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The most delusional thing a writer does is open a document, read the last paragraph, decide it's fine, decide it's not fine, rewrite it worse, undo the rewrite, decide the original was fine actually, and then close the laptop and tell themselves they worked today. I worked today.
The most delusional thing a writer does is open a document, read the last paragraph, decide it's fine, decide it's not fine, rewrite it worse, undo the rewrite, decide the original was fine actually, and then close the laptop and tell themselves they worked today. I worked today.
(Yuu sent back from the future but she’s late in her 3rd trimester, while young yuu was sent to the future in her place. She won’t say who her husband is or anything but she curses him out every other hour, knowing he must be taking his sweet time getting her back.
Meanwhile Crowley is once again also taking his sweet time, and now everyone’s unsure how to act around this version of their friend or what questions are okay to ask)
Yuu: I swear to god if I have to give birth here then I’m going to kill him.
Deuce: A-and by him you mean…your husband?
Yuu: No I mean your birdbrain Headmaster but yeah him too.
Jack: Please don’t.
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If you are stuck, do not sit and think harder. Change the point of view. Rewrite the scene from the other character's perspective, just for yourself, just to see.
You will immediately find out what the scene is actually about because the other person always knows something your protagonist doesn't. You don't have to use it. You probably won't use it. But you will never be stuck in the same place after you've seen the room from the other side of it.
If you're a new writer and you're asking yourself "is this too personal, is this too much, will people think this is weird" that feeling is the exact location of your actual voice. The stuff that makes you want to close the laptop is the stuff nobody else could write. The safe version is always worse. Always. I have never once read something and thought "this would have been better if it was a little less honest." go further. It's always go further.
Your angst has on how relationships with like the entirety of the Twst cast wouldn't work gave me an idea!!
(this is all bittersweet as the reader is thriving but dude is slowly going insane after not taking his chance)
After being rejected by whoever yuu thought would go out of there way to be with because it was obvious they had feelings for one another, we obviously have like a period of sadness and emptiness but with grim, & probably crewels help they eventually get over it and start exploring their passions and feeling better than ever.
Years pass and he realizes that it wasn't worth it to not try and make it work, so he spends a good chunk of his life yearning for yuu. Only for him to bump into yuu at foothill town, he's excited but anxious to see yuu, only to be told by that yuu theyre already engaged to someone else and is leaving happily with a dream career forever closing the doors of love,(they haven't been open for years but he delusionally thought so) leaving him in the same place yuu was back in their nrc days.
This can fit any character you like!!
Feel free to ignore and remember to drink waterr
me b/c my anon said drink water:
I OVE THIS ASK THOUGH AJFVjhwsgjhgakgsf,kgw
at first I thought about Jamil but upon further thought I like making problems so Malleus will be the subject of this ask bc why not
I recognize that malleus would not care what anyone said and he would just marry Yuu anyways (I mean bro literally crashed out bc some of his favorite people were going to and maybe leaving) but I like trauma so we're gonna ignore that
also I Wish You Would my Taylor Swift started playing as I wrote this and I- PERFECT TIMING???? I'm sobbing
I hope this is up to your standards, I'm not gonna lie it's been a HOT minute since I wrote an actual oneshot-type thing and not just "no but like imagine this" type post
also also I'm sorry I changed the plot a bit from what specifically you asked for 😭 imma be so real I didn't even realize 'til I was already done writing 😭😭😭
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drew for Crowley's card while writing this. didn't get it. I blame Malleus.
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TW! for angst (hurt no comfort muahahhahaha), mentions of panic, unrequited love, pining?? idk
Reader is Yuu
the post the Anon is referring to is this post
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In a moment of desperation, you had told Malleus how you felt. At the time, it seemed like the right idea. He had essentially been courting you for months, you liked him back, and you wouldn't have a chance to tell him after he left for his internships. When you blurted it out, he'd looked surprised, pleasantly so, and had accepted your admission as a reciprocation of his courtship. Everything was great. Yuu were relieved. Malleus was overjoyed.
Until he went back to Diasomnia.
Upon telling Lilia, he was met with anything but the warm congratulations and countless questions he expected. Instead, Lilia had stared at him, smiling painfully, trying to formulate what he needed to say. And what the old bat brought up threw all of Malleus' joy off of a cliff into a flaming volcano. Because, for all the problems that Malleus had considered, at had somehow never once crossed his mind that the Elders may not allow this courtship.'
You sat in bed at Ramshackle that night, cuddling Grim contentedly, when the thunder started. The sky clouded and the little bit of moonlight lighting your room was eradicated. Instead, green flashes permeated every now and again, the strikes growing closer together and the heavy rain pouring denser as the night went on.
