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Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:
You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
“You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
“Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
“My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
“I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
Your mom starts crying
you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
“I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
“I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
“You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
“We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
“I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
“I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
“The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
there’s no pizza in the fridge
You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
“…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
“But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of. You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’ What happens now?
You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
You’re in a room full of onions.
You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
“We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia. Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.
Aries mercury ~ the mind of mars learns through visualization; it is through action and motion that the senses are stimulated. mental explosions; ideas are immediately verbalized and the head is afflicted with pains from sensitivity and reactivity to the immediate environment; in extremity, this is war ravaging through the mental faculties. communicative abilities are direct, genuine, inventive, passionate, witty and immediate reactions are set-off in the light of the ego. a pioneering mind venturing onward inspirationally, pointing towards new beginnings
Taurus mercury ~ tree roots wrapped around the brain sprouting into blossoms; shows a grounded, firm, unchangeable, traditional, but obstinate mind like that of roots but also an artistic, poetic, youthful and musical kind of old soul like that of the angelic Venusian blossoms, that learns best through the worldly senses of taste, sight, touch, smell, and hearing, savoring life experiences with underlying nostalgia.
Gemini mercury (☿) ~ thoughts and words come and go breathlessly and as fleetingly as rapid heartbeats, matching the swift fluttering of butterfly wings and the quick godly travel of hermes. the mind is keen, curious, clever, intellectual, versatile and overly alert causing restlessness and inconsistency. The speech and approach to others is friendly, animated, humorous and lively, and the transmission of messages from this position reflects a mind driven by logic rather than intuition as well as an urgency for connectivity and an endless quest for learning. childlike wisdom rests here, where there is always a critical questioning of “why” and a constant activation of creative cerebral surges.
Cancer mercury ~ the mind is receptive, nocturnal, emotional, reflective, and is working through an instinctually subconscious level that reacts with immediate feelings. Reality is distorted in magical moonlight, casting nostalgia, moodiness, and nighttime paranoia but gifts the mind with imagination, mother’s comforting soul words and a psychic sense. the lunar mind learns well through absorbing and listening to others. the memories are coated with wistful and bittersweet emotions that come alive with every instant experience.
Leo mercury ~ the heart is intertwined with the brain, making the words true, lively, loving and passionate. solar flares endow the speech with golden words and the mind with creativity and a vivid perception of reality. The sun seldom has a shadow, yet it certainly does cast one; although this position is prone to being domineering, willful, and self-concerned, the solar spirit is proud, dignified, free-spirited, warm, idealistic and glistening with theatrical displays of creative radiance.
~ the cerebral nerves become focused in this earthy domain, yet there is an nervousness over detail; the eyes are equivalent to magnifying glasses that see what another doesn’t. The trickster nature of mercurial hermes burdens this position with repetitiveness, nitpick, fret and hypersensitivity yet blesses the mind with a thought trend that is cleverly witty, practical, alert, investigative, intellectual, systematic and analytical. The maiden’s voice is kissed with medicinal messages, where healing powers drip from their words and into another’s broken soul lining. The communication is swift and sharp yet shy and timid at first and the native learns well in any given environment if the concentration isn’t imposed with anxiety tugging at the nerves.
Libra mercury ~ the grasping of reality mimics the justice of the scales; there is an ability to detach oneself from emotional undertones, an internal urge to defend the weak-willed, and an ability to calculate the world through several perspectives. The judgment is clear, diplomatic, impartial and the mind is buzzing with dreamy idealism, aesthetic sense, and able to synthesize oppositions and disputes to middle ground if vacillation is overcome. Makes for a charming and witty chatterer, spilling Venusian sweet song for others to hear.
Scorpio mercury ~ the mind is powerful, sharp, and perceptive of all things unknown working as the master psychologist of the soul. thought course is intensely secretive, willful, intrigued, suspicious, fiercely acute, obsessive, over critical and possesses an intelligent sixth sense. holds unyielding convictions and uses interrogations and investigation to pierce through boundaries and delve into the matters of the psychological, metaphysical, occult and esoteric research.
Sagittarius mercury ~ the spirit has direct contact to the Superconscious through cosmic wisdom, treading through the waters of the universe on a dreamy pilgrimage, the mind filled with shooting stars. The currents of thinking and communication are expansive, moral, skeptical, insightful, inspiring and knowledgeable. The mind is often directionless, impatient and disconnected from the world but sincere, honest and filled with infinite understanding.
