u are all forbidden to reblog the hell prompt anymore unless u also reblog something else i’ve posted. this is the law now.
cherry valley forever
todays bird
we're not kids anymore.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Stranger Things

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shark vs the universe
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styofa doing anything

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Keni
trying on a metaphor
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Jules of Nature

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u are all forbidden to reblog the hell prompt anymore unless u also reblog something else i’ve posted. this is the law now.
grizzled mercenaries are always being like "I'm sick and tired of being a pawn in someone elses game" like their job isn't literally rent-a-pawn
"I hate being a pawn in someone elses game" yeah sure thing grandpa, I'll give you $50 if you move to D4
good game good game good game (high fives all of you on the way out)
nothing visible, nothing broken
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
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They didn't fly out of Boston Logan International Airport; instead, Winn was shoved into the backseat of a car, Rembrandt still upsettingly close, and they drove a couple of hours. Winn had expected a private jet - still a miserable prospect - but instead they pulled into a small regional airport. As Jonas parked, Rembrandt hooked a medical face mask around Winn's ears, covering his nose and mouth to hide the tape gag, and tugged his sweater hood over his scruffy blond hair. They hadn't let him put on socks before leaving his flat, and Winn had to make sure he didn't trip over his untied shoes as Rembrandt dragged him out of the car. The knife wound in his leg had been bandaged over and Winn wore a different pair of jeans, loose enough to hide the bump of gauze, but his limp was still very visible, and very painful.
masterpost? UNFINISHED
superpowerverse
thieves, villains, and heroes
winn: practice with polaris // lair // omega device | pt. 2 | end of omega // duke //
winn & kawai: carjacking (omega device) | pt. 2 | pt. 3
winn & rembrandt: duct tape (pt. 1) // gun safety // whatever you want // you can't kill me // one reason not to hurt you
rembrandt: good job, kid
mercury independent
eli & kawai: grace // enter siope | pt. 2 // cowboy kay
eli & sam: sam the knife // vs the dsa | pt. 2
eli, kawai, & sam: mi needs a healer | pt. 2
eli & winn: babysitting duty | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 // bomb
eli & diamonique: loose morals //
eli: library police // would you rather
kawai & sam: just heal yourself | pt. 2
kawai: starry night // puppy bribes //
sam: regrow a hand //
javed: home front // jacket // child soldier
misc: "american" // robutts // office party // crush // off the record // no heroes // hey mickey // poor woman // MMOs //
november red
rhiotnloula: bite | pt. 2 | addendum (eli)
misc: fear of snakes // memery
misc
mi vs. novred: eye contact | pt. 2 //
lariat: retirement
javier & eli: mistakes
javier: coyotl eztli // jurisdiction //
ythea
talzee & tarquin: fireworks and candy canes
tarquin: sandwiches
tarquin & keo: coercion // coercion end //
maluko'oi: mothers // skiff //
mal & keo: dangerous ones //
keo & sheisha: cathedral heist | pt. 2
keo & tarquin: judge and jury | pt. 2 //
medieval fantasy
banner & co: details of your incompetence // POW | pt. 2 // we march, we march | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | fodder for the earth (written by @kclenhartnovels) // sister //
mafvin: what is it good for? pt. 1
mafvin & dayehmon: bandit hole
okatai: twenty-four hours to run (prophecy) // riokhai
misc
arvio: watch the world end // awakening | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | pt. 6
au!banner & talzee
Winn woke up with a weight on his chest and a hand over his mouth.
Sleep paralysis wasn't a stranger; Winn had been plagued with night terrors for a decade. But no sleep demons his insomnia-riddled mind could conjure up made his blood run cold with terror the same way it did now.
"Good evening, Mr. Yale," said Michael Rembrandt, straddling Winn on the couch as he plastered a strip of tape across Winn's mouth.
