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There has been a mourning dove outside of my bedroom for the last two hours just...cawing I guess? (How do you describe their noise??) I am both pleased by the visit, and horribly mortified.
Mourning.
Dove.
Do you understand my internal dilemma?
When I was a kid, I thought they were *morning* doves, not moUrning doves. You can imagine the devastation I felt.
I just saw your pineapple prompt ahaha love it so true *you shall not be attacked* *flashes a smile and a thumbs up* 😂 ~T (its me again:))
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(I don't like pineapple in general and putting it on pizza just...agh. Give me a good, plain, pepperoni pizza. That's all I want.)
Don’t want to be that anon, but it’s pretty bold of u to post something so controversial.
I forgave the pineapple on pizza thing.
But I will never forget the orange hatred you are promoting.
(I still love ur writing tho, have a great week <3)
I blame this guy:
(also they taste and smell HORRIBLE but shhh I didn't say that. To be fair it was the villain who hated oranges)
(all the love nonny)
What do you do when you’re utterly heartbroken after reading the saddest book ever that did not go the way you wanted or expected at all?? Help I’m gonna cry for weeks
I’m sorry to tell you, hun, but crying for weeks is the only option. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
What book was it though anon? 👀👀
Prompt: Asthma Attack
Fandom: Original
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Away. I need to get away. Anywhere, it doesn’t matter.
He’s going to find me soon. I can’t hide in here forever. All it would take is for him to hear my breathing, to pinpoint my location. Oh gods, what will he do to me when he finds me? I can’t exactly go anywhere when he does, I hardly even have room to move. He’ll -he’ll grab my arm and yank me out. Or maybe he will go for my hair. He’s done it before, he knows it hurts and it’s easy for him to hold, hard for me to get out of.
I have to get out before it is too late. He’ll kill me for running again, but if he can’t find me, I have nothing to worry about.
I hold my breath, listening intently to what’s outside of my small cabinet. The kitchen cabinets. How stupid of an idea it was. I only pray that the pans don’t fall when I scurry out.
No one seems to be near. After all, it is the middle of the night. Nobody in their right mind would wonder into the kitchen so late, or perhaps early. It was dark outside as I ran through the halls, but there was a certain tinge of color. I wouldn’t be surprised if the sun is rising by now.
Slowly, I push the door open. I can feel every one of my tensed muscles. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut as I anticipate a screech of the small door or the clashing of pans or anything. To my surprise, silence meets my ears as I crawl out. Well, as silent as it can be with the constant ringing in my ears.
I stay low, back hunched as I walk between the counters. What if he’s in here? I still have to be cautious.
My eyes sting as I continue walking towards the large doors, both the entrance and exit. He could just be waiting on the other side of this door. He could have known the whole time that I’ve been hiding here and this was his game to play. If he catches me…oh gods, I can’t- I don’t want to think about it. He could do anything to me.
My nostrils flare as I take a deep breath, but it doesn’t seem like any air truly reaches my lungs. I try again. My breath seems more shaky and I notice a knot in my chest. A few tears slide down my cheeks as my hand rests on the handle. I keep trying to calm myself, but breaths aren’t working. It’s like I’m not even breathing at all. But I know I am. I’m trying so why doesn’t it feel like it?
I yank the door open, doing my best to ignore my nonexistent breaths. No one is there and luckily the door hardly made a noise. The larger doors tend to be louder if you open them slowly.
There is no sign of him. I should be relieved, but my chest still feels tight, like there are strings attached on either side with two people pulling the opposite directions. It seems the only way to get any air at all is to breath quickly and so I do. Each breath is just as fast as the door yanking open.
My head instinctively turns right and left as if checking for a horse to cross even in the halls. There is no sign of him anywhere. Did I dream the chase up? Is he lying in bed just as I should be?
Of course he is. He has to be. He couldn’t just disappear like this if it weren’t a dream. He always makes himself known. Always. It’s his way of intimidation, a reminder that at any point he could exploit your weaknesses. He could strike at any moment and you should be afraid. Fear is his power. He feeds off of it and I’m foolish enough to be the bowl he eats out of.
