trapped in prison

How To: Develop Your Characters

I think we’ve all been in the situation where we want to write about a specific character but have no idea how to approach it. For some reason, despite them being your own character, you have no idea how they would act or what they would say in a certain situation. Sometimes, if you even write about your character(s) at all, when you read it back they seem fake or 2-Dimensional. Unrealistic, if you’d prefer.

In this post, I am going to give you some exercises to get past hollow characters and help develop your writing. 

1) Empty Their Pockets

Pretty simple. Think of what your characters would have in their pockets on a day-to-day basis. It doesn’t have to be anything super extraordinary, of course. Just start writing some everyday items down and think about whether your character would have these items in their pockets. 

Let’s take a look at one I did for my characters earlier. (sorry that just sounded like something from Blue Peter)

For example:

Character A’s Pockets Contained:

pack of gum, empty pack of cigarettes, library card, NOKIA brick phone

So, here a few things you can tell about Character A simply through the items in their pockets. They visit the library often, meaning that they probably have a high interest in reading (this also could be a sign of intelligence). Judging by the fact Character A has both a pack of gum and cigarettes this could indicate a potential smoking habit, chewing gum is a known way for helping people quit smoking. The pack of cigarettes could show that they are not very good at restricting themselves and could in fact be addicted and finding it hard to cope with smoking. Finally, the NOKIA brick phone shows how they may want to feel connected to people or want to allow their friends/family members/whoever to be able to contact them but have no desire to get the latest model of phone or perhaps believe that having such a device would distract them unnecessarily. 

When doing this exercise, think about key objects which portray certain details about your character! Try not to overthink it too much, write whatever comes to mind and put it down on the page! After writing down a couple objects, go back through them and feel free to edit out items you think are unnecessary or add items which you think would suit the character. 

2) Go Through Their Daily Routine

Again, another easily explained exercise. Go through a regular day in your character’s life, try and do this exercise as if it was happening before whatever events occur in your story or novel. This way it makes it easier to understand your character before they met a secondary character in the novel or before whatever events happened in your writing which may affect their routine. You don’t need to include every single detail in your description, just brief notes or key events which occur during their day would be fine. You can make it as short or as long as you wish, maybe don’t just do it for one day in your character’s week perhaps do it for multiple days. 

Does their routine change during the week? What time do they wake up? What time do they go to sleep? Are they punctual with going to work? Do they do any other activities outside their day-job? These are the kind of things you may want to ask yourself when writing it. 

3) Give Them Fears/Phobias

Everyone fears something: whether it be a phobia of spiders or oblivion, everyone has a fear. Giving your character a phobia makes them seem more realistic, it allows your reader to easily relate to your character.

However, just having a phobia for the sake of it doesn’t help develop your character at all. If you give them a terrible phobia of snakes and they come across a snake and suddenly within moments are able to get over their fear just like that, it’s not a phobia. It’s more of a mild inconvenience than anything else. The reader needs to feel convinced by their fears, they would feel more dissatisfied with your writing if they felt the character could dismiss anything and everything than knowing them being confronted by their fears could be a possible problem. Besides, it would give them no reason to motivate or encourage the character if they knew it was impossible for them to be defeated by anything. Still, this does not mean that your character has to be destroyed by their fear. There is a very big difference between simply dismissing your character’s fear and perhaps overcoming it in the future.

An easy way to write your character possibly overcoming their fear in the future is that when they first encounter that fear, add an element of chance or fate into it. For example, if a character were to move to get away from the creature which may be coming towards them; in the process of getting up, they could slip which could cause their legs to lash out towards the creature. The sudden movement may just be enough to scare the creature away, this way it does not appear to the reader as ridiculous or uncharacteristic courage but instead accidental bravery. This sudden revelation that the character’s horrible fear may not be as all powerful as they first thought could be the first step for them to slowly overcome that fear.

Don’t believe me? Let’s think about this for a moment. Imagine your character, let’s call them the Protagonist™, is stuck in a terrible situation. It doesn’t matter what the situation is but let’s say it’s something which involves them being trapped in a room with a snake. I’m going to give you two examples, both involving the same situation.

