 9 months

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thirteen ghosts sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; language , blood , death

'oh, bad! that's one way to describe it. uh, 'insane' seems a little more appropriate.'

'it is my professional opinion that we should get the hell out of here. now!'

'I just need to take the edge off.'

'careful, (name). don't get too curious.'

'who are you to play god?'

'playing's for children.'

'I thought you were psychic.'

'that's not how it works and you know it!'

'perhaps we'll meet again in another life.'

'you crazy son of a bitch, what did you do?'

'you're being paranoid and overprotective.'

'I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, alright? but I need you to stay with me.'

'don't laugh at me.'

'not so fast, you gotta cater to my ego first.'

'don't touch me.'

'how's your head?'

'they're kids, what'd you expect?'

'just this once, don't argue with me.'

'what part of that code are you having trouble cracking?'

'I don't see any ghosts.'

'I want you to do me a favor and stop with all the haunted house nonsense. okay?'

'you don't have to scream, alright? just ... chill.'

'no, I don't think we should split up.'

'I told you, I can't see any ghosts.'

'it's a ghost! just like I've been saying all night.'

'there are ghosts around us all the time. most of them, they can't hurt is. most of them don't wanna hurt us. but there are exceptions.'

'there's no such thing as ghosts.'

'don't speak. don't move.'

'I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.'

'it looks to me like I'm saving your ass.'

'if you want help, you gotta help me first.'

'can I rely on you not to get me killed?'

'what the hell are you doing here?!'

'stop dragging your ass, man!'

'you got something to say, say it.'

'let's start with this is all your goddamn fault!'

'if you haven't noticed, I'm a little bit of a freak!'

'I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes!'

'so yeah, I'm depraved. and (name) was my friend and he accepted me!'

'he didn't accept you, you're pathetic! he used you!'

'god, I've been trying to help you.'

'love is the most powerful energy.'

'I don't read latin.'

'it doesn't add up. it doesn't make any sense. there's gotta be a better way.'

'how much of this equation makes any sense at all?'

'I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cuz that would suck.'

'why are you so mad at me? I did everything you asked me to do.'

'you're not mad at me, are you?'

'I've been looking for a reason to like myself for a long time.'

'greatness requires sacrifice.'

'I'm nothing without you.'

'the world has no time for little people like you. it needs people who are willing to do anything for greatness.'

'I am sick of this nanny shit.'

'this was not in the job description. I quit!'

#rp sentence starters #rp prompts #rp memes #movie sentence starters #movie prompts #horror prompts #thirteen ghosts prompts #thirteen ghosts sentence starters #anna's 31 days of halloween #31 days of halloween: 2 #if you're wondering how old I am it's This Old #does anyone even remember this movie?

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scoobypineapple · 11 months

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“Figures, we’d end up in the Himalayas.”

#scooby doo #the thirteen ghosts of scooby doo #this would be so wild to see with zero context for either the Philadelphia meme or thirteen ghosts

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mjrkime · 9 months

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I was reminded about the existence of "Thirteen Ghosts" and made this.

He ain't no slasher, but I love Dennis Rafkin. He deserves his own aggressive Valentine card 8D

#thirteen ghosts #slashermemefier #slasher memes #dennis rafkin

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feralvelveteenrabbitxxx · 7 months

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Or was that just me lol

#horror movies #mine #thirteen ghosts #thir13en ghosts #the angry princess #girlblogging #feralvelveteenrabbit #she is me i am her #about me #Dana newman #horror film #horror art #horror memes #Body horror

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faetedforglory · 2 years

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alt!

what other characters have i played? (the crossover we didn't need au shaggy)

he felt his heart pounding, that familiar buzzing filling his head. pain was pricking behind shaggy's eyes and a stabbing pain was shooting through his skull. the ghost was a fucking violent bastard and his friends weren't safe if weed wasn't dulling the effects of his psychic ability. dammit. why did they have to be passing through woodsboro? why did the gang have to hear about billy's ghost haunting shaggy's old, now abandoned, home? why were they so insistent on checking it out? he hadn't even crossed the threshold of the house yet, maybe it wasn't too late to turn back. . . because he was sure the moment billy sensed his presence there was going to be hell to pay for surviving that shitty night.

he wanted to tap out. all of this nonsense was supposed to be long behind him after jumping from identity to identity but he couldn't bear the thought of something happening to any of them. even though he was sure the truth was going to come out and they would turn on him, he had to protect them from billy's spirit at any cost, even his own life. stu-- dennis-- shaggy took a deep breath.