Should I go back to bed then? Perhaps if, in my dream, I lie back down and rest my eyes, this will end and the only thing I should worry about in my sleep is waking up and making it to breakfast in time.
But if this is a dream, why do my lungs still feel so incredibly absent?
Footsteps sound down the hall to my left. Air catches in my throat. If it were heels clicking against the floor, I wouldn’t worry so much. However, there is no sharp click. Rather, a dull thud. Boots. His boots.
If I run, I’ll give away where I’m at. But if I walk he’ll most certainly catch up to me. What do I do? I could go back into the kitchens, but then how would I ever get out if he walked in?
My shoes make no sound as I set them on the floor. And my feet make the softest “boom” I have heard. Mother used to joke I had the padded feet of a rabbit. Pray they help me now.
“Sister, it’s rather late to play tag!” Even with distance, I can hear his steps becoming faster, louder. He is closer. He’s chasing me, “tag” he said. He’s turning it into a game, just as he always does.
I push myself harder, faster. I have to get away from him, away from here. These halls, this palace, this whole kingdom.
A needle pierces my side, putting a hault in my tracks. My hands push against the spot as I inhale sharply. It only makes it worse and a cry slips from my lips. The sting won’t stop. I can’t breathe. Every time I take a breath- every time it stings. I can’t- oh gods. Oh gods, I can’t breathe.
I can feel the sweat bead in my forehead before it begins to pour down. I want to cry, to scream, but it hurts. Oh it hurts so much. I can’t breathe at all. My breath is caught at the back of my throat and even with an open mouth, nothing passes the knot in my throat.
I’m gawking, strange noises escaping my throat as I struggle so hard to live.
He approaches me on the floor, kneeling. I didn’t even realize I had fallen to the floor. When? Was it when my vision began to swim beneath water? As black blurs began to appear?
He taps my shoulder. “Tag. I win.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head several times. I will them several more times to stay open, to fight the unconsciousness about to inevitably take me. Eventually, any strength I have fades. The last thing I see…my brother…white teeth…lips quirked at the corners…and then? Nothing.
you mean like this?
EXACTLY LIKE THIS. This is from 2019!! How did- where did you get this???
Alright. I was friends with Ariel (yes. The mermaid with red hair from The Little Mermaid), and we were at my house. The ocean must have taken over the world because my house was filled with water.
We were at my house, more specifically in my bedroom/bathroom. And Ariel had an octopus in a bucket. The octopus seemed to be perfectly fine with it. What shocked me was that this octopus had the face of Davy Jones on it (y'know. Octopus faced and crab clawed man from Pirates of the Caribbean). But it wasn't the full Davy Jones. It was just a regular octopus, but with Davy Jones' face.
Ariel was...taming Mini Davy Jones, I guess? She was waving her hand and whatnot and then she pet him and told me that I could pet him, too. I did not. But he was tamed, which is cool...I guess.
Now the problem was that Mini DJ was in my toothbrush bucket. My toothbrush bucket was the bucket of water I used to wet my toothbrush- since water faucets did nothing.
I still stuck my toothbrush in the water because, well, Mini DJ was tamed so he wouldn't ink my toothbrush, right? Welp. Apparently I was temporarily colorblind because I stuck my toothbrush in my bucket and then, as I was about to pull it out, I realized my bucket water was a different colour.
Disgusted, I swirled my toothbrush around, trying to clear the water until it was blue again. When it was I pulled it out and hesitantly used it. I thought all was well until I finished, spitting the toothpaste out and rinsing my mouth, etc etc. When I put my toothbrush back and closed the cabinet, I looked at my mirror and smiled- as you do- and MY TEETH WERE NOT RIGHT. One half of each of my teeth was stained a grey purple colour. It was terrible.
Okay that's all. Bye!!
Do you guys ever write dialogue that's SO good, SO brilliant that you're amazed at your own brilliance? You cry a little at the beauty you're sharing with the world? You wonder how a nut like you could come up with it?