Example #1:

Protagonist watched with wide eyes as the snake slowly slithered towards them. The snake paused for a moment, it hissed lowly as it waited for Protagonist to move, waiting for the right moment to strike.  Not hesitating for a single moment, they suddenly realised how dire the situation was and jumped to their feet. Their heart pumping wildly as their body was filled with adrenaline, they were terrified yet they had to do something. Protagonist grabbed the nearest thing to them and stepped towards the snake.

“Get away!” They threatened, “Get away!”

Example #2:

Protagonist watched with wide eyes as the snake slowly slithered towards them. The snake paused for a moment, it hissed lowly as it waited for Protagonist to move, waiting for the right moment to strike. The blood in Protagonist’s veins ran cold as the snake grew closer and closer, Protagonist couldn’t move. They begged and screamed on the inside to move away, to get away as far as possible. They had lost all control of their movement, their fear had consumed them. They were frozen to the spot and could only watch as the snake widened it’s jaw, ready to bite down on it’s prey. It widened it’s jaw once, twice - suddenly, Protagonist gained back their instincts. Fleeing seemed like the only realistic option and seconds before the snake could chomp down on their ankle, Protagonist stumbled to their feet. They stumbled backwards into a puddle of water which had pooled behind them and their ankle rolled as they slipped, their legs accidentally lashing out towards the predator. The snake recoiled backwards in shock before deciding that the risk wasn’t worth it: it quickly retreated back to it’s nest, disappearing from Protagonist’s view.

Now, hopefully you see what I mean. I think we can all agree that the second example is a lot better than the first one. 

4) Create Their Flaws/Bad Habits

No one is perfect, this includes your characters. 

If you’re finding it challenging to think of any flaws, try to think of some bad habits. It doesn’t have to be anything so terribly bad that’s it’s illegal. Think simple when it comes to this exercise. It can range from anything between chewing their nails to swearing. 

It might help to try and develop these bad habits into possible flaws or weaknesses. If your character keeps biting their nails that might be a sign of nervousness or anxiety. So, creating bad habits might be a good way to show a certain trait your character may possess. 

Flaws are important as well. Let’s be realistic, if no character had any flaws then every single book we read would be filled with a bunch of characters which are exactly the same. Besides, what’s a hero without it’s villain? 

So, to give you a few ideas, let’s go back to superheroes. Maybe a hero is so set on doing the right thing that they lose sight of what they want? Perhaps it gets to a certain point where they can’t handle that hollow feeling inside of them that they grow arrogant, selfish or even stubborn? There’s a story for you right there. 

Not only that, by giving your characters flaws it is possible that you could work that into your story somehow. This way, not only will you get to show off your amazing character development, but it could also be an exciting point in your storyline.

Write down some ideas, think of flawed personality traits and just write them down! Try to write down at least five straight off the bat, for each one you don’t like you should think about why it doesn’t suit your character. You’re bound to find one flaw you’re happy with!

5) Write Some Scenarios

Now that you’ve developed your characters, go ahead and write them in your story! If you think you still need a bit of practice, try writing something about them being in a certain scenario. It could be anything from ordering their favourite coffee to being trapped in a prison: just write it! Try not to think about it too much, just do whatever feels write (I unintentionally made that pun but i’m not deleting it). 

It doesn’t have to be long either, just a couple paragraphs would be fine. Try to focus on body movements and interior thoughts, it would be ideal if your character was on their own in the situation: that way you can get to know the character on their own a lot better. No other characters means no distractions. It’s just you, the wonderful author, and your character - there is an endless amount of possibilities for you! 


Have faith in yourself too! Nobody knows your brilliantly developed characters better than you do, so here’s your chance to show them off! If you’d like a second opinion, write something about them and give it to a friend/parent/random stranger etc. to read! If they don’t want to, make them read it anyway! 

I hope this helps you all in developing your characters! 

Happy writing!

