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Nice to greet you, my name is Ashley and I create writing prompts for all! https://ko-fi.com/liesandbranches/commissions Tagging isn't necessary but please reblog if you use them.

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A little shift :)

✦ hey! if you’re new (or have been here for a while), welcome. this blog’s always been about writing—mostly OTPs, chaotic prompts, and dialogue—but i’m also working on a book and wanted to start sharing more of that here too 💬

it’s urban fantasy with reapers, grief, a secret school, and a boy who sees monsters. messy characters. weird mentor dynamics. you know the vibe.

No the prompts aren't going away, and you can still find them under #prompts! You can find my snippets under #wip excerpts, or #wrmb and me being coffee-addled goofy under #author rambles and other tags here.

Thanks for being here, seriously. this blog’s meant a lot to me, and i’m excited (and a little nervous tbh) to share something a bit closer to the heart.

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Imagine your Ot3

Character A: "Why are you staring at me like that?" Character B, dead serious: "You think you're better than me?" Character A: "...We're in a Panera."

Character B maintains eye contact while chugging an entire bowl of soup like it’s a frat hazing ritual: Character A deeply confused and a little impressed: Character C (in the distance): "Bro. Where's all the tomato soup?"

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me watching morally grey characters with emotionally unavailable tendencies: “i can fix him” also me, writing characters: “i can make him worse”

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Imagine your otp! :)

Character A (the quiet, shy one) accepts a drink just to take the edge off. Ten minutes later, they’ve somehow gone from nervously sipping through a straw to a full-on TED Talk about their oddly specific hyperfixation on cursed puppet theater.

Character B is sitting across from them, completely smitten.

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Finn walks like someone who knows he's being watched. Kai walks like someone who dares you to try. Guess which one causes more problems. (Hint: it’s both.)

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i was surprised to receive a notification from a blog called 'lies and branches' but when i saw the pfp and your background color, i instantly knew it was you! i check your prompts from time to time. good luck with your book and many more 🥂

Thank you for checking out my prompts ☺️ 💃I am shy but excited 🥳

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me, trying to write a heartfelt emotional scene at 3am:

"How much introspection, is too much introspection?"

"Is this funny ha ha or funny ow?"

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Imagine Your Otp - Situationship

Character A: I’m tired of you pretending like this didn’t exist. Like we weren’t something. Since when do you hang out with C?

Character B: When you made it pretty clear we weren’t.

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Imagine your otp :)

Character A: "C is a great guy. I mean that. He is. But I can’t f"

Character B: "You’re looking at me but you’re not really looking at me.

Character B: "Because If you were really looking at me you would see that I am in love with you. I am so in love with you that I cant breathe if you aren't near.

Character B: "And I just want you to think about it. You don't have to respond right now, just can you please see that I'm in love with you?"

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Rain tapped steadily against the sidewalk as Finn leaned against the wrought iron fence, tearing into a half-cold Bánh mì. Across the street, the sun ducked behind a line of buildings, casting deep orange light under thickening blue clouds. Storm season was coming. A sharp groan echoed from the alley beside his apartment complex, causing Finn to pause mid-bite. He slid his sunglasses up and squinted toward the noise. “Could be a raccoon,” he muttered. “Could be a mugger.” Either was plausible this close to the boardwalk. He shuddered at the thought of tourists straying this far. The flickering neon lights of Stacy’s Diner lit the alley in flashes of pink and green. Shadows stretched and twisted across the dumpsters as Finn walked over. The stench of warm rot was familiar—worse than usual. He lifted the lid with one hand. A kid—barely older than fifteen—was curled on his side, half-conscious. Sweat plastered dark curls to his forehead, and blood soaked through a battered sweatshirt stamped with ‘Piya STEM Academy.’ Finn frowned. “How does a smart kid like you end up like this?” The boy mumbled something unintelligible. Finn poked him lightly in the stomach. “Bullying?” No answer. The kid wasn’t blinking. His eyes were glassy, staring past Finn at something in the sky only he could see. Blood trickled from the lid onto his cheek, and he didn’t even flinch. “Yeah,” Finn muttered, fishing out his phone, “I’m calling an ambulance.”

From a WIP I’ve been working on—Finn meets Kai under less-than-ideal circumstances.

© 2025 Clinko | Original Work | Characters: Finn, Kai

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Cliffhanger - Imagine your otp

Character A: “Could you not do the whole ‘this is the end’ speech? I’m trying to focus on not falling.” Character B: “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your survival skills were Oscar-worthy. Should I also applaud your dangling technique?” Character A: “Laugh it up while I invent a new gravity-defying move called ‘not dying.'"

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I wrote a book for the queer kids who never saw themselves in the stories about heroes.

It’s for the ones who were too soft or too angry or too complicated to be someone’s chosen one. The ones who survived out of spite. The ones who built their own family from the ashes of what they lost.

There’s a reaper who doesn’t know how to grieve. A boy who ran away from home and never stopped running. A girl who loves too fiercely to say it out loud.

It’s messy. It’s haunted.

No one gets a clean arc. But they do get a chance.

If you’ve ever wanted a story where grief and queer identity are treated with tenderness instead of tragedy—where the people like us are allowed to be weird and broken and still worth loving—this might be for you.

Red meets blue is coming soon.

Reblogs mean the world. I’m just one person trying to get this story out there.

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First and Last Sentences, Fic Prompt

"For you, I would take actions unbeknownst to me, and have realizations of which were once thought of as inconceivable."

"Your love is a key that unlocks all doors."

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TROPETOBER

Person A, looking around: “What a cute little cat. I sure hope you aren’t some ferocious shapechanger.”

Person B, leaning over their shoulder: “Why yes, that would be quite troublesome. Ferocious indeed.”

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Imagine your Otp

Person A: I realized I'm okay being heartbroken if it means i get to love you.

Person B: You sound like a masochist.

Person A: Well, Are you into that?

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Reminder to everyone, I now have a ko-if ☺️ So if you want to hire me for commissions (I offer a pack of prompts for super cheap) or just want to support me, the link is available in my bio.

Thank you everyone for being here 🫰

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Hey dear! I really need your help with this!

trope: exes to lovers (they were once married, but they divorced because she couldn't cope with the loss of her parents).

She wakes up after they spent the night together (just sleeping), she can't believe they're together after so much time (she's the big spoon).

Then, she wants to prepare him breakfast (she's an excellent cook); he mumbles in his sleep, something like "Mmm, no, don't go. Stay… feels better when you're here."

Thank you so much!!

I think that’s a pretty good start 🫢 what good drama. Could be seen as fluff or angst.

Imagine your Otp

Person A: I have to go.

Person B: But you don’t. …Not if you don’t want to.

Person A: Okay. Okay, I’ll stay.