Malleus had gotten no sleep. The whole night, he was just stuck contemplating the true intricacies of your relationship, as Lilia had recommended, and gotten more and more upset. When morning came, he did not greet his dorm mates. As soon as the sun was supposed to come out (and he was sure it had, above his clouds), he deemed it late enough in the morning to make the trip to Ramshackle.
You awoke to heavy knocking, rolling surprised out of bed. Grim grumbled, but you went on anyways, yawning and assuming Ace or Deuce or someone needed you. So when you opened the door to see Malleus, your eyes widened.
"Wha- Malleus?? What are you-" He brushed past you, cutting you off.
"I won't stay for long, ch- Yuu." His tone was curt and you knew something was wrong.
"What is it? Is there a problem? Do you need help?" You asked, choosing to ignore the panic welling in your stomach at his tone and the fact that he had used your name.
"We cannot court."
You blinked.
"What?"
"We cannot court," He repeated, brow furrowing. "I cannot court you. You cannot marry me. You are not suited to be my spouse."
Okay, harsh. You inhaled sharply, both offended and struggling to stamp out your panic.
"Okay, what? I never- why am I not- me??" Your questions jumbled together, and he sighed. Why did he seem so annoyed? Wasn't he happy about your relationship yesterday??
"We are not courting. Please forget your feelings for me. Good day, Prefect."
And just like that, he was gone. You stared at the door separating you from your favorite person. Your relationship hadn't even lasted 24 hours. And according to him, you were the problem.
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Malleus did not attend his classes that day, not that anyone noticed. You struggled through yours, blaming all of your sluggish behavior on fatigue, since no one even knew about your 8-hour relationship. Malleus thought he had explained everything well enough. Truthfully, he had struggled against breaking down the entire time he was forced to tell you that you could not love him.
"Please forget your feelings for me." That sentence had almost shattered him. He'd asked you to forget yours because he knew he could never forget his feelings for you.
And ever since that day, he had not. Even after leaving NRC, he continued to dream the softest and most domestic dreams of the two of you. Dreams of shared laughter, dreams of royal life, families, and all the things he could not have with you. These dreams were beautiful, warm, and gave him the greatest joy he had felt since the day you had accepted his courtship.
And yet, every morning this joy was ripped from him. He always awoke alone, to a day of endless tasks and royal duties he had learned very quickly to loathe.
Today he had a diplomatic excursion to NRC- something he had agreed to mindlessly, Crowley having begged asked him to visit his alma mater so as to promote interest in a new course available for students.
What he hadn't considered, however, was that a certain magicless former prefect (and, technically, his ex) was probably still living on Sage's Island. In fact, he had even remotely considered that possibility until he was face to face with said Prefect- now the school nurse.
You.
His body froze up, gaze locked on you from across the room as Crowley mindlessly chattered greetings to him and his retainers- Sebek and Silver ever present for their liege. Nothing else mattered. All he wanted was to leave everything else, scoop you up, and tell you what a fool he'd been to ever listen to the prejudice Fae who thought a human didn't['t deserve to be his royal consort. He so very desperately wanted to beg your forgiveness, to confess that he'd never stopped loving you, that no matter what anyone thought, he didn't care anymore. He was the king, and he was ready to use that as excuse for anything you needed.
But he hesitated a second. A crucial second, one that would've been his downfall. Why? Because of the glint on your left hand. The metallic shimmer of commitment on your left ring finger. Commitment he couldn't muster for you before, given freely by another. The carefully kept sign of belonging, matched by an expression of joy and peace that he instinctively knew would never be from him. Not again.
The sudden thunderstorm caught everyone by surprise, and only Sebek and Silver realized Malleus was now gone. They held their tongues and exited the room quietly, letting the confusion of the weather change distract everyone. Everyone but you.
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Malleus did not return to Sage's Island again.
Poor MalMal
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Not entirely sure how to word this, but I’ve always loved the entire concept of Ghosts as a way to justify a revive/respawn mechanic.
In pretty much every game I’ve ever played that has a revive/respawn mechanic, it’s never explained as to how it works. Which isn’t really that big of a deal to me; it’s a game mechanic that allows you to keep playing the game, case closed.
And then you have Destiny. Get gunned down by a Cabal turret? Your Ghost will have you up in a hot second. Did another Guardian fire a rocket a bit to close to themselves? Go interact with their Ghost to rez them. Did you finally kill that bastard camping an ammo spawn in Trials? Better make sure their teammates can’t get to their Ghost, or they’ll be back up doming you from halfway across the map in seconds.
