Where the Lost Are the Heroes

Writing blog for @StealingMyPlaceIntheSun. Original fiction, fan fiction, sci-fi, fantasy, poetry, anything and everything. We make the magic happen.

[badalloc]

Which ao3 tag are you?

Saw this, looks fun!

Link to the quiz is here

… yeah, that tracks.

Soft tagging @blockcat-safari, @jackdraw-spwrite, @cityofangeisislying, @audioeidolon, @venusplantt, @bardicc-inspo and @voidindite in case they would like to play along :)

(Feel free to jump in if this looks fun and I forgot to tag you!)

[avoyuki-avocado]

Not tagged but I found this and I think it's neat

Ngl it's accurate very accurate, me writing crack funnies hc and fics and also brainrotted self lol

Tags: //nf @purezjirai @drowsy-king @misteria247 @idia-draconia @magical-regical @hayliethepurplepotato @s1lv3r-star

[purezchronicyapper]

Wait we're twins

@boyblogdog @cy-more-like-cry @artticfennec @sora-nakahara @vixtastic @creamcrepesdotcom @too2many2 @yanshiho @vanillabean5645 @shinigamixapple @idiasnacho @ryuwantsrevenge @thevo1dosphere

[thehiddenmenu]

YIPEE MORE TAG GAMES THESE ARE SO FUN !!

Uhhh who to tag?? Open for my pookie snookies ((but don’t kill me here @mang0chees3 ,, @kinnoriv ,, and uhh… uhmmmm … anybody else :) ?))

[wintrivkah]

VIXIE WE ARE NOT GOING TO MURDER YOU 😭😭🙏 anyways

I think its pretty accurate 🤔

@coolvapetricks4 @skeebeedeethesequel @widdleguy @thetyrannytranny

I'm sorry, I don't know anyone else

[skeebeedeethesequel]

Yeah very accurate ^_^

@axymoron @squirpies @dragonnon

[axymoron]

hell yeah

@charlie-vr @stellar-entity

[charlie-vr]

this quiz is pissing me off

@just-a-random-citisen @dragonnon @unluckedtj @serza5

[just-a-random-citisen]

This is the forth time I do this quiz, the forth time I get this answer, and the forth one I Say: not really, I don't like crack that much-

@cmaymanuel @kzo4reall @theamethystgoddess-tag

[kzo4reall]

Idfk what ao3 is or even use it (please don’t kill me) but i did it anyways

@rosalean12 + open tags

[cmaymanuel]

:D

Ima say probably accurate:3

@booknerd2712 @3str3ll1tasyb @the-color-gang-hangout + open tags

[booknerd2712]

Ehehehehehehhe mine makes total sense

I twin with OG

Also this makes sense I'm a savage. I laugh during angsty ass fics

Also I drink hot drinks on hot days ✨ I'm actually about to lol

Uhhhhhh

@cams-rambles @theamethystgoddess-tag @hiamd3adagain @alanbeckerfan-emma @3str3ll1tasyb @feralgoatman @epichermesholymoly @thegaygangle @maliciousandlovely

[epichermesholymoly]

yeah that’s me

@alastordaradiodemon, @cams-rambles, @potatoanarchist, @lilspark-offical, @p0pr0x1an, @tadctonorway, @deemondude, @leilani-lily, @booknerd2712, @loch-nes-dragon, @cheekychihuahuaart, @b-does-arts, @hawkeyedoodles, @chaos-triangle, @chaoticlesbianhere, @lifeserieswatcher, @survalio, @thetypogoddess, @sugarspice-x, + open tags :)

[chaos-triangle]

I'm fairly sure that one would also be me! I'm very silly!

@spikeplushiehaj @stories-i-guess @fireflychaosdemon @pocketsizedking @thepocketeater

(any other o' my henchmaniacs may join in!)

[fireflychaosdemon]

shut up shut up shut up shut uuuupp

(don’t have a crush rn but am massively projecting on the Characters)

anyway after I was so rudely called out I shall tag @cassiepoppy45 @yes-i-exist-shutup @a-being-of-chaossss @knight-of-hallownest @kingofballs69000 @someonewhogotanaccount @unofficialaziraphale @glassgirlinwater @eflower8 @knickknat @kindaabadperson

[stargirlinwater]

oh thanks for the tag!

