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FEAT. ALLISON ARGENT | THE NEW LEADER

[thewritingumbrellas]

Arcs to write instead of a love story:

Enemies to best friends

Siblings growing closer

Siblings growing apart

Best friends to enemies

Reluctant parent figure

Reluctant teacher figure

Overly eager teacher/parent figure to reluctant student.

Best friends to even better best friends

Switching archetypes. Ex: Mom friend and irresponsible friend switch by the end of the story.

[heywriters]

i like "troubled kid finds good mentor and grows up to become a good mentor"

[mitchmarnii-deactivated20220325]

[lacetulle]

Alberta Ferretti | Spring/Summer 2021

[choriizo]

[galerie-cranberry]

like or reblog, if you use my avatars and don’t forget my copyright “.cranberry ” ♡

[tplrs]

[cyberglittter]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CCwLDbclxTL

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[fairweathermyth]

[fyeahkaredevil]

How many times can I hear that you fell down the stairs, or you walked into a door?

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[antolcgias]

sagaiisms​:

I don’t care. It’s right there on the tip of her tongue but she finds that people tend to clam up when she reacts honestly. Ghanima has too much going on to give into small talk and pleasantries. Her collecting of information about monsters, both guardian and otherwise, comes with the knowledge it might need to be used to eliminate them. She’s not bigoted. Not the sort to shoot first and ask questions later. But in her experience, she has also found that instincts tend to override a desire to be kind. That some are simply not built for it. That no matter how green the grass is, how plentiful the food source… Some things just have a taste for human flesh. It’s why she’s putting together a guide: so people know the signs and know to stay the fuck away.             ❝ It’s good to have hobbies. And be… Soft. ❞ Not for her but for others, they seem happy to be. She appreciates the coffee, though the list of different milks they have make her shake her head. To each their own. ❝ I’ll take regular. And as much sugar as you can afford to give me. ❞ The monstrumologist likes a little coffee with her milk and sugar and she fixes it just the way she likes, enough milk to cool it enough for her to drink from immediately. She doesn’t like to wait. And she appreciates the space given. Close quarters are for one night stands and friends. She doesn’t have any of the latter nearby and none of the former yet.             ❝ I followed the wind. ❞ No bullshit; no lying. It’s the truth and she’s come to expect people to believe she’s joking, think she’s more of a smartass than she actually is ( and she’s, well, pretty big of one anyway ). ❝ I came here to investigate this lovely oasis and the cause behind it. Or perhaps, ❞ she lifts the cup in something of a salute, ❝ the one behind it. Phenomenon like this usually come from a who, not a what. ❞

She moves again, listening to the woman while flipping through drawers and refrigerator doors. Keyleth sets a mason jar with the white granules inside — sugar scribbled in marker over duck tape slapped to one side. A pitcher of milk, and then the scrape of wood — the stool re-settled in front of the visitor. The waitress only has a second to sit down before the clatter of porcelain over metal.

A full plate, spices and meat and egg still sizzling, is slid in front of the visitor as the waitress settles herself on the stool with a new mug in hand to dry. All that is left around them is the slight creaking of the wood and metal in the weary building. Dancing along to the winds that come calling over New Vya — breezes that have brought this woman to it. There are no more locals working through their newspapers. The patrolmen’s cars are long gone into the highways. The hinge of the door can be heard — the cook’s steps receding until he’s gone. 

❝ We get a lot of forestry fans — some horticulturalists too! So, you’re welcome to stay and learn all about it, ❞ Keyleth nods, mirrors the lift of the cup with the one she still works at. ❝ Just remember, treat the town right and it’ll treat you right in return. ❞

It should be left at that. A solid welcome. One given to every person who comes across the town on their way through  — and to those looking for a place to stay. There’s something about this woman that keeps her talking, and Keyleth’s body inches forward. Inclined as if a curiosity is to be shared  — one rather kept for those to be in the know, ❝ Though you don’t strike me to be a tree-hugger. ❞

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ASKED BY @strongofheart​ (feat. @luridtruths​) ::  ‘ i mean i guess at least the horns suit you – ’ familiars srs

BAD MAGIC PROMPTS

The turn of his head — sideways — near slices through the sunlight that leaves the kitchen awash in a bright spring morning. Caught quick and reflected in the uptick of thin lips into a smile. ❝ They might, ❞ Reynold offers.

A shoulder rolls as he lifts an arm to place over the back of the couch. Slinks up, and curls until he brings fingertips to his lips. Eyes slanted towards her. Hand shivering before the arm uncurls again and spreads out again. All the while its shadow plays over the counter where Sam’s been dutifully practicing crafting pancakes. 

Reynold keeps his head angled towards her as he lets the silence settle— interrupted only by sizzling butter and the gentle splats of wet mix to the saucepan. The sun lines his features with a golden light, and shift with the black that slithers out from his temple. Curving backwards as though in the shape of a ram’s horn — but scaled. Light seeming to sink into the ever-black of each scale as the tips caress the sides of his head, and when he turns — places folded arms on the couch’s back — the light stolen reflect like glittering stars. 

❝ Never considered it. A bit sacrilegious ... for some. ❞ Humored, and keeping their eyes locked until he deigns to lower them. Returns to stare at the glass sliding doors — where there are birds, too free, gallivanting across his backyard — as the horns fade like dry ice. Endless black to gray smoke and then nothing at all. 

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FEAT. ZORAIDA | THE ALPHA’S SUCCESSOR

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