"like, come on guys, these places are never haunted anyway! it's always some guy in a mask!" and oh, did he fear the bastard in the mask. oh, did he know what it was like to be the guy in a mask. "can't we just get back on the road?"

#( ooc. )#( alt muse meme. )#{my idiot brain connected the dots between}#{scream. thirteen ghosts. and live action scooby-doo}#{to produce this clusterfuck}#{but my god is he so much fun to play}#{i should really remake his blog}

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kailoplasia · 2 years

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𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘. 👻

#thirteen ghosts #early 2000s #horror #occult #gothcore #horror movies #horror memes #movies

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madstonedcrone · 3 days

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#self image #self image issues #body dysmorphia #relatable memes #halloween #spooky #trending #horror #horror fan #meme #mental wellness #thirteen ghosts #thir13en ghosts #shannon elizabeth #horror memes #ghosts #society sucks #overcoming societal norms #societal pressure

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twodragons-blooper-reel · 2 months

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Let's roll the bloopers!

POST LIMIT: I LIVE

Hi there! It's @twodragonsinatrenchcoat I run several Pokemon IRL blogs in the rotumblr sphere and I wanted to make a sort of hub for them! Not just for organization and a spot to hold onto ask games I enjoy- but for meme and AU purposes as well!

I'll post ooc updates as well as jokes I have while writing here from time to time as well :3

Feel free to ask any and all questions pertaining to the blogs that are listed below!

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Active Blogs:

@disparate-traveller <- A faller blog about my character Diamond who yeeted themselves into Rotomblr to hang out with their bestie

@ghost-type-appreciator <- A Ceruledge hybrid blog :] her name is Seraphina! She's a wet cat

@psychic-type-appreciator <- Seraphina's sister Agni. She's less of a wet cat

@clockwork-soul-heart <- Princess Steele! She's been trapped in a clockwork kingdom by a haunted doll for the last seven years of her life.

@fields-of-gracidea <- Vio! Branded chosen of Shaymin, Sawsbuck Hybrid, tasked with taking care of the younger brandeds

@synthetic-radiance <- Cursed Chosen named Orion, Type:Null hybrid.

@rotumbeast <- The spirit of Rotomblr. Might be responsible for chaos

Inactive Blogs:

@sturdy-and-soundproof <- What you probably know me from! Aegis! Shieldon boy! I'm not sure how best to explain him besides he's cute. Has a whole slew of blogs related to him which are up next :)

@oreburghminingmuseum <- A blog about Aegis's caretakers and the museum they work for! Mostly an excuse for a place where I can post non-shieldon fossil pokemon art-

@drifting-rocket <- Kidnapped Aegis a couple times. His name is Drifter, he's a Team Rocket Executive. He's got so many issues.

@mareeplings <- My first pkmn Irl blog :D I dream of returning to it someday but I can't find the inspiration.

@snarling-maschiff <- a blog with a normal person running it as opposed to all my other blogs (whoops) They like dog pokemon!

@spiralled-and-spliced <- Another blog with relation to Dakota, was my first attempt at a villain blog. Never really took off but the character exists :)

@wayward-silver <- One of 13* Silver blogs, he's a mew taking the form of his past life. Was stuck underground as a ditto for like 20 years though.

@devilisinthedeinos <- A "Sleeby" named Eris who turned into a deino after getting top surgery. There's something else behind the scenes there...

@distortion-escapee <- A blog for my personal take on giratina, related to Dakota's blog.

