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"In my vast desert of a heart, only a cold wind blows"

[writersisland]

Random Tiny Events that Might Help Advance Your Plot

shattering a glass and cutting hand while trying to clean it up

getting disoriented and lost

a heavy storm forces them to seek shelter in an unexpected place

quite literally bumping into an old friend

requiring a change of clothes after spilling a drink

a blackout plunges the city into darkness

infected with a mystery illness that refuses to go away

a night out goes off the rails

finding and following a curious animal/creature

finding a mystery object

getting mugged or an important item stolen by a random pickpocket

an animal companion chooses them as their human friend

tripping and falling into a river / lake

[silliestf1fan]

maxcar fic idea

crime syndicate leader Max Verstappen gets a “gift” from danny ric, his right hand man for being the leader for 10 years. Although Max already had everything he ever needed or wanted. He had a penthouse, three cats, loyal men and no assassination attempts in 3 months! What could Danny have possibly gotten him?…..

A hybrid. A cat hybrid.

A whole half person half animal as a “gift”. Hybrids are a very strange grey area in the law, they aren’t quite treated as humans but you can’t do just anything to them, much like real pets. But oftentimes among rich folk theu are used as servants, or decoration, pets or… a lesser known purpose, as prostitutes. Many hybrids grow up in this environments, bred and nurtured to be the perfect ‘thing’, malleable to be anything a man could want. So Oscar had no idea what these people wanted him for, he was not told anything other than that he would be a gift for a very important man.

Upon finding out Danny got him a hybrid he somewhat flipped out, not at the poor creature but at Danny. He pulled him aside and berated him for buying him a whole living person! What was he supposed to do with a person, he may not be a good man but he at least had some morals.

Unfortunately for him the contract had a “no returns” clause. Which meant either keeping the poor thing or selling it to someone else, and god knows what someone would do to the innocent creature.

This leaves him no choice but to take him in. They are both incredibly awkward. Max is standoffish and blunt while Oscar is highly confused, somewhat scared. Max had never said what Oscar’s purpose was and Max didn’t know what to do with him.

Eventually Oscar tried talking to him, maybe this was a test of some kind? Oscar had to figure him out? It was Oscar’s job to find out what his new owner needs. So he tried talking. Max wasn’t much of a talker. Okay so he’ll try cleaning? cooking? Max found it polite but said he didn’t need to do all of that. Great. There was only one idea left in Oscar’s head… he had to at least try.

So one night while Max was sitting on the couch, grumbling about something agter getting off an angry phone call Oscar decided this was his time. Oscar slid onto the couch and slowly scooted closer to Max. Max noticed but only eyed him strangely before looking away again. Oscar lifted his hand and slide it onto his thigh, testing the waters. This got Max’s attention.

“What are you doing?..” He asks, confused as to why the hybrid even wanted to be this close to him.

“I just thought.. maybe you needed some company?.. you seem very.. tense” Oscar tried his best to seem sexy? seductive? Truth be told Oscar was never good at this stuff. Was always too embarrassed, awkward, didn’t know how to conduct himself like the others. He was always told that someone would like that about him, like his innocence. He would just nod his head.

The interaction did not go the way Oscar was hoping, just left him more confused than before. Max was clearly getting hard. Oscar kept trying to move his hand closer, wave his tail and brush up against him. But Max wasn’t having it, just told him he didn’t need to do that and went to his room. What was the point of Oscar being here if he couldn’t do anything to please his owner?

Oscar gave up after that. Decided to just mope around, staring out the large windows and doing whatever small tasks needed doing.

Max noticed his change in behaviour, Oscar was less.. alive. He looked lost. But Max didn’t know how to help him without him getting tangled up in his web, Oscar didn’t deserve to have a life stained by blood or crime.

But once again, Max didn’t have a choice. After a deal gone wrong he had his men come up to his house, it was close by and they needed patching up, and fast. He didn’t even think about Oscar being in the apartment until he peaked out from his room, alarmed by all the noise and several strange men inside their home. But as soon as Oscar saw the blood he went straight into the bathroom to get their first aid supplies (which they had an abundance of) and started helping. Max tried to tell him he had it handled, that he shouldn’t see things like this but Oscar didn’t reply. Just gave him a look and went back to work patching up his guys.

After all of the guys were taken care of Oscar even went to the trouble of making people drinks before sitting back down next to Max. A few guys gasped and gave Oscar and Max strange looks, no one had ever sat that close to Max so casually without consequences. But Max didn’t bat an eye, he just laid his hand on Oscar’s knee, feeling strangely proud. And weirdly jealous. Hybrids were a very popular porn genre, and it seemed a few of his men were ogling him. He felt possessive. In a way he’s never felt before. If anyone were to ever lay a hand on Oscar he would make them pay.

