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Prompts List

List of prompts that can be requested (w/ or w/o a requested person/character) - [most of these are prompts I found on pinterest in the writing prompts tag - will be adding prompts continuously] - Also, when requesting please take this into consideration:

1. “I apologise in advance for the inconvenience my murder is going to have on your life.”

2. “I hate you.”
“Why? I’m lovely.”

3. “Murder wasn’t on today’s agenda.”
“It’s not on anyone’s.”
“No, it’s on mine, just not until next Thursday.”

4. “Hold on, you died.”
“Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

5. “This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.”
“Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

6. “She’s crying, what do I do?”
“Go comfort her.”
“How do I do that?”
“Start with hugs.”
“With what?”

7. “What’s our exit strategy?”
“Our what?”
“Oh my god, we’re all going to die.”

8. “I’m going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles, and a bottle of vodka.” “Vodka? For the spell?”
“No, that’s just to make me feel better about ripping a hole in the universe.”

9. “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?”
“I don’t know, probably both.”

10. “I saved your lives.”
“How? By stealing our freedom? Our minds? Our identity?”

11. “It takes a very special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did.”

12. “I’m getting really tired of pretending I’m not evil.”

13. “Did you just agree with me?”
“Oh I wish I could take-”
“Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”

14. “It’s a long story.”
“You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”

15. “I regret a lot of things. Having this conversation tops the list.”

16. “I had a thought.”
“Oh no.”
“I swear it’s a good one this time!’

17. “FBI, open the door!”
“No. It’s cooler when you break in.”

18. “Do you think they remember you?”
“I sure hope not after what I did the last time I was here.”
“What did you do?”
“You’ll find out.”

19. “You look…”
“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

20. “You scared me!”
“Well, I am naturally terrifying.”

21. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

22. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.”
“You’re immortal, and I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.”

23. “You really have no clue who I am?”
“You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”

24. “I am way too sober for this.”

25. “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.”
“That’s what makes me so good at it.”

26. “I don’t think of you as a protector. More like a distraction.”

27. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
“Actually, it’s more like eight.”
“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

28. “If you could even comprehend where I’ve come from, you would be terrified of me.”

29. “I saved your life!”
“You pushed me off a building.”

30. “You know we’re not all born with the ability to throw fireballs, right?”

31. “How do we keep getting into these situations?”
“Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”

32. “Did you hear that scream?”
“Yes, I’m the one who screamed.”

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”
“What if I just break his nose a little?”

34. “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?”

35. “You’re-you’re crushing my spleen.”
“You don’t even know where your spleen is.”

36. “I’m no detective, of course, but I think this dead body might not be alive anymore.”

37. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.”
“Can I pick?”

38. “The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.”
“I almost died!”
“Ah yes, that was my fondest memory.”

39. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!”
“And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

40. “Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!”
“What do you want? A gold star?”

41. “I hate you.”
“Why? I’m lovely.”

42. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-”
“At least a twenty.”

43. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

44. “Seven billion people in the world, and you’re overreacting because we killed one man.”
“Seven. Billion. People. Now quit the complaining and drink your smoothie.”

45. “It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s definitely your birthday.”
“Give me a calendar. It’s not and I will prove it to – oh. Never mind. Happy birthday to me.”

46. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?”
“I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.”

47. “I can fix that.”
“I’m calling a professional.”
“I’m a professional.”
“A more professional, professional.”

48. “What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?”
“Those are children. That’s a school.”

49. “I have a concern.”
“Just one?”
“No, but I didn’t think you’d let me speak my piece if I told you how many I actually have.”

50. “Why are you glaring at me?”
“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.”

51. “If we die, I’m going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault.”
“That’s cool, I wouldn’t mind having company while being a ghost.”

52. “What are you so afraid of?”

53. “What is that THING in your backpack?”
“It’s my new pet dragon.”
“Dragons aren’t real!”
“Then why is there one in my backpack?”

54. “I hate the sight of blood.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t kill for a living.”

55. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

56. “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
“Oh god, we’re going to die, aren’t we?”
“It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.”
“You absolutely do not.”

57. “I don’t give a damn.”
“You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”

58.  “It’ll be easy. You just have to seduce them.”
“You’re kidding, right? I’m about as seductive as a cabbage.”

59. “You’re not as evil as people think you are.”
“No. I’m much worse.”

60. “That’s a terrifyingly accurate drawing of us.”
“It’s almost like I’m good at what I do.”

61. “You have no power over me.”
“You sure about that?”

62. “This isn’t good.”
“How can you tell?”
“See how they’re slowly surrounding us? And they all have guns and knives and I think one guy is carrying a machete?”

63. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Actually he’s right in front of you.”

64. “I’m not a thief. I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”

65. “I’m not completely human anymore. Remember that next time you want to punch me in the face.”

66. “Is that blood?”
“That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

67. “I never stood a chance, did I?”
“That’s the sad part – you did once.”

68. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

69. “I’m not going to leave you.”

70. “Everything is okay.”

71. “I’m going to protect you.”

72. “I believe in you.”

73. “Do you feel guilty? Like, at all?”
“I don’t have time to feel guilty. And neither do you.”

74. “Stop that!”
“Stop what?”
“Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

75. “What are you doing?”
“We’re being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen?”
“They didn’t say the fridge was off limits.”

76. “Is that a dead body?”
“It is. I can see it right in front of me.”
“I promise I’ll clean it up before dinner.”

77. “If we’re going to get out of here, we’re going to have to work together. After that, we can go back to killing each other.”
“Oh, fine.”

78. “That’s not funny.”
“I thought it was.”
“You don’t count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.”

79. “Do we need wine?”
“No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on.”
“But life is so freeing without them.”
“Pants. On. Now.”

80. “Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

81. “I feel like I’m being stabbed.”
“How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?”

82. “Will you be quiet?”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Well stop thinking so loud.”

83. “Did you get my note?”
“Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”

84. “You’re a psychopath.”
“I prefer creative.”

85. “Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me?”
“Because you’re in shock.”
“That doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.”

86. “Oh no.”
“What is it? What happened? Who died?”
“I think I just felt an emotion.”
“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

87. “When all this is over, I want my sanity back.”

88. “That’s definitely not true.”
“Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.”

89. “You forgot me.”
“It was an accident.”

90. “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?”

91. “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.”
“You are the WORST at this comfort thing.”

92. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

93. “Look, if you want to conjure some demon spawn from the great beyond, that’s all fine and dandy. Just wait for me to leave before you start.”

94. “Just calm down!”
“My leg just dematerialised and you want me to calm down!?”

95. “You know what they say, panicking burns a shit ton of calories.”
“Who even says that?”
“Me. Just now.”

96. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner, having another existential crisis.”

97. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream!”
“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t.”

98. “I need to go de-stress.”
“Where are you going?”
“To demolish the living room.”

99. “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

100. “I’m bitter and complicated. It’s one of my charms.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means. Or how to count.”

101. “I don’t know what the protocol is for revealing your secret identity so, hi? Surprise?”

102. You always think you know what you’d do when faced with the end of the world. Me? I went home and took a nap.

103. “Damn it, why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?”

104. “I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence. And I also really don’t want to.”
“Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore and guts.”
“You’re totally missing the point. Do you know how pissed I am at you right now?”

105.  “This way is more efficient.”
“This way is going to get us killed.”

106. “You’re not my favourite person today.”
“I’m not your favourite person on any day.”