- jess

I'm disgusted

I honestly do not understand how Julie and the writers can be so okay with Bonnie’s character going seasons after seasons dealing with loss, torment, and hopelessness. What else does she have to endore for them to finally let her character be? When Elena comes back alive and she dies??
They had her grandma die, her mother and father killed, had her and Jeremy take turns dying to save one another, you had her be stuck in the prison world with Kai who hurt her, you had trapped alone in the prison world by herself where she almost KILLED HERSELF, You have her life linked to her “best friend” that if she wakes up at any point Bonnie DIES, you had Damon aka her best friend leave her and made her feel alone, and all the other things Bonnie endured in the 8 seasons of this show. Yet you have the one guy, the only guy that she really loved who was willing to TURN for her, to have a life with her they really did kill him off.
I don’t see how one can be okay with this?? How are they writing these storylines? They must be in their offices like “hmmmm how can we ruin Bonnie’s character this time? 🙃🙃🙃”
It’s disgusting and Bonnie deserves so much more! She deserves Happiness! She deserves Love!
WHY CAN’T THEY JUST LET HER HAVE THAT?!?!

Someone please take me to the alternate universe where the character of Anakin Skywalker is actually valued and not just viewed as ‘that part people fast-forward through to get to Darth Vader’. 

So I spent the last week in Prison.

It’s hard to put into words what I saw and heard from the women there as I listened to their stories, but I’ll do my best.

What I saw was faith that surpassed my understanding. Faith that was stronger than mine. Faith that trusted wholeheartedly. I can tell you with absolute assurance that I want faith like the inmates have. I want that freedom. I want that trust. Did you know that more than 60% of people in prison experienced trauma in their youth? Did you know that I’ve never met people who are more unwilling to blame their circumstances for the mistakes they’ve made. I mean if anyone has a right to blame their past for their brokenness, it was these women. They faced sexual assault, physical abuse, death of family members, addictions, and I even listened to a story of kidnapping. And yet, they would always tell me that they made the choices that landed them in prison. “I have only myself to blame” they would tearfully explain to me. But what really surprised me was this fact- they didn’t see prison as their rock-bottom. Prison was God’s divine rescue. They saw their lifestyles in the “free-world” as the real prison that had them trapped. Now is prison a good and happy place to be? No, absolutely not. But prison gave them hope, because it was a chance for change, for reconciliation, and for healing.

Well I’ll just share a little something with you- I am naturally skeptically of a supernatural God. I believe in God with everything that I am, but believing that he works in our world in another thing entirely. I just can’t see God at work the way others recognize so clearly. When I met these women this week, I wondered if God ever actually worked through miracles, or if people just made stories up because they wanted it so badly. But the inmates of the prison did not share my doubts. They are not afraid to ask God for what they need, and I have seen prayers answered in ways I never expected to believe happened. They told me of the worst life circumstances, and the desperate cry for help. Then they gave me the gospel. I was worried I would have to work on my evangelism skills, but I think I was the one being mentored this week. They told me of the anger, grief and guilt they carried for so long, and the supernatural shift to forgiveness and freedom by the blood of Jesus Christ. And I want faith like that Lord.

So here’s my question to all of you who weren’t at a women’s prison this week (10/10 would recommend)- what is your prison? What are you so trapped in that you’ve given up hope? Who can’t you forgive (it might be yourself)? Well here’s the good news- you don’t have to stay in that prison anymore. Let it go. I know you don’t want to, because I don’t want to give up my anger, guilt, fear, and grief either. It keeps me going. It’s familiar. I don’t know how to live without it. But here’s the thing, there is freedom in surrender. Even if you don’t know how, tell God that it’s time. Tell him that he can take away your burden. Tell him you’re ready for freedom.

It’s not going to happen overnight, but you can heal. You can break your addictions and you can turn away from your lifestyle. I’ve seen it happen. We can’t heal on our own, but God can get you through this crisis. I know because I trust that God answers prayers, and he does it supernaturally.

Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 3

A/N: I will edit this later, because my laptop is out of commission and I only have my tablet ATM! Enjoy! @sin-cake-finished-and-baked 

Previous Chapter II Next Chapter

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You backed up against the wall, watching them. Laurens raised his eyebrows at your reaction, standing up from his seat. He was towering over you, the angle completely different from what you remembered. You rubbed your eyes, trying to see if this was a dream. 