Capricorn mercury ~ the messages of hermes are filtered through the child of time where one is reticent in sharing ancient knowledge held firmly in the mind. Saturn weighs heavy upon the perception causing one inclined to intolerance, criticism of the self and others, and sullen sternness as well as an unwilling awareness of one’s own mortality, anxieties and fears. and yet through Saturn the fashion of thought becomes methodical, efficient, logical, disciplined, dignified, concentrative and ultimately crystallized, where the seagoat’s unrest becomes definite and clear from reaching the mountain tops, in due course spawning entry into the sky and beyond.
Aquarius mercury ~ the mind proves to be on a futuristic wavelength where one thinks outside the box, through the box, behind the box, between the box and so forth. There is a inclination to progressive societal matters, making the character good-natured, equal and universal. Uranian electrical currents presents the mind with surges of innovative concepts, intelligent comprehension, brilliant analysis, quick thinking, witty remark, and resourceful intuition yet may destabilize the mind with the spirit of the mad scientist, where ideas and perception are incomprehensible, offensively shocking, temperamental, fleeting and willfully intuned with one’s own perception as opposed to others.
Pisces mercury ~ perception of reality is seen through a dewy gaze beneath the sea’s surface, where the thought shift is molded into a beautiful mist of imagination, empathy, sensitivity, psychic receptivity, and adaptability of environment. The way of speech is poetical, wistful, and mysterious yet conversely, it is paranoid, misunderstood, vague and unclear. Reasoning abilities are not strong here as the mind works through the emotions and extreme instinctual receptors. Neptunian waters can fill the mind with wakeful dreams where one is inclined to escape into the subconscious womb and yet also creates a visionary trend, where one is inclined to hopefulness, compassion and unlocking healing powers.
Long ago, when time was new and all of history was still a dream, the gods ruled the Earth. Zeus king among them. Zeus created beings over which the Gods would rule. Beings born in his image. Fair and good, strong and passionate. He called his creation Man and mankind was good. But Zeus’ son grew envious of mankind and sought to corrupt his father’s creation. This was Ares
– the God of War. Ares poisoned men’s hearts with jealousy and suspicion. He turned them against one another and war ravaged the Earth.
So the Gods created us, the Amazons, to influence men’s hearts with love and to restore peace to the Earth. And for a brief time, there was peace. But it did not last. Your mother, the Amazon Queen, led a revolt that freed us all from enslavement. When Zeus led the Gods to our defense, Ares killed them one by one, until only Zeus himself remained. Zeus used the last of his power to stop Ares
striking such a blow, the God of War was forced to retreat.
C E T U S Use your new-found freedom to explore the bustling town of Cetus, and learn about its inhabitants, the Ostrons. This group of scavengers’ culture revolves around the grotesque harvesting of biomechanical tissue from long-dormant Orokin Towers.
Seek missions, storylines, and news from the workers, scavengers, women, and children in the town and experience how the ongoing war and the ravages of the Grineer have affected and shaped their lives.
I can't see the connection between the violent/insane Voldemort we see in HP and the one who, when at Hogwarts, could be seen as a good child [fooling even Ravenclaw].Of course he hadthe hatred in him, but I think before his downfall he had more control over himself and was probably much nicer to his DEs, in a way that made them truly admire their Lord. I think a lot of DEs got tired of his Potter obsession and even Voldemort himself in the end. What do you think about it and how it was for Sev?
I find Lord Voldemort one of the most frustrating characters in literature.
…because the presentation of him in canon is boring. He’s your basic villain whose egotism is his downfall, and who rules solely by power and domination. It’s hard to understand why anyone would’ve chosen to follow him, and by the second war, it’s clear that everyone falls into line solely out of fear.
I don’t care about Lord Voldemort and his flat nose and red eyes; I want to read about Tom Riddle, the powerless boy in the orphanage who learns that he’s got a talent and uses it in terrible ways to manipulate others.
I want to read about Tom Riddle, the boy who lived in Muggle London in the midst of the Blitz, who is terrified to go home and wants to stay at Hogwarts during the summer.
I want to read about Tom Riddle, the boy whose mother died. The boy who watched London be ruined by a Muggle war, ravaged by death and destruction. The boy who consequently feared death, and his quest to become immortal.