Except your Ghost is more than just a flying respawn machine. He can hack stuff, mark things on your tracker/radar thingy, oh and he’s an entire character with a personality who reflects the personality of your Guardian, who barely speaks.
The nonverbal communication and interactions in cutscenes between the two are fuckin immaculate. The way Ghost tilts the parts of his shell to express emotions - annoyance, shock, excitement, curiosity… and your Guardian reacts to him usually with a glance or a look, like… idk they just kinda get each other.
But while he is your Ghost, he’s not YOUR Ghost. By which I mean, Ghost is his own, independent character. He’s not a reflection of you or anyone else, and that’s made clear when his opinions and thoughts don’t align with the actions of you as the Guardian. In a lore thing from Forsaken I believe? there is a list of things he wishes he could say to you. One of those things is how he sees that you’re going on a rampage through the Tangled Shore, and justified by the death of Cayde-6 as it may be, he doesn’t like it; it scares him. But he still loves you - that’s also on the list, and even during Beyond Light we see this when he continues to stay by our side even as we start wielding the Darkness in the form of Stasis.
That’s not to say he can’t be vengeful himself. In the lead up to the final boss battle with Savathun during the Witch Queen campaign, Savathun taunts you and your Ghost. This isn’t anything new - bosses taunt you before and during boss fights all the time in Destiny campaigns - and usually you react by wiping the floor with them, without a word in response. Except this time, Ghost is PISSED, essentially says “how fucking dare you, you killed my friends”, lists a bunch of shit the Hive have done to humanity (most of which you personally have been affected by as a combatant against the Hive), and ends off by telling her that he would rather die than serve the Hive.
Speaking of the Witch Queen, we also get to see that Ghost isn’t perfect; he absolutely despises other Ghosts who joined the Hive, and makes that abundantly clear. He’s also extremely suspicious of Fynch, the Hive Ghost who helps you out in the Throne World. Ghost is kind of an ass to Fynch, because to him, the Ghosts who joined the Hive under Savathun betrayed the Traveller and humanity. But when he realizes that most of the Hive Ghosts like Fynch were coerced into helping the Hive in their search for their Guardians, he outright APOLOGIZES to Fynch. It’s actually a pretty cool moment in the story, and it shows like… yeah, he’s capable of making mistakes, but he’s also capable of at least trying to fix them.
Also he was really funny that one time when the Drifter didn’t show up to run tactical for you in Beyond Light, so he did an impression of him instead lmao
Do Not Go Gentle:
a collaborative comic for the light, dark, and against the end of all things
Someone asked if writing is lonely and i had to think about it for a really long time. technically yes. you are alone in a room with made-up people and a document and a coffee that went cold an hour ago. but also there are like six characters in there with you and they all have opinions and one of them is being difficult and you're negotiating with someone who doesn't exist about a plot point that affects no one. lonely is not the word i would use. crowded, actually. it is very crowded in here.
Happy Pride Month! Here’s an old fic about genderfluid Yuu (though the only pronouns used in this fic are they/them) This isn’t one of my greatest fics, but I wanted to put out something with genderfluid representation this month
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Jewelry is important in Briar Valley, especially to its royal family. Being dragon fae, one of the most sacred gifts they can give is things from their hoard. This typically manifests itself in the gift of jewelry because gifting straight up jewels and gold doesn’t go over as well these days even among other fae.
Different gems have different meanings, but the two most important ones are emeralds and amethysts. Being the colors of the royal family, they symbolize the desire to court and wed respectively. Malleus knows this tradition very well. Yuu however does not, and this of course leads to shenanigans.
Yuu is fond of jewelry, particularly when it is fancy jewelry. Malleus often compared them to a corvid even before coining their nickname, Stormcrow. And of course Malleus being a dragon fae loves jewelry as well. This shared love of shiny things causes instincts to bubble inside of our dear dragon. Mainly the need to adorn his chosen mate in jewels. The problem is that they are not dating, let alone mates.
So when Yuu and him are wandering around Silk City, mostly looking at market stalls with books and antiques, he is caught off guard when they begin examining some cuff bracelets. They’re thinner than the cuffs the two of them received with their outfits from Kalim, and they’re also silver instead of a light gold. There are three different bracelets, each with slightly different engravings and different gems as details.
The first one had a swirling pattern and amethysts embedded throughout the band. The second appeared more like a starry night sky with blue sapphires in the center of the star engravings. While the third seemed to be inspired by the jasmine flowers that were so popular in the city with emeralds dispersed throughout the finely carved foliage.
“Are you interested in the bracelets, Stormcrow?”Malleus asks, despite the answer being obvious.
Yuu sighs,”Yeah, but there’s no way I can afford even one of them. They’re pure silver and have real gems.”