You noticed the library computer broken, your document probably erased. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, his freckles much more prominent than it used to be. Lafayette stood next to him, watching you. He tried to touch your arm, but you jumped away. You immediately regretted that, seeing his face drop. Mulligan stood up, and began walking towards you. You put your hands up, and he stopped immediately. 

“I…I-” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I can’t deal, I need a second.” You walked out, closing the door behind you. You sighed, leaning your back against the door. 

What the hell just happened? Your small friends became these huge, handsome men? Dealing with Hamilton would have been fine, but all of them? You felt your heart pounding in your chest, blocking out every other sound. 

Three Months Ago: 

You were cleaning your house, straightening up your room. As you organized your books, you noticed a small figure. At first, you thought it was a mouse. But on further examination, it had hair, and a green outfit on. Like something from the history books. 

“What…” You whispered, staring at it. The small figure turned around, glaring. 

“Took you long enough to clean this place up. Do you know how many dust bunnies I had to fight to stay alive?” He gestured to the red stain on his shirt. “I’ve killed many men, Y/N, but these things are much more vicious than that." 

You stayed silent, staring at the small man in front of you. "Oh no, I’ve gone crazy. I’m completely insane. My sister told me not to move here, but I didn’t listen. And now I’m a crazy lady with small men talking to her.” You said, rubbing your forehead. 

The man laughed. “Well, seeing Alexander Hamilton in front of you must be a shock. I mean, look at me.” He did a pose, and you grinned. And he’s a pompous asshole. 

“Okay, then, Alexander Hamilton, how did you get into my room? And why are you the size of my pinky?” He frowned, crossing his arms. You couldn’t help it, even though he was already annoying, he was cute. 

“I was having relations with a-" 

"Hey! No need for those details. How old are you again?” He rolled his small eyes, jumping down into your hand. You carried him to the desk, and he climbed off your hand, leaning on your coffee cup. He cleared his throat, looking back up at you. 

“You know, for being such a smart woman, you are quite the idiot. Just because I am small does no mean I don’t indulge in my desir-" 

"Okay, like I said, we’re done talking about your relations." 

"This is pertinent to the story, Y/N. But I can leave out the explicit parts of you’d like,” you nodded and he continued, “She gave me this small bottle. She told me that it an an elixir that would pleasur- help, me, rise to the occasion.” He smirked at his play on words. 

“I took it, and I ended up here. It was not a fun experience, I was terrified for the first few weeks." 

"You’ve been here for weeks? Why didn’t you come to me earlier?” “You had these ‘midterms’ that you were worried about, and I did not want to disturb your thoughts. It is hard to bring your mind into that pace, and I understand that if I interrupted you would have failed theses terms." 

For a jerk, he was kind. He smiled at you sweetly. "But now that we’re here, can I eat something? All I’ve ever had was crumbs when you were sleeping. You almost stepped on me once, you know. I was going to start a duel with you." 

"Yea, yea. See where that lands you.” You mumbled, walking to the kitchen. Hamilton jumped on your back, sitting in the hood of your sweatshirt. 

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”

After giving yourself a few more seconds to calm down, you opened the door back up again. They all stood there, blocking your way into the room. You cleared your throat. 

“Mind letting me through?” Mulligan pushed the others back, giving you a path. He was massive, his muscles prominent on the sleeves of his shirt. 

As you glanced at them, you noticed that they were wearing the doll clothes that you gave them when they were small. You went back to your seat, your head on your hands. The boys followed, sitting around the square table. 

“Okay, first off, how-" 

"You’re really beautiful, Y/N.” Laurens blurted out. You widened your eyes, a blush appearing on your cheeks. He laughed nervously, looking at his hands. “You were beautiful before, but seeing you now, it is even more shocking." 

Mulligan hit his friend’s arm, glaring at him. "Hey, stop bothering Y/N when she’s trying to talk.” Laurens rolled his eyes. 