Hi, I'm @nuttynutcycle and I struggle with accidental plagiarism.
Okay, one of my favourite things about writing is that the same line and concept can be applied to so many things. Prompts, for example, everyone is going to use them differently and it's genuinely insane and awesome to me!
Busy right now, but I've begun to realize that my blog is becoming increasingly popular for hero x villain stories. Which is totally cool! Reading hero x villain writing on tumblr is what made me start writing it myself.
Having said that, I write a very large variety of dynamics. Sooo. If you ever have a request to send in, if you'd like for it to be hero x villain, definitely specify! I write whatever comes to mind first and it isn't always heroes and villains, but I can always make it so if it's what you'd like. :D
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I love this community and I love writing for you guys!! Much love. Xx, Dee <33
"People don't tend to bury their enemies with dignity."
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Feel free to use with credit!
Fun fact: I said this during my archaeology lecture today :)
We were discussing this collection of bodies found with obsidian spears embedded in the skull. And the question proposed was, "Are humans naturally violent?"
Disclaimer: The bodies seemed to have been left for dead- they weren't ritually buried or anything like that. They were slaughtered and left to be buried naturally by the land.
So the prompt above was a small point I made! In this particular case we were analyzing, it seemed relatively obvious that, yes, humans are naturally violent (cough, cough. I don't think I need to tell the whump community this.). How often do you watch a battle scene where the victors stay behind and bury each individual slain enemy?
I just read the Darling, I Did It For You series and I really loved them! I do have a question though: what are Carson’s parents like? I seems kind of odd to leave all you’re children alone. Also around what age are Mal and Carson? (I hope I’m not bothering you!)
No bother at all! So glad you've liked the series so far!
So Carson's parents are owners of a very, very profitable company. Having said that, they go out on a lot of business trips. In the past they would have hired a nanny or asked a friend to watch over Carson, Casey, and Beckley. However, and this goes into your second question, Carson and Casey are both adults now. Why hire a nanny when your children have reached 'a mature enough age' to tale care of the only minor?
But also, they are a little uncaring in the sense that they didn't really raise their children. They more so did enough that they merely survived. They fed and clothed their kids and that was that. This affected the kids differently. Carson became a spoiled brat who didn't understand morals- as we've seen since he literally kidnapped Mal (he's grown so much). Beckley resorted to finding an interest that made him feel important and helpful- science (as we've seen with the gloves he made Mal). And Casey began isolating herself because she never trusted the rest of the world would care for her if her parents didn't.
I don't have exact ages actually written for Carson and Mal, but they're about 20 or 21! Casey turned 18 at the beginning of the series. And I believe Beckley is 12!
This was a lengthy response, I hope you don't mind haha!
I do appreciation posts often enough, but here's another because...
When I tell you guys I'm just...in awe of that number. I never imagined I'd have so many strangers looking forward to see my little- and rather large- spastic drabbles! Seriously grateful for every single one of you, even my ghost followers- you're just as appreciated!
I wanted to tag a few of my inspirations- the blogs that encourage me to keep writing because of their own (in no order):
There are plenty others that I'm struggling to think of- I wasn't expecting to reach a milestone today! But I also wanted to give a special thanks to:
for- the first- sending in the request that led to my new eight followers, which led to the 150, and- the second- for reblogging so many of my works, both the other day and today! As the latter said, reblogging is so important to undiscovered writers! Likes are great and we appreciate every note, but it ultimately doesn't help us get discovered.
Either way, ghost or not, every follower, every note, means SO, SO much! You guys keep me going and make me enjoy writing so much more than if I only ever did it for myself!
Please feel free to reblog and feature other writers!
As always, I'd like to remind you that my ask box is open and you can stop by it anytime about any subject (keep it appropriate!).
Hey! I’m new to tumblr, so I’m sorry if I’m doing this wrong, but I really love your writing. Can I be tagged for your hero x caretaker x villain series, and can I request for you to continue that? Thanks so much!
I have lots of good news.