@dakota-and-paris <- About a girl who has had way too much on her plate for thirteen years and will continue to have too much on her plate until I say so. (Currently mostly inactive, but I reblog things there occasionally)

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That's all my blogs. If I'm answering a question about a specific blog I'll put it in the tags as "blog talk: [Blog name]"

I'm open to questions directed at characters, directed at myself, au talking- Just about anything honestly! This is just a fun sort-of hub for my pokemon blogs.

uhhh love y'all bye for now! <3

*there's so many silver blogs on this website i'm not gonna keep this number updated but that's how many there was when I made the blog

#pinned post #intro post #hub blog #tori talks

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he11swinter · 2 years

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This was fun

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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If you’re stilling doing the title meme; “parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth”

Oh. Oh.

God damn, anon! I want to pick you up and shake that brain of yours like a magic 8 ball but for prompts or more titles.

What a line!

It reminds me of Kemi Alabi. Particularly this verse:

I inherited hunger, popped jaw, all teeth, & father taught me how to feast.

One, a work that explores the relationships between the Thirteen Primes and how their influences laid the groundwork for the modern-day wide-scale conflict, such as the death of Cybertron, the occupation by the Quintessions and their Pan Galactic Co-Prosperity Sphere, and the inherent chaos of Earth and its inhabitants (What if magic was real but something happened?)

I'm very much in the camp of the Thirteen being actual deities with their own Aspects and Domains. Plus with the material of Quintus Prime being the creator of the Quintessons along with Unicron-is-Earth subplot, and my own personal take of Megatronus Prime Fell to Earth and became a Primordial deity?

Two, a crossover between Transformers Prime and Harry Potter that would deal with the aftermath of a plot where at the moment between his death and resurrection by Smokescreen wielding Solus' hammer, Optimus falls Elsewhere. He wakes up above ground under a light drizzle and he's human, and in the distance, there's a village and castle looming over it.

When Optimus returns to his own present timeline, he tries to find out about the children he left behind and eventually gets word of a new Dark Lord that rose to power.

It's Harry Potter.

Three, a bayverse fic where magic exists and the Witwickys aren't what they seem. I would set it where it's a young couple Ron and Judy that get Bumblebee as they attempt to run from the monsters in their lineage.

Ron buried his family, one by one until his mother became a living ghost and his sister desperately tried to cut everything Witwicky about herself, bleeding herself so thoroughly that she fled the country without looking back.

Judy, much like her great-grandmother, left her family to find her own way, but she couldn’t forget those hard lessons. The whiff of cigar smoke as Papa showed her how to delicately carve bones -both stolen and willingly given- and read entrails, and where Mama had sharp petals and questing tendrils directly drink blood from their palms.

Aliens, while exciting, were the least of their problems, and yet, in some ways, the source of their woes.

#ask #ask meme #fic ideas #transformers #transformers prime #transformers bayverse #tfp #bayverse #harry potter #optimus prime #optimus #judy witwicky #ron witwicky #magic #time travel #humanformers #my thoughts #my writing #maccadam

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at-thestillpoint · 5 months

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💥 🎁 🏷 for the ask meme!

[ask me things!]

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

We could debate whether or not we even accept Gilmore Girls: A Year In the Life as canon, but the answer to this is all of A Year In the Life except Emily Gilmore's story. I think there's something gross, arrogant, and deeply disrespectful to your fans about writing your successors into some very deep holes, and then blatantly ignoring (not even watching season seven, AS-P?) the way those writers tried to climb out and tie everything up (decently well! my hottest take is that Season 7 isn't that bad!), at the expense of all character growth, in service of telling what I can imagine is the exact same story you wanted to tell ten years ago, when characters had ten fewer years of life experience. Make it make sense! I can't bring myself to believe that Luke and Lorelai never in TEN YEARS talked about having more kids, that Rory would be unprepared for an interview even if it was with Sandee Says, or that Lane didn't go to California with the twins to live happily ever after with Dave Rygalski.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Here's a long one from the Hangman POV of fill this ghost town up with life, which is not the WIP I meant to be writing, but is the one that is being written. I want to share the entire thing! We are so close! (Probably!)