“Here comes the jealousy again." 

"I told you, for the last time-" 

Lafayette sighed at the two of them arguing, looking at you with sympathy. You didn’t notice before, but his hair was curly, his facial hair trimmed nice. A part of you wondered how he kept it groomed, but that was not the problem right now. 

"Mon amis, Y/N is still waiting. Please give her the consideration to let her speak.” Hamilton laughed, looking at you. 

He had a goatee, which was trimmed as well. He wore the jeans and plaid shirt that you gave him. His arms were crossed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You are quite lovely, Y/N. Before, you were this giant that didn’t let me do anything. But now…" 

Mulligan stood up again, about to walk over to Hamilton. This time, you knew you would not be able to stop them without getting hurt yourself. "Hamilton, I’m going to kick your as-" 

"Guys, can we stop this testosterone fest for a second? I need to figure out how this happened, and I can’t if you keep on hitting on me and arguing.” Mulligan widened his eyes. 

“I’m sure we did not hit you, Y/N.” You rubbed your forehead. 

“That’s not what I, never mind. Just, just sit down and listen.” You grumbled at them. Hamilton shot Mulligan another glare, before sitting down across from you. Laurens sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked away from him, the stare too intense for you. 

“Okay, so how’d you guys become human-sized?” You glanced at Lafayette and Mulligan, “Maybe a little bigger than that." 

"It’s Hamilton’s fault.” Mulligan started. Hamilton rolled his eyes. 

“Here we go again.” “I told you to stop blaming him, Hercules.” You replied, frowning. He widened his eyes, beginning to protest. 

“Alas, it was the Caribbean’s fault this time.” Lafayette said, defending his friend. “While Laurens and myself were stopping them from fighting, Hamilton fell off the desk. We all ran to make sure he was okay, and he was gone. Laurens jumped down as well, and saw Hamilton climbing inside the computer. Laurens didn’t want him to get hurt, and neither did we, so we all followers him. It is interesting to see how much society has changed.” Lafayette commented. 

Laurens continued the story. “We found a red wire, and Hamilton touched it, shocking all of us. Immediately, we grew in size. And I’m sorry about your computer, Y/N,” he said, glancing at the broken parts, “We did not know.”

 Hamilton said nothing the whole time, looking at his hands. After he noticed the silence, he glanced up at you. He smiled innocently. “Yes, Y/N?" 

"I’m happy that the four of you are bigger now, but why did you have to go and look through things you aren’t supposed to? You could have hurt yourself, or have gotten yourself killed.” Hamilton looked at you, and eyebrow raised. 

“Ah, do you finally care about my well-being? You usually trap me under a glass prison." 

"I would now, if you weren’t huge.” You mumbled. “I heard that, you know." 

"We need to get out of this room and go home. We have to figure out why this happened and how can we send you guys back.” You said, grabbing your bag. Looking at the destroyed computer, you sighed. “How am I going to explain this to the staff?" 

"You don’t?” Hamilton suggested, standing up from his chair. “Let’s just go, and pretend like nothing is out of the ordinary." 

"I can’t just leave it like that, that’s rude and unnecessary.” Laurens grabbed your hand, pulling you out the room. You protested, but the other boys followed, quickly walking out the library. 

You were looked at strangely, but you ignored them. Laurens was walking the correct way to the apartment, and you wondered how did he know. 

“John, how do you know how to get back to my house?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling. 

“I leave when you leave sometimes. Usually in your hoodie, but I’m in your purse most of the time." 

"Laurens-!” Lafayette moved next to you. “It is true, Y/N. We have left the house more than once.” You shook your head at them. 

“I am ashamed of all of you." 

Mulligan sighed. "You know, you don’t have to hold Laurens’ hand the whole time.” You looked t your entwined fingers, and pulled it out quickly, seeing the disappointment on his face. 

Hamilton stayed quiet, walking behind all of you. You slowed down, meeting him side by side. Even though he was the shortest, he was still taller than you. 

You touched his arm, and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, Alex?” He nodded slowly.