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…


A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

Keep reading

The worst part about being with someone who everyone wants is that you’ll always have competition. Other girls are always going to flirt and try and god damn what happens when those girls are prettier and funnier and just more? You know that you have them, but baby for how long?
—  4am
Shawn's Tampa Q&A Breakdown
  • Shawn said he has a little bit of makeup on
  • Shawn said album 3 is coming next year!
  • A fan asked "if you could have dinner with anybody dead or alive who would it be?" and Shawn answered bob marley
  • Shawn likes pancakes more than waffles
  • Shawn answering the best & worst thing about tour! Best: traveling worst: being away from loved ones
  • Someone was calling a fan who was at the Q&A today and Shawn was like "Hello?" WHY IS HE LIKE THIS
  • "If a genie gave you 3 wishes, what would they be?" "I literally get asked that every Q&A"
  • Shawn's favorite theme park is Canada's Wonderland
  • Shawn's favorite Harry Potter is the 3rd one! ( Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban )
  • Shawn's mom and cousin are in Tampa with him
  • Shawn talking about the biggest impact on his music! (He wants his heartbroken one day) I hate him
  • Shawn was so clueless about the Harry Potter ride at Universal
  • Shawn said he wants to have made 7 albums and wants to do a tour just playing old songs
  • "when are you gonna collab with john mayer?'
  • "i have no idea, hopefully one day"
  • The most important thing to Shawn in his career is the shows!
  • "what cologne are you wearing?"
  • "i'm wearing a Gucci cologne, made to measure"
  • "I just watched the titanic for the first time the other day"
  • “the media always tries to tear celebrities down and how do you feel about that?
  • “I don’t give the media anything to tear me down about”
  • Fan : “what is your weirdest pet peeve”
  • Shawn : “i kind of don’t really know what my pet peeves are until someones doing it”
  • “what pre-show rituals do you have?”
  • “i try to pee like 10x and play an old Jimi Hendrix song through my speakers as we're walking to stage"
  • "When you posted your first vine did you ever imagine this would happen?
  • -I had no idea, I was just bored and it was summertime"
  • "Describe yourself in 1 word?
  • -Creative, I hope"
Pretending to faint when Seventeen scares you // reaction

You’re at the company building, trying to look for a Seventeen member who happens to be a good friend of yours. However, when they decide to scare you by coming out of a dark room, you fake a faint and pretend not to wake up. What would each member do?

Requested by @mymisstina . Thank you for sending in this idea! It’s super creative and I loved every second of writing this. Enjoy <3

You can request scenarios and reactions on my page if you wish :)


FINALLY A REACTIONS POST I CAN PUT THIS LEGENDARY GIF IN. Coups would probably be surprised to see you fall to the ground, but he’d laugh over it. When he realizes you haven’t moved since you fell, it wouldn’t take long for him to get super concerned. He’d kneel down and start tapping your shoulders and face while calling out your name a couple of times. If you don’t give him any kind of response, Seungcheol would want to carry you over to a couch before he can call anyone for help. But as you’re being carried, you start laughing and give up on your joke. Seungcheol would then pretend to drop you, making you scream a little out of surprise, but he’d still catch you and laugh in your face as he sets you down gently. “That’s what you get for scaring the hell out of me, y/n.”

Originally posted by the-ultimate-yehet


“I didn’t know you could be so dramatic,” he’d say when you fall to the floor and don’t get up right away. He’ll be too busy laughing and teasing you at first, not minding the fact that you haven’t said anything since you collapsed. “Okay, you wanna get up now?” he’d ask and get nothing but silence. “Y/n?” he’d bend down to check your face. Your eyes are closed and your face is relaxed. “Oh my God,” Jeonghan would freak out and start tapping your cheeks to wake you up. He wouldn’t delay in calling Josh on his phone for assistance. “Josh, come down to room 214 right now… yes now… I don’t have time to explain, just get down here, please.” “Hey, tell Josh I say hi too,” you say and grin up at Jeonghan, who is hovering over you. He hangs up the phone, smiles, and rolls his eyes before he gets up to leave. “TAKE A JOKE, JEONGHAN,” you chase after him as he heads out the door. He’ll get over it only if you do something ridiculous for him to pay him back like fan him with a palm tree leaf as he sips mango juice on the couch or some shit.

Originally posted by jeonghney-archive


Forget the joke. Josh would immediately kneel by your side and frantically look all over you to see if you were really not moving. “sHE’S REALLY NOT MOVING,” inner Josh would scream. He’d start shaking your shoulders and yell your name a few times. He’d come pretty close to crying if you keep your silence up long enough. He’s just super caring and concerned about you okaY? He wouldn’t know what to do after trying his best to wake you up so he’d call out for help from where he’s kneeling. If he gets no response, he’ll drag you over to a wall and sit you up against it before inspecting you again. “HA I GOT YOU,” you’d smile while he’s up close to your face. His eyes would widen at the surprise and his hand would clutch his chest in relief. “Thank God, you actually scared me there, y/n.” This prank is something he wouldn’t bring up again, but it makes a great story to tease him with in the future.

Originally posted by soohuis


Jun wouldn’t be convinced the moment you fall down, so prepare yourself for some hardcore patience-testing. He’ll probably be laughing at you at first like a some of the members would, but when you don’t respond to any of his actions, legit this guy will sit down next to you after grabbing some food so he can watch and wait for you to give up your joke. “Anyday now, y/n,” he’d smile confidently at you. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen, sixteen… “I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST WASTED A CENTURY OF MY LIFE FOR NOTHING,” you’d open your eyes and surrender. “Hold up, I timed it and it was…” Jun pulls up his phone timer. “oH look at thAt: seventeen minutes and two seconds.” “Shut up, Jun.”

Originally posted by wooziwithlove


Soonyoung is gonna laugh at you as you lie on the floor, assuming you were just exaggerating your own reaction to his scare. “I can’t believe it worked. You’re so weak, y/n…. y/n?” You aren’t moving, and your silence scares him for a moment. But after thinking it out, he smiles; he knows you’re up to something. “Hmmm, since y/n’s not waking up, how about I try some… mOuTh-To-mOuTh rEsUsCiTaTiOn??” WHY He’ll come super close to doing it, but will back out last minute and laugh in hesitation. “Okay this is where the joke sTOPS,” you give up in nervousness and Soonyoung dies of laughter. “I knew it would work,” he smirks. If you didn’t wake up, he probably would’ve done it, just sayingg

Originally posted by minghaon


He’d be frightened by sight of you falling to the ground, but most of his panic afterwards would be internal. “Okay, I don’t think that was supposed to happen,” he’d say to himself. He’ll give you a good shake on the shoulders. You can imagine Wonwoo saying, “uh, helloooo??” or “mm, are-are you okay there?” instead of repeating your name a billion times HE’S SO SHY N CUTE I LOVE. After checking your pulse on your wrist, he’ll rush to call up the last member he talked to for help. But before he can even call the member up: “I was expecting a little more of a reaction from you,” you say, disappointed, and surprise Wonwoo as you get up from the floor. He’d just smile at you and tell you not to do it again because it scared him a little more than he let on.

Originally posted by allfor-won


When you collapse, there’s no doubt Woozi will stare at you for a few seconds with that look (use the gif as reference lol). He’d think you’re just being overdramatic and would tell you to knock it off. When he’s greeted with nothing but silence, he’ll probably get a little concerned, but he still wouldn’t be fully convinced. He’ll shake your shoulder with a hand while saying your name. No response. “Okay, y/n you can stop now,” he’d nervously laugh. “Y/n?” Nothing. “Look, if you don’t wake up now, we can’t be friends anymore,” he’d say with a serious tone. Absolute silence. “Oh my God, nononononO,” he panics and grabs for his phone to call Seungcheol. “Hey, I’m a little late,” you make Jihoon jolt a little at the sound of your voice. “But can we still be friends?” Jihoon gets up from the floor and walks away, not saying a word. “JIHOON I’M SORRY IT WAS A JOKE.” “Don’t talk to me for a good week, y/n,” he’d respond. This sounds more angsty than I intended LOL Don’t worry. He’ll forgive you in a day or two if you do something really nice for him.