But Oscar didn’t need to know that. He was happy just sitting by his side and being helpful. Leaning into his side while purring softly.

[averi-av]

My favorite thing about Tumblr: you post something with a new tag, and it floods your feed — so your short thought doesn't break. So I came across a few photos and had some thoughts.

I generally love when Mark acts as Oscar's father figure. And I was just thinking — he's a Red Bull driver, after all, so there's a certain loyalty there, even if it's traumatized.

So then Lando starts being ambiguous toward Oscar. And Oscar — charmed, of course — responds in kind. And Mark, clutching his heart, doesn't understand how this is happening — and goes to have a talk with Oscar. Something like: 'Have you considered that if you're going to date a driver, you should date a Red Bull driver?'

And while Oscar just blinks at him, Mark is already arranging — through Seb (yes, in my head they've made up and have been married for 30 years) — a date with Max.

And Oscar is completely fine with it. He's just sitting there thinking: 'I never would have thought it would be this easy.' Like — arranging a date with a 4-time world champion could be done with one of Mark's nervous breakdowns and 15 minutes of Seb's laughter.

[leatherbound-breakdown]

Soft prompts for ships that aren't together yet.

Hugs that last longer than they should.

Immediately looking at the other after saying or doing something funny, hoping to see their smile.

Making playlists and moodboards for each other.

Trying to learn about the others' interests.

Continuously denying others who think they are together.

Always giving the utmost attention to the other if they are in a crowd.

Associating random things with them.

Getting matching keychains

[hollowprompts]

🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

[promptcalender]

Domestic Shenanigans

arguing over chore charts, not because one doesnt want to do a certain chore, but because they have very different ideas of how often what should be cleaned

finding elaborate hiding spots for their favorite snacks

not having the same taste in food and having to make two completely seperate meals in a cramped kitchen

one trying to teach the other a basic lifeskill they have done all their life (cooking, baking, cleaning, …) and for some reason failing spectacularly this one time

placing a freshly baked pie in the window to cool down and watching as it falls out of the window, both staring at the now empty window in silence

putting hair dye in the other's shampoo… then forgetting about it and using it themself

the need for a custody agreements for their shared pet (which said pet obviously never respects)

trying to eavesdrop on a private conversation but slipping and falling into the room

[Prompt Calender: March 22nd, National Goof Off Day]

[ijustwannawritepls]

Scenes to Write When Your Draft Feels Flat

Not epic or climactic. Just... alive.

• A character almost admits they were wrong and then pivots • Two people sitting in a car after an argument, engine off, neither leaving • Someone practicing a speech in the mirror and hating how it sounds • A character lying for someone they resent • An inside joke that no longer feels funny • A public setting where private tension is simmering • Someone seeing their ex unexpectedly and performing indifference • A character giving advice they absolutely do not follow • A confession interrupted by something mundane • A person rereading old messages they shouldn’t • A gift that misses the mark completely • A character realizing they’ve outgrown someone mid-conversation • Someone saying “It’s fine” and meaning “I will remember this forever” • A moment where a character notices they are no longer the favorite • Two people who used to be close struggling to find a topic

If your story feels stuck, it likely needs friction. Not explosions. Just a little pressure.

[human-otp-prompt-generator]

Best Friends to Lovers Things

Knowing each other's favorite things.

Strangers assuming they're a couple.

Friends and family making comments about how they'd make a good couple.

When they finally get together, nothing changes in their dynamic except that they kiss sometimes.

Saying "I love you" casually as friends.

^ until one of them realizes they don't mean it platonically anymore.

Comforting each other after bad dates.

One of them being jealous whenever the other goes on a date.

Knowing oddly specific things about each other.

Making fun of typical couple things (bonus points if they do those things when they become a couple).

When they become a couple, there's an initial period of awkwardness as they both worry about ruining the friendship.

Having to pretend to be a couple (e.g. at special events), only for them to realize they want it to be real.

Having special nicknames for each other that become pet names when they start dating.

Doing date-y things but as friends.

Seeing each other at their worst (physically or emotionally) without batting an eye.

Having sleepovers.

[ariesrin]

Relationship Dynamics Writing Cheat Sheet

For romance, rivalry, found family and other relationships in your writing.