I want to read about Tom Riddle, and his life in Slytherin, and his life under Slughorn. I want to read about a boy who was once maligned who then discovers he’s a descendant of Slytherin, and becomes king of his house. I want to read about a boy who learns to stand with the purebloods, and manipulates them in the same way he did his fellow orphans.
I want to read about a Tom who inspires others. I want to read about a Tom who becomes powerful, and wealthy, and magnificent - and how others fall in line behind him. I want to hear his rousing speeches, and I want to see what seduced the likes of Lucius - Lucius - into crawling across the floor and kissing his robes.
I want to see how Tom cajoles and coerces, celebrates and rewards, punishes and admonishes. I want to see why so many were held in his thrall. Not just the Death Eaters, but the likes of the Black parents - those who initially agreed with what he said, but later didn’t agree with his methods.
We don’t get any of that.
All we get is a powerful but angry villain, who has one goal, and despite having a wealth of magical minions at his disposal, is terrible at achieving it. To me, his actions don’t particularly make sense. I know that can be explained away by the Horcruxes damaging his sanity…but it’s an unsatisfying narrative.
“Long time ago, when time was new
and all of history was still a dream, the gods ruled the Earth, Zeus king among
them. Zeus created beings over which the gods will rule. Beings born in his
image fair and good, strong and passionate. He called his creation “man”, and
mankind was good. But Zeus’ son grew envious of mankind and sought to corrupt
his father’s creation. This was Ares, the god of war. Ares poisoned man’s
hearts with jealousy and suspicion. He turned them against one another and war
ravaged the Earth. So, the gods created us, the Amazons to influence men’s heart
with love and restore peace to Earth. And for a brief time, there was peace. But
it did not last. Your mother, the Amazon Queen, led a revolt that freed us all
from enslavement. When Zeus led the gods to our defense, Ares killed them one
by one until only Zeus himself remains. Zeus used the last of his power to stop
Ares, striking such a blow, the god of war was forced to retreat. But Zeus knew
that one day Ares might return to finish his mission. An endless war where
mankind would finally destroy themselves and us with them. So Zeus left us a
weapon, one powerful enough to kill a god. With his dying breath, Zeus created
this island to hide us from the outside world, somewhere Ares could not find
us.” - Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons
Hmmmm, well this is a hard question. I love a lot of ships in Voltron, so… Well, I’ll divide this answer into two sections. The ships I would like to see in canon and the ships I am just generally fond of, lol.
Ships I’d be happy to see in canon (but I wouldn’t honestly be broken up if they didn’t happen. I don’t watch this show for the ships). These are mostly based on my own headcanons and are probably ships that most people don’t even think of, except for the first one.
Klance: I think everyone who follows me knows I love Klance, lol. Especially in the advent of season 3. They work so well together and they’re growing so much in tandem. I think they could have really natural romantic development that starts from a place of deep friendship and trust. From rivals to partners to friends to best friends to lovers. I love it. I can’t get enough of them to be honest. They learn so much from each other and work so well as a team.
