#cliche writing

[the-walrus-squad]

Scene from a banal dystopian YA novel:

A vending machine from Healthier4UVending, covered in photos of fresh fruit and vegetables with the slogan “the choice to eat healthy.” It is stocked with junk food and energy drinks.

[ellevue]

Prompt: Write About a Greek God or Goddess

Prompt: Write About a Greek God or Goddess

Brainstorming ideas:

1. Pick a God or Goddess

For example:

Hades: Olympian God of the Underworld

Hera: Olympian Queen of the Gods, Goddess of Marriage & Birth

Athena: Olympian Goddess of Wisdom & War

2. What powers do they hold?

Hades: Has the ability to become invisible.

Hera: Can bless or curse a marriage.

Athena: Holds the ability to invent useful crafts such as:…

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[smutandfluffohmy]

Cliche writing tropes prompts

Send in some requests while I write some Felix fic! Cliche writing tropes are NOT bad. It’s OKAY if you still use them, it’s OKAY if you’re a new writer using them. It is NOT okay to make people feel bad about using them. Support your fellow fanfic writers.

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Best friends brother/Sister

Gender bend

Insta love

Love triangle

Alpha werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Prince/Princess AU

Serial Killer AU

Nerd and Popular kid turned lovers

Fake dating

Fake marriage

Only one bed

Kissing in the rain

Met in a bookstore reaching for the same book

Bad boy trope

Professor X Student

Masquerade ball 

Parallel universe switching

Angel and demon AU

Highschool AU

College AU

Historical AU

Modern AU

Amnesia

Coffeeshop AU

Babyfic 1 (friends are forced to raise a child together)

Babyfic 2 (Ship with kids)

Bakery AU (One person owns/works at a bakery)

Bet/Dare (Person A gets dared to date Person B which ends up in actual love)

Circus AU

Crime AU

Fairy Tale AU

Hanahaki Disease (fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one sided love)

Mythology AU

Royal family AU

Pornstar AU (characters are involved in the porn industry)

Trapped in an elevator 

Accidental pregnancy 

Best friends dad/mom

Forbidden love

Mistaken identity 

Office romance

Playboy

Return to hometown

Secret baby ( is or was pregnant. but he does not know the child is his)

Drunk! fic

One of them is famous

Groundhog Day (Time loop)

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JD fakes his au thing Bc I'm bored

June, 1990. Veronica Sawyer practically ran to snatch her diploma- finally, she was leaving high school, leaving the mess that senior year had created in her mind. She smiled brightly, most likely with excitement, only to go back and sit with the rest of the students. Names continued to get called- Veronica began to grow bored. She looked around, only to see a familiar body standing by a doorway. His aura covered the room, causing everybody to seem fearful of what was near. His long, dark trench coat dragged along his legs as he slowly stepped down to take a seat. It was JD, and the vision scared Veronica to death. It was like the night of his death, she saw him by the trees, seemly proud as he trudged off, holding his wounds. Only now, he was healthier... but still proud. Veronica decided it wouldn't be... healthy... to keep her mind on it. She leaned back, awaiting to hear the rest of the names called- then they could throw their cap and gowns and leave, right? Wrong. They had to celebrate their lives... the lives of the four dead seniors of course. "Heather Chandler...." "Ram Sweeney...." "Kurt Kelly...." "Jason Dean, other known as JD" The death of Jason Dean hadn't been touched on yet... rumors went around, nobody knew how he died. The police finally released the rumors they had believed, and they were told at the graduation. "His... blood was found within the wreckage of the bombing here, at Westernburg, several months earlier. It was believed that after the rumor of the suicide of his lover, Veronica Sawyer, whom is obvious with us today, he decided to join her. His father was one to meddle with explosives, especially since that's what he did for a job, so it was also believed he build the bomb himself for the mission." A lie, Veronica didn't want to listen to it anymore. Yet, something within the speech caught her attention. "Though police have mentioned there were no remains at the scene, so nothing to burn into ashes and or bury into the ground- we do still ask you to pay respects to him at our local cemetery." No remains. No body... and the blast wasn't that large too. If anything, it should've killed Veronica where it stood- but it... didn't. Veronica seemed to black out into her thoughts, waking up to nearly everybody being gone... except one person, who had moved next to her. "Greetings and salutations... Veronica... congratulations on graduating, must've been hard..." They had a conversations, a true one... even though he was only a vision to Veronica, not real, a memory of the past. Oh boy, was Veronica wrong.