Dynamic / Type (Pick 1)

Friends to lovers

Strangers to allies

Rivals to reluctant partners

Enemies to lovers

Mentor / student

Protector / protected

One-sided devotion or unrequited love

Found family

Ex-lovers

Codependent

Toxic

Power Balance (Pick 1)

Equal

Unequal (status, strength, knowledge)

Shifting (changes with circumstance)

Hidden (one holds unseen leverage)

Illusory (seems equal, isn’t, may involve gaslighting)

Reversed over time

Source of Tension (Pick 1-2)

Miscommunication

Secrets

Fear of loss

Fear of change

Timing

Outside pressure (family, duty, war, society)

Moral disagreement

Unequal commitment

How They Fight (Pick as many)

Silence

Arguments that never finish

Avoidance

Explosive confrontations

Passive aggression

One apologises, the other refuses

Violence and/or misdirected anger

What Makes Them Change (Optional)

A choice

A sacrifice

A betrayal

A confession

A loss

Being forced to rely on each other

Nearly losing the other

[promptcalender]

Childhood Best Friends reuniting as Adults (and rekindling old emotions)

◈ “We're so different now.”      “Yeah. I guess we are.”      “I can't wait to get to know my old best friend all over again.”

◈ “Oh wow, you've… changed.”      “And you look exactly the same, just taller. Heh, we've always been perfect opposites, haven't we?”      “I guess that's something that's still the same then.”

◈ “Do you ever wonder what would've been if you hadn't moved?”      “Every day.”      “Me too. Every milestone in my life after that made me wonder how you would've reacted had you been there.”      “I never stopped being your cheerleader, even if I wasn't there.”

◈ “Remember when we stole ice cream from that corner store?”      “Hey, you stole it! Told me you paid for it, I just believed you!”      “You used to believe everything I said.”      “Still do.”

◈ “I didn't think you'd remember that.”      “I still remember everything about you.”

◈ “I don't want this day to end.”      “Then let's add another tomorrow. And one after that. And another, and another…”      “You say that like it's easy.”      “You've always made it all feel easy.”

◈ “These swings are smaller than I remember.”      “I think we've just grown up.”      “But this is ridiculous! We used to be able to fit together on one!”      “We still could, if you hop up on my lap.”

◈ “Did you know they tore down the tree we used to climb on? I went back a couple weeks ago.”      “Really? Damn. Sometimes it feels like we got nothing left from our chilldhood but memories.”      “At least they're the sweetest memories I got.”

◈ “You ever think about the last day we spent together? You'd wanted to say something then…”      “You still remember that?!”      “I do. And I have been dying to know what that thing was for years.”      “Oh, I… I don't think that matters anymore now.”      “I think it does. More than you know.” 

[Prompt Calender: January 19th, Good Memory Day]

[thewriterladyy-deactivated20260]

bring back pure yearning tropes!

pop star whose so down bad for that one (1) fan

cowbows or farmer boys desperately obsessed w a townie rebellious girl and getting into shenanigans for her bcs he just wants her that much

men in Bollywood movies...

golden retriever boys who'd do anything for you

[mirantics]

yearning. subtle signs of want.

eyes tracing over their features while they're turned away, catching on their eyelashes fluttering against their skin, the slope of their nose, the curve of their lips.

hands brushing, fingertips twitching, savoring the sparks that ignite from touching them, and resisting the urge to chase after it.

hanging onto their every word, engraving the sentences they speak into their very bones.

bodies in close proximity, focusing on how electric the air is, and being hyperaware of how their heat is searing itself into their skin.

idealizing them, imagining them in their fantasies, thinking repeatedly about their best qualities.

having them constantly on their mind, finding reminders of them in the most mundane of daily activities.

a tightness in their chest, an ache in their body at the thought of what they don't have.

leaning in to gaze at them better, taking note of every little detail, every new addition to their appearance, and staring like they'll slip through their fingers if they ever look away.

staying silent when the topic is brought up, too fearful to broach it in case of rejection, or maybe just unwilling to fully commit, and merely returning to their longing afterward.

overthinking what they say, what they do, desperate for the other's attention, just to have their eyes on them.

being unable to believe that what they feel could ever be returned, becoming complacent with the absence in their chest despite its heaviness.

[writerscourt]

Villain Motivations

Corrupted by greed and pushed to the brink

Desire to gain the affection of the one they are infatuated with

Desperation to be acknowledged as great

Evil for evil’s sake

Fear of what would happen if they gave up control

Genuinely believing they are doing the right thing

Grief turned revenge

Having felt powerless once and swearing to never be weak again

Having literally no other choice for their own survival

Loyalty to a mentor or superior who is purposely leading them astray

Needing to prove that they are capable of succeeding

Protecting the one thing / person they have left

Protecting/increasing their wealth / power

Trying to get justice for a perceived wrong that was done to them

See also: Hero Motivations

[luna-azzurra]

The POV of a Character Trying to Survive a Funeral

☽ the quiet horror of being surrounded by people but feeling absolutely alone.

☽ trying to remember how to stand, how to breathe, how to body when grief makes everything mechanical.

☽ hands trembling for no reason except that the world feels wrong-shaped now.

☽ staring at the coffin because looking away feels like betrayal, but looking too long feels like breaking.

☽ noticing stupid little details, like a crooked flower, someone’s too-loud shoes, or the way the wind refuses to cooperate.

