april/march/june 2026 update: i'm not dropping anything. i love everything i have going. i welcome anyone who wants to become a potential new long-term writing partner. but real life is a mess and activity is sparse.
this is a character development / asks / prompts / memes blog. nsfw will be present. 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞. 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 / 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙨 / 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙. my writing blog is a side-blog + you read about me here.
memes tags: general | sentence starters | ship-centered | nsfw | winter | summer | holidays | action prompts
hi. i'm elle and if you found this it probably means we already write together - or i followed you first because i have an interest in writing with you. on tumblr i keep my writing in a sideblog and i created this one for some occ chat (tagged elle.txt) and because answering prompts/askbox games/memes is one of my favorite things about building a world with my writing partners, but i write a lot on discord + don't like to clog my writing blogs with askbox memes.
when sending me things, i strongly encourage indulgence and being utterly shameless. if we write together, send as many things as you want whenever you want. even if the meme was reblogged a year ago, idc. i might pick and choose or take a while to reply, but i promise i'm down to clown.
where you can find me:
@okaymuse - you are here. for memes/prompts/ooc chat
@okaymused (sideblog) - for actual writing
@ellesinspohub (sideblog) - where i post character dev, character inspo, ship inspo, etc. mostly visuals. set it as a sideblog as to not clog the dashboard.
i've been thinking about "cringe" for some months now and i think, yeah we absolutely need to be more cringe. many times bring cringe just means…. enjoying things and having fun. like i clearly overthink and overanalyze and take characters seriously and i like realism etc etc, i also like and am allowed to like having fun and writing 'cringe' things at the same time. not everything needs to be realistic or logical or make sense plot-write (and you can still be true to the characters even when doing this). i don't want to pick between realism and cringe, i shamelessly want both.
⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.
You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.
I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.
You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.
Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.
I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.
You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.
Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.
I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.
You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.
Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.
I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.
Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.
I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.
You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.
The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.
Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.
I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.
I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.
Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.
You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.
I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.
You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.
Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.
I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.
You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.
I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.
You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.
I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.
Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.
Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.
I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.
You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.
I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.
You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.
The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.
I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.
You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.
I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.
Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.
You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.
This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.
You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.
I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.
There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.
You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.
I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.
I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.
[ TXT ] : go to bed before you confess something @ maria
drunk texts prompt (accepting)
--- @evcrlasting
the problem with her has never been talking - she doesn't struggle with casual conversation - but that when something matters too much or personally feels too large, she keeps it locked inside her head until it balloons out of proportion and becomes something that feels utterly impossible to approach.
and the problem with going to bed is that means time alone with her thoughts, which is dangerous enough as it is.
and lately any thoughts at all are mostly him. or them. or how she is with him, and how she could be.
so she never made it to bed.
she sat on the sofa then slid down until her shoulders were against one arm of it and one leg was bent awkwardly beneath the other. switching the tv on had been a bad idea. she'd done it because laying in the dark was starting to feel a little too pathetic, and maybe she'd find something distracting enough to take her mind off, well, everything.
instead, the glow of it was only making her feel sick.
she hasn't yet moved to switch it off.
[ TXT 12:47 AM ] : i can humiliate myself anytime the drinks just take off like 3 layers of supervision and then im like oh cool shame isnt working what if i just said every single thing in my head and ruined my whole evening
she stares at the words after they're send. when the tiny delivered mark pops up, her stomach drops in a very quick sudden panic.
[ TXT 12:48 AM ] i dont mean texting you is ruining my evening
[ TXT 12:48 AM ] that's not what i meant at all
[ TXT 12:48 AM ] it's probably been the best part of my day actually
[ TXT 12:48 AM ] even if im being pathetic about it
she drops the phone on her stomach. then moves it to her chest.
it feels uncomfortable, too heavy.
[ TXT 12:50 AM ] i am horizontal
[ TXT 12:50 AM ] overthinking
[ TXT 12:50 AM ] very aware that i miss you like wow i wish i had your face here and your voice and your hand and i wish you were here so i could act normal for maybe 60 seconds before fully failing at it
she holds the phone above her face until her arm gets tired. then she lets it rest on her stomach, both hands around it.
lifts it again.
checks the time, as if the time is what she wants to know because trying to trick herself seems to be a chronic hobby.
[ TXT 12:51 AM ] think about your hands more than is probably normal
[ TXT 12:52 AM ] you have very nice hands to be fair
[ TXT 12:54 AM ] i was trying to sound sweet and normal and then my brain went well since we're already being humiliatingly honest
the light from the tv suddenly becomes unbearable.
a half annoyed half uncomfortable sound leaves her as she leans and clumsily reaches for the remote, misses it and nearly pushes it off the coffee table, then turns the television off and lays back again.
now the light from phone becomes the brightest thing in the room.
it makes her feel oddly vulnerable.
