Kia ora, I live in Aotearoa, Land of the Long White Cloud, New Zealand, up in the North. This is my home, and I hope one day to live by my own two hands. I'm not there yet, but I'm appreciating the journey.
6 Quick Writing Exercises to Wake Up Your Imagination
We all hit those blah writing days. Your fingers are ready, your doc is open... and your brain goes static. That’s where writing exercises come in — small creative boosts to shake off the dust and get back into your story flow. Here are six to try when your words feel stuck in traffic.
1. The 5-Minute Word Sprint
Pick a random word (use a generator or close your eyes and point at a book), set a 5-minute timer, and write anything involving that word. No stopping, no deleting.
2. Dialogue Without Context
Write a short convo between two people. No descriptions. No setting. Just back-and-forth lines.
3. Rewrite a Scene in Another Genre
Take a scene from your current story and flip the genre. Drama becomes comedy. Fantasy becomes sci-fi. Romance becomes horror.
4. Describe a Place Using the Five Senses — No Sight Allowed
Can’t mention what anything looks like. Only sound, touch, smell, taste, and intuition.
5. Character Swap POVs
Write a paragraph from the POV of a side character reacting to your main character. Bonus if the POV is brutally honest or completely wrong.
6. One Line Story Hooks
Write 3 one-sentence story starters that make you want to keep writing. (Example: “I woke up married to my enemy, and worse — he knew it before I did.”)
You don’t need to write a masterpiece every day. But showing up — even for a silly exercise — keeps the creative part of your brain warmed up. Try one of these before your next writing session, and see where it takes you. 🍒
Stoic whumpee spending hours in the shower after being reunited with the team because it's the only place they can break down with guaranteed privacy.
Whumpee being too tired to wash themselves standing up so they sit on the floor (then accidentally falling asleep, leading Caretaker to break down the door in panic in case Whumpee was hurt).
Caretaker sitting outside the door to provide support for a whumpee with water related trauma.
Caretaker getting in the shower with Whumpee to help them wash because they're not strong enough to do it alone yet.
Whumpee turning the shower to extreme temperatures (hot or cold) to stop feeling numb or to distract from their feelings being out of control.
Whumpee not showering for ages after being rescued because they're not used to being allowed to.
Caretaker's water bills running astronomically high because Whumpee keeps dissociating and spending hours in the shower every day.
Whumpee finding comfort in the warm water after years of being frozen and left in the cold.
Seriously, guys, I am absolutely fascinated by the concept of Field Punishment (mostly in the British army, prior to WWII). If a soldier was guilty of any kind of misconduct (getting drunk, losing or damaging equipment, disobeying orders) he would be sentenced to literally just being tied to a post in plain view of everyone and just left there for a few hours. It was like a scheduled thing and would go on for days. Like thirty days of field punishment, and at a pre-arranged time each day, the soldier would report for punishment and they'd tie him up to this post or flagpole or like the wheel of a cannon or something where everyone could see him and just leave him there. It was designed to be as uncomfortable and humiliating as possible. Sometimes they were tied in a spread eagle position, almost like a crucifixion, and sometimes to a post that leaned forward so that they couldn't stand up naturally. That was Field Punishment #1.
And then there was Field Punishment #2, which was implemented if the army was on the move. The soldier being punished would march along with the rest of his comrades, but with his arms tied behind his back.
Agh, this is just exactly the kind of whump I crave, gives me whumperflies just thinking about it...
P.S. There's literally a whole movie about it, it's called Field Punishment No. 1 and is extremely whumpy...
I'm such a fan of the stress position that's just a rope around whumpee's neck.
They can stand, they're not choking or anything. IT's not even that tight. But the longer they stand the more exhausted they get. But they just...can't sit down. Pass out form exhaustion and you start choking.
It's so simple but so elegant and effective to completely exhaust and frighten someone. Especially when you account for whumpee's irrational fear of tripping over nothing while holding completely still kicks in. Is whumper watching them? Will they help whumpee stand again if they fall? How long will they be stuck like this???