Jake doesn’t care to admit, even to himself, and certainly not to her, how much he misses Natasha during the thirteen weeks he’s at Top Gun. It’s not just the sex—though he certainly wouldn’t say no at this moment. Even factoring in the deployment from hell that they’ve recently returned from, thirteen weeks is the longest they’ve gone without sex since they started regularly having it with each other two years ago. It’s also not that everyone else in this class is so uncreative with their flying that he’s bored in zero-point-six seconds flat the first time he gets in the air, and stays so bored through all the rest of training that he kind of wishes Rooster were here just for a bit of pizzazz to his day, if not his training. It’s that there’s no one around to roll their eyes with him when Ithaca once again forgets there’s still coffee in his to-go mug. No one to knock back another pull of tequila when Harvard reminds everyone he went to Yale. No one to go an extra mile and a half out of their way with him for the superior French fries after a night of drinking. Thirteen weeks away from her, and the Natasha-shaped hole in his life grows more obvious with each passing day. He shouldn’t be surprised at this discovery, but it still shocks him to be confronted with just how much he misses her.

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

I usually just hang out in my preferred relationship tags, and choose fics to read by title and summary. But since we've all started being more enigmatic with titles and summaries, I do use tags as a secondary gauge for what the story is about, but I'm not typically searching for "enemies to lovers" or "angst."

#come talk to me!#dispatches from my google docs #hot take harriet over here

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frogsndogs · 8 months

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a little late, not perfectly written, drabble about the thirteen ghosts with some of my own headcanons and the like for the anniversary :)

Logically, Vincent knows that he’s old. He’s been around since a little before Stonehenge so he knows he’s one of the older people around. The kids especially make sure he knows it, teasingly calling him “old man” and joking that he wouldn’t know how to use a computer (he does, sort of. Not really - but Flim Flam handles all that these days).

But he also knows he doesn’t look it. He looks in the mirror and he’s about middle aged, 40, maybe 50 on a bad day (he’s been having less and less of those though, recently). He’s been that way since the start of his movie career. According to the kids there’s already “memes” going around, joking that he and some others actors are immortal. If they only knew how true they were. Some of the others that are joked about mention it to him at the parties he attends. That Keanu fellow is always very polite.

Then there are the days that he feels old. The days that he looks over Daphne’s shoulder as she scrolls through Tumblr or the way he balks at how many ingredients Shaggy can get, or some days even the way Scooby jumps on him makes his bones creak. Then there’s Flim Flam and Scrappy.

He took Flim Flam in because he reminded him of old times - of Mortifier. But from the moment he stepped foot in his house he filled it with an unmatched youthful energy, one that Vincent hadn’t felt for centuries. Flim Flam made him feel alive again - made him feel like a new parent instead of an age old warlock. He proved that there were still things left for Vincent to learn, still a whole new world to see. (Or well, a whole new way to see the world.)

Scrappy is a ball of energy too - always talking, ready to fight. Flim Flam’s loud too, but sneakier, Scrappy hasn’t learned when to back down yet. He has the innocence of youth that Film Flam is missing (something that he desperately wished to give back to the boy) and Vincent feels a pang of worry that he’s going to lose that. He knows that he lost that - somewhere along the way he stopped thinking life was all flowers and roses. But for now Scrappy is a ball of fluff and energy and with the demons back in the chest maybe he’ll stay that way for a little while longer.

And Mortifier’s back. He doesn’t know what being in the chest and then the mirror did to him, but he’s back and he looks exactly the same and Vincent didn’t think twice - he really should have though - before wrapping his arms around him. He looks middle-aged too, but there’s something about him, maybe the twinkle of his eye or the jingle in his laugh and Vincent doesn’t think he’s aged a day since they met.

Logically Vincent knows that he’s old. But with all these new beginnings he can’t help but feel it’s only been a couple years since Stonehenge.