Originally posted by 12fools


He’d think he’s such a genius for getting to you that well, so the first few minutes would just be him laughing really hard. When he finally calms down a bit, he’ll realize that you haven’t woken up yet. His face will draw a blank as a he tries to tap your face but with no response. “You really fucked up this time, Seokmin,” he’d think to himself as he shakes your shoulders a little more violently. He honestly wouldn’t know who to call out of the other 12 members, so he’d probably call the member he called most recently. As he’s making the call, you scare him by taking a sudden hold of his wrist, making him scream really loudly into the phone. “We discussed this already, Seokmin. What did we say about randomly screeching into phones???” Seungcheol would answer his call and highkey wish he didn’t. He wouldn’t take the incident to heart. It’s just another funny joke for the two of you to laugh over in the future.

Originally posted by changkyu-n


He’d probably be laughing at first when you fall, but when he realizes you’re not getting up, Mingyu will crouch down next to you to check your facial expression. If your face is emotionlesss, he’d be the kind of guy to act all smart and check your pulse on your wrist and then your neck. Then an awful idea will hit him: “hey why don’t I just tickLE Y/N?” he’d say aloud to give you a warning. If you start squirming because you’re naturally ticklish, Mingyu is probably gonna laugh at you for failing ;; but if you’re not ticklish and don’t react at all, he’ll start freaking out and would immediately call leader Seungcheol for help. When you finally start breaking out in laughter and give up on acting, Mingyu won’t talk to you for a few hours, but he’d have one of those dissapointed/cute smiles whenever you try to apologize. Y’all will hug it out by the end of the day, I promise :)

Originally posted by mingyuwu


Minghao is probably not gonna believe you from the start. He knows everyone can pull a joke here and there, and this could definitely be one of them. “Okay, y/n, nice try,” he’d laugh. If you don’t fidget, he’ll start to get a little more annoyed and will most likely resort to kicking you lightly with his foot. “If you don’t wake up now, I’ll start kicking harder,” he threatens. “Y/n, I’m serious, wake up.” “Y/n?” “Y/N.” “HEY, WAKE UP. SERIOUSLY.” He’ll get a little nervous if you keep it up, but he’d eventually bend down to check your breathing. And when he hears your breaths, he’ll laugh at you. He knows it’s fake. “If you’re gonna nap here, at least let me join you,” he says as he lies down on the floor next to you. When you give up and tell him it was a joke, he’ll smirk and be like, “yeah I told you I knew it was fake.”

Originally posted by meowtaetae


Oh my God this boy will screaM at the sight of you motionless on the floor. He’d look around the room to check if anyone is present to help him. But when he realizes it’s just you two, he’s gonna get right into shaking your shoulders desperately to wake you up. Being the emotional guy he is, he’d probably start crying if you don’t wake up in less than a minute lmao. Seungkwan would be so caught up in his emotions that he’d probably forget to call someone for help for a little while rip you if this was actually real. When you finally wake up and tell him it’s all a joke, he’ll happily hug you at first, knowing that everything is fine. However, he’s definitely gonna hold a grudge over it for the longest time omf.

Originally posted by fabulous-girl-here


He’d be laughing when he hears you scream out of shock, but when you “pass out” on him, Hansol’s gonna have this “oh shit” look all over his face. It would take a few moments for what just happened to sink in completely, and then he’ll start taking action to wake you up. He’s probably gonna shake your shoulder with a hand first, and then say your name a few more times. If you’re really still, he’ll bend his ear down to your chest to check for any heartbeat/breathing sounds. He’ll be convinced you only fainted, so he’ll drag you over to a chair or couch himself before calling on someone to help him out. “BOO,” you scream while Hansol is busy phoning another member for help. He’ll jolt up and then immediately smile. He won’t be that mad, but he’ll definitely bring it up later on when he’s asking you for favors, like “hey, y/n get me a drink.” “why?” “remember that one time you pretended to pass out on me and almost gave me a heart atta-” “OKAY FINE I GET IT, YOU’RE STILL SALTY. JEEZ.”

Originally posted by sneezes


Our poor baby would probably be the most worried out of everyone (aka the most gullible one out of svt in this situation lololol). As soon as you collapse to the ground, Chan will lower himself to you and yell your name out a couple times right into your face good luck. If that doesn’t work, his real panic mode will turn on and he’ll just have this super worried face as he tries to think of other ways to wake you up. He’d be hesitant to touch you, but he’ll probably lightly tap your cheeks with his hand to see if you’ll at least move. He wouldn’t hesitate to call out to one of his hyungs for help if nothing was working. Chan would be shocked to see you wake up and laugh at him all of a sudden because he would’ve definitely thought all of it was real LOL. He might be a little mad when he realizes you faked all of it, but he’ll get over it quickly bc hEY YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY DIE ON HIM !11!!!1

Originally posted by 17-percent

The Recipe for a GREAT Story Idea




The World’s Most Famous Detective Stories plus Modern-Day London.

What makes these story concepts so intriguing, and so repeatable? 

 Yes, they’re genius ideas. But there’s a recipe you can glean from those genius ideas, one which anyone can follow.  And if we can follow it, we can create our own genius ideas. It has, unsurprisingly, two ingredients.

I thought of cooking, then I thought of Stitch baking a cake. 


Something timeless. Familiar. Well-known already. Your reader already has imagery and expectations attached to this thing. Take Cinderella for example. When I hear it, images pop in my head instantly: a glass slipper, a clock striking midnight, a pumpkin coach, a ball at a castle, a servant girl. Or how about boarding school? A huge ancient building, classrooms, kids in uniforms, dormitories, living at school with a ton of kids your own age. Mental images abound. And they’re most likely the same images for everybody. 

(I want that dress. I’ll wear it when I go to Barnes and Noble and I’ll throw books at anyone that gives me odd looks.)


Something new. Unexpected. Contrasting with that timeless imagery. Creating something one-of-a-kind, uniquely yours. Something surprising. We all have a lot of traditional expectations when we hear “Cinderella”, so when we add “Cyborg” to it, our brains start applying sci-fi to those expectations. Same with Sherlock and boarding school and all other examples. Our imaginations instantly start having fun, creating possibilities of what could happen in the story. Which makes us want to read and find out how those expectations are met. The ideas shouldn’t go together, but that’s what makes them work so well. 

It’s like this Remy gif:

Apart, the ideas, or “flavors”, are excellent. But when you combine them, things get infinitely more interesting. Downright magical in some cases. 


More than the delight and imagination sparking properties of these concepts make them work so wonderfully. Each ingredient is serving a distinct function. 

– One ingredient is suggesting STRUCTURE.

– One ingredient is suggesting AESTHETIC, WORLD, or TELLING METHOD.


Ask anyone to tell you the story of Cinderella, and they probably can. Everyone knows it. There are versions of it throughout the world. With boarding school, almost everyone knows the outline of a school year. Most people have a rough idea of how the revolution (or any revolution) played out. We instantly have a linear outline of events in our heads, no matter how rough or foggy. 


Witchcraft and wizardry. Modern-day London. Hip-hop. Cyborgs. When you hear these, they evoke possibilities of what the world of the story is going to be like. What it’s going to look like, feel like, how that story is going to be conveyed. And the “world” of the story is one of the most intoxicating parts of a story, that we really love. It’s one of the reasons we can read the same book over and over again; you’re in another world, a fascinating world, a world that can feel a lot more like home than your own. Give readers a concept of a setting they can easily imagine, and when it’s applied to that narrative, easily want to take up residence within.  

With “boarding school” you imagine school sports like badminton or soccer or that one where people slide rocks on ice. 

But when you add “wizardry” to “school”, you can imagine sports where children hurtle through the air on cleaning tools, while cannonballs try to smash into their heads.

Besides making your story timeless and unique, and far stronger for it, this also makes the concept of it highly repeatable. Because what happens if you surprise your reader, spark their own creativity, and delight them because of it? 

You’ve created something they actively want to share. 

The cycle of finding something you love isn’t complete until you’ve shared that thing with other people. It’s just how humans work. Just ask every person I have systematically infected with Hamilton. You’re not bribing, or bullying, or cajoling people to spread your story: they’re doing it of their own volition. Viral marketing is what you’re going for. The best kind of businesses are ones that “don’t require you’re time or presence” right? It’s the same with selling books. If you create something contagious, all you have to do is tell a few people. Then those people will tell other people, who will tell others, until you’ve spread a delightful bookish plague everyone is happy when they catch. You little plague rat you. Or plague flea, I suppose, would be more accurate. 