[ TXT 12:59 AM ] im sorry i kind of want to delete all of these but that'd feel too dishonest. and if the tables were turned i would never want you to delete whatever you sent me
something she's been slowly realising when it comes to him (when it comes to them) is that maybe she wants whatever comes out of it, good or bad. anxious and mortified as it makes her feel, a part of her would rather deal with the consequences of saying or doing the thing than keep carrying it around inside her head, because at least that's the honest thing.
[ TXT 01:00 AM ] i also dont want to be a coward
[ TXT 01:00 AM ] i really really dont want to be a coward
[ TXT 01:00 AM ] especially not with you . even though i know i can be
she lets the phone slide down onto the cushion and covers her face with both hands.
if she didn't like him it'd be easier.
no - easier is very much the wrong word. it'd be comfortable. she'd get to stay fully inside the familiar limits of herself.
but she does like him, properly, really, in a way that makes certain things harder to ignore. the kind of genuine like that gives her the mortifying clarity of knowing certain things in her can't stay as they are. there's flaws she knows are hers, and there are others she picked up along the way because at some point they helped, or seemed to. some are impossible to separate from each other now, old instinct and bad habit and fear all tangled and twisted up. she knows this about herself in a general way, but liking and wanting someone the way she likes and wants him makes it all very specific.
and now she wants to be and do better, which is mortifying in its own way.
the fact that she does it poorly doesn't help.
and now she's thinking she should have made this playful and flirty. it'd have been easy. there's about ten different texts she could have sent back: ''like go to my bed or your bed…'', ''promise i stop talking the second you tuck me in'', ''that sounds sensible, very attractive'', ''what if the confession is mostly about where i'd rather be sleeping''.
they wouldn't have been lies because saying those thing is not unlike her persona, but they would have been deflections because they were not what she actually wanted to say.
she's been trying to be better at that too. so here they are.
[ TXT 01:03 AM ] i like you. a lot. like. just as you show up. as a person i mean. as you are.
[ TXT 01:05 AM ] im sorry.
no, wait wait, not that.
[ TXT 01:05 AM ] wait
[ TXT 01:05 AM ] not like that
[ TXT 01:05 AM ] im not sorry for liking you or wanting you oror that i want to talk to you
[ TXT 01:05 AM ] because im not, honest i'm not i don't know if that's selfish but im not
[ TXT 01:06 AM ] i think im sorry for how much i circle things and i keep telling myself i just need a better way to say them and then eventually it gets so tangled up in my head that it just sort of spills and then i realize halfway through that none of this sounds the way i wanted it to and then i make it your problem which i dont want to do because none of this is on you it's just me getting stuck in my own head for weeks and then my brain brutally suddenly deciding tonight is the night i become incapable of shutting up. sometimes i feel like a newborn horse who cant use its legs properly and is just making a disaster out of something that should be intrinsically basic
[ TXT 01:07 AM ] : god this is exactly what i mean
[ TXT 01:07 AM ] : i keep trying to find the right words and then i end up saying sixty wrong ones instead
she rests the phone against her sternum and swears she feels her heartbeat through the case even though logically that's impossible.
for a few seconds, she tries to make herself breathe like a normal person. in through the nose. out through the mouth. yes. very good. very normal. very regulated. very-
she reaches for the phone, chooses to re-read everything she has sent. bad call? she can't tell.
the length of it makes her want to get absorbed by the sofa and disappear from existence.
the content of it makes her feel a small sense of relief. mortifying, yes, but relief too.
[ TXT 01:10 AM ] : i like you
[ TXT 01:10 AM ] : i liked you before the drinks and ill like you tomorrow when i wake up and want to throw my phone into the ocean
he hadn't intended to look at his phone. it was on silent for a reason. well, more than one. the library demanded it, for one, and he had the habit of forgetting to turn the sound back on anyway.
but that's the thing about having someone you've grown particularly fond of: your phone buzzes, you ignore it because you're focused on other things, and then your brain says 'what if it's them?' and suddenly that's all you can think about, and not checking if it is them or isn't feels impossible.
he tried returning to the page in front of him. read the same line twice. then a third time, because he's nothing if not determined. retained none of it anyway.
he's not immune to this particular kind of silliness as everyone else, it seems.
he reads it twice because there is a very brief very stupid part of him that enjoys being the person her brain remembers. even in whatever kind of state she's in (a little drunk, or very drunk - probably the latter). especially like this, maybe.
[ hiromi ]: depends on the type of bush and on whether you’re still standing.
that was idiotic.
he puts the pen down. caps it.
uncaps it.
starts imagining her squinting down at the screen and feels a smile wanting to show itself.
caps it again.
[ hiromi ]: do you have company?