“There’s just a lot to take in, as all. I am used to seeing everything bigger than me, and it’s strange to see you small.” He said, grinning. “But I don’t mind this height difference." 

You walked into your house, holding the door open for the boys. Once of your neighbors noticed you bringing in all the boys, and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He was one of the many nosy neighbors that you had, always trying to see what you were doing. 

To entertain his mind, you looked back at the boys, then at him. "We’re dating, polygamy you know?” You whispered, and he widened his eyes, closing his door in your face. You laughed, locking your door behind you. 

“Y/N? I think you need to see something!” Lafayette called from your room. You threw your bag on your counter, walking into the next room. The boys were standing around your desk, staring at the surface. 

“Guys? What’s up?” You asked, pushing past them. You looked down, widening your eyes. “What…?”

I’m kinda obssesed with this atla episode when crew watch a play based on their adventures and it makes me see that scene (in voltron) when Keith tells that Shiro is like a brother to him in a different light.

<Keith and Lance trapped in some prison>

Keith: Oh Lance! I’ve always been attracted to you!
Lance: Really? Aren’t you Shiro’s boyfriend?
Keith: Shiro’s?! He’s like a brother to me!

<Keith and Shiro parting before battle>

Keith: Shiro, I love you…Like a brother!
Shiro (showing thump up): And I wouldn’t have it any other way!

<both hold each other’s hands and gracefully bend one leg backwards>

Ghosts: Not Only Real, But Also Probably Stealing Your Boyfriend Right Now (Ch. 3/5)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10902909/chapters/24279546

Dirk/Jake/Brain Ghost Dirk I wrote for my wife @purplepurpleunicornsparkle

In which everyone yells a lot and gets down and dirty (but not like that) (just yet)

anonymous asked:

*whispers* do u have any trans isak headcanons

we never don’t have trans isak headcanons in this household!!!

  • isak is 13 when he discovers he’s a boy
  • he’s never really liked makeup, and his hair is stiff and awkward as it cascades down his shoulders
  • he thinks wearing dresses would be nice if he chalked up the confidence, but something about the stigma of femininity makes bile rise in his throat
  • his mother isn’t much help, either
  • she’s distant and buried in her religion, which isn’t a bad thing; whatsoever, really
  • she just thinks everything can be answered by the word of g-d, and isak doesn’t necessarily agree
  • he looks up to famous trans people in media, fearless with they way they represent themselves
  • marsha p johnson, a black trans woman so threaded into history, yet so missing
  • isak thinks that there’s bravery in leading a movement, especially if you’re double the minority 
  • he wants to lead a movement one day, too 
  • when he’s 15, he cuts his hair
  • his mother doesn’t ask and he doesn’t tell, and the boy figures it’s better that way
  • jonas is good about it, too. much more supportive than he lead on
  • he tells isak not to bind with ace bandages because he could puncture a lung
  • a lungful of blood is a quicker death than some wish for him, though
  • transitioning without testosterone is one of the hardest struggles he’s ever faced
  • he knows some transmasc people don’t prefer t or chest surgery or hormone blockers, but sometimes the dysphoria is too much to handle
  • so he does it his own way
  • he wears makeup sometimes, and big, fluffy shirts as opposed to his binder, especially when it’s hot and his ribs ache
  • his chest doesn’t bother him as much any more
  • at first, isak is scared about dating a cis boy
  • he doesn’t know how he’ll react to his…situation
  • it turns out that he doesn’t have to worry, considering even comes out to him as nonbinary a few months into their relationship
  • and it’s good
  • he has queer friends and a partner who loves him and he’ll be starting t soon
  • he’s excited, truly, but he knows that it won’t save him from his demons
  • testosterone or hormones don’t magically turn you cis, no matter how hard you try
  • isak doesn’t necessarily want to be cis, though
  • it’s better to be isak
  • May this season: *possessed by a ghost and driven insane, killed and brought back to life by youngest duckling, kidnapped by an evil robot, replaced with a LMD look-alike, trapped in a virtual prison for weeks, is a Hydra agent in said virtual prison and doesn't remember the real world, betrays her duckling but then once she knows better she saves+teams up with her duckling, then proceeds to help save Coulson and co. while trying to escape the framework*
  • May: I need to take one for the team

“Snow Flowers”, featuring my beloved Eisuna, sister of Kistra, disgraced highborne ice mage and later, devout priestess of Elune. Despite her gentleness, Eisuna’s magic was eerily potent. The only known daughter of Adoramaria, many were confused when she renounced the arcane and chose to become a priestess. 