Hello world, this is me... 😭 lmaoooo

@will-0-the-wispp @moonstoneunivs @narfthenoodle @kurama-shuichi @nightfroststorm and open tags! ❤

[narfy-reblogs]

.........

ANYWHO :DDDDDD

thx for the tag @glassgirlinwater

I tag @bill2424 @sara-the-wizard @haunted-writinganddrawing8 @crazyhhfan12 @nacho-calamity @peeta-mellarks-smile @sage57 (miss you :'() aaaaaaaannnnnd @yoruiotheoreo >.<

[hamato-style]

Honestly... I think I'm boring. Wow.

Thanks for the tag @narfthenoodle!

@bill2424 @lanes-the-art-lover @wisdom-gem @jellyfishsketches if you've been tagged nd done this before then you can ignore this. 💜

[donnie-lover-7777]

Tysm for the tag, @hamato-style and @narfthenoodle !!!!

Uup. That sounds about right.......

Um....

@wisdom-gem @lanes-the-art-lover @katiemaycreate @abbielauren2024 @snazzy-here and @loch-nes-dragon !!!!!

[abbielauren2024]

Thanks for the tag Bill!

Oh, hehehehehehehehe if only this quiz could read my actual fics… XD

But yah @jellyfishsketches @highestinc @pinkjunepeanut @spicypotatoesofttaco @lunacat964 @magisav @jettfisch @mud-oblis @writingravencove @conartist170 @bluecheckeredskirt @a-simple-gremlin @shaotie @othellovr @nyaboshibrainrot @katiemaycreate @cursedcatchild @chaoscauserrrr @stealthetrees @turtlevariabilis @oddwriterhere @cimmerian1275 @theoriginalmintyyyshake @luca897xp @skythegoofydragon @number-one-shadisper-shipper @kag256 @xxbananasharkxx @cookiedoesart64 @crazydreamerblizzard @galacticliv and any other wonderful moots who’d like to join! ^^

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Thanks for the tag 🩷🩷🩷!!!

Yah that's accurate lol

@sparkles-rule-4eva @lazorbeanz @charmsterz @feliz-navidad @sleepyheadnat @mbrine @essycogany @warriorofchaos223 and open tag!

[tumblingtowardsaburningsun]

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[corpseprize]

the reality of being a writer

[tumblingtowardsaburningsun]

Roy Chester the FIFTH CHAPTER

for my beloved momma @thisbibliomaniac for her birthday!!! happy birthday <3<3<3<3<3

Word count: 1256

Fandom: Roy Chester, Light’verse, original fiction

Chapter Five: The Woods

Morning dawned bright and early at the florist’s shop. Elinor rose with birdsong twittering outside her window and washed her hands and face at a wooden basin. She finished up her toilet by tying back her curls with a bit of pink ribbon, then threaded little pearls into the holes in her ears.

She made a fresh pot of tea in the kitchen and tested the bread dough. It had risen to form a perfectly mounded loaf, just the way Auntie liked it. With a sigh of satisfaction, Elinor slipped it into the oven and slammed the metal door shut.

The shop would not open until nine am; the hands of the little cuckoo clock on the wall pointed at half past seven. Elinor stretched out on the window seat with her tea and breathed in its fresh, herbal aroma.

Something poked her back; she yanked at it, disgruntled, and then remembered: last night she had fallen asleep here while reading. She pulled out a book richly bound in crimson leather.

Her ill-gotten gains from her little expedition to Newark the night before.

What fun that had been! The memory of the magus’ comically angry face made her chuckle. He had been far more powerful than she’d anticipated, to be sure. It was unusual for someone to wield such precise magic — he must have been equipped with a caster-gun of some kind hidden in his voluminous sleeves. Still, her potions, mixed in the tiny laboratory hidden behind the basement wall, were more than a match for him.

”I won’t get away with that trick next time,” she lamented. She flipped open the book to her spot, marked with a tiny crocheted cat, and found the line she’d fallen asleep on.

‘To create a long-lasting potion undetectable by scent, one must use only the purest of ingredients. It is imperative that —‘

Auntie’s door swung open down the hall. Elinor leaped to her feet and shoved the book back into its hiding place. The clock hands had moved along nearly twenty minutes from their previous position, so Auntie entered the kitchen to find her niece, hands wrapped in an apron, removing a fresh, steaming loaf from the oven.

”Morning!” Elinor chirped. “I’ll be out of the shop til after noon, I’m afraid.”

