Flower And Tree Language Prompts:
Acorn: What would your character do if they lived forever?
Azalea: Who does your character wish would take better care of themselves?
Bay leaf: What gives your character strength?
Briony: What’s one time your character has helped a friend?
Cattail: Is your character at peace with themself? Why or why not?
Cyclamen: Who is someone your character has had to say good-bye to?
Daffodil: Has your character ever had unrequited love for someone? Have they ever loved someone but held it in for any reason?
Daisy: Four things that make your character happy.
Edelweiss: Describe a time your character has had to be brave.
Eglantine: Has your character ever had a wound or pain that didn’t heal?
Fern: Does your character have any magical abilities?
Foxglove: Has your character ever lied about something?
Geranium: What’s one mistake your character remembers making?
Gladiolus: What’s one time your character has stuck to their morals and convictions?
Honeysuckle: Who does your character love like family?
Heather: Who is someone your character wants to protect?
Ivy: Has your character ever thought about getting married? Would they like it?
Iris: If your character could send one person a message, who and what would it be?
Jonquil: Has your character ever confessed their love for someone? How did it go?
Jasmine: Whats one thing your character wants?
Kennedia: One thing your character admires in someone.
Kalanchoe: Is your character well-liked by their friends?
Laurel: If your character could be remembered for one thing, what would it be?
Love-lies-bleeding: Has your character ever done something even though they didn’t want to?
Marigold: Describe a time or reason your character felt jealousy.
Moonflower: What’s one dream your character has had?
Nightshade: What is a painful truth your character has had to face?
Nettle: What’s one person your character hates/dislikes and why?
Oak leaves: Describe a victory your character is proud of.
Oleander: What’s one thing your character should beware of?
Pine: What is something your character wishes they could move on from?
Poppy: What is something your character wants to forget?
Queen Anne’s Lace: If your character could pretend one thing, what would it be?
Quince: One temptation your character has had.
Rosemary: What is something your character will always remember?
Pink Roses: Who is someone your character has wanted to make happy?
Red Roses: Who is someone your character has truly loved?
White/Red Rose: Who is someone your character has found themselves cooperating with when they didn’t expect it?
Sage: What is one thing they have learnt?
Snowdrop: Describe a time they felt hope.
Tulip: Has your character ever been in romantic love with someone? Are they still?
Thistle: What’s one time your character has been angry and harsh with someone?
Utricularia: Five things your character likes.
Umbrella sage: Where does your character consider home?
Purple Violet: Are there any topics your character dodges?
White Violet: When’s the last time your character told the truth about something?
Wallflower: What’s one time your character has endured underdifficult circumstances?
Water-lily: What’s one quote from your character?
Xeranthum: If your character died right now but could have one wish for the world come true, what would it be?
Xanthoriza: What’s something your character has run away from?
Yew: What makes your character sad?
Yarrow: What would your character go to war over?
Zinnia: Does your character ever miss their friends?
Pink Zinnia: Who will your character always be friends with?
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DRABBLE PROMPTS
Cause hey, why the hell not.
Feelsy prompts
Darkness - My muse is on his/her death bed and fading fast, perhaps now is the time to right any wrongs and leave no words unsaid.
Apologize - My muse has done something to offend your muse, the guilt becomes unbearable but when the time comes to apologize, will all be forgiven?
Too Late - Your muse has passed away, but oh no! My muse had something big they wanted to tell you, it’s too late now…You’ll never know.
5 Years Time - Your muse passed away 5 years ago, my muse is still trying to get over your death, but what happens when something, anything comes along to jog your memory.
Remember when - My muse takes a moment to sit back and remember the good old times with your muse, its a shame those times could not last.
Now you see me - Now you don’t! My muse has passed away and is back as a ghost, watching over your muse as they continue with their life’s now they must decide whether to let go, or hold on.
Goodbye - My muse writes a suicide note, directly addressed to your muse.
Happy/cute prompts
Sunshine - Our muses make the most of the blistering heat to take a day off, beach party anyone?!
Walk in the park - Our muses take a relaxing stroll through the park on a warm day, there’s no harm in stopping to smell the roses!
How much is that doggy in the window - Our muses adopt a puppy from a shelter together.
Lucky - My muse sits back and takes some time to think about how lucky he/she is to have know your muse
Once upon a time - My muse reads your muse a story
Oh to be young again - Poof! Our muses are little kids again! Watch out world, toddlers are on the loose!
I’m scared - Oh dear, sounds like lightning! My muse just so happens to have a terrible fear of lighting, the only solution is to snuggle up in bed with your muse Or vice versa (Please specify!)
SOMEONE PLEASE SEND ONE I’M SUPER BORED
NAPOWRIMO 30 Days of Prompts
( If you happen to use any of these prompts, please tag me! I’d enjoy reading your work! :D )
Day 1: I am a poet.
Day 2: I own my flesh.
Day 3: Tell a lie.
Day 4: Love through letters.
Day 5: A thousand kisses deep.
Day 6: Monochromatic fears.
Day 7: You have 7 days to live.