☽ the guilt of thinking about anything except the person you lost.

☽ that surreal moment where you expect them to walk in late, because your brain hasn’t caught up to the truth.

☽ the way voices sound muted, like they’re being filtered through water and cotton.

☽ replaying the last conversation on loop, trying to find words you should’ve said differently.

☽ the painful intimacy of watching strangers cry over someone you loved.

☽ holding back tears until your head hurts, trying to be “composed” for no real reason.

☽ the numbness that feels safer than the grief beneath it.

☽ the strange, unfair anger at people who aren’t crying.

☽ the strange, unfair anger at people who are crying.

☽ wanting to leave, but your feet won’t move; wanting to stay, but the air feels too heavy to breathe.

☽ the body remembering the weight of their touch even as the world forgets their voice.

☽ feeling like you’re underwater while everyone else is above the surface.

☽ searching the crowd for someone who understands you without needing words.

☽ being terrified of the silence after the funeral, the moment when everyone goes home and the grief stops being shared and becomes yours alone.

☽ the private ritual of whispering a goodbye no one else hears.

☽ the small, cruel moment of stepping back into normal life and hating that the world keeps going.

☽ the ache of carrying two weights at once: the person you lost, and the version of you that doesn’t exist without them.

[hansfordays]

Maxcar Fic Recs

✩ 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗌, ♡ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, ☽ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍

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✩ ☽ eat them alive linearity

𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖬𝖼𝖫𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇.

ఇ 57,000 words ⋆ 1 chapter ⤷ past landoscar, red bull driver op81

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☽ Everybody Talks Mara_Xx

𝖰𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾- 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿, 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾- 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

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“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌?” 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗑’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. “𝖸𝖾𝗌.” “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅?” 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗉. “𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗑’𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾.

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𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖼𝖫𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋’𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋. “𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽, 𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗒.” 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍- 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 - 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋?”

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“𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍… 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈. “𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍! 𝖨 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌!” 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍,” 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐. “𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎… 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿?”

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𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝖽. “𝖬𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁.” “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.” 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

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✩ ♡ Total Ellipsis of the Heart KingKestrel

𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖱𝖺𝗒𝖺. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁. 𝖬𝖺𝗑, 𝟤𝟨, 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝟣 𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗑! 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖡𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗑.

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♡ the world grew anon

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋—𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, “𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝖾—” 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍?” 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝖽-𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. “𝖴𝗁—𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?” “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒?” 𝖮𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, “𝖬𝖺𝗑 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗌?”

ఇ 4,051 words ⋆ 1 chapter ⤷ omega mv33, omega op81, pining

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Consequences of Magic Use

accelerated aging

anxiety and a constant feeling of dread

disorientation / blurred vision

bones cracking and breaking

bruising around hands and arm

burn marks on palms and finger tips

cognitive decline / memory lapses

debilitating migraines

exhaustion / fatigue

eyes reddening when veins pop

greying hair due to strain / eyes losing vibrancy

joint, muscle and limb pain

losing hair, teeth and finger nails

loss of body heat / constantly freezing

nose bleeds / ear bleeds

numbness / slowed reflexes / brain fog

requiring a lot more nutrition and rest

sensitive eyes and ears / raspy, raw voice

twitches and muscle spasms

weakened immune system

[luna-azzurra]

Quick tips for writing Sleep Deprivation 

☽ Memory becomes absolute garbage. Like “why am I in the kitchen?” garbage. “What was I saying?” garbage. Their brain is running on buffering screens and regret.

☽ Fine motor skills? Ha. They’re dropping everything. Pens. Phones. Entire moral compass. They’re basically a malfunctioning claw machine.

☽ Hallucinations creep in. That jacket on the chair? Suddenly a person. That noise? Definitely doom. Everything becomes mildly haunted.

☽ Time gets weird. Five minutes feel like a year. A full hour disappears and they swear they blinked wrong.

☽ Irritation skyrockets. They get mad at chairs. At air. At gravity. At the audacity of other humans continuing to exist.

☽ Their voice sounds weird. Slow, scratchy, like they swallowed sand.

☽ They walk like a drunk baby giraffe. Walls suddenly jump closer. Floors rise unexpectedly. Coordination said: “I’m out.”

☽ Zoning out becomes a hobby. They stare at random objects like they’re trying to understand quantum mechanics.

☽ Vision blurs in and out. Like someone smeared Vaseline over their eyeballs out of spite.

☽ Their body just hurts. Not a dramatic pain, just the “why does my skeleton feel like it’s buzzing?” pain.

☽ Food cravings go feral. They’d fight someone for a stale cookie.

☽ Terrible choices. They will absolutely say “I’m fine” while making decisions that end in disaster.

☽ Random emotional implosions. Crying because their sock feels wrong? Yes.

☽ Cold hands. Cold feet. Cold heart. (Okay maybe not the last one, but it feels like it.)