How does whumpee feel leading up to the execution, before it arrives at the location? Dread? Denial?
Why is whumpee being executed?
What physical state is whumpee in? What clothes, what wounds, what last meals (if any for all)?
What does the crowd feel, if there is one? What's the atmosphere? Are they excited to see a villain felled, or does whumpee represent their interests against the executioners?
Which of whumpee's friends are there for its final moments? Which aren't? Do they stage an escape attempt?
Does whumpee get last words? Why or why not?
How is whumpee being executed? Is it painful? What does whumpee feel?
What are whumpee's final thoughts and emotions? What sensations does it feel last, whose eyes does it meet?
Where's the execution site? What does it look like as whumpee is in it? Is this different from normal?
How do the executioners feel about killing whumpee? Reluctant? Gleeful? Solemn? Bored?
What does execution feel like?
Does whumpee go to an afterlife, if applicable, or does the story end with their death? What's the afterlife like?
• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.
• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...
• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).
• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.
• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...
• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.
• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.
• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.
• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.
• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.
• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.
• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...
• Memory gaps and not knowing what happened while you were sleeping.
Big scary living weapon whumpee following around their little old lady caretaker ready to defend her with his life on her trips to the grocery store after she saw him sitting in the rain and brought him in for tea.
He’s at least two feet taller than her and built like a tank, meant to fight and destroy and kill but she just politely asks if he’ll carry the big bag of cat food to the car as she’s “not as young as she once was”. He carries the cat food and doesn’t feel sick to his stomach following orders any more.
She retired years ago but still keeps up her errands, writing letters and playing cards with her other lady friends, all of whom coo and fawn over him (after their initial concern) and he becomes the recipient of many a homemade craft. His closet overflows with grandma sweaters and his bed is layered with quilts, and it’s the first time he’s been surrounded by such softness and warmth. And they never have to worry about having some big strong man to help get their Christmas decorations out of the attic.
He calls her Miss and ma’am, as if he was afraid of her name, while she calls him honey like it was his name. He likes it better. There were no bad memories tied to “honey”, only those of tea and cookies in her mismatched kitchen chairs and walks down to the park when the weather was nice.
They look an odd pair everywhere they go, but she simply tells anyone that asks that he’s her son, and slowly it starts to feel like it. She mentions that she’d always wanted a son (or daughter, she wasn’t fussed really), and doesn’t the universe have such a funny way of making things happen? He swallows hard and doesn’t mention that he’s always wanted a mother too.
Wolf hybrid who is sooooo excited to experience his bunny hybrid partners first heat. So excited that he vastly underestimates just how horny bunnies are in heat.
He's expecting his cute little bunny partner (you) to cry and beg for his knot. Which you do and he knots and cums inside you twice but then right after his knot deflates you look up at him and go "Again?"
He's a little tired but he can't say no to you...
Until it's the sixth fucking round and you're still bouncing on his very overstimulated cock. He knows it's very bad to interrupt a bunny while they're so deep in heat but he might just pass out and you're so lost in the sauce you might just keep going if he does.
He needs to think of a way to satisfy you that won't literally kill him. He gets an idea and reaches for his phone. It's really embarrassing but the best thing he can think of at that moment is to open the group chat, aptly named "The Boys", and hastily text:
Wolfdog hybrid who was surrendered time and time again due to his behavioral issues. Who could not stay with a family more than a few weeks.
The shelter tried to beg you to rethink adopting him. He was a lost cause they said. Not only did you not believe them, it made you even more determined to adopt him.
Wolfdog hybrid who genuinely expected he would be sleeping somewhere outside. As he always did. His brain genuinely shortcut when he realized he was given his own room in the house. Although he would rather eat glass than admit your kindness got under his skin.
Wolfdog hybrid who doesn’t speak much. He will mumble a “thanks..” when you feed him. He would never admit how much he loves the food. It’s the best he’s ever had. He never expected you to go out of your way to cook nutritious meals suited just for him.