Oh, one more thing! This element of your premise can usually be summed up with a pithy little one-line of genius: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry or “America then, told by America now.”

Yup, squishing it down into one sentence makes it even more wildly contagious. 

So get that one sentence, sit back, and watch your story take over the world. 

C+ For Creativity: Part 2

With how well received the last part was I felt compelled to keep working on this. So here is the second part in this Logan angst. Hope you all enjoy this part as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3

Part 1

Word Count: 1,160

Pairings: Logicality

Warnings: Negative thoughts (Let me know if I should add any others.)

As Logan suffered within his own personal headspace things began to happen back in his room.

Patton jumped as everything shook a little, causing books and knickknacks to be tossed from their shelves. Each trait’s room was a reflection of its owner, so right now, Logan was not his usual calm and organized self.

Morality had to take action quickly. The room luckily was still offering its logical atmosphere to him. This allowed him to come to a quick resolution for what needed to be done. In a swift motion he scooped Logan’s still unconscious body up into his arms and sprinted from the room. When the two entered the hallway Patton heard a sound that sent shivers down his spine. He spun on his heels to see what had caused it and the sight only scared him more. One of Logan’s bookshelves had ripped itself apart and large shards of wood were now embedded deep into the floor; where Logan and Patton had been not seconds ago.

Logan’s room shook once more then the door slammed shut leaving the Moral and Logical trait in an eerie silence. Patton was trying to calm down from the fear that had just wracked his body. He could hear his own heart racing as it pounded loudly in his ears. His breath was coming in large gasps and it was hard for him to get the image of those wooden shards sticking up from the floor out of his head. Logan and him could have been erased from Thomas’s mind if he had been even a second slower.

With a significant amount of effort Patton forced himself to steady his breathing and focus on helping Logan. He closed his eyes and took slow controlled breaths, in for four seconds then out for another four seconds.

“This is just awful. Logan, I wish you were here. Everything is only going to get worse isn’t it?” He spoke out loud in a feeble attempt to get some kind of response from his logical counterpart.

No reply came as Logan hung limply in Patton’s arms. Letting out a loud disheartened sigh he walked down the hall and into the common area. He gently placed the logical trait down on the couch and sat next to him. Patton then maneuvered himself in such a way so as to have Logan’s head resting in his lap. He now took the opportunity to softly pet Logic’s hair as he waited patiently for Roman and Virgil to return.

Ten or so minutes later Roman returned with a somber expression playing upon his face. “Patton, things are all out of sorts with our dear Thomas. He’s acting like a child and seems to be fumbling in his ability to make coherent sentences.” The fanciful trait waltzed into the common area and took a seat across from Patton. His eyes dropped to look at Logan. He looked so peaceful, like he was just sleeping, but Roman knew some kind of war was playing out in the Logical trait’s mind. Please come back to us, Logan. We need you.

This news didn’t surprise Patton but it did add to his state of worry. “Where is Virgil? Did he stay behind?” He lifted his eyes and peered over at Roman who was bouncing a knee in a desperate attempt to distract himself.

“Huh?” Roman stopped bouncing his knee and snapped his attention back up to Patton. “Oh, yes, Virgil did indeed stay behind to look after Thomas while we try to get Logan back. By the by, did you happen to figure out what made Logan fall unconscious?” His tone held the hint of a deeper question but he didn’t want to openly voice those concerns.

“Actually, I have some idea. I think he was trying to give himself characteristics that are normally reserved for you, Roman.”

Roman’s eyes grew wide. “What exactly do you mean? We aren’t made to handle traits other than the ones already given to us.”

Patton cleared his throat. “Well, when we were in his room I found a chest with numerous glass bottles. The one he had drunk from was labeled Creativity. The other bottles were labeled Emotions and Anxiety. Make of it what you will. I think drinking the creative liquid had an adverse effect. I can’t say for sure though.” He paused and shifted a little. “His room almost killed us, we barely got out in time before everything ripped itself apart.”

The last remark caused Roman’s breath to catch in his throat. “What!? His room threw itself into chaos?” He suddenly realized what must have happened. “You know what? I think what’s going on is rather obvious. The creative drink must be having an opposite effect on him. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me. Other than disorganization what is the opposite of being creative?”

A moment passed before both Roman and Patton shared a look and said the words at the same time.

“Being useless!”


Logan had clasped both hands over his ears, as if that could stop the negative thoughts from assaulting his mind.

 ‘Look at you, PATHETIC! You should learn your place. You mean nothing to them. You’ll always be a useless know-it-all.’

No… Logan didn’t want to listen. He wanted to leave this area that felt so much like a nightmare. He wanted to take back what he had done.

 ‘You don’t solve problems, you just cause them.’

Stop it… He shook his head and clenched his teeth. His whole body had tensed as he gripped his hair. Even blatant disappointment from the others would have been more bearable than this.  

 ‘How could someone like you ever hope to be creative, you’re just a waste of space.’

“No, stop it, PLEASE! This… This isn’t what I wanted…” Logan almost screamed the words as tears started to stream down his face. “I only wanted to make Patton happy.” A choked sob left his lips. “That’s all I wanted to do… To make him a gift and apologize…” He fell onto his side and curled into the fetal position. His eyes were closed tightly and he was slowly rocking back and forth.  “Why did things have to go so wrong?”

Then, in a small act of pity, The darkness finally provided him with a moment of clarity. ‘Because, you tried to do the unthinkable, now you’re paying the price.’

Logan snapped his eyes open. So this is what happens when I try to be like the others? Well, at least now I know. However, It doesn’t currently assist me in getting any closer to a resolution for this problem.

“Patton, Roman, Virgil… Please, help… I..I can’t do this by myself. I’m not strong enough.” He was trapped in his own head and so desperate for someone to come to his aid.

A new onslaught of negative thoughts suddenly tore through his mind and he cried out once more.


Part 3

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Rich World-building and Magic the Gathering

So this is a post I’ve wanted to make for a while, but I decided to wait for Hour of Devastation to come out because a lot of it is based on Amonkhet block as a whole. Originally I was going to call it “Shallow Worldbuilding” and talk about how the worldbuilding since Battle for Zendikar block has been dissatisfying to me, but I decided to flip it and talk about when magic has done it exceptionally well instead. 

First I want to note that narrative and worldbuilding are obviously different elements of story. The kind of stories you can tell through trading cards lean heavily toward worldbuilding. It’s easy to show setting with magic cards, but it’s much harder to show things like character development, plot progression, twists, climaxes, rising action and all that stuff. This is why in general, second and third sets of blocks are less favourably received than the first, because the first set’s entire job is introducing you to the world. 

The story columns that go up on WotC’s website are probably better now than they ever have been before. I remember trying to get in to magic’s story back in return to ravnica, and finding a bunch of disjointed short stories giving snapshots into what life on the plane is like. This is something the cards already do, so using magic story to provide the core narrative is shoring up a weakness pretty cleverly. However, as the magic story columns got better, something happened. The worlds became less interesting, less real. Maybe it’s because they became more focused toward supporting the core narrative when creative got better at doing that. To show you what I mean, I want to talk about an example that did it right and one of my favourite worlds that WotC has ever made: Theros. 

I don’t hear that much positivity around Theros. Mechanically, I can see why the set disappointed some people, but creatively I see it as a massive success and it’s largely the measuring stick I compare future worlds to. The reason why I love Theros so much can be summarized in one card:    

Setessa, one of the three main poleis of Theros, is a Matriarchal society of adopted orphans that encourages it’s young men to travel around the world once they reach a certain age. I remember this because it’s such a strange and obscure fact to put into the world of a card game. It does not affect any aspect of the story and has no ramifications for Elspeth’s quest. But it does flesh out the world, and assure us of it’s depth. I remember Setessa, Meletis and Akros because they have distinct identities even beyond the colours they are attuned with. I even remember Asphodel and Odunos, the two undead cities that typify the different kinds of Noston in the world. I have some idea of idea of the life a person might lead in Theros.