“My greatest joy has always been the preservation of life. I never did mind to look at it sealed in solid ice, as long as it lived on. At some point, I realized that wasn’t really living at all. It was only…suspended; made into some pretty ornament meant to be seen, but not to act on its own, or even be aware of how it lay trapped in an eternal prison. This is not how anything should have to live…nor anyone.”

you know, even probably knew isak’s name before the first time they talked because he heard the boys say it more than once, probably fell in love with that name the first time he heard it, the first time he was able to associate it with isak’s face and the sound of his voice and the way he stood and moved. and he’d sit in his room sometimes, and he’d repeat his name in his head a couple of times. isak isak isak. until the word felt like a prisoner trapped in his mind and he set it free by whispering it out loud. isak 

Sleep

This is part two to Breathing which you can find here.

Imagine~ Kai getting into bed with you when he can’t sleep in the prison world.

The night was filled with cuddling and light snores and when you awoke you found yourself alone in your bed, missing the presence that once lay next to you.

Clanging echoed through the home and you realized Kai was most probably making breakfast like he did every morning before you woke up. You still didn’t know what brought him to your bed but you felt as if he didn’t want you to know so you didn’t ask.

After a while of simply thinking to yourself about the nights events, you pulled yourself from the bed, trudging downstairs like you did every morning. Except this morning it felt different, like something in the atmosphere had changed.

As you walked into the kitchen you saw a sluggish Kai, leaning over a pan of scrambled eggs. You coughed awkwardly in the door way, catching Kai’s attention.

He gave you a small smile before returning to his cooking; you were surprised he wasn’t speaking, considering usually he would never stop. So you decided to speak up first, in hopes it would break the awkward aroma in the air.

“Did you make enough for two?” you smiled, the silence that seemed never ending broken by your words.

He seemed surprised you were even talking to him, especially since he thought you would’ve found the night more strange than he did; even though he was the person responsible.

“Of course.” he smiled, placing the scrambled egg on a plate before putting more on another. You could tell he seemed tense and you weren’t sure if that was because of your presence or because of what had been on his mind the previous night.