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"And there he lays in a pool of his own blood, and my tears" there ya go, hope this is angsty enough for you

[A/N: hey remember when there was this Heathers au where I was JD and @reincarnationchance was Veronica? Yeahhhhhhhh…. @cuddlewars is in here too ]

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“Hey Jared!” Sam, Jared’s quirky friend exclaimed, a bright smile on their face as they plopped next to their friend. “Remember that boyfriend you had in high school? Whatever happened to him?”

Jared tensed at the question, attempting to hold back the tears he’d been holding in for years after the incident. “It’s a long… long story…” he managed to choke out, his voice shaking due to his quivering lips.

“And I’m willing to hear it…” Sam responded, they voice filled with concern rather than their usually childish excitement.

“Well…”****

Suddenly, it was 1989 once again, senior year. Jared hid in his closet, his breath unable to calm due to what was behind the door.

Alex (Or A.D) …

“All is forgiven, doll~!” He purred as he attempted to open the door. “Come on, babe. Get dressed, I wanna take you to the prep-rally tonight!” A short amount of laughter escaped Alex, causing fear to flow down Jared’s spine.

It was a long time he hid in the closet before Jared came up with a miraculous plan to fake his death- which worked. Jared silently watched as Alex fell to the floor in tears, begging for the sight to not be real.

“Please… don’t leave me alone…”

Jared felt bad for him- except he didn’t, like a liar.

“You were all I could trust….”

Bullshit.

“I… can’t take this alone.”

Bitch, you killed three fucking people, Jared thinks you can take it alone.

“Still… I will if I… fucking must…”

Alex ran out in tears, leaving Jared time to watch as his father ran in, only to scream in fear at his hanging son. That was fun to explain.

***

The prep-rally was crowded, causing Jared to feel uncomfortable. He had to watch as people passed… people that could die any second… while attempting to find Alex.

It took a while to find him, especially since there were several distractions along the way. Once there, it wasn’t such an exciting reunion.

“Get away from the bomb, Alex!” Jared shouted, his face turning red from anger.

“A bomb? I wouldn’t call this a… bomb…” Alex began to snicker, the small laughter growing louder and more maniacal with every second that passed.

“Alex… please… I wish everything was so much better for you! I’m so sorry I couldn’t fix you! I wish we could just start over, I wish we could be seventeen…” Jared sobbed out, all emotions he had wanted to express finally pouring out of his chest.

“And I wish I had more bombs…” Alex scoffed with disbelief.

“I… how fuCKING DARE YOU!” With that, Jared lunged at his ex, attacking him with all his might. Alex was a tough battle too, that was until Jared got a hold of his precious gun.

/BANG/

Alex was shocked. Tears began flowing down his face as he looked up at Jared, who seemed frightened by the amount of blood flowing from Alex’s new wound.

“I see… how it is…” He muttered, throwing Jared off of him as he crawled to his explosive creation, snapping off from its position.

“Alex…” Jared questioned, fear flashing through his eyes.

“Jared… oh, darlin’. I… am damaged…”

Jared followed Alex as he walked outside, limping into the bright sunlight. “Far… too damaged…” he then rested under the shade of a tree and looked over to Jared, who still had tears pouring down his face.

“But you’re not beyond repair…” the words startled Jared; they startled him enough to where he had to run over to Alex, who shook his head in response to this action. “Please stand back now…” Jared stepped back… “little further…” he walked to the school steps, which weren’t too far from Alex’s current location.

“I… don’t know what this thing will do, Jared.” Alex began, choking on tears. “I… hope you’ll miss me… wish you’d kiss me- but just know that… I worship you…”

Finally, Jared got the hint, and he began screaming for Alex to thing of a different solution.

“Our love his god…” is what Alex repeated, Jared only being able to reply “say hi to god” before the bomb in Alex’s arms went off.

Some might say it was stupid for Jared to run into the dust, and when he saw a pool of blood on the ground, it only made him sob more than he already was. It was horrific, even if Jared hadn’t seen any pieces of flesh lying on the ground (which was strange)… but knowing Alex was dead… without being given the chance to properly change… was mortifying.