When building a world for a story, your first job is to convince me that people live there. Whatever you do next - for example, destroying that plane and wiping out it’s people - will not matter if I don’t accept the verisimilitude of your world. Part of verisimilitude is obscure, almost illogical details like the ritual exile of young men from Setessa. This is not in the story for any plot-related reason, so I have to conclude it’s there because it’s part of what it means to be a Setessan, just the same as there is no logical reason for why we dress our children up like monsters and tell them to ask strangers for candy. 

Zendikar has a rich, believable world with a recognizable identity but Battle for Zendikar forgot this depth and unleashed devastation upon a populace that didn’t feel real for me, and left me unmoved. Innistrad is a masterclass in tone, but it is less a world than it is an aesthetic or a gallery of horror tropes and so creative can feed it’s citizens to all the eldritch monsters they want and I won’t care (okay, except for Hal and Alena). Naktamun is a name I had to look up even though the block it features in isn’t fully released yet, because it has roughly the identity of only one of the major cities in Theros’ setting. Why is this? 

For me it comes down to a lack of detail. Everything we’ve seen in Amonkhet about their culture is purposeful, and part of a very precise machine - both the diegetic (or in-world) machine of Bolas’ plot and the non-diegetic machine of Creative’s storyline. The amount of contrivances that Amonkhet’s setting has to jump through in order to make the plot work is ridiculous. The Gods are so easily manipulated that they seem scarcely more competent than a mortal - indeed, they are less astute than Samut is - and the city of Naktamun somehow has to survive in an isolated snowglobe. Now yes, everything is explained; the people of Amonkhet were left without elders to guide them and the gods were brainwashed by Bolas, so the city was entirely indoctrinated. Every single citizen can spend all their time training for trials that they die in because the annointed zombies take care of everything else. It all holds up to logic (a flimsy fantasy logic but still) but the end result isn’t really anything interesting. Naktamun has no artisans, no artists, no politicians, no history, no traditions or culture outside of the one forced upon them. Naktamun is a factory, a never-ending gym class, because that’s what the story required. The entire setting of Amonkhet is a means to an end, that end being Bolas gets an army. Was that worth it? You have to ask that question with every story-telling decision you make. You gave up the opportunity to craft a detailed fictional culture for the opportunity to give Bolas’ zombies a backstory. I would have preferred an Egypt set in a real, living world. Frankly you could tell me that Bolas somehow attained a zombie army off-screen and I wouldn’t question it, considering it’s just fine for him to brainwash and/or mutate gods off-screen just fine.

The creative team is really good at what they do and I have a lot of faith in them, but I’d urge them not to get lost in just tying up the loose ends of a plot. This is a cold and mechanical way to tell a story. Remember that the first and most important step is to populate your world with something we can believe in, and ask if what you are giving up is worth what you are getting in return. 

Finally I want to just throw back to the last time we had a rich, developed world and a solid core narrative at the same time by talking about Khans block. Khans of Tarkir is my favourite set and block because we got a world with ten distinct, well-rounded cultures and a rich history that we were allowed to experience. Khans block is when the online story columns started to turn around, so we had weekly chapters that kept us updated on the core story and snippets of the expansive, beautiful world of Tarkir from the cards. I remember the names of Tarkir’s river deltas, swamps, mountain ranges and monasteries. It incorporated aesthetics of Mongolian, Ottoman-Turk, Tibetan, Siberian, Persian and Indian inspiration without losing it’s identity to them. 

We wanted a return to Zendikar because it felt like we were escaping to a world of adventure and possibility. We wanted to return to Innistrad because it’s identity resonates so deeply. Kaladesh was wonderful because our first experience of it was the Inventor’s Fair, which was a beautiful example of the world’s culture. It’s the worlds you invent that keep us coming back. The Gatewatch are fine, but the real protagonist of any block should be the setting. I don’t care about the inner workings of an assembly line, and I won’t be clamoring for a return to Amonkhet anytime soon.

You're Just What I Needed ( Edward Nygma X reader)

Plot: Edward has been trying to find out who he is. But ever since you left he’s been having trouble concentrating. So he is determined to get you back, plus every good villain needs a sidekick.

Originally posted by riddlerbird

You jumped at the sudden noise in your apartment. Someone had broken in, you slowly clutched the pocket knife that was under your mattress. You always had to take precautions if you lived in Gotham. You heard the footsteps get closer and closer. When you saw the door open you lunged toward the intruder causing them to fall and held the knife close to their throat. You were shocked when you realized who it was. “Ed?” “Hello (Y/N). Could you remove the knife?” He said stretching to get out from under you. You sighed and got off and put away the knife. “ I have to say not the welcome I was expecting. ” he said rubbing his neck. “ You’re lucky after what you did.” You said as you both headed for the kitchen. Last time you saw Ed he was in a lip lock with someone else. While you two were still dating. With being as smart as he is he should have known that he should have told you instead of cheating. “ ( Y/N) I told you I was sorry. ” you snapped your head towards “ Really, why don’t you tell me again because I never heard you say that.” There was a long silence between you two. You then got the both of you a drink and sat down. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “ I’m not mad at you for loving someone else Ed. I’m mad because you didn’t break up with me properly. ” you sighed. He still looked at the ground in shame. Looks like your not getting anywhere with him. “ Ed why are you here?” “ I need help. I’m trying to be the person I was meant to be. And your the only person who I can think of who can help me.” You raised your eyebrows. Why would he need your help? He’s always been independent. Well most of the time. When you two were together you would murder together, but you were more of an assistant than a partner. “ Why don’t you ask Oswald?” You said taking a sip of your drink. He plainly said “ Well, I killed him. So he’s not going to be much help.” You almost choked at what he said. “ Oh sweet Jesus Ed. Why?” He then continued to tell you the story about how Oswald killed Isabella, so he had to kill him. In a way you understood, love makes people do crazy things. It made you go into crime with Ed so you saw the justice in his action. “ When people find out Penguins gone your the first person their coming after. ” you informed him. He knew that and he knew when it happens he’ll need someone at his right hand, he’ll need you. “ ( Y/N) I know what I did but that’s why I came here. Every good villain needs an assistant or a partner in crime.” He explained “ Do you have a plan or…?” You questioned he still hadn’t told you his true intentions. He explained his scheme that he was going to find the smartest and most creative people in Gotham and test them. They were supposed to be almost like a teacher. He was trying to become a real villain someone who can be feared. He was trying to get all the components in order to become the person who he truly was. “ Where do I come in?” You curiously asked. “ You my dear friend, like I said will be my assistant. So basically what you would do for me like we did before we… You know. You are the best at finding people you can help me find this list of people and we can rule Gotham together. So are you going to help?” He asked with a grin. You automatically said no knowing that this plan had a high probability of getting you both caught again. And you weren’t going back to Arkham just to have him leave you there again, while he gets to go free. “ Come on ( Y/N), trust me with this.” He pleaded. “ Oh baby you do not break into my apartment in the middle of the night and talk about trust.” You walking over to put your cup in the sink. You then started washing out your cup angrily. You then felt strong arms wrap around your waist. Your rate started to build up. At times like this you really hated emotions. He then rested his head on your shoulder and said “ If there’s any part of you that still loves me, I need you. ” he started to nuzzle his nose in your neck. You pushed him off of you, that made him angry. “ Let go of me!” You shouted. “ What’s wrong this is usually make up.” He said with his grip tightening on your wrist. “ Because this is what you do Ed you manipulate my love to get what you want. And it’s not happening again!” You said punching him in the face. Once you realized what you did you ran to your room and slammed the door. You could here him pounding furiously on the door. “ (Y/N)! Please! I need you, please! (Y/n)! I need you! I need you! I need you! I NEED YOU! ” he yelled with tears streaming down his face. But you still didn’t open you tried to go back to sleep hoping he would give up and leave. The next morning you were very cautious when opening your door. There seemed to be no sign of Ed. You started to go about your day until you looked over at your couch and saw a sleeping Ed on it. His clothes drenched in sweat and tears. The stains of tears still on his face, his hair a mess. He looked so… Helpless. You saw a pill box open on the end table, is he taking drugs? You asked yourself. He started to mumble and you rubbed his shoulder trying to slowly wake him up. “ Ed?” You said softly. “ I messed up.” He groaned. “ What do you mean?” You asked. He shifted a little his eyes still closed. “ I messed up with Kristen, Isabella, Oswald, and worst of all (Y/N). We always had each other (Y/N) and I then I messed up. I don’t know what to do. I’m truly alone and I don’t like it. ” These words started tugging at your heartstrings. “ I need her, I love her and I can’t stop loving her…” He said not quite awake. He started to fall back asleep. You started to cook thinking this arrangement over. Once you finished making breakfast you went back over to Ed and tried to wake him up. You rubbed his back and he slowly woke up. “ Hey.” You sighed with a small smile. You started to leave but you felt a tug on your wrist. “ I don’t want to lose you again (Y/N). I left and lost you so many times, I can’t watch it happen again.” He said giving you that sad puppy look. You sat down next to him and hugged him as you saw tears forming again. “ I’m sorry.” He whispered. And the whole world stopped. He had never once said sorry when he accepted his darker side. He had always been so proud that he couldn’t do it. Hearing it now he truly meant it. “ (Y/N) I need you, and for the first time in my life I don’t know what to do.” He said still holding on to you. “Ed I’ll help you. On one condition you told him breaking the hug. ” I am not the assistant. We work equally.“ You finished and stood up. He smiled and agreed. He went to try to kiss you but was stopped by your hand. ” Oh no Mr. We’re not doing this. We have to work back to that point in our relationship.“ you said lightly taping the side of his face. ” That’ll be easy. You and I both know that I can’t resist that big brain of yours and you can’t resist my charm. “ He said with that cute little smile. ” You’re a cocky one Ed.“ You said handing him some food. ” Only for you.“
Creators On Tumblr