#scooby doo #vincent van ghoul #thirteen ghosts of scooby doo #scrappy did nothing wrong #the thirteen ghosts of scooby doo #the 13 ghosts of scooby doo

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pl9090 · 9 months

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.T.B.o.t.W. Missing

Upon reviewing my readthrough notes I noticed the recurring concept of something being missing, (objects or people) which suprisingly isn't mentioned in the, "Design Specs for Advanced users" despite clearly being present and the book itself stating that it has some importance, (see the quote below).

Was it intentionally hidden and if so why? Or am I being utterly human and seeing a pattern that isn't there?

"A similar importance can be attached to “missing” rather than “unfinished” works, such as the Mount Usu duel from The Ghost Kingdom (1999), the “Miss Hiroshima” episode of Through the Eye of Eternity (1996) or the killing of a Cambodian villager accidentally captured on film during the shooting of The Wasteland (1974). In these cases, it’s the anxiety of what the footage might contain which is all-important", Production Hell.

This anxiety over what might be there and the resulting importance give to what is, "missing" is referenced in, "The Book of the War” as being the existence context vital to understanding the enemy's nature, reinforced by the referred to missing entries by their nature and that they either directly relate to: the enemy, (ie: The Gods of the Ainu and S'tanim) and or their possible capabilities, (ie: Violent Unknown Events, Mohandassa, and Sixth Wave Defections).

Examples

The Eleven Day Empire: The missing eleven days, (which caused the non time aware population to panic that they had been stolen and by who).

The enemy: Missing entries that seem to relate directly to it or it's capabilities. Known to retro erase information about itself and it's methods when necessary/

Grandfather Paradox: Both his self imposed missing right arm and erasure from history.

The House of Lords: After an hour Cousin Anastasia emerges from the House of Lords smeared in blood and with one finger missing.

Kaiwar: What did Immaculata Formosii say about her new allies?

The Monster Coda: The High Council's policy of keeping the enemy leadership's identity a secret as fear is the only reliable and, "base" enough motivator the Timelords have.

The Mount Usu Duel: 1.Mujun, The Ghost Kingdom has several missing sequences generated by the Celestis meme mine known as, "The .G.C.I. Processor". 2.The enemy, (in, "God of the Ainu" form)'s presence as an absence. 3.Brookhaven's disappearance. 3.The coolest character is the one who's face you never see.

Production Hell: "Missing" works are more important than, "unfinished" ones due to the anxiety of what it might contain.

The Thirteen Day Republic: The thirteen days sometimes missing from the Russian calender, it's two main symbols associated with disaster.

Through the Eye of Eternity: The missing episode, "Miss Hiroshima", (the only brown eye episode) which has something to do with the context in which the enemy exists.

Waves of the House Military, The Sixth Wave: Missing in Action: Self explanatory. Going by the: stated secrecy, attempted explanations and the previously mentioned, "Sixth Wave Defections" that it was retrocompromised by the enemy into becoming supporters so were retro annulled by either themselves or the Timelords.

"It’s unclear, even now, what the exact relationship was between the War and this age of paranoia. It’s possible that the Houses were sensing the future bearing down on them and beginning to panic, but it’s also possible that the War was in some way a result of the increasing paranoia (this makes a certain sense, given the nature of the enemy)", War Predictions, The Book of the War.

Could the Timelords post First War in Heaven, (the Yssgaroth war) several millenia paranioa and anxiety that another enemy might arise and over what/who it would be could be at least part of the paranioa that resulted in the Second war in Heaven?

#book of the war #faction paradox #great houses #doctor who #timelords #the enemy #hidden #erased #unknown #yssgaroth #the first war in heaven #the second war in heaven #eleven day empire #bbc doctor who #dr who #whoniverse

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misterkingdom · 10 months

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FIRST LINES MEME: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I’m going to divide this between original fiction and Fanfic.

ORIGINAL FICTION:

1. It’s May in New York City which means it’s pissing rain down from the glaucoma grey skies.

2. Jacklyn “Jack” Gilmore flicked her half finished cigarette into the virgin snow at her feet, the red tip of it glowed like a falling star until it hit the ice with a dying hiss.