Pigtor (or Lotidge, I just learned): Yes. You read that right. I don’t even think this ship has a name? I may have just coined it, hahaha (I’m probably the only person that ships it)! But if it has a name, feel free to tell me. In any case, it’s Pidge and Lotor. “But Skay… what the fuck?” Just HEAR ME OUT, OKAY?! I already think that at some point Lotor is going to switch sides. It’ll be difficult, but I do hope he’ll come over to team Voltron, maybe as a result of something traumatic or learning the truth about his parents addiction, etc, etc. And no, I don’t ship them at the ages they are now–Pidge is 15, c’mon. And Lotor is clearly older. BUT in the future, I have a headcanon that as Lotor tries to rebuild the war-ravaged Galra kingdom, which has fallen apart as a result of no longer being an empire, Pidge is around being the green lion and generally doing genius things. She’s inventing things, working on nature/quintessence research, being awesome. Anyway, she and Lotor see each other once in a while and somehow maybe end up working together. Lotor has always had a deep respect for her intelligence and passion for what she’s doing, and as he watches her, he begins to fall for her. Pidge reminds me a lot of Honerva and I kind of like the idea of their story mirroring hers and Zarkon’s. But unlike Zarkon, Lotor has more self-awareness and sees when Pidge might be getting a little out of control. He loves her passion, but with any resource in the universe at her disposal, she begins to get lost in her work. Lotor could encourage her, but when he sees that she’s dabbling in the dangerous parts of quintessence work, he pulls her back. His own parents were destroyed by such things and he won’t allow that path to be repeated. Pidge and Lotor have formed a pretty close friendship at this point and she sees his point, realizing her own errors. It’s probably a very dramatic part in their story, but yeah. From there things maybe develop more romantically. And then Pidge becomes Queen of the Galra and she and Lotor kind of become everything Zarkon and Honerva could have been, leading their people and doing great things with their research, but knowing from Zarkon and Honerva when something is going too far. This is a huge development for Pidge because, as she is in the show now, I’m sure she’s of the opinion that learning anything and everything is what’s right, similar to how Honerva felt. But I think that, through Lotor, she’d realize that while knowledge is powerful and should be exposed for all, there are also some things that are, perhaps, best left unknown. I also headcanon that Lotor is the only one that calls her Katherine (because I want that to be her full first name) because he thinks it’s a beautiful name. When they were younger, it annoyed the crap out of Pidge, but as they got older, she didn’t mind. Honestly, I love this ship so much. YOU CAN’T STOP ME! PIGTOR FOREVER!
Hallura: I read a fic where Hunk and Allura were together and I was like, “huh, that’s interesting…” And from there the ship just got better and better for me. And now that they’re both legs, I’m like “okay, so let’s have some Hunk and Allura development where Hunk is like ‘and this is how you do this move.’” And I just kinda want them to become friends because I think Hunk will become more calm and levelheaded as he gets older, and that he’ll be a good, steady presence for Allura as she continues her diplomatic stuff. Like, she’ll get back from a meeting and Hunk will just be there, ready to comfort her and de-stress her and I just really love them, OKAY?! Like, Allura being upset about her people and her planet and Hunk is just there beside her, saying nothing but being there and just… letting her grieve. I also think his sense of humor would be really good for her. I need Hunk and Allura development so bad…
Shiro/Romelle: Romelle doesn’t actually exist in the show yet, but I’m hoping that when the rebels get introduced, she’ll, like, be their leader or something. She’s from planet Pollux in the original Voltron, and I think was Allura’s cousin? Anyway, maybe the Polluxians are related to the Alteans, or maybe she is altean and is descended down from the lines of what few Alteans weren’t on Altea when it was destroyed. I don’t know. I just want her to be a badass rebel that saves Shiro and they fall in love. Maybe she’s a lot like Allura, but has a more battle-worn maturity about her, and maybe she and Shiro bond over that.
Sibling/Platonic!Sheith: I love sibling relationships, probably because I have a lot of siblings, lol. I love the idea of Keith and Shiro being half-brothers (which would make Shiro and Acxa half-siblings too, if she and Keith are twins, which I hope they are). I just… love the idea of them being brothers so much. And Keith finding his family, and having parts of that family on top of his Voltron family. I NEED IT!
Those are the ship I like best when related to what canon we have at the moment. But I also like all these ships to.
Shallura: They’re both so mature and have their own demons, I think they’d be really beautiful together and balance each other out. They’d be the support the other needs in hard times and I think it’s just a really… bitter-sweetly beautiful ship. They’d become each other’s strength.
Hunk/Acxa: I basically like Hunk and Acxa together for the same reasons I like Hunk and Allura together, lol. I also think that Acxa probably has a lot of the same displacement issues that Keith does (if they are brother and sister, which I like to think they are), and that Hunk would be a really steady presence for her to come back to.
Shance: I love a good “you’re my idol and I might be falling in love with you, but you’re so amazing I’m too scared to say anything” trope, lol.
Allura/Acxa: I dunno I just really like them.
Allurance: I like the idea of Lance having liked Allura, but then he kind of grows out it. But then Allura develops feelings for him, but doesn’t feel it’s appropriate to act on them. So it’s this long, drawn out back and forth that gets resolved when they’re older and fall in love again, this time at the same time.
Um… I think that’s all the ship that kind inspire me creatively? With the exception of a few, I like most Voltron ships, but I think these are the ones I like the best from a creative, personal standpoint, lol.