Tumblr is a really bad place for creativity and creators. It creates an atmosphere of expectation, there’s a lot of times where pressure to create reduces creativity. It is filled with hateful people who get away with persistently sending hateful messages to creators. It is filled with cruel comments and harsh criticism. It is creativity draining sometimes, it can suck the soul out of you given enough years. 

If anyone is wondering why so many writing blogs are closing down, deactivating, not creating anymore the answer usually is that tumblr does not inspire creativity after years of it and that people with busy lives decide that what’s best for them is to move away from that. Which is most certainly true in those cases, sometimes people need to focus on their own lives, on themselves, and get away from the pressure of creating. 

With Angela not currently creating new content please accept that. Please appreciate that she has run the blog for over 2 years, that the amount she has created, the work and time and love she’s put in is immense…and that when you don’t feel creative or inspired there’s not much you can do. That sometimes you need to take a step back.

Running a big creative blog is tiring, and as sad as it is when someone decides to take a step back, you’ve still got everything they’ve written before. You’ve still got those years you had with that blog and in many cases still can talk with those bloggers who are still there just not creating.  

Please respect Angela @alloftheimaginesblog don’t tell her to get someone else to take over the blog or complain. Let her have time to herself and maybe the creativity will come back, who knows? Just respect her decisions and the decisions of other creators when it comes to their blogs. It’s not easy for those bloggers to stop what they’ve been doing for so long either, but sometimes it needs to happen. 

Thank you :)

Dear Readers

Please Remember The Following

• Writer’s Block Is A Thing!

*It stunts any creative juice you have

*It can go on for a very long time, from one month to one year

*Sometimes you literally get tons of ideas, but you can’t put them into words, it’s frustrating

*I literally want to burst into a puddle of tears when I have it, so try to think what happens to other writers when they do as well

Don’t rush writers! We try our hardest to fufill your requests! But no inspiration means no words for you to read, and bashing anyone because of how long it’s taking doesn’t help! This makes us want to write, and then we force ourselves to, which doesn’t give you good content at all!

Now Dear Writers

*Remember that you are not horrible for taking breaks.

*You’re not a bad writer for having writer’s block, everyone gets it

*You are literally so important

*Your writing abilities make you special

*Don’t rush writing, you won’t give the best content you can

*Take as long as it takes to get that inspiration running through your veins again


I wanted to share this with you guys. Last summer I tried to kickstart my book. I put my everything into my kickstarter campaign. I had a flyer made and everything. My project was featured on several different blogs and I had a pretty fierce marketing campaign. I even paid for one of those kickstarter advertisment things where they will tweet and post about your campaign every single day. Despite all of that I only raised $671 dollars in 30 days. I was completly distraught. I was so upset with myself. I had all of these posters in my room and a stack of bookmarks,the only printout I could afford to produce were my bookmarks. I left my manuscript and all of my kickstarter stuff alone for a long time. I couldnt even look at it. I cant pin point when it happened but I decided to try agian. My heart had healed and I felt like I should try agian. I had no idea what was going to happen but I knew I would never know unless I tried. I learned from my mistakes and I relaunched my project on Indiegogo. Last night was the final night for my project and not only did I reach my goal but I raised extra money as well. I hope that anyone reading this who’s a creative person will gain strength from this. If you fail the first time,its ok! You can try agian! Regroup yourself,keep networking,keep trying new things and when you feel better try agian. You never know what will happen if you try agian. I did and now I’m in the process of publishing my first scifi novel as an e-book.

CSBB Artist Spotlight: seastarved

Today’s Captain Swan Big Bang Spotlight features @seastarved​!

What kinds of artwork do you make?

Manips, gifs and graphics.

What’s your favorite thing about creating artwork?

It’s soothing for me. It’s a way for me to be creative even when I’m incredibly stressed. I can’t seem to make words happen when I’m stressed out but photoshop is my little safe haven where I can mess around, make people make out and write little snippets of poetry or words and sort of combine them and try to tell a story that way.

What’s one of your greatest strengths when it comes to creating artwork?

Hmm, I’m not sure tbh. I guess, I like that I am confident enough in my skills as a writer to try and use those skills when I do more visual art as well? I like that I can complement both forms of art with one another, I suppose.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try your hand at, but haven’t had a chance yet?

I want to try making those incredible AU gifsets that some people make. They’re like little movies and I’m always so so in awe of how wonderful they are.

If you participated in the first Captain Swan Big Bang, what was the experience like for you? What are you looking forward to this time around?

I was a writer first time around and had to drop out unfortunately because my story got far too long–I’m still writing it in fact haha!– and life got in the way. But it was a fun experience! This time, I’m looking forward to making some fun manips :D

First Artwork:

Making that image was a labour of love :D I knew what I wanted it to look like and I would work on it between writing words for the story and I’m quite happy with the way it turned out, like Killian stepping out of the frame to take Emma’s hand.

Second Artwork:

One of my first more ambitious efforts. I like the layout of it? And I’m quite proud of that rose I got to bloom on there haha!

Third Artwork:

Because this is a redo of my first ever manip which tbf was a complete disaster haha! It’s not a very complicated piece of work. I have done so many more that are far more complex but this one holds a special place in my heart because it showed me just how far I’d come you know?

Check out seastarved on Tumblr - FFnet - AO3


ART SCHOOL | Q & A with Brian Donnelly (Toronto)

Toronto based artist Brian Donnelly paints and “unpaints” his portraits into something that is strange and eerie, yet beautifully mesmerizing: His portraits often start crisp and realistic until it is purposely obscured, deteriorated, and altered, using his own mixture of toxic solvents. Not only were we intrigued by his unique work that focuses on issues of human identity, self image and vulnerability, but also his process, his influences and what he has coming up for 2017.  We’re excited to chat with Brian in our newest Art School Q&A to find out more about the guy behind the melty faceless people! 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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Kpop Parents Connections #The4thMeeting #MarriageCounseling

Jaebum: Today will be a little different guys, I invited a special guest to moderate, and to instill us with sound wisdom, so that we can become better and stronger couples.