3. The sky was smudged grey with clouds threatening rain of biblical proportions.

4. Tommy sat in his room, drinking a beer he commandeered from Dad’s liquor cabinet—which was just a fancy way of saying that his father kept the alcohol in the higher cabinets since Tommy was a toddler and didn’t bother to move it when he got a little, a lot taller.

5. The air this high up in the mountains was thin, the wind moving through the castle sounded like the howling of ghosts.

6. Conan James Lynch III’s lips were glittering with spilled beer in the putrid, yellow light of the cheap lamp in the corner of the too small living room.

7. Toodles Galore was a six foot three, beast of a man, with rolling muscles and skin shiny, oiled to perfection. He smelled of something flirty and evilly tempting, like a forbidden fruit drowned in Vodka. His cheap wig was bone straight and white-blonde, contrasting with his midnight skin. His artificial, jean blue eyes were watching The Spaceman with something more intimate than he's felt in a long time, as the man slipped cherry Blow Pop between is full lips. He wore a red, frilly, threadbare, heart red robe with black, black laced panties underneath, holding back an impressive package.

8. The bathroom walls were flamingo pink and hasn’t had any work done since Dylan’s mother remodeled it in the mid-2000s. The floor was checked black and white, smudged with footprints. A red, fuzzy rug peeked out from under the sink. The mirror was dream hazy with the friendly fire of toothpaste as Dylan and his Dad’s toothbrushes rolled around in a dirty glass—black and red, respectively.

The bathroom had the flavor of a seedy motel that charges hourly. Dylan’s mother had always been a Vegas girl, through and through. This bathroom held the one piece of her wild spirit that hadn’t abandoned him when she up and left to live in England with a minor lord she met online nine years ago.

9. Aishwarya Mehta sat behind the office desk, watching the electric blue open sign to the family motel wink. It was sometime between the wolves and the birds, the clock had blinked off hours ago. The front office was eerie and abandoned at night, with only a tinny rendition of Creep by Radiohead interfering with her walkie-talkie keeping her company. Her older brother had snuck off hours ago, probably to sleep in one of the unoccupied rooms.

10. The Spaceman wraps his lips around the brown cock of a sweating, cold, Bud Light. The beer hasn't burned since he was thirteen. The drink slides down, silky as Ella Fitzgerald’s voice.

FANFICTION:

11. The sun rises in her irises like it does over an ocean—all sapphire blue with a sprinkling of gold cradled in them. In their depths lies a coldness and a question: How could someone so disgusting, so lowly dare to touch her? Syril doesn’t have an answer. He just breathes in the scent of jasmine like it’s the last breath of air before he is pulled under into the deep.

(From a WIP starring Dedra/Syril from Andor.)

12. He’s supposed to knock her out but her lips on his were soft as satin and she’s silver in the moonlight.

(From an Until Dawn fanfic starring Josh and Sam.)

13. Cold blew from the river Thames, dragging its icy lips across Widowmaker’s dead face—she can scarcely remember the sensation of skin on skin, but icy tears crawled down her face, the sensation reminiscent of spider legs walking down her cheeks.

(From a Windowmaker/Tracer fanfic.)

14. Dick’s hair had grown long, untamed, black waves cascading down to his pale collar bones. He wore a large army green jacket, jeans, and white sneakers. He sat against the hood of his funeral black 1990 Dodge Charger outside of a diner, smoking a cigarette. He was only lit by the red light of the neon sign bleeding across the parking lot—it’s a good thing Tim has binoculars as he lay on a roof across the street.

(From a Batman-Tim/Dick fanfic.)

15. “You are like the sun—“Namor began.

“Hard to look at?” Shuri joked, trying to drown her nervousness in humor—a familiar situation. It instead forms a rock in the pit of her stomach. It was the type of wordplay that would earn her a soft chuckle from T’Challa. T’Challa wouldn’t approve of this, he’d search the entire ocean for her. But he’s not here, he’s nowhere. He’s dead…and he took the Black Panther with him.

“Radiant.” Namor continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Come here.”