Wolfdog hybrid who slowly, but surely, will glue himself to you. At first he will just be in the same room, then he will sit closer and closer until finally he is nuzzled into you.
Wolfdog hybrid who will not sleep without you. At first he would sneak into your room and sleep on the floor, thinking you’d kick him out if you saw him. When you didn’t, even more, when you told him not to sleep on the floor and get in bed? He’s done for. Hugs you so tight to his chest, mumbling “mine mine mine”.
Wolfdog hybrid who will insist on watching you shower under the pretext of “what if you slip and fall and die?”. But he knows it’s more than that. He won’t scare you with it yet.
Wolfdog hybrid who jerks off until it hurts while nuzzling your clothes when you’re not home. He wants you so bad, but he also wants to be good for you. Doesn’t want to scare you with how feral he is for you yet. So for now, he settles. Whenever you’re away, he will take your dirty clothes from the laundry basket and muffle his moans with them while he strokes his cock until it’s painful to even get hard anymore.
Wolfdog hybrid who loves you so much and will make sure one day you will know all about it.
whumpee who just never really recovers. they live in a safe home surrounded by loved ones who they know theyre safe with, but they can't shake the paranoia and fear responses. everyone else thinks they've made great strides in their recovery, but they've just gotten better at hiding how they truly feel.
So. I have written all 10 of the alt prompts, ive just been hit with uni work so I will be a lot slower at posting them all. This one is not really edited so there may be mistakes.
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Warnings: There aren't major warnings for this, other than Viggo being an asshole?
Word Count: 2563
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Summary: They're at the hunters main camp, and still trying to hide Lex from the rest of the hunters. Lex knows that there is something up with Viggo but he reluctantly behaves himself.
Lex looked up at Viggo, from where he was crouched under a net. His wings ached from the needles in his skin. But Viggo leant down and placed his hand on Lex's face. "Oh he's perfect." He laughed looking up at the other three. "I have never seen a skyshadow in person. They are known to be some of the most cunning dragons. For you to have captured one." He looked at- who Lex knew was Ivan. "Join me in my chambers later. We have much to discuss."
He took a glance at the three. "I assume, that as Krogan has his own dragon. You don't mind if I was to take this one. The species would not sell high, as they have a tendency to… be untrainable. I tried once. But I rather less customers who are unsatisfied with my work."
Johann scoffed. "I have never heard of a skyshadow. But. I suppose it would not hurt our main goal. It would provide useful if we were to have two of you in the air."
Lex growled, putting on a show as Johann approached, he snapped at the hand. "Never seen a feathered dragon quite like this. I suppose you will figure out how to harvest these feathers." Lex growled again, turning into hissing and spitting at the man. Until Viggo placed his hand on his beak again.
"Calm yourself." Lex hated that he put up with it, and calmed down. All he wanted was to bite Viggo's hand off. But at least. This way he lived. "I will, but these feathers are known for stopping arrow fire. Do not assume it will be easy, or even sell for much. These feathers are tiny."
Lex swished his tail, and he could feel the manacles as they started to be placed on his legs. Viggo had told him that it would take a week, and then they would be off. Just a week of training.
A week of being a dragon.
Viggo didn't know that Lex lost his human instincts when he was a dragon for too long. Or. Viggo was counting on it.
Lex snarled, as he felt someone approach from behind them. His tail snapped back as his feathers fluffed up. Staring at the face of Ryker he flattened slightly.
"It seems your dragon is… behaving."
"He has been surprisingly obedient when training. You may pet him. He will not bite, if he knows what is good for him." Lex looked up at him, but held back any spite as he walked over to Ryker, and stood still as the man placed a hand on his beak.
He hissed softly as Ryker pulled a tuft of feathers from his cheeks. "You are right. He is tame. I am surprised with how well you hid the wounds"
"I have to keep him in shape seeing as we will be flying today. Krogan and his flyers are away. It is the safest time."
Ryker eyed him suspiciously. They had not trusted each other, not since the spat. Where Ryker had lost his left hand, but at least they knew the weaknesses of their plan. Next time, Hiccup would not be lucky.