Heechul: I get paid up front for this right?

Jaebum: *turns red* yes…I already explained all of this in the bathroom this morning.

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Can I go home? I just remembered that i had actual important things to do.

Rap Monster: Woah!! I have a question! What were you both doing in the bathroom??

Jaebum: We were ju-

Heechul: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Jungkook.


Kihyun: Too soon bro

Sunggyu: *to Woohyun* What’s a Jungkook?

Kris: Can I change seats?



TOP: Wait, what?

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Please I’m allergic to stupid.

Heechul: Okay let’s get some order! Jaebum called me because clearly things haven’t been working out smoothly. I see that you all have a lot of issues, and we’ll use this time to go over a few and try to become more harmonious.

Jeonghan: Tbh, I’d appreciate it more if someone that could actually sing, in key, talked about being in harmony.

Himchan:*sniffs air* Did someone leave the stove on? I think I smell a burrnnn!

Heechul: Don’t come for me Chongham. When your little cutesy group breaks up in 2 years and you’re flat broke, standing in the center of Seoul with nothing but a cardboard sign and a dry weave from the Ren Collection, you’re gonna wish you were still on my good side.

Jaebum: Heechul pls you’re not helping…

Leo: I’m gonna get some coffee *leaves out side door*

Yongguk: *mutters* I didn’t get better for this

Woohyun: Speaking as the newest guy here, I’m really happy that I finally got to come to one of these meetings. I hear they’re always a big hit.

JinJin: Yeah I’ve only been to one, It was pretty neat. No complaints except f–

GD:WAIT A MINUTE! I thought this was an Idol parents meeting not bring your toddler to trainee camp. Who’s the tyke?

JinJin: that part….

Jaebum: *sighs* You all know who they are by now. Leave Astro alone! They are an important part of our kpop world, and they contribute greatl-

Kihyun: *coughs loudly*

Jaebum: *glares*

Kihyun: Sorry, I’m allergic to bullsh-

Heechul: IT’S TIME TO BARE YOUR SOULS! Let’s share our feelings and emotions. Jin you have been pretty quiet this evening, how about you go first?

Jin: Well, I like to think that Namjoon and I are fine. We and the children actually just won the Artist of the Year Awa-


GD: I cancelled an after party with Victoria Secret models for this so..

Namjoon: Dude, why are you trying to overshadow us? You told me that you were proud.

Suho: *checks face in compact mirror* I say a lot of things. Keep up or fall behind.

Jeonghan: *to Jinyoung* Isn’t that what happened to Exo?

Yongguk: I really could be doing creative during this time.

Hakyeon: Can someone tell me why am I even still here? Has anyone seen Leo?

GD: Yeah, he said he was getting coffee and never came back.

Kris: Lies! *readjusts overpriced cap* That’s the same excuse I gave Suho when I left him high and dry.

Jinyoung: *smirks*

Suho: Wait…wha-

Kris: *puts fingers to Suho’s lips* That was the old me hon, I’ve changed.

Woohyun: Wellll, Sunggyu and I are fine. Our family is really chill. We really get along and lov-

GD: Time out on the fluff stuff, let’s dig into the real deal.

TOP: *snorts* If only your lyrics rhymed as well as that sentence.

GD: If only your songs wrote themselves.


Himchan: I don’t know, why is it so hard for your rappers to rap?

Seungcheol: I’m going to go help Leo get some coffee. *leaves out side door*

MJ: I think we should go, and that maybe we won’t be coming back.

Kihyun: Do you mean musically or just physically?

JinJin: Physically

Kihyun: oh

Heechul: Shownu, you haven’t said one word all night. There must be something you want to say.

Shownu: no

Kris: I swear they let anyone be an idol these days. Back in my day you needed talent, brains, and pure will to make it!

Jinyoung: I’m going to just let that go.

Jeonghan: If only you would let your acting career go too.

Heechul: I give up.


Hakyeon: Neither did the JJ project but things still worked out somehow.

Namjoon: Jin let’s get some coffee too *leaves*

Jinyoung: I don’t even know if I should be offended or


Hakyeon: Suho, shut up, it’s been a long day. I’m going home. Catch you all the next time. *leaves*

GD: Come on Top. I didn’t bring you here so that I would have to drive my own self back. 

TOP: You brought me because you’ve been drinking out of a beer bottle in your sleeve the whole night and if you go to jail YG may kick you out of th *bursts into giggles* Sorry I can’t keep a straight face when I’m trying to relate to the lessers. *both leave*

Namjoon: We’re dipping out too. Apparently once you become popular you’re suppose to forget who your true friends were. *leaves*

Jin: When we become washed up has beens I’ll  bring cookies to the next one! *leaves*


Kihyun: Hey grandpa! Maybe you should start your own meeting and invite all the elderly!

Woohyun: Don’t give him any ideas, please. *guides Sunggyu out*

Himchan: We’re leaving, frankly I don’t even know if we’ll be back. We’re going through a lot-

Jeonghan: *calls out* Get a new sob story! This one’s getting old!

Himchan *clears throat* and we would do better keeping to ourselves for a while. Come on Yongguk.

Yongguk: Bye thanks for remembering we exist.

Shownu: See you next time. *leaves*

Kihyun: Jinyoung totally fax me over those divorce tips you were telling me about earlier *leaves*

Jinyoung: Will do!

Jaebum: WHA-

Kris: Suho let’s go, Vinnie is having a party at his house and i want to drop you off before I roll up with models on both arms.

Jeonghan: Can I get a ride home with y'all?


Jeonghan: Never mind, I’ll walk. *leaves*


Suho: WAIT! I CAN CHANGE BABE!! *runs after*

Jinyoung: I think I may actually hate them.

Heechul: Lol I do.

Jaebum: You can leave now too.

Heechul: *coughs* Where’s my money? I ain’t working for fre-

Jinyoung & Jaebum: Get out!

Heechul: Whatever, If You Do was better than Hard Carry anyway….and that’s not saying much. *leaves*

Jaebum: Wow look at us actually getting along and standing unite-

Jinyoung: Shut up, I’m still trying to find a way to poison you.

Jaebum: Your love is the only poison I need.


Jinyoung: Shut up.


On June 5th, I’ll be selling comics at a convention for the first time. This requires that the comics are printed. I’ve never printed Modus Operandi, or any other comic that I’ve made, before. In some sense, I believed that printing the work was a right that someone earned, and that I hadn’t - either there wasn’t enough of the comic, or it wasn’t good enough. I’m not sure what it is that spurred me to go ahead this time around.

I printed a fullsize test copy at Kinko’s, just to make sure I hadn’t fucked up the layout. I hadn’t. It’s fine. There are things I’d change if I had infinite time - I think the panel borders are too thick, for example - but on the whole, the colors came out well, and I haven’t got anything to worry about.

My friends were excited for me. It looks soooooo good. And I’m just. I don’t know. I’m this fountain of awkwardly averting my eyes. It’s not that I feel nothing at all. I feel something, but it isn’t excitement. I thought about it a lot today, as one does when they have a seemingly inappropriate emotional response to something. I’m not sure, but I think that feeling is mild grief.

It’s not grief like, oh boo hoo, I’m done with this chapter and I miss the creative process, I’ll never do that again. There is a lot more of MO to make. It’s - it’s hard to explain. This post is largely me trying to hash this out, so apologies in advance if what I’m saying doesn’t make much sense.

You know when something bad happens, but the situation is too frantic and demands too much of your attention/investment for you to deal with the emotional fallout of said bad thing that happened? When you’re said and done, maybe the gravity of that bad thing will finally hit you. You’ll grieve. You grieve not just over the bad thing, but over the fact that you couldn’t do it in the immediate aftermath of the event. 