(From yet ANOTHER Black Panther Namor/Shuri political marriage fanfic. I know there are dozens, which is why I won’t be posting this.)

16. They sent in the social worker when Jason Todd told the first three cops to fuck off. She looked as if she road in on the last bus out of Las Vegas—fried, bleach blonde hair, blueberry eyeshadow, dry lipstick the color of fresh blood, and burnt gold skin with black pupils. She was trying too hard to sound sympathetic. It came out as synthetic. It hurt his ears.

(From a Dick/Jason fanfic.)

17. Elsa Bloodstone didn’t know how she would die but she knew it wouldn’t be in bed, dying easily was not her birthright. The Bloodstone was, however. In pursuit of it, she ended up in a cage with a monster who wore the face of a unassuming, handsome, slightly dopey gent. When she first laid eyes on him, she thought she could eat him for lunch. He didn’t ooze masculinity like the other men crowding the room. He also didn’t want to fight her. She should’ve known he was the most dangerous. It’s always the quiet ones. She took a shuddery breath. He hopes he makes it quick and then somehow devours her stepmother.

(From a Werewolf by Night Jack/Elsa fanfic,)

18. Steven’s body wasn’t a temple—it was a flat and too many people were living in it. Marc is the stereotypical strong silent type but Steven can tell that the little American man inside him was getting antsy. They share a body so all of Marc’s anxiety about all the crazy magic shit is getting to him. Steven had been ignoring Marc but it only seemed to make him louder, like there was a megaphone blaring in his head.

(From a Moon Knight Marc/Steven fanfic.)

19. The sun was shards cracked by the reaching limbs of trees as they rode along a faint path, in symmetry with the too clear, rushing stream that scattered their reflections. The lush green, towering trees roofing over them, painted their piece of Eden a friendly emerald. The blue of the sky was unbroken by clouds, clear as a polished mirror. The windless, mild weather, spoke of a cool summer, even though the cusps of autumn loomed nearby.

Their Imperial Warmblood was a large animal, bigger than any horse Dorian has ever seen. It was cloud white and named Snowball by Sera. The elf had apparently named every animal they’ve gotten in all of Skyhold. It’s a feat, considering how many creatures Dorian runs to in any given day.

Snowball was followed by Shadow, a large, oil slick black Ferelden horse that Cullen grew attached to. It was trailing at a slower pace, making soft noises that could barely be heard over the light clatter of hooves. Their bags were stacked on the horse like pebbles on a riverbed.

Cullen’s body was a hard, hot weight against him, even through Cullen’s armor and Dorian’s leather. Dorian somewhat felt bad for Snowball, the way they were two bulky men weighing the mount down, but the horse didn’t look like it was a burden.

The commander dragged his finger up Dorian’s side until it reached the underside of his arm. Dorian suppressed a squirm—he was particularly ticklish right under his armpit. He found that out from Iron Bull—while Cullen moved his gloved finger down the curve of Dorian’s bicep. The touch was ghosted, hinting that the commander could be caressing him with the rough pads of his scarred fingers or holding him with his slightly out of true fingers.

Cullen moved his hand until it was splayed on Dorian’s lower belly. Dorian inhaled against the heat pooling in him at a mere placement of the commander’s hands, even through the Dorian’s heavy outfit, and Cullen’s gloves.

Dorian held onto the reins, lest the animal gets startled and paralyzes them both.

“I get the feeling you want something, commander.”

“Is that so?” Cullen’s stubble-itchy jaw scrubbed against Dorian’s freshly shaved one. Both of his hands rested against Dorian’s for a moment before he moved them to Dorian’s navel. Dorian failed to suppress the shudder and the ache where Cullen could be right now if they were to stop in the middle of nowhere.

Cullen inched back before planting one wet kiss in the vortex of Dorian’s neck. The commander held his lips there while sticking his hand into the material of Dorian’s harness and trailing the hot hand until he felt his peck. Cullen’s leather covered thumb caught on the sensitive bud of his nipples. Dorian bit back a gasp as Cullen slid his hand even further down until just the tips of his fingers brushed Dorian’s cock. Dorian failed to swallow his groan. He took one of his hands off the reins and pressed Cullen’s hands further down. The commander got one good stroke in before Dorian begrudgingly took Cullen’s hand out of the outfit. He stopped himself from grounding down on the saddle for relief.