The rest of the day was filled with silence and awkward pauses between the two of you. Even in your attempts to be normal with him he still seemed uncomfortable but you were unsure what to do about it.

~~~

It was a few weeks later and you and Kai had gradually returned to normal, or as normal so you could be. Kai still creeped into your bed every night and now it felt as if you couldn’t sleep without him by your side.

Until one day when it all went down hill.

Shouting echoed through the home as your voices boomed against the walls. You brought up his dark past whilst he brought up you dim future, trapped in a prison world for all eternity.

As the voices of the both of you became louder and the argument got more heated, you backed down. Even though you trusted Kai, you’d never seen him like this and in all honesty you didn’t trust him not to hurt you.

The argument was about something silly and you could barely even remember what you were shouting for. It must’ve been around 10pm when the home fell silent, you and Kai sulking in your own misery.

As you lay in your bed, your hair tied in a messy bun with red, puffy eyes. You hadn’t felt like this since you’d been sent here but even then Kai supported you, but now you were alone. Nobody to help you move forward.

After a while of brooding in your sorrow, you finally felt yourself begin to feel sleepy and you thought maybe you’d be able to survive one night alone.

But your mind started to wonder, what if you and Kai never sorted yourselves out? What if you had to spend an eternity alone and isolated?

Thoughts raced your mind and any form of sleepiness had completely diminished from your head. You lied in your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, completely unable to sleep whilst you were lost in your thoughts.

Little did you know, that just a few rooms away Kai was having the same struggle. He missed the comfort of you being wrapped around by his arms and wondered how he could miss something so little, so much.

But unlike a few weeks ago, he didn’t have the courage to enter your room so he too lay there awake, missing your touch.

As it grew later you realized it was almost impossible to sleep and you had no idea what to do about it. Ever since you’d left Kai alone in the front room, you felt as if a piece of you was missing and all you needed to do was stand up and find it.

Only to find it looking for you as well.

You built up the courage to slip out of your bed sheets and leave the room, your heart pounding in anticipation.

Slowly, you tip toed to the wooden door which you assumed a sleeping Kai would be behind. You rested your hand on the handle for a few moments, debating whether or not this was what you needed right now.

Gently, you creaked the door open, it letting out a loud screech as you pushed it open. Slowly you closed the door behind you, not letting yourself look at Kai just yet.

Gradually you turned around only to be met with Kai staring straight back at you, clearly not able to sleep either.

You gave him a small, nervous smile, unsure of his feelings about you being in his room. He returned it, and as he did you could see the glints of pain in his eyes, clearly struggling with his emotions without your presence.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his eyes glassed over. You slowly made you way to the opposite side of the bed, pinching the duvet and lifting it up slowly.

He budged over slightly, his eyes still burning into you, waiting for you patiently. As soon as you slipped into the bed, you could feel his cool rings against your waist.

Every negative thought that had once surfaced your mind slowly slid away from your mind. All of Kai’s violent and inhumane thoughts were suppressed at the simple sight of you entering his room.

He grabbed the bed sheet, pulling it further up to protect the both of you. As soon as he did, he pulled you into his embrace and you could smell the sweetness of his scent radiating off of him.

And that was enough to push you into sleep.

Tagged: @x-xrunnerx-x@psingh97

a/n: this wasn’t nearly as good as the last one but the last one was very descriptive and it’s difficult to build a story using that description xx hope you enjoyed anyway <3

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some stabs at @polygonfighter‘s “Bug Dead” universe, in which the spirits of insects persist in the netherworld.

there’s a spiderweb-mummy fly, and a bug who’s spirit has been trapped in the aluminum prison of a demon made of toxic miasma

The ant is probably my favorite, she’s taken on a doomsday-cult leader sort of persona after her sudden and painful death at the hands of an eldritch being beyond conception

You can probably guess what happened to the mantis, you could say he was bit by the “love bug”

the worm is a conglomeration of all the worms split in half by well-meaning people who think that makes two new worms. they are a motherly and forgiving spirit of the soil.

arranged marriage; jeon jungkook x reader

Originally posted by jeonify

description + foreword 

genre: fluff, romance, smut (not in this part, tho)

word count: 5.061;

a/n: this is going to have three or four parts; jimin x reader as well; has a few swear words, nothing violent; if you like it please let me know; lots of love and hugs;

DESCRIPTION:

Being forced into a marriage just because that kind of a link provided your family the exact amount of recourses needed for their business to become even more successful grossed the hell out of you, but you had to do it regardless of your liking and you knew that you had to do so since you were a little girl. Your father, a respectable and well-known doctor seated in the position of the CEO of his own hospital pushed you into an arranged marriage with the son of a wealthy politician due to his own greediness and enormous pride when you were only eighteen years old.

The scheme was pretty simple: you were promised to another family since you were just a teenager and when you hit the age of twenty-five, after you finished the medical college and got a job for yourself, you had to marry their son – because that was what your father desired, because your marriage could provide him political security and lots of money, coming from your father-in-law’s connections and influence.

When you found out about his plan, you provoked a ruckus within the first half of hour and exploded into an insane juncture of crying and screaming. You packed all of your things and ran away from home, only to be dragged back by his employees and to beg for forgiveness and ask for pity in less than three hours. If he wanted, your father could have made your life a living hell, and you were very much aware of his immense power and his complicated and damaged personality.

Liking it or not, you had to cope with the situation and you had to formally get married with an unknown guy about whom you knew only one thing, and that was his full name. Jeon Jungkook.

FOREWORD:

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