Hello! Is there a masterlist for the Winn & Rembrandt story? Sorry I can’t find it!
hey, no worries!
unfortunately, there isn't really one :') i am extremely disorganized, and on top of that, there isn't really much of a coherent plotline for winn&remy. it's mostly just scenes and sometimes longer pieces that i divide up for edibility. they aren't necessarily always connected and there are, unfortunately, some unfinished arcs in here somewhere :x
you can check out the #winn and the #rembrandt tags on here for most of what I've written for them! but I know that tumblr's system is low-key garbage. when I get home from work, i'll try to see if i can make up a list for everyone interested, tho!
for the future, i'll be posting anything i've written over at @rrrawrf-rewrites. that'll include the next parts for the one I've just begun, too! I started that blog in an attempt to get things more organized but uh then I ghosted for two years, sooooo
anyway YOU don't need to be sorry, *I* need to be sorry lol. I am so so flattered that you want to read more about them, too 💜💜💜💜💜💜
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol* moon’s stuck in a time loop. do you have extra ammo? this won’t be enough. nasa employee: enough for…what? astronaut: *finding extra clip of ammo, pocketing it, and getting back on the rocket-ship* don’t worry about it!
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *emerging from supply closet with a space harpoon, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: what? nasa employee: how did you know what i was going to say? astronaut: *punching in key pad code for base evacuation signal, getting back on the rocket-ship* i told you…moon’s stuck in a time loop. *red warning lights begin flashing*
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *rifling thru bookshelf of operating instructions, selecting one that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.
nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. hey, do you have anything to eat? i’m starving. *opens random drawer, finds nothing, closes it* nasa employee: a time loo- uh, we don’t have food in here…we can’t…eat in the control room, only the break-room. astronaut: *sighs* nasa employee:…my lunch is in like 10 minutes, though, and if my lunch is actually STILL THERE and not STOLEN, AGAIN, i can share it with yo- astronaut: nah, that’s ok…no time. *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* or…too much time. but thanks, anyway. OK, bye! *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: you’re…welcome? wait, a TIME LOOP?!
happy new year!
with the new year, i'm launching my new blog! if you have followed me over at @rrrawrf-writes, please follow me here at @rrrawrf-rewrites instead, as i will no longer be posting to that blog!
check out this post for more information!
i hope 2023 does not end me or you!
happy new year!
with the new year, i'm launching my new blog! if you have followed me over at @rrrawrf-writes, please follow me here at @rrrawrf-rewrites instead, as i will no longer be posting to that blog!
check out this post for more information!
i hope 2023 does not end me or you!
happy new year!
with the new year, i'm launching my new blog! if you have followed me over at @rrrawrf-writes, please follow me here at @rrrawrf-rewrites instead, as i will no longer be posting to that blog!
check out this post for more information!
i hope 2023 does not end me or you!
happy new year!
with the new year, i'm launching my new blog! if you have followed me over at @rrrawrf-writes, please follow me here at @rrrawrf-rewrites instead, as i will no longer be posting to that blog!
check out this post for more information!
i hope 2023 does not end me or you!
happy new year!
with the new year, i'm launching my new blog! if you have followed me over at @rrrawrf-writes, please follow me here at @rrrawrf-rewrites instead, as i will no longer be posting to that blog!
check out this post for more information!
i hope 2023 does not end me or you!
Prompt #3315
“Did you really tie me to a wheelie chair?”
“Uh, yeah? So I can drag you around my lair.” The villain squinted at them. “You got a problem with that?”
The hero immediately began to scoot away as fast as they possibly could. “Nope,” they called over their shoulder, “no problem at all!”
i. my brother calls for the 3rd time today. nobody i know has been sleeping well. we are all worried about prion disease. he and i discuss the book we've been reading. when we were kids, he and i used to spend hours playing video games - but i can't do that anymore. it gives me anxiety.
ii. so i make a joke that god accidentally siphoned me into a slurpie. he spat me back out onto the pavement, so i could glisten under the sun in a pink froth. something about a life ruined next to an oil slick. i think if you were born in the 90's you deserve financial compensation. other kids don't understand: it really was a different world we grew up in.
iii. i am ever-more convinced that when you raise children on an endless supply of the apocalypse, the only next step for them is to turn and swallow the sun.
