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19 | English Ed Major Can’t follow a schedule to save my life Writing prompts appreciated!!!

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Me every time I write

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I’m glad to see that this resonated with so many people

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✍🐛 writer worm has made her way to your dash!! may she bring you inspiration, motivation, and lots of cheering while you write!! 💛

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Writing Wednesday- Caraval

It was a dream. It had to be a dream because Tella was asleep in her bed in the palace, not walking into Jacks’s gambling den. Smoke rose in the air around her, curling into hearts in every obnoxious shade of red she could think of.

Men and women shouted their victories and failures, throwing their cards down on the table. Tella walked past them, ivory dress swishing around the tables. She was going to kill Jacks for putting her in a wedding dress.

She walked down the stairs to his office, ignoring everyone that called out to her along the way. They were just a dream after all. Tella swing open the door and found the Prince of Hearts leaning back in his chair, smirking. He looked as disheveled as he had last time she’d seen him three months ago.

“Hello, my love. Miss me?”

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Writing Wednesday- Six of Crows (Kanej)

Inej weaved through the Suli wagons, enjoying the familiar sight of the caravan she’d grown up in. Slavers had been few and far between since stories of her retribution spread to the ports, so she took a break to visit family.  The Suli silks and smell of fry bread guided her towards her parents’.  

Her mother turned away from the pan of food to smile at Inej. She tried to return her mother’s smile, but understanding shone in the woman’s eyes.  

“You’re leaving,” Inej’s mother greeted, handing her a piece of fry bread. Inej swallowed the mouthful of bread and guilt. “When?’

“In the morning. I’m going back to Ketterdam.”

“To see that boy?”  

Her mother smiled knowingly. Inej fought her blush.  She missed Kaz, but there was no point pretending she would be running into his arms. She hadn’t seen him in months. For all Inej knew, he’d conquered Ketterdam in the time she’d been away. The thought made her smile.

“His name is Kaz.”

[icanwriteinmydreams]

In His Arms

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Years after leaving the underground, Alina Starkov's life changes again.

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Light in the Meadow

Chapter 7

Alina Starkov hid her power from the Grisha examiners when she was eight, but decided to practice her power in secret. Her best friend and fellow orphan, Mal, finds out and struggles to shed his anti-Grisha opinions to keep her hidden. Their plan works until the Darkling increases his search efforts for a Sun Summoner and retests her at Keramzin, where thirteen-year-old Alina's powers are discovered. Despite her protests, Alina is dragged to the Little Palace to train with the Darkling and the Second Army.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Heliophilia

Chapter 11

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

In a Ravka where the Darkling took the throne years ago, hiding Grisha is a grave offense. When the Duke of Keramzin fails to report a Grisha under his roof, the Darkling rains punishment down in the form of his nichevo'ya, the merzost creatures he'd mastered after decades of experimentation. After the attack, young Alina Starkov discovers her own powers and flees Keramzin to avoid identification and keep her best friend Mal ignorant of her crime. Encountering the supposedly dead Nikolai Lantsov, Alina joins his gaggle of otkazat’sya and Grisha adolescents rebelling against the Darkling’s rule. But with all of Ravka keeping an eye out for a Sun Summoner, can Alina avoid a place by the Darkling’s side?

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In His Arms

Chapter 2

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Years after leaving the underground, Alina Starkov's life changes again.

[icanwriteinmydreams]

All the Lonely Ones- Series Masterlist

All the Lonely Ones

An AU in which the Apparat finds young Alina at Keramzin and hides her underground against her will. He still uses her as a figurehead and forms a cult around her, claiming that he is protecting her from the Darkling. Little does the Apparat know that the bond between Alina and the Darkling cannot be broken, even before they've met.

In the Caves

Mal's pov from All the Lonely Ones

The Angel in the Caves

Aleksander's POV during and after All the Lonely Ones

In His Arms

Years after leaving the underground, Alina Starkov's life changes again.

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Writing Wednesday- Grisha Trilogy

Entering the lecture hall, she tensed as the freezing air hit her.  Saints, it was August.  Most of the students already sitting wore t-shirts and shorts like she was.  They sat shivering, a few friends huddled together in the back row.

“Don’t close the door,” one girl begged.  She was curled around her backpack, clutching her Starbucks coffee with shaking, white fingers.  

“Stop letting the heat in,”  a cold voice boomed up at her.  Alina looked up to see Aleksander Morozova arching a brow at her.  Impatience glittered in his quarts grey eyes, and his jaw tilted up in a haughty manner as he observed her.  She had the urge to run her fingers through his black hair.  “Do you know how to shut a door, Miss-“

“Starkov.  Alina Starkov.”

In honor of the show being released, have more grishaverse! This is a snippet of a darklina fic I’m writing, so keep an eye out for that.

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Writing Wednesday- Throne of Glass

"We're leaving for Terrasen at dawn."  

She froze. Surely she'd heard him wrong.  After all, Arobynn Hamel, her mentor and leader of the Assassin's Guild, had forbidden Celaena from ever returning to her home.  In her shock she almost missed him saying "pack enough supplies for a week," and walking to his office.

A week? After eight years, she would be back home in Terrasen. For a whole week.

Finally unfreezing herself, Celaena trekked upstairs to her room. She couldn’t help but slump backwards on her bed, arms splayed out beside her. The dull ache in her chest grew heavier with each question running through Celaena’s head.  