Viggo didn't look as if he was effected, but Lex nudged him in the leg. He hated to turn his back on a hunter, but walked next to the man as they walked to where the saddle Viggo had made was. Lex held back every instinct in his to run, as he felt the metal start to dig into his scales. He hissed, not bit, just to tell Viggo to lighten up. But before long, and to Lex's despise. He was saddled.
"Sounds like he still has spirit."
Viggo smiled as he walked around Lex. "Not for long, not for long I promise you."
Lex didn't know what words to believe as he lowered his head, and allowed Viggo on. He hated flying with people around him. To fly with one. On his back. Every urge was to shove him off. But Lex didn't want a sword in his throat. So he took off as the rider pushed forward. He would have thrashed- but he could feel Viggo's sword at his side. He snarled at Ryker as he flew past.
Lex hated having people direct him. Each time he felt a yank on his side or a command, he wanted to not listen. But he knew better than that. Viggo protected him, and Lex didn't know why. So he had to listen to find out.
Until he couldn't hear Viggo, he rushed through the next set of rock pillars, and looked around for him. He hated how he felt like a lost pet, diving through the rocks as he looked for Viggo.
Who was standing, on a rock ledge with a grin on his face. Lex scowled as he flew towards him. "It is useful that I have no need to train you on your recall. Nor did I have to warn you that escape was futile." Lex landed on the top of a rock pillar and glared at Viggo as he dismounted. "Good boy." He cooed, as he started to fix some of the feathers that were misplaced from the flight. "Now. Lets see if you can dodge." Lex snarled as Viggo mounted him and forced him into the sky.
Lex whined as he lay on the ground. He could feel his dragon soul taking over, and everything felt blurry as exhaustion weighed on his bones. "I suppose that may have been too much work, for your first time flying with a rider." Lex wanted to snarl, his first time flying in a long time. It had been what Lex assumed was a month, since Viggo had taken him into the lair of the hunters.
"Now. Lex we are to get you back to the cabin."
Lex looked at Viggo and hissed lowly, flopping onto the floor. He didn't have the ability to switch. Not at that moment, and it didn't take Viggo any time to realise this. "I suppose I will keep you in my cabin either way." Lex glared as he lay on the floor. "I will collar you. Get off the floor." Lex growled lowly, there was no one around. Ryker was busy. The riders were off the island. But. That didn't mean that Viggo would take him misbehaving. He rose to his feet, following Viggo. He didn't miss the way that Viggo kept on scratching at his face or seemed to be bothered by the scarring. But Lex hadn't the ability to feel sympathy as he lay down next to the fire place in the hut.
His wings ached from the flight, and as he heard Viggo snapping commands at him, he couldn't even be bothered to lift his head and glare at him. Instead he lay there, motionless apart from his breathing. Viggo kicked his side and Lex just puffed up smoke. He didn't even snap around to fight him.
Now. Lex knew that it seemed like submission. His human mind knew that. But he just curled up next to the fire. Viggo, sick of the behaviour sat down next to Lex's head. Lex growled softly, he didn't want to be bothered to do anything. But that didn't matter. "You did well." Viggo spoke and Lex did turn to glare at him. "You behaved a lot more… reasonably. Than I assumed a person such as yourself would." Viggo hummed as he placed a hand at the back of Lex's head. Lex hissed, but instead of pressing down. Or fighting him. Viggo just smoothed down his feathers. "We are not enemies." Lex snorted, and Viggo just looked at him questioningly.
"How long will it take to convince you. I have yet to hurt you, and the exhaustion from the flight is the worst that you have suffered here. Do not look at me like that." Lex grumbled, and Viggo started to scratch below his feathers. Lex hissed- before he realised it actually felt nice.
Lex fluffed his feathers up, and Viggo opened his mouth to say something as Lex glared at the door. Viggo looked back as Krogan opened the door. "The dragon now takes a place in your cabin." He scoffed, and Lex had to hold back on growling as he was poked with a spear by Krogan. "It seems childish to allow this behaviour."