[ hiromi ]: apart from the brush.
the books in front of him are already being closed because he's smart enough not to trick himself into attempting to think he's going to be able to be productive after this.
no bc actually writing a couple going to couple's (sex) therapy has genuinely been one of the most fun things i've done in a while and the therapy exercises me and my writing partner found online have given us so many threads and mini plots we'd never written otherwise.
writing characters watching a p*rno and the whole thing derailing because there was food delivery involved in the p*rno and my writing partner wrote their character basically going 'tbh i'd be fucking but thinking about the pizza the whole time and by the time it's over the pizza would be cold so that would not be enjoyable :(' ... it was an absolute unexpected delight of a thread.
god i love writing couples and 'boring' scenes so bad this shit fuels me.
the most important thing about writing a ship is that you need to know their flaws and blind-spots and shortcoming and points of friction and i'm not talking 'they never put the laundry away' i'm talking they need to be actually ugly complicated things because that's the only way you can tell if the characters would actually want each other like it's genuinely so sexy and romantic and a big flex to me to write characters clashing over blind spots and miscommunication and realising the way they do things is not good long-run and and watching them make the decision to grow and evolve as individuals and as a couple.
'i know how you like your coffee' is cute but 'i know why you do x behavior and we've talked about it but now it's time to do the work which doesn't sound sexy' is actually peak sexy romance.
when people don't give scars (or, depending, chronic injuries/pain) to characters who are very physically active/have fought or fight a lot ...... lame. cowardly. very lame and cowardly.
no t trying to be weird but how come every other thing you talk about is parenting related . whats the deal with that ?
this is like. weeks late lmao my bad. anyway i'll assume this was asked in good faith so i'll give a proper answer.
i’ve just always been like this. it's not a self-insert things (i don't want any of this near me irl) but i've always been drawn to families and parenthood in media/writing. like, i was seventeen and writing a 50/60smth year old prosecutor dad of five. i loved seeing how his actions and behavior directly or indirectly impacted his children (positively and negatively). i loved how he was his own fully fleshed out person with his own story and personality outside fatherhood. i loved writing the moments where those parts of him overlapped and collided.
idk i just firmly reject that idea that parenthood makes characters 'less' - less badass, less interesting, etc. characters are a whole person before they have children. this is what i love exploring. how one can evolve but doesn't automatically change. characters are still themselves with all their qualities and flaws and weaknesses and personal ambitions and strengths and traumas etc - they're just also a parent.
i just think it's a genuinely cool and interesting thing to 1) explore how parenthood challenges and reshapes characters (and the couple's dynamic) without erasing who they already were before they became parents, and 2) take two characters you know intimately and building their child from infancy into adulthood. there's so much room for... everything, ig. cuteness, angst, growth, fun moments, characters being forced to face parts of themselves they otherwise wouldn't, curveballs.... the list is endless.
also, teenagers can be such a wildcard and i love talking about my ships with their teenage kids in specific. the 'sometimes you just have to read your parent's/child's text' trend on tiktok has sprung up many hcs.
it's fascinating to me how fandom massively idealizes nanami into this endlessly patient and emotionally available best bf ever who'd spoil you endlessly and read your mind when canonically he’s a very compartmentalized, self-contained, not self-expressive, anti-capitalistic man who makes himself distance himself from emotional chaos because he's already privately deeply struggling with the weight of his own (often unseen or not taken seriously enough) heavy disillusionment / exhaustion / inner mess (not to mention the potential ptsd and drinking problem)
talking about being a stay at home wife who gets materialistically spoiled every day when it comes to man who hates capitalism and wants to retire (this last one is complex imo i dont think he truly wants to retire actually but lets roll with it and not go on a tangent) and lowkey probably has some level of depression sure is an interesting way to approach things but what do i know
i want to be more active. i miss going over memes/prompts with my writing partners not writing anything but just getting inspo and imagining scenarios where the characters would say whatever is in the prompt, i miss head canon and character development yapping hours. i miss messing around on pinterest. i miss writing. i want to do things. but i'm also exhausted, mentally and physically (diagnosed). i can barely take care of myself and work keep demanding more of me and i've been completely MIA both irl and online for two months now and i hate it.
i lowkey worry a lot that people think that because i'm not doing usual yapping or going on a spree where i pin fifty things in our pinterest boards i've lost interest in things but i promise it's the very opposite, i'm so long-term about my plots and characters.
i just have no breathing room at the moment, even to do things i like and engage with my hobbies. all my energy is going into keeping myself afloat.
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me.
➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse.
➔ it's not that bad.
➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn.
➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me.
➔ i told you not to do that! now look!
➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead!
➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake.
➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise.
➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding.
➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch!
➔ there's so much blood.
➔ next time you want to play here , just don't.
➔ stop fighting me and let me help!
➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous.
➔ you could have died , what were you thinking?
➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off.
➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point.
➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured.
[ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound.
[ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure.
[ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands.
[ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding.
[ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt).
[ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building.
[ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help.
[ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
[ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes.
[ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face.
[ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury.
[ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