Thanks for the ask!
reblog and put in the tags what your total number of notes across all original posts are from this site. it also gives you your top 9 posts.
yeah, that tracks
First of all
HOLY SHIT
Second of alll
HOLY SHIT THANK YOU
and third
THE GUN COMIC OF COURSE @deluxewhump
Wow thanks so much!!!!
My bird photography that was supposed to go on my other blog is my top post but I’m happy with that! And my Alex Rider gifs yay!!!
I’m thrilled about how many notes my master list has too!
Update still remains as the most popular which I am still amazed by given how much I was like this is so nasty and messed up people will hate it
But shows what I know! Thanks so much for supporting me everyone! This blog and the friends I’ve made on Tumblr have kept me sane and been my shining light this year!
THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH!! I just started a few months ago (7 actually) and I have to say that I really love the people within this community! Thank you to my 83 followers who give me motivation to write and to those who contribute AMAZING pieces of art/writing to Tumblr.
Holy crap?? I didn't realize I had this many. Thank you all so very much for the continuous support. You give me so much energy to write and make me feel so great about my content. <3
I'm just going to happily rant about one or two of my characters now.
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First, Sir Guard. This character was a complete accident, but he has been my happiest accident (wow. I sound like a mother 😳). In all seriousness, I love his empathy and his willingness to put up with whatever it takes to protect Leera. As much as she's been through, it could have all ended up much worse if he hadn't been there to mellow her out. Let's face it; he can't keep Leera from never being hurt, but he'll do whatever he can to make sure it's as least painful as possible. It's sad to me how many possible consequences there are for what he's doing.
Sir Guard isn't a guard at all as we know. He's a prince, and with that comes a kingdom. As we know (again), the king of his land isn't the strongest leader. That falls to him, the prince. Sir Guard was taught by trainers to be tougher than his parents, but he was around his parents enough that he's still like them in nearly every way.
In any case, he is still stronger. After all, he voluntarily walked into Queen Rennera's domain. That's brave when you consider what her husband was like, and what rumours there are about the assassin's treatment. All in all, Sir Guard is extremely courageous and caring and I love him.
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Second, Rennera. As much as I want to hate her (and I do when she's hurting the assassin), I can't help but feel bad for her. I obviously hope this is how you guys feel. Otherwise I haven't succeeded very much in making her character.
Rennera is terrified to say simply. Sir Guard discovered this when the queen tricked him into making a tough decision, which was to be her king willingly or unwillingly. He unknowingly chose the latter.
Back on topic, Rennera is scared. Having a husband who was known to be deviously cruel makes it difficult to rule any differently. If the queen is even an ounce kinder than her late husband, there's a chance she might be viewed as weak.
What happens to weak rulers? Well, there are revolutions, assassinations (Leera isn't the only assassin of the lands I'll remind you)...Being sweet is dangerous for Rennera. By being evil, by punishing Leera in front of others, she's proving herself to be worthy of the crown.
There's an alternate theory, of course. Queen Rennera's people, although they weren't the ones who hired Leera, were thrilled when someone took out the king. He didn't care about the people he ruled over. They naturally hoped that when he was killed that Rennera would step up and help them, provide food, money, or simply solutions. Anything would suffice passed the ignorance they were given for so long. It's impossible for Rennera to see this passed the fear, though, and I think that's very sad. I, personally, know what it's like to live in fear, to have your decisions swayed by that feeling, so I know how trapped the queen feels.
As the author, I know I have the power to bring her character out more. I haven't because she isn't the main focus. This is Leera and Sir Guard's story, but I like to acknowledge the queen, because as despicable as she is, Rennera is as human as the rest of them.
If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog!
Oo! This is actually kind of hard haha.
I can't believe it, thank you guys so much!!
I was trying to think of something special to do once we hit 100 but came up short, so I guess I'll just invite you to spam my ask box with whatever you want! Can be writing related (like requests or questions about my writing), or it can be non-writing related. Whatever you want!
Of course, if anyone has any celebratory ideas, you can share those as well 👀
Thank you again, much love from ya girl <3