Auntie acknowledged this with a grunt and poured herself some tea. She didn’t speak until she had drained the whole cup, coughed a hearty cough, and spat out a glob of phlegm.

”I’ll be fine by myself. Do you have an errand to run?”

”Yes,” Elinor lied. “I must go to the greenhouses and speak with our suppliers.”

”Hmm.” Auntie drank another cup of tea.

They ate their bread with tender spring apples and fresh goat cheese. Afterward, Elinor fastened a short, knitted cape around her shoulders and laced up knee high boots. When Auntie was preoccupied with the dishes, she slid the book out from under the cushions of the window seat and shoved it into her satchel.

”Good morning!” she called by way of farewell. Auntie waved back. A moment later, Elinor closed the door behind her and tromped up the street.

The dust whirled up around her feet as she walked. It had not rained since the day the governor’s prison had exploded over a week ago. Unusual weather for spring, but Elinor felt it in her bones that another spring shower was not far away. Florists relied on a steady supply of spring blossoms to fill their vases, after all.

She had, in fact, not lied completely. She paid a very brief visit to the greenhouses where they grew their more exotic wares and received an update on the week’s expected crop. Then she skirted around the edge of the town until she had come back to the florist’s shop.

With Auntie occupied up front, no one noticed Elinor slipping through the back door and hastening down into the basement. Once she had locked the secret room securely behind her, she pulled out her book.

The long-lasting potions contained some understandably, if unfortunately, rather unique ingredients. She ran a careful finger down the list and felt a frown crease her brows. Of the ten listed, at least two she had on hand -- though their level of purity was suspect. The others could be harvested from the nearby flora, but would take some time and a good deal of alcohol to purify.

Never one to waste time, Elinor committed the plant names to memory and slipped back outside. A brisk ten-minute walk brought her to the city limits and out the gates. She nodded to the guards as she passed. Down the winding road her boots went with dust trails in their wake. The trees rose up to meet her at the bottom of the slope and she breathed a sign of contentment as they closed in around her.

She spent the better part of the morning and afternoon gathering her greenery. Leaf and stem, bark and root, wrapped gently in waxed paper and stored in the satchel at her waist. The fruits and flowers she placed in tiny glass vials to preserve them unbroken. The scents of eucalyptus and honey myrtle, may chang and wild mint, clung to her green-stained hands.

The last of her samples was a fine-looking blossom, shades of delicate purple and blue, that was too high off the ground for her to reach. She had just grasped the lowest branch with one hand and braced her feet against the trunk to climb when rapid footsteps nearby startled her. A moment later, an unpleasantly familiar figure strode into view.

Leather coat, red scarf, long legs and a scar down the right side of his face -- the sweet-talking basil customer. He looked just as startled to see her as she felt to see him.

“Ma’am.” He inclined his head; she nodded back. He seemed about to continue on, then paused.

“Would you like help?” he asked. “I can reach that for you.” His gaze drifted up to the cluster that Elinor was quite clearly aiming for.

Elinor considered for a moment. She did not much like being alone in the woods with this particular man; he seemed nice enough, but she had gotten a less than favorable impression of him the first time they’d met and she was not inclined to put herself in his debt. On the other hand (she curled that hand into the hem of her cape, felt for the tiny vial secreted in the hem), if he turned his back to her, that put her at an advantage.

“If you don’t mind,” she said, and stepped aside.

He stepped forward and reached up. His arms were almost stupidly long, and he smelled, once again, off in a way she could not quite describe. A sort of emptiness of scent. With quick precision, he snapped the flower at its base and handed it down to her.

“Thank you,” she said.

He smiled; it made the scar on his face pull in a distracting way. His eyes were very green.

“You’re welcome.”

With a slight bow, he strode off into the woods, disappearing as quickly as he’d come.

Elinor stored her last sample and hurried off as well. The sun was slanting downward in the west and it was far later than she’d anticipated coming back. Auntie would be grumpy over dinner.

Tonight, she would thoroughly clean her jars and prepare her workspace for the purification process. Then she would begin to brew her latest batch of potions.

[succubusboyfriend]

you have permission to pick that 2 year old "abandoned" project back up. it's not mad at you for setting it aside. and maybe time and distance have helped ease or erase the things that made you put it down in the first place.