“We need to stop, love.” Dorian said. “This is technically bestiality. We need to get off this horse.”

“Get off this horse? I know you’re a hedonist but this is a little much, don’t you think?”

“Oh, you know what I meant.” Dorian said as he pulled the reins. The horse stopped with a soft noise. Shadow got the hint and stop just short of the other mount. Dorian got off the beast slowly and stretched. His thighs hurt from being in that position but Cullen, ever limber, came down with grace.

(A piece of Dragon Age: Inquisition Cullen/Dorian fanfic which I will never post ;__;)

20. “The Supreme Leader respects you like I would a very clever attack dog.” General Hux said. “We could never lose you. I could never lose you.”

Kylo Ren stared up at the general from the hospital bed. His wrist itches and burns but the pain feels faraway. The lights smear into diamonds and Hux is just a black figure far above him.

Kylo Ren’s body feels made out of stone. He feels like an empty vessel for the First Order to pour and pour and pour their hate toward the Resistance, the Republic, the Jedi—everything, until lashed out violently to suit their needs. Now more than ever, he feels like a sick dog on a leash. He believes in the cause but the cause believing in him was the most important thing.

Leia and Han Solo made the decision to send him to Luke Skywalker. He joined the Knights of Ren because of the wise Supreme Leader. He was clay—something to be molded by hard hands. He was mere pieces before he joined the First Order. He was sewn together by their hopes and dreams—a Frankenstein’s monster. The only thing he can take credit for is his mistakes.

If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear, and chiefly towards you my arch-enemy, because my creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred.

He now sees that the only substantial decision he’d made in years was to bash his wrist against the bathroom mirror.

Hux pushed one of the three medical droids out of the way. The bot whirled as it fluttered. Hux then took his handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed the stiff, dry material under Kylo Ren’s eyes—were there tears? Hux’s look of cold formality flickers into one of pity.

“So tell me, Ren, were you hoping to die? Is it because you were bested by a scavenger?”

Kylo Ren took a staccato breath. Rey. Rey.

“Well, you don’t get to die.” Hux said. He stuck the towel back into his pocket. He gently cupped the side of Kylo Ren’s face. His leather glove was cold and dry—a barrier between their faux intimacy. He can’t remember the last time he felt skin on his. “You are a tool and I won’t let you die until you’ve served your purpose.”

He wasn’t trying to die but he didn’t mind that death could’ve been a side effect.

Hux traced his thumb along Kylo Ren’s bottom lip.

“Our live are not our own, Ren. We fight and die so something greater can grow in our place. You will do well to remember that.” Hux’s slipped his thumb passed Kylo Ren’s teeth and rested on the tip of his tongue, the fresh leather was chaffing. He pressed down until spit pooled in Kylo Ren’s mouth. The general removed his digit from Kylo Ren’s mouth, leaving a trail of spit ending on his chin. “Are you listening to me?”

Kylo Ren reached beyond the general’s face and crushed one of the medical droid, barely feeling the pinch of electricity or hear the whirring come to a halt. The pieces fall like dirty snow, like fiery meteors, like stars as they sprinkle on him.

Hux smirked.

“Good.”

(From a Star Wars fanfic—Hux/Kylo Ren.) **

The pattern I notice from my original fiction is that it’s all pretty grim and dirty, especially the way I describe scenery to set the mood. I hope I’m not too one note.

The pattern I learned from my from my fan fiction is that it’s a lot of hero/villain and opposites attracting but doesn’t that make it more fun?

I don’t have any writer friends to tag so I tag all of you reading this! If you do it, tag me in it so I can read your writing! Thanks.

#Richard do this with song lyrics #I’m too embarrassed to tag you because this gets steamy #writing memes #writing meme #writing #writeblr

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