“May I ask why these in particular interest you? I’ve seen you wear plenty of jewelry, but not many bracelets.”
“Well you know how I’m genderfluid right?”
Malleus nods.
“I used to wear beaded bracelets that my friend made me to indicate my pronouns for the day. I didn’t do it too often though because plastic beads don’t really go with my aesthetic even if I appreciated the gesture. I thought these would work well for that job, but like I said they’re too expensive.”Yuu explains as they walk away from the stall, expecting Malleus to follow them.
However, Malleus is too engaged with fighting his instincts to buy and gift the bracelets to his not yet mate. It would after all be a good courting gift as one of the bracelets has emeralds. The sapphires also are fitting as they represent intelligence, a trait he admires in Yuu. And of course the amethysts are technically a proposal, but they could just be meant as a promise of a proposal in the future.
For once, his instincts make an argument Malleus doesn’t disagree with and he throws more than enough money at the stall owner for the set.
Unfortunately, immediately after purchasing them he begins fretting over how the hell to give the gift to Yuu. I mean he can’t just walk up to them and hand them over, it’s a courting gift.
As he’s stewing in his thoughts outside of the stall, Yuu has returned after realizing that Malleus did not follow them further into the market. They let out an audible sigh of relief when they see that Malleus has not moved.
“Tsunotaro, what are you still doing here?”they ask, somewhat annoyed at almost losing track of him again.
Malleus stares at Yuu and eventually just pushes the box with the three bracelets inside into their hands. He internally curses his awkwardness, but hopes Yuu won’t mind.
Yuu blinks at him before opening the box. They immediately soften when they see the three bracelets,”Oh Malleus, you really didn’t have to buy me these.”
Malleus finally finds his voice,”I wanted to though. You’re important to me and your gender expression is important to you, so I want you to be able to express that in the way you want.”
Yuu actually tears up a bit at that,”Thank you Malleus, really."They put the lid back on the box and pull the dragon fae into a hug.
Malleus is on such a high after the successful interaction that it takes him until he’s back at NRC to remember that Yuu doesn’t know fae courting methods.
He promises himself that he’ll tell them eventually, but in the meantime he’ll just enjoy the sight of his glittering gift on his future mate’s wrist.
𝒩𝐸𝒞𝑇𝒜𝑅.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. adrian ‘ alucard ’ țepeș!
CONTAINS ⨾ ( 2.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x vampire!fem!reader ( black coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century ( late 1400s ), established relationship, soft-dom!alucard, nasty rawww freaky ass vampire sex, missionary, blood-letting, blood drinking, size difference, use of pet names ( e.g. love, darling, iubire, etc. ), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ requested by the lovely @rsv3n! thank you for the splendid idea <3 i think lulu would be veryyy open to a blood-sharing ritual! actually he’s a little too excited, lol >.< he’d love teasing you with that thick, red sweetness, swapping the liquid between your tongues as he fucks you nice 'n deep mmm . . that’s as intimate as can be, and he wants to be irrevocably close to you . plsss hubby is just so in love <3 please enjoy this little blood-stained drabble, and thank you for reading! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) drunk in love, beyoncé ⨾ candy, cameo ⨾ a little death, the neighborhood ⨾ whatever you want, tony! toni! toné! ⨾ join me in death, HIM ⨾ blur, the marias
dhampir blood is cloying, to put it best. sticky, syrupy, and far more potent than any mortal vein. your husband had been kind enough to let you drink in that confirmation just hours ago.
castlevania’s ancient stone held the chill of a thousand transylvanian winters, but within alucard’s grand bedroom suite, the air was just about thick enough to tangibly cut through. on the floor lay a forgotten graveyard of finery — stiff silk corsets and a froth of ruffled lace embroidery cast aside in the height of your lustful fever.
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
We're having a Jazzy July here at the Prompt Foundry in 2026!
Sit down at the bar or the piano, grab a drink or a dance partner, and let the music move you!
Feel free to combine different days’ prompts with each other, or combine them with other events, like last year's Dancing In December for a little music-and-dance double feature, or Aug-UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) from 2024 to really plus up the sensual potential. Draw, paint, sculpt, sing, write fiction, write poetry, write academic analysis—use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, your own experiences, whatever tickles your fancy.
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The thing about a good character flaw is that it has to be the same thing as their greatest strength just turned up too high. the person who loves deeply and therefore controls. the person who sees everything and therefore trusts nothing. the person who is so loyal they lose themselves. there are no clean villains and no clean heroes and once you understand that in fiction you can't unsee it in people. everyone is just their best quality at the wrong volume.