[nondelphic]

i’m not procrastinating. i’m allowing the story to ferment. like kimchi. or a crime scene

[tenderhooked]

I WANT TO WRITE MY STORIES!!!!!!!!!!!! -> continues doing literally Anything Else besides writing

[nondelphic]

my characters have banter in my head but when i type it out they sound like two robots negotiating a hostage exchange

[wiltking]

having an oc you're obsessed with feels good as fuck

[thedrabblecollective]

May '26 Drabble Challenge Word Prompts

Hello!! Below is the list you've all waited for - the May WORD PROMPTS!

We had 80 words submitted. The list was cleaned of any doubled and too similar words (for example: Myth and Mythology were both submitted, so Myth was chosen for the randomization) which brought it down to 74 prompts, and then put through a randomizer thirteen times. The first 31 words were then chosen for the prompts.

We know, also, that there has been confusion around this theme and the word prompts. We will have a clarifying FAQ post soon, so if you have any questions, please let us know so we can address them properly!

Word Prompt List:

Day 1 - Ruin

Day 2 - Demon

Day 3 - Mystery

Day 4 - Cup

Day 5 - Doctor

Day 6 - Coffee

Day 7 - Hybrid

Day 8 - Parallel

Day 9 - Death

Day 10 - Exile

Day 11 - Modern

Day 12 - Gone

Day 13 - Weapon

Day 14 - Gods

Day 15 - History

Day 16 - Scientist

Day 17 - Loop

Day 18 - Sports

Day 19 - Artist

Day 20 - Paper

Day 21 - Friend

Day 22 - Baker

Day 23 - Meet

Day 24 - Guard

Day 25 - Vibrant

Day 26 - Pirate

Day 27 - Fantasy

Day 28 - Act

Day 29 - Rebirth

Day 30 - Rival

Day 31 - Dragon

[tumblingtowardsaburningsun]

1500 words in an hour 😌 nature is healing

[tumblingtowardsaburningsun]

I will break you and i will make you cry and you will be happy about it 🫶

[alonelystargazer]

writing goals for 2026 ✨

to write

[scealaiscoite]

── ★ ˙ 🫐 ̟ december prompts

¹⁾ warm, glowing embers 

²⁾ a familiar cologne 

³⁾ visiting hours 

⁴⁾ crumpled theatre tickets 

⁵⁾ splinters embedded in a palm

⁶⁾ pearlescent fish scales 

⁷⁾ a carabiner laden keys 

⁸⁾ waist-high riverwater 

⁹⁾ an old tattoo

¹⁰⁾ frantic fingers seeking a pulse

¹¹⁾ a silver locket 

¹²⁾ green tea in a paper cup 

¹³⁾ thick, tangled ivy

¹⁴⁾ a smiley face drawn on a fogged-up car window

¹⁵⁾ cherry cola

¹⁶⁾ an unmade bed

¹⁷⁾ rusted scissors

¹⁸⁾ a height chart scrawled on a doorway

¹⁹⁾ soft hotel sheets

²⁰⁾ lavender perfume clinging to clothes

²¹⁾ a pipe wrench

²²⁾ a dog-eared paperback

²³⁾ aching shoulders

²⁴⁾ an empty whiskey bottle

²⁵⁾ shallow rockpools

²⁶⁾ an elevator shaft

²⁷⁾ wishbone

²⁸⁾ coffee rings staining a tabletop

²⁹⁾ a wedding ring left on a nightstand

³⁰⁾ long, winding country roads

³¹⁾ fresh start

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

For Now!

[ailesswhumptober]

Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2025

It was tough to pick from all you guys' amazing suggestions, but we managed to end up with a lovely list of prompts to work with, AND not a single repeat prompt from last year which we found quite important. Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.

FAQ and Rules

What sort of content can I create for this event?

You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.

Do I need to make 31 things to participate?

Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you. Your works can be separate onshots or one continuous fic.

How do I interpret these prompts?

Creativity is the name of the game here! If you don't understand a prompt, feel free to send us an ask about it. However, the important thing is you're free to interpret the prompts however you want. For example, 'heat' could be literal (fever, heatstroke, burn wounds) or figurative (somebody getting heat for something). The dialogue prompts are allowed to be slightly rewritten to fit better for the character whose mouth it's coming out of. As long as you're having fun!

What are these alts about?

If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice. This will count as having covered that day for completionists.

How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?

It suffices to tag your work with #ailesswhumptober for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.

There is an AO3 collection to add your fics to. It will be revealed and linked here closer to the start of the event.

That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!