Viggo stood up and Lex spun around. His eyes focused on what Krogan would do. He knew how to trust Viggo to a point. But the other dragon hunter…
"It is good to be prepared Krogan. If I was to house him in the stables, I would not want to wrestle him out of a cage if we are to need to leave immediately. But unlike your dragon, he behaves." Viggo spat, "I have no need of dragon proof metal to keep this one under control." Lex wanted to bite Viggo. But maybe what he was saying was right, with the fact that he just stayed lying down. "He wont even burn down my cabin by accident. He stays, behaves, even when I don't take young ones captive to keep him in line."
Krogan let out a sigh. But he did not fight Viggo on it. Instead he looked around the room. "Johann wishes to have a meeting in the mess hall. Bring the dragon. He will want to see what you've done with it."
Lex snorted, the only show of defiance that he knew he would be allowed with a dragon hunter watching them. Viggo was a dragon hunter- but. Viggo was right. Lex behaved. He shouldn't. But Lex knew the consequences, and there was no way for him to leave. As Krogan left, Lex got up and nudged Viggo's hand. Viggo huffed. "You are an incessant reptile." Lex scoffed, and head butted him. If it was the mess hall. Then maybe Lex would get the chance to steal food. The one thing that he would get away with, while misbehaving.
Viggo jumped onto his back and Lex growled as he fluffed his feathers up. "Would you prefer a saddle?" Lex hissed as he left the cabin. He hated the pressure of a saddle, it pushed his feathers down, and it scratched at his scales. But it was safer when flying. At least. For Viggo.
"You know where the mess hall is I presume." Lex snorted and took off into the sky. Viggo pressed into his back wasn't the worst feeling. Maybe he would let Viggo get away with it. But he dove down, too fast, to the mess hall. He could feel Viggo's annoyance as he dug his hands into Lex's feathers. But Lex acted innocent as they landed and Viggo got off his back.
They haded inside, and Lex kept watching as Viggo limped slightly, he seemed to be tired. Like Lex. Something was wrong. But Viggo would have never said anything about it. Lex just stayed close to him, almost a crutch. Viggo stared at him. There were questions in his mind. But Viggo chose not to ask them as they walked up to where Johann, Ryker and Krogan were.
Lex hissed as Johann walked over to Viggo. Lex glared as he lowered his head and Viggo waved him down. "I am surprised you got the reptile under control. Are you certain he is one of these… untrainable beasts?" As Johann got closer, Lex snapped at his hand.
"Snow. Stand down." Viggo hissed and Lex glared, but stopped snapping as Johann started to pull at his feathers. "I have had men try to train him. But it seems that he only listens to his master. I have tried to prevent deaths from happening, and as such I will be the only one handling him."
That was a lie. But, Lex kept it believable. By snapping at any hands that even dared to come close. When they were sat, and discussing plans that Lex didn't even bother try listen to, he would keep bumping his head into Viggo. There was something wrong with him. But Viggo didn't listen to him. Just pushed him down.
"It seems that your dragon has something to say." Krogan remarked and Lex hissed. "Very hostile."
"He is being a bother. It is of no matter. Go get food dragon." Lex didn't want to leave Viggo's side. Not when there was something wrong that the hunter refused to admit. But when Viggo kicked his side, Lex went off.
Lex took a chicken off of the table of some of the men, more Johann's men over Viggo's. But the hunters just threw things at him as he stalked off, and sat in the corner. Watching the events unfold as he ate the chicken. Viggo was off. Lex had been with him for what was a month. But he had never acted like that. So Lex refused to take his eyes off of the man. He wasn't worried. No that would be insane. Lex hissed as a man approached him. He wasn't blind. But the man didn't seem to care and Lex whipped around, snarling at the man.
"He is very aggressive when it comes to food." Viggo muttered as Lex realised that it was Ryker who had approached him. "Drop it Snow." Lex puffed out smoke as he lay back down. Relaxing slightly as Viggo started to brush his feathers down- no. He wasn't meant to relax at Viggo. But.. he couldn't help but feel reassured by the action.