vi. i think there is a way to be brave like a rabid dog. i think there is a way to be brave like shark teeth. like gun-goes-off. i think there is a way to take the mistake and shove it into a gift box and say - it's mine, so it's home. and if it's not home, fine. i'll make it something.
v. okay. okay. stand up for a second. no, i haven't slept either. we're not gonna get any sleep tonight neither.
vi. don't you get it? he calls me and talks about the book because we read books together instead now. don't you get it? i wanted to be a spilled drink so i could be sweet & messy. don't you get it? i am going to coat the throat of every person who is singing. i am going to rush out over this world like lighting. i am here because of the things that could-not-kill me, because of the things i wouldn't let touch me.
vii. don't you get it? jack london says i'd rather be ashes than dust. i am sinking my teeth into a life like a fire. no one from this generation is doing fine. but we are here and it's sometimes half-hearted but. i think love made a jump somewhere in there and twisted her ankle and since then we're all just-about-to-get-up. since then we've been dragging our run.
viii. so get up. be alive like a coke can bursting. be alive like a cracked sundial. like sword on the back. be alive like the multitudes you contain are all talking, are all humming, are about to start unionizing. be alive in the way your parents would hate, alive like a bruise. alive like a stain.
ix. where there isn't a bed, find rest anyway. where there isn't time to be okay, do well-enough. god left you as a spaghetti noodle on the other side of wasteland. all raw-skin and panting. you had to go out and hunt down peace until you could clasp it in your bare hands, shiny and buzzing. you made good and kind out of your own temperance and bone. you shaped it from red mud and the heads of barbie dolls. you found a way through the gristle. you found a way home.
x. little grinch child, scarab beetle, precious thing. tell the always-ending world: that which you give me. i keep surviving.
Answers to "it hurts"
I know (apologetically)
I know (condescendingly)
It's supposed to
Good
I'm sorry
It'll be over soon
Stop whining
And it'll get worse if you don't *insert threat*
Well it wouldn't have to if you didn't *insert mistake*
You're supposed to say 'thank you'
I love hearing you say that
This is nothing, I'll show you actual pain
Get used to it
You'll get used to it
Stop lying
At least you still feel it
Shut up
Why don't you beg me to stop, then?
Can't be that bad if you're still talking
I don't care
Did I ask?
It's the only way you'll learn
You can take it
if I may add..
This will make you better
Interesting, that is unusual for your species..
It’s only going to be worse from here
You’re saving someone’s life
It’s the only way we can convince them…
Your victims had it much worse
You’ve had it much worse
On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being very little and 10 being unbearable?
I can make it stop, but you’ll still be conscious
It hurts me more than it hurts you, I promise
as a mexican i can’t help but laugh at how wrong some americans writing mexican characters get the way our name system works so lemme explain so you can get it right!
so most mexicans (remarking MOST because i do mean 99% of us) have TWO last names that come from our parents. it’s basically like this:
name / paternal last name (dad’s first last name) / maternal last name (mum’s first last name).
the first last name is ALWAYS the paternal last name, it always comes from the dad side of the family. there are some exceptions though. in 3 states of the country it’s already legal to put the maternal last name first but it’s very rare and usually only in special cases, like when the father is absent for example.
there are also cases where the person has only one last name but this is not only extremely rare but it can cause a lot of hardships with legal documentation like school, banks, etc. this can happen for some reasons:
1- they’re the child of a single parent (however, to avoid the difficulties that come with having one single last name some end up being registered with the same last names as the parent, but inverted)
2- they were registered in another country where they only have one last name (for example USA, a friend of mine was registered there and for that reason they only have one last name in their documents)
it’s important to mention that unlike american last names, the two last names are not separated by “-” they’re only separated by a space.
the last names are not necessarily one word, some have two or three. for example last names like “de la rosa” or “del olmo”
also, there’s no such thing as married name here. women don’t change their last names nor mix them with their husbands last names.
as i am aware, last names tend to work like this in all latin america but many specific details may be different depending on the country and i am not that well informed.
either way, i hope this helps anyone who’s developing a mexican character!