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Plain text versions of the prompts:

October 1

Collapsed lung, Contusion, "Well, that shouldn't have happened."

October 2 

Amputation, Gunshot, "It's not worth your life!"

October 3 

Secondary drowning, Compartment syndrome, "Please don't leave me!”

October 4

Frostbite, Heat, "I can make it all better."

October 5

Torture, Withholding aid, "How do you want me to punish you?"

October 6 

Self-inflicted injury, Rocky recovery, "If I tell you what they made me do, you won't be able to look at me the same."

October 7

Starvation, Foodborne illness, "They put something in my system, I can't think straight."

October 8

Hit and run, Adrenaline, “I can’t stop!”

October 9

Emotional manipulation,  Cassandra truth, “You asked for this.”

October 10 

Blood poisoning, Hypoxia, "What were you thinking?"

October 11

Sleep deprivation, Whiplash, “Be careful, they’re watching us.”

October 12

Dislocation, Dizziness, “Don’t pass out on me.”

October 13 

Ransom, Tranquilizer, "I trusted you!"

October 14 

Self-surgery, Unconsciousness, "Look who's awake."

October 15

Came back wrong, Cannibalism, "You weren't supposed to die first."

October 16

Leashed, Painful shapeshifting, "Hold them down."

October 17

Drug side effects, Desperation, "It's fine, I can walk it off."

October 18

Captivity, Loss of powers, "Do you even know how to use that?"

October 19

Broken bone, blood loss, "When I finish patching you up I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you."

October 20

Irredeemable, Before it starts/After it's over, "I didn't react the way I should have, I'm sorry."

October 21

Stranded, Search and rescue, "You really think they're gonna look for you?"

October 22

Estranged, Changed dynamic, “Who did this to you?!”

October 23

Restraints, Obsession, “Aren’t you feisty?”

October 24

Denial, Working through the pain, “What have you done to yourself?”

October 25

Magical bind, Pinned down, "And what do we have here?"

October 26

Defanging/Declawing, pulled feathers, “This should teach you to behave next time.”

October 27

Sensory overload, Catatonic, "Don't pretend to understand."

October 28

Hospital/Doctor’s visit, Medical power of attorney, "Why can't I remember?"

October 29

Childhood trauma, Guilt, "I didn't mean to."

October 30

Cleaning injuries, Labored breathing, “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

October 31

Body horror, Enucleation, "I am the monster you made me!"

Alt prompts:

1) Mutation

2) Knife/Gun to the throat

3) Nonhuman pet whumpee

4) Chronic condition

5) No-win scenario

6) Blinded

7) Memory trigger

8) Mercy

9) "This isn't how I wanted you to find out."

10) “Get yourself out of here! I’ll be fine.”

[tumblingtowardsaburningsun]

FIFTEEN HUNDRED WORDS BABY

[queen-breha-organa-archived-dea]

I just found this quiz and it’s, phenomenal

A quiz for artists and writers to figure out the primary emotion they create from. 28 questions, 15 results that are about 150 words each, d

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

Melancholy: You create from melancholy. There is an aimless sadness that pervades your life. It's not as though there's anything in particular you're grieving, but you still find yourself possessed of a peculiar somberness. This melancholy seeps into your art, where it becomes a directionless lament. You long to make your senseless sadness into something beautiful and bittersweet, so you depict it countless times throughout your work. It sets the tone of everything you create, filtering all you craft through a melancholic lens. There is a nostalgia for what never was, a grief for something you never had, a longing that doesn't know what it craves. These are the feelings that serve as your inspiration: vague, listless lamentations.

[ahopefulbromantic]

Okay this is even better than what i thought i'd get

[margindoodles2407]

OH yeah

[marietheran]

Reverence(!)

[catkins-quirks]

[tumblingtowardsaburningsun]

Regret: You create from regret. At times you feel as though you might drown in your remorse. It weighs heavy on your mind, and you feel you must confess them somehow. That is what your art is: a confession of your regrets. It is an outlet for the mistakes and missed chances that haunt you. You engrave them into your work so that they will not consume your every waking moment. It brings you some measure of relief, to admit them like that. The burden is a little lighter that way. So you confess them again and again, professing your regrets in the hopes of gradually letting them go. With such an extensive record of your mistakes, it should be easier not to make them again. You hope that this fixation on what you wish you could undo has at least made you a bit wiser in the process.

[tumblingtowardsaburningsun]

orange is such an unthreatening color ALAS