In taking another look at the story Nishiki tells about the original OEK’s revolution, I noticed some discrepancies in the story we have been given up until now, so I figured I’d try to reconstruct the timeline here.
According to the CCG, and so one assumes, the official record, the CCG was founded by Daikichi Washuu around 1890.
This matches up with what Eto says, about the original OEK being the reason the CCG was founded over 100 years ago.
Nishiki’s telling seems at first to match Eto’s:
but there are a few strange details that don’t quite add up.
Nishiki seems to place this about two generations back and mentions humans being ravaged by war at the time, seeming to imply a post-WWII timeline.
But assuming the history of the Tokyo Ghoul universe is the same as ours (plus ghouls), and assuming Nishiki was just being overly simplistic with his two generation time marker, the original 1890 founding date gives us the Bakumatsu period and the internal Japanese wars that went along with the beginning of the Meiji restoration. The creation of a central anti-ghoul corporation by the Washuu at this time would have been right in line with The Meiji restoration’s modernization, formalization and centralization of industry and state, regardless of any revolutionary ghoul running around, so it’s an easy thing for the official CCG narrative to omit.
But Nishiki’s telling actually seems to imply a second revolution after the CCG was already founded, taking advantage of the post WWII chaos. A second OEG and a second rebellion, this time leading to the formation of V, as separate from the founding of the CCG. Such an event would lend some credence to Eto’s claim that One Eyed Ghouls have historically been a sign of change, if this had happened twice before, not just the once.
A post WWII timeline makes more sense for the construction of the 24th ward, as well - considering the total chaos and massive rebuilding efforts, as well as more advanced technology at the time.
It also implies some 55 years of a Washuu led CCG without the existence of V, or at the very least, a shift in the functionality of the behind the scenes group.
It also seems to imply a significant increase in CCG extermination efforts around that time, an echo of Nishiki’s observation that the current CCG under Furuta is making the previous efforts of the CCG look like a joke, something which Furuta also mentions on his side of things. The Washuu were staying their hand.
History does tend to repeat itself.
I expect we are due for a more explicit history lesson on the Washuu and V soon, but a second revolution only some 70-odd years in the past certainly strengthens the possibility that the leader of that rebellion is still alive down deep in the 24th, somehow.
Some of us have cancer. Some have lost strength of body: some have lost memory and speech. Some of us are in pain. Some can’t find work. Some of us bear the marks of human cruelty– inside, where the scars don’t show.
Some live with depression; some battle addiction, many feel alone.
Some have known shattered marriages, trust betrayed, hopes destroyed.
Some of us have lost the ones we love, far too soon.
And some have lost a child.
All of us have seen suffering our midst.
All of us know the ravages of war – for which there are no words.
Avinu Malkeinu, why?
Avinu Malkeinu, are you there? Do you care? Avinu Malkeinu, hear our pain.
Hear our anger. Hear our grief.
Avinu Malkeinu, here is our prayer:
Give us the strength to go on.
Give us reasons to get up each day; give us purpose and persistence.
Help us to fend off fear and to hold on to hope.
Help us to be kind.
Don’t make us bow or grovel for Your favor. Give us dignity and give
Show us the way to a year of goodness.
Renew our belief that the world can be better.
Restore our faith in life. Restore our faith in You.
Mercury in Aries~ mind of the destroyer ♏️
Mercury in Scorpio~ mind of the reformer
::: Knowledge(mercury) is Power (mars/Pluto) :::
♈️ The mind of mars is eager to learn and makes it a goal to learn quickly, otherwise he can bully himself with insults regarding his own intelligence, as he equates slow learning with a weak mind. Aries mercury wants his mind to be strong, active, and constantly generate inventive and inspiring ideas “first” before anyone else. Mercury is the Conscious Mind and Aries the Birth of the Conscious Spirit, and so mercurial winds are elevated and he has innate ability to socially understand the driving desires of the people.
He holds ideals of a better future and uses his words to fight for what he believes in, which ultimately consist of seeking liberation through self-expression. He is wholesomely aware of his own perceptions and will readily challenge anyone who opposes or disrespects them. He speaks for those who cannot speak, he encourages those who are uninspired, and he fights alongside those who share his beliefs.