Day 8: Glow in the dark stars
Day 9: Misplaced bones
Day 10: Write as if you are a body part.
Day 11: Wake the dead.
Day 12: Love bites
Day 13: I never think about ____ anymore.
Day 14: Find me.
Day 15: 7 Deadly Sins
Day 16: 3AM coffee
Day 17: Kiss the stars on her arms.
Day 18: ‘Last night—’
Day 19: What is your sign? Write about it.
Day 20: Galaxy skin
Day 21: What is tangled up in your heartstrings?
Day 22: A fight in a stairwell
Day 23: A forbidden desire
Day 24: Stitched the words into my heart
Day 25: Cross-hatched skin
Day 26: Artist fingers
Day 27: Holding up the universe
Day 28: Dig deep into your chest, pull out your heart.
Day 29: Converse with Monsters.
Day 30: Are my words poetic enough for you?
wash away
anon asked for: something domestic and kissy and fluffy
i. “A week? It’s seriously gonna rain for a week?”
Dean and Cas are huddled together on the porch of a hunter’s cabin in the Ozarks, listening to Sam’s reluctant voice on speakerphone. They’d had a quick weekend’s hunt, a simple salt and burn, and Sam had taken off early on the morning bus to Lebanon to start researching their next case, fully expecting Dean and Cas to get in that night. But the weather forecast has other plans.
“Not a week, Dean,” Sam sighs. “Just a big thunderstorm tonight and a few showers over the next couple of days. But either way, I don’t want you and Cas driving down the mountain in that weather.”
Cas turns to Dean. “I could just transport us to the Bunker now. We could return for the Impala once it’s safe to drive again.”
“No way,” Dean says. “I’m not leaving Baby up here all by herself. Hear that, Sammy? We’ll camp out here for the night and see how things are in the morning.”
“Good. You might want to have a few candles handy, too. Looks like you’ll lose power for a while tonight.”
“Oh, great,” Dean groans.
Drunken Evening - Larry
Opis: Harry kolejną noc po koncercie spędza na imprezie (niekoniecznie pijany), w końcu Louis robi mu awanturę, kłócą się. Harry w złości wyznaje, że imprezuje, bo jest zmęczony byciem zakochanym w Lou (bo myśli, że Louis traktuje go tylko jak kumpla), który go całuje i wiemy na czym to się kończy … +18!
Nagle naszła mnie ochota na napisanie go. Powaliłam się na łóżko z kartką i długopisem i w końcu jest. :) Ugh, powinnam się trochę spiąć z tym pisaniem, chociaż nie lubię tego robić na siłę. I nadal czuję wstyd, że piszę takie rzeczy, które są dość… żenujące. Dodatkowo długie to jakieś wyszło. o.O No nic…
Miłego czytania!~Swallow
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Tępy ból przeszył moją czaszkę, gdy wdarł się do niej trzask otwieranego przeze mnie zamka. Wrażenie było takie, jakby ktoś zdzielił mnie po głowie niewidzialnym młotkiem. Skrzywiłem się lekko, po czym pchnąłem drzwi naszego wspólnego mieszkania, uważając, by się nie potknąć, gdy przekraczałem, absurdalnie w tej chwili wysoki, próg.
Rzuciłem klucze na niską, masywną szafkę z ciemnego drewna, robiąc przy tym dużo hałasu, jednak byłem zbyt zamroczony alkoholem, który wsiąkł w mój mózg, by należycie się tym przejąć.
AGRON WATCHING NASIR SLEEP AND NASIR WAKING UP AND BEING LIKE WTF ARE YOU DOING. THX
Nasir stirs awake during the course of the night; the feeling of lying so close to another, strong arms wrapped around him, is far from unpleasant, yet also still new enough to be strange. He shifts, resettling himself against Agron, and blinks his eyes open, expecting to see Agron’s sleeping face. Instead, green eyes meet his own.
“Apologies,” Nasir murmurs. “I did not mean to wake you.”
Agron smiles at him—that soft, gentle smile that makes Nasir’s insides flutter treacherously, even half-asleep—and lifts a hand to Nasir’s face, brushing back a stray lock of hair. “You did not.”
Nasir returns the smile, automatically tipping his cheek against Agron’s hand, and then pauses, blinking again. “You were awake and watching me, then?”
“I—” Agron looks for a moment as though he’s been caught doing something secret, to be kept private even from Nasir. Nasir smiles at him, at once touched and amused, and Agron lowers his eyes and smiles again. “At times I yet find it difficult to believe you are truly here in my arms, and no dream.”
Nasir’s breath catches in his throat, robbing him of any reply he might make; in place of words, he lifts up on one elbow and leans over Agron, his unbound hair falling around their faces as they kiss. Agron lifts one hand to thread his fingers into Nasir’s hair and cradles Nasir against him with the other—exceedingly gentle, ever-mindful of the still-healing wound.
When the kiss breaks, Nasir nestles against Agron, his head on Agron’s chest. “Then let touch reassure you,” he says, smiling as his eyes fall closed. “And sleep.”