It wasn't working. Lex would deny that whatever Viggo was doing worked. But maybe… it had.
He continued to pull the chicken apart as Viggo stumbled back. Even his brother seemed to have noticed the walking. So. Lex reasoned that if Viggo showed weakness, Lex would be killed along with Viggo. So he rushed up to Viggo. Not caring about the half eaten chicken in his mouth, and he nudged his head under his arm. Lex hissed softly and Viggo only glared at him for a moment before Lex pretended that it was his way of showing affection.
"Snow. Get off." Viggo hissed, playing along. Or at least, Lex assumed that the man knew what Lex was doing. But Lex just continued to nuzzle into him. "Snow." When Viggo was sitting down, and hissing at Lex, he pulled back. But stayed at his side, sitting next to him.
"Now the beast is joining us. Of course." Krogan scoffed.
Johann narrowed his eyes. "The meeting has been concluded Krogan. You are free to sit elsewhere."
Krogan walked off, as Lex continued to watch Viggo.
"It is a fascinating beast." Johann commented. "I am sure I could get--"
"Johann. I have tried. He will kill men if they attempt to handle him. The buyer will not be satisfied, and his feathers are too valuable to have him put into a dragon fight ring." Viggo muttered as his hand found Lex's feathers, starting to discreetly scratch at the skin.
At least… that made it clear that Johann wasn't going to try to steal him. With the warnings, he would back off.
Lex just needed to figure out what was wrong with Viggo.
okay so I have a personal Discord server where I sometimes write stuff, and apparently I wrote this over a year ago and just... don't remember doing so ??? so uh. have this ! its a little drabble about the first time kaey died, I guess
warnings: death & reanimation, medical experimentation
the first time he dies it's an accident. he is restrained to a medical table, an array of needles and machines hooked into his right arm. he doesn't know what any of it is, and even if he could ask he would never get an answer. alsksey is watching from a chair in the corner of the room, fingers steepled to his lips, as several people in white lab coats putter around kaey, checking the various machines. it was just another round of experiments, something he was unfortunately used to. but when one of the doctors turns to kaey and carefully injects him with a needle full of opaque liquid he hears a voice resound through his head. something isn't right.
above the flourescent lights flicker, and suddenly kaey feels like the air has been sucked from his lungs. his skin is simultaneously icy and burning, vibrating, aching. body siezing, he gasps, trying in vain desperation to pull himself free of his restraints. there are tears in his eyes, but no sound escapes him. squeezing his eyes shut, he reaches out for the shadow. make it stop.
his wish is granted. his eyes open as he draws a final, ragged breath into lungs that do not fill as they should. aleksey is on his feet, demanding answers, the attendants in a flurry to provide them. they don't know what went wrong. then aleksey is shouting, berating them, telling them they cannot allow him to die. but before they can move to try and revive kaey the lights in the room flicker and go out, the machines going dark. the darkness around them is oppressive and thick.
after a few moments kaey gasps, consciousness returning to his eyes as the lights of the room slowly flicker back to full brightness. his whole body aches, and the air in his lungs feels stale and cottony. when it dawns on him that he has just died he chokes, tears burning at the corners of his eyes, though he fights to deter them knowing aleksey watched.
but as the doctors scrambled around him, checking his vitals, trying to understand what had just occurred, aleksey does the unexpected. he goes to kaeys side, leaning over him carefully, gaze searching him as if he will find an explanation. kaey shrinks back, wincing at the feel of the man's hand on his arm, and watches him warily, uncertain of what response he can expect. reaching out, aleksey wipes a tear from the corner of kaeys eye and smiles down at him, cups his chin. "it's alright. you've done something extraordinary." he says with a smile, and kaey automatically fears the look he sees in his mentors eyes. he knows what was to come.
"I know this is strange, but don't worry. we'll come to understand the nature of this gift... together. I promise."
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