The mind becomes a battlefield and he may experience mental blocks, aches and pains of the nerves when he grows frustrated. He does not work well in the classroom if denied his freedom and independence to voice himself. Mercury rules Aries in esoteric studies, making Aries mercury a position in its dignity. The esoteric purpose of Mercury is to fuse opposing forces as to relate and harmonize, so the soul-centered purpose for mercurial Aries is to be the pioneering flame in the dark, beckoning others to follow and helping them find their way. He brings people together through motivation, initiation and inspiration. He wishes for the Power to lead, for a mind capable of overcoming anything.
The scorpion mind is eager to learn as she desires to influence and emotionally move and transform the mind of others as well as her own, and for the purpose of investigating the unknown and unspoken facets of life. She seeks to Know Everything and will turn over every stone, search the 7 seas, and venture the underworld to discover knowledge that will answer her critical questions.
She possesses intelligence beyond human comprehension, the 6th sense, and utilizes the gift accordingly, chattering with ghosts, spirits and demons. From them, she accesses limitless knowledge and disconnects from the material plane as a form of rejuvenation and severe introspection. She is the keeper of secrets and will take them to the grave and beyond. Plutonian ice sharpens her mental faculties; no deception, no secret and no detail goes unnoticed and her voice echoes in the ears of the public, conveying messages that empathize especially with the misunderstood, the emotionally disturbed and the forgotten.
She has ambitions of feeding her intellect and primitive instinct to protect and fight for her extreme opinions. Internal war ravages through the mind and she perpetually experiences thoughts of chaos and emotional disruption which can only be cleansed through long periods of private isolation. Control is of the utmost importance; she wishes for the Power to guide her mind and the mind of others to lucidity of thought, so that she may reform old principles and reinvent them to satisfy her radical vision of a more defined, renewed and empowered world.
I don't know if you take fic requests but I love your writing so if you do, can you please write Cassian and Jyn in an established relationship where Cassian just casually sometimes slips into Space Spanish around Jyn? :)
Anon, I am almost positive this is not what you had in mind. And yet, this is what happened! Featuring the most functional version of them I’ve ever written, plus more bedsharing because I can’t be stopped.
Some nights as she lays in Cassian’s bed, about to be pulled under by the riptide of sleep, she hears his voice—soft, lilting—at the edge of her consciousness in a language she does not understand.
It sounds like poetry, the gentle cadence, like words made for different worlds than this one so ravaged by war. She lets the rhythm of it carry her under, into pastel dreams of peaceful, quiet places.
One night, after a mission that almost turned fatal more times than the human heart should have to bear, she finds that sleep eludes her. She presses her face to his neck, listens to the steady murmurs against her ear.
“I wish I could understand,” she whispers, then immediately wishes she hadn’t; perhaps these words aren’t meant for her. “Not that—you don’t have to explain.”
His hand drifts down her back, tenderly tracing the curve of her spine. When he speaks, his voice is gentle.
“I am reminding myself,” he says, “of the things I have to be thankful for.”
She shifts against him, wriggling closer; his skin is soft beneath her fingertips.
“Like what?” she asks.
“That we did not die today. That we are still in this fight. You.”
Warmth spreads through her chest, curls around her fingertips.
He whispers something she cannot understand. Then he bends his neck, brushing his lips against her forehead.
“Always, always you.”
Something bubbles up in her chest, some bright, fantastic feeling she can’t find the words for. It strikes her as unfair that he can express in two languages what she can’t even manage to say in one. All she can do is press a kiss his throat, just beneath the scratch of his beard.
His hand traces back up her spine to tangle in her hair, and she can feel him smile against her skin.
“I know,” he murmurs, even though she hasn’t said a word. “I know.”
Summary: You’re on your period and Dean does his best to comfort you
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, light smut(???)
You laid in your room with your legs pulled up to your chest and your duvet pulled over your body as you felt like your uterus was destroying itself. The room was pitch black aside from the light coming from your laptop screen where The Walking Dead was playing. Your period cramps were never really this bad as they were usually just a series of mild cramps and mild bleeding, but this time your cramps felt like hell and you had already bled through two tampons in three hours.
When the episode finished the screen went gray as Netflix asked if you were still watching. You then reluctantly pulled your hand from the warmth and comfort of your blanket cocoon to tell Netflix that you were still watching. You closed your eyes slightly as the assault of cramps continue. The only thing that you wanted at the moment was to cuddle with your boyfriend, but of course, he was helping Sam research a case.