****

“And there he laid in a pool of his own blood, and my tears.” Jared muttered, finishing his story.

“Oh my god… I’m so sorry…” Sam muttered under their breath. It was silent, until another one of their unnamed friends barged into the room.

“Look who I found! It’s that insane kid from high school!” The peppy girl shouted.

Jared stared in horror as his nightmare walked in.

“Greetings and salutations… Jared…” ____

(Get shook I put my own au into an au also it’s not that angsty but I had fun writing it)

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Apple... what?

Tags- @reincarnationchance Prompt- literally the live of Rei ___________________________ Thomas believed it would be just a normal day at work, arguing and all that- hell, was he wrong. It all started when he heard sudden laughter caused by anybody who saw him. Normally, the Virginian would be the one to laughter at others- it... just felt off this time. Could they have found out about the magazines hidden within the deepest parts of his desk? No- impossible? What could it be? Hints did being to hit the tall man fast; especially when his other Virginian friend wandered over. "Jemmy-" he began to call, only to be interrupted by the hoarse voice. "I told you to /never/ call me that," Madison groaned in return. "So mean," Jefferson whimpered. That was weird- James has always enjoyed his nickname. What could be the problem with it now? "Whatever..." the small, frail man began. "Anyway- there have been rumors flying around-" he was interrupted by a dramatic gasp from Thomas, though he ignored it. "They are about you-" another gasp "and I'd like to say: if they are true, I still would love to stay your friend. Though... that's messed up... and you need to fix your problem." Madison was able to sigh out before walking away, breaking into a coughing fit the moment he left the room. *** Lunch time wasn't much fun- especially without his friend who went home early because of illness. Though it wasn't boring either- he continued to have people ask about the rumor mentioned to him earlier, and people never even told him what it was! Then, he suddenly found out. Alexander Hamilton, his childish rival, hopped next to him, teasingly twirling an apple within his fingers. "Yenno, Jefferson, you like some pretty weird shit- I mean, I do too- but who knew and apple would be your kink." After the immigrant finished his taunting, he took a bite of the juicy fruit, only to leave Jefferson to stare. "He's flushing- oh my god!" Called a bystander that seemed to be recording the scene. Then, suddenly everybody knew that Thomas Randolph Jefferson had an apple kink.

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For traits: - Blue-grey eyes -freckles -glasses -long reddish hair -I have no confidence don't talk enough and have been abandoned a ton??

They had glorious blue eyes; the type that constantly glowed in the sun’s bright light, the color contrasting with their hair that could have been mistaken for a welcoming fire. What added to the wonderful look were the freckles that danced upon their face and the glasses that magnified their luxurious eyes. Sadly, they did not look at themselves the way others looked at them. They did not see their beautiful features that one could only wish to have.

Hopefully, that would change soon enough.

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Not Again

Alexander stared out to his fr-enemy, eyes widened with shock. Whilst the Colombian’s gun shot to the air, the American’s shot in the direction of Hamilton’s chest.

It was his end.

All Alexander could do was think- was… wonder why? Why had Aaron grown so fond of hating Alexander?

It was a mystery. A true mystery.

Not long passed until Alexander was a bloody mess being dragged across the ground.

Not long passed until Burr shouted for a second chance- so he could fix his mistake- though he didn’t get that chance, as he ran before he could save the man before him.

Not long passed until Major General Alexander Lavien-Hamilton was pronounced dead.

Mourning flooded the streets- every single American citizen that stepped foot in New York cried; they all attended Hamilton’s funeral, none being able to stand.

There was one man that wasn’t there though- Aaron Burr. The man previously mentioned, the man that murdered Alexander. He was running and running, attempting to create a new empire and failing.

He couldn’t seem to wait for the realization that two men, different or alike, could live in the same world together. Now, he had to pay for it.

What was his price? Well, they were the events that happened a year later.

Around July 11, 1805, a man with hair covered in a fiery-grey mix approached Burr’s door. To Burr’s surprise, a frantic Colombian ran in his house, immediately closing the door.

“Aar-Burr, I have no chance of knowing what if happening, but you are going to assist me in this case- you have no other options, if you were wondering.”

It was Alexander… but something was different.

Wait- isn’t he dead?