Would anyone remember her? Would they hate her?

Her cousin’s golden blue eyes surfaced in her mind, glaring at her with a vengeance he reserved for those criticizing her. What would Aedion think of the life she lived?

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Writing Wednesday- The Grisha Trilogy

Alina leaned on the balcony railing, watching the sun set on Ravka. The warm breeze lifted her white hair, tickling her neck and cheeks. She watched as Os Alta prepared for bed. The bakery right off palace grounds was closing up, the baker’s wife bidding the last customer goodbye with a box of pastries. Children were ushered inside for baths to wash the grime from the street off their faces. She remembered Ana Kuya scrubbing her face raw to get the dirt off, grumbling ladies were supposed to be cleaner. It seemed a messy queen was as close to a proper lady as Alina would get.

“What are you doing out here, moi sol?”

Alina turned her head with a small smile to see Aleksander admiring her from the doorway. He stepped closer, moving his arms around her. She sighed and leaned her head back on his chest, letting him kiss her forehead.

“Just enjoying the sunset. I’m surprised you tore yourself away from meetings long enough to see it.

“Are you upset that I missed dinner?”

She grinned up at him. “You’ll make it up to me.”

He smiled back. “Anything for you, milaya.”

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Writing Wednesday- TID

Tessa couldn’t help but smile at Magnus’s glitter stash, even when a shake of his hair rendered her tea undrinkable. The inexorable plastic particles were a nuisance, but she couldn’t help but picture a certain red-haired inventor bent over pages of ideas. Tessa couldn’t go through a portal without remembering the Branwell’s.

It was missing her friends and family that kept her human. Well, part human. Magnus had taught her how to hold onto the memories, how to keep her emotions from fading to nothing. On sad days, she remembers Jessamine’s sacrifice. Sometimes the nostalgia drives Tessa to visit Jessamine’s ghost and the dollhouse she would guard for eternity. On happy days, Tessa would remember Will’s smile, Jamie’s first steps, Lucie’s first laugh. The births of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren also brought a smile to her face. On days when Tessa didn’t know how to feel, she’d curl up in Jem’s arms, and they’d re-read Will’s favorite novels.

Jem’s arms were always open to her. He’d give her his soft smile and a mug of tea, and all her problems went away. When Jem bolted up in the middle of the night, wondering why he wasn’t in the Silent City, Tessa held him until he fell back asleep.

“My Tessa,” he’d kiss the top of her head gently.

“My Jem,” she’d run her fingers through his hair.

They liked to think Will was watching them, smiling down from heaven at his parabatai and wife finding love in each other again. Watching the love formed in the London Institute survive centuries and continents of war.

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I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

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I hope they’re having a nice life

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we absolutely are not and that unfinished fic haunts us to this day

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Reblog if that unfinished fic haunts you to this day

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It hurts.

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Writing Wednesday- ACOTAR

Cassian knew if Azriel threw Feyre off a mountain one more time, the Shadowsinger would find himself facing their High Lady’s wrath. Perhaps Cassian would get to see Feyre throw Azriel off a mountain. He laughed to himself, unsurprised when the High Lord of the Night Court appeared beside him. Rhys arched a brow.

“He does know throwing my mate off a mountain isn’t the only way to strengthen her wings, doesn’t he?”

Rhys folded his arms, looking on in amusement. Neither Illyrian could stop the grins spreading across their faces at the start of Feyre’s shouting. Nor could they stop their cackling at Feyre nearly singing one of their brother’s wings.

“I think he likes the challenge,” Cassian smiled. Centuries had past and the thrill of a fight was something the brothers still shared.

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Writing Wednesday- Star vs. the Forces of Evil

“I- Star, what is this place?” Moon cried, frantically looking around the crowded mall. “And where is your father?!”

“Mom, mom, calm down! This is a human mall,” Star said. “It’s where the people of earth go to stores and buy whatever they want. Ooh and there’s a food court where you can buy almost any kind of earth food!”

People were staring, but Star wasn’t sure if it was because she was waving her arms excitedly, or because the people of earth were still fascinated by Mewmans. Either way, she didn’t care. She was on a mission to get her mom new clothes.

[icanwriteinmydreams]

Writing Wednesday- Lore Olympus

Hades sighed, rubbing his forehead. The extra paperwork Zeus was causing him kept piling up. All he wanted to do was eat take out with Kore. Before he could plan what to order that night, his phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hades!” Kore yelled happily. He could hear the smile in her voice and couldn’t hide his own.

“Hello, Kore. Did you need anything? I’m almost finished at work.” The lie rolled off his tongue easily.

“I know you’re lying, but if you could bring home more flour ASAP that would be great.”

“And more wine!” He heard Hera yell in the background. “Oh shit! Fire! Fire!”

“I got it!” Hecate’s voice rang out.

“Kore?!” Hades panicked. “What is going on over there?”

“It’s all good,” she said. “Just some burnt food, no biggie. Remember the flour, alright? Bye!”

“Kore!”

He ran a hand over his face when she hung up. That goddess was going to be the death of him, but still he picked up flour before going home. When he arrived, he found Hera, Hecate, and Kore covered in flour in his kitchen. It was a disaster area of eggs, whisks, bowls, wine bottles, and plates stacked high with pancakes shaped like various flowers.

Hades picked up a tulip shaped pancake and saw Kore looking at him with her wide eyes waiting for his reaction.

“We have colored syrup for that,” was all she said.