It feels like that. Holding that comic in my hands was like, oh. I guess… whatever it is, is done now. Now it’s safe to grieve. Looking at it is both a connection, and deep loneliness. I don’t know what it is that I’m grieving over; I don’t think it’s the comic, itself. If anything, I feel like I am grieving with it, like it’s some kind of aid, if that makes sense. 

It probably doesn’t. 

That’s okay. I wish I could have… normal emotional reactions to stuff. You know? I recognize that I’ve come a long way in that I’m able to sort feelings out at all, but it would be so nice to print something I worked so hard on and just - be happy, be excited about it. Feel good. I don’t want to feel this way every time I print a chapter because I just unlocked some fucked up, hidden unresolved issue from childhood, or something. 

I’m hoping I can look at the real print copies in a couple of weeks and get a little delayed joy out of them. I hope some of you get some joy out of them, as they’ll be available at Olympia Comics Fest. Any extras will be available online after.

There: Chapter 1 (Bucky x reader)

Hey there lovelies, I hope your Sunday is going grand. I’m trying to write as much as possible and come up with new ideas. I’m really questioning whether I should continue with “Our Eyes”, but what do you guys think? Rest assured, I will be keeping up this one because it’s really working for me. I want to get some good fics out to you guys, I know they haven’t been that great lately, so I’m really trying to get my creativity flowing. Have a wonderful day, I love you all. xoxo

Description: You lost your world. You lost the love of your life. All by yourself, with nobody to support you. Your daughter would have to grow up never knowing her father. But what happens when Bucky comes along? Will you let him in, or will you push him away like everyone else?

Warnings: Depression



For two months you stayed in your house, the house you had shared with Pietro. Every single day you would get up, wake up Victoria, drop her off at the babysitter’s house, and then pick her up after she was already asleep at night. She was so little, she was only two, and she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why her daddy wasn’t coming home, why she didn’t see her mommy often, or why you didn’t even look like her mommy anymore. That was because you barely ate anymore, and over the course of the last couple weeks, you were beginning to lose weight rapidly. Your cheeks and eyes were starting to hollow out, and your once radiant and bright skin looked pale and lifeless. 

Seeing your daughter every day was like a dagger in your heart. She painfully looked so much like her father, and you couldn’t bear it. That’s why you sent her to the babysitter. Most days you sat in the bedroom you shared with Pietro and looked at pictures of you and him from when you two had started dating, up until the latest pictures of your little family. Some pictures brought up fond memories, and with every memory came tears. You cried yourself to sleep every night, clutching a piece of his clothing to your chest, taking in his scent. You feared that you would forget it, that somehow he would slowly fade from your memory, and that one day there would be no memory of him to hold on to. You were reminiscing in a life that you no longer had, a life that still included Pietro, a life where you were still happy.  

It was one of those nights when the pain was unbearable, but you had to stifle your sobs since Victoria was sleeping. As you balled up a pillow in your fists as you buried your face in it, your phone chimed. Through the blur of tears, you managed to see that it was a text from Bucky. 

F/N, talk to me. I want to be there for you. 

You sighed, wiping away your tears. Bucky had always been a close friend of yours, he understood your pain like nobody else did. He always seemed to intervene at the right times, just before you thought your world was ending. But, well, it seemed to have ended when you lost your lover a few weeks ago. The thing was, when he was with you, a little life surged through you and your mind didn’t distance so far away from you. 

Okay… I don’t think I can do it over the phone though. Can you come here?

You pressed send. You really needed someone to talk to, you just never wanted to admit it. Keeping all these emotions to yourself was putting a toll not only on yourself, but also on your relationship with your daughter. You had been detaching yourself from her because you didn’t want Victoria to see you this way, and because seeing her was a grueling reminder of what you had lost. 

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  • “I have no friends left.”
  • “Why do I do this? I hate it… I hate it so much but I love it even more.”
  • “My bones were shaking, I thought I was going to explode.”
  • “I’d been doing good until that point.”
  • “I even managed to take a shower.”
  • “We meet for all the wrong reasons.”
  • “I mean, she’s a sweet girl… as much as I’m a sweet guy.”
  • “Truer words could not be said.”
  • “I just can’t seem to focus on anything.”
  • “Then everything went wrong, just like it always does.”
  • “I fucking hate that shit.”
  • “I’m ok now.”
  • “Nobody would believe what happens inside my head.”
  • “I could have killed somebody.”
  • “I need a padded cell, I’m telling you.”
  • “This is life, like Burroughs or Kerouac, or Ginsberg… the ones who burn bright.”
  • “I really don’t care about anything.”
  • “I love that it’s so dark.”
  • “I don’t want to ever leave here.”
  • “He still owes me the $9,000 bail I posted for him.”
  • “I think it’s a fucking wig!”
  • “This has to work.”
  • “I can do it…”
  • “We have nothing to say to each other.”
  • “I just felt dead.”
  • “Last night was a bad one.”
  • “Dude, what’s on your hand?”
  • “What happened to me yesterday?”
  • “Between me and you, I guess I was in a bit of a blackout.”
  • “I didn’t say anything.”
  • “I have to pull it together.”
  • “I make myself sick.”
  • “I had nothing else to do so I figured why not?”
  • “I am so pissed.”
  • “She may be fucking insane, but she’s my girl!”
  • “If I see that dwarf, I’ll kick his ass!”
  • “It’s not cool to look too eager.”
  • “He’s the brother I never had.”
  • “Is this a crisis or a needed creative outlet?”
  • “I’m not listening.” 
  • “I’m really trying.”
  • “Let’s see what happens.”
  • “I feel like throwing up.”
  • “I don’t know how to stop thinking about it.”
  • “I know it’s not real.”
  • “This isn’t how I thought my life would turn out.”
  • “You must think I’m insane, but I’m not.

It’s 3AM but I wanted to do this so badly lmao

@itsnobbie tagged me in for this prompt:

 In a paragraph or less, create the most shamelessly generic male protagonist you can and a cookie-cutter plot to throw him in, then tag other creatives perhaps and see what the lowest common denominator is, in the fewest words or something

This is more than a paragraph (Nobbie’s was too!) because I just had so much fun n got carried away!

Feel free to read the Nobbies original here it’s so funny lol: LINK

IDK if I’m supposed to tag anyone but I’ve been seeing @brialavellan around lately so if you have time please join in on the fun!

He was her mark: the man she would, inevitably, fail to kill despite her judgment and years of training.

Like every beautiful stranger, he was tall, dark, and peculiarly handsome. Susan knew to keep her distance but despite her best judgment and years of training, there was something alluring about him– a quality some would call intense. She couldn’t help herself.

He had no friends no family, no pets, no nothing–just a little leather notebook sitting on his work desk. Inside, Susan knew, were drawings of his Mother.

It was time to take the shot, but Susan recited his file instead.

The Mark was nearly six feet tall, his hair was the same golden color of unplowed wheat, his eyes gray and heavy like clouds before a heavy rain. His skin was as smooth and white as porcelain glass. And of course, there was the scar–just above the corner of his upper right lip. It was faint, of course, but the scar seemed so foreign, so unfair and out of place, it was as though his maker frowned upon the beauty of his form and felt the need to take it.

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Useful Pt. 2

Creative got you on screen. Enzo, finds a way to get himself a match with Neville, that you can’t get him out of. You now have to travel with Neville too. What happens when you have a nightmare though?

Part 1

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Here is the next part in Useful. I was planning on posting this last week, but didn’t get the chance to. For that, I’m sorry and I’ll try to post again some time this week. I hope that you guys liked this part. The gif isn’t mine. Enjoy!

 After the first week, creative finally came up with a way to somewhat introduce you. You wouldn’t be in the ring, but the crowd would see the monitor anyways, so it didn’t matter. Neville approached a frown on his face. The camera focused on him first while he spoke. 

“You better have been able to do it.” He spoke and you sighed as the camera zoomed out. You could faintly hear the crowd start to chant. 

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