“If I Had A Flower For Every Time I Thought Of You, I Could Walk Through My Garden Forever.”

"Yeah, and it's super cute and silly until the spunky little sidekick dies because they think they're grown up enough to handle the job I've spent the last 20 years struggling with. Not. Happening."

Writing Prompt #2923

"Come on! Everyone needs a spunky little sidekick!"

"Yeah, and it's super cute and silly until the spunky little sidekick dies because they think they're grown up enough to handle the job I've spent the last 20 years doing. Not. Happening."

have you guys done that “what kind of reader are you” quiz and if so what did you get

You felt your wrists begin to slide through the restraints, cheap rope modified to nullify powers. Soon, you'd be able to get up and free Glacier from his restraints, which were little more than a handcuff knot tied to a pole.

"Do you regret coming back to save me?"

"What?"

"If you never came to save me, you wouldn't be in this mess. I wouldn't have gotten us into this much trouble, and you'd be off on your own... I don't know, doing whatever it was before we met, but you'd be doing it free."

You slipped one hand free, enabling the other to do the same.

"Well," you began, standing up, massaging your chafed wrists, "I don't want to miss the chance to help a sidekick out. The whole 'hero' thing is dumb, but the core of it, to keep people safe? There's no reason it shouldn't exist. And if I get eyes on the inside, even better." You grabbed a saw off the rack on the wall and cut the rope binding Glacier's hands before putting it back and grabbing a hammer and taser to arm yourself.

Writing Prompt #2920

"Do you regret coming back to save me?"

He snapped out of his thoughts. "What?"

"If you never came to save me, you wouldn't be in this mess. I wouldn't have gotten us into this much trouble, and you'd be off on your own...I don't know, doing whatever it was before we met, but you'd be doing it free."

“If you tell me, it’s an essay. If you show me, it’s a story.” — Barbara Greene

The rumble roused you from sleep and for the first time since the torches died out you saw light. It was dim and blurry at first. You stretched your legs before standing up. By then, there was more light coming in.

You have been imprisoned for so long that you have completely lost track of time. You are not even sure whether those who imprisoned you are still alive. When finally someone came to check on you they were surprised to find you, claiming that the dungeon has been unused for centuries.

I just think people write out of obligation too often.

"How do I motivate myself to write through the boring part of my story?"

"How do I make this boring scene not boring?"

Don't write it.

Don't write boring things just because you think the structure of the story demands it. I promise it doesn't need to be there.

If your characters need to have gone shopping for a later part of the story to make sense you can just have a sentence about how they went shopping and move on.

You are not obligated to write the boring parts. No matter what those parts are.

You are not obligated to make the parts of your story that you're not excited to write interesting somehow.

You can just write the fun and interesting parts and gloss over and summarize boring things.

Your audience will thank you and you will thank yourself.

Living weapon PTSD

Content: punishment aftermath, scars

(stoic whumpee vibes)

Sees someone pick up a long thin object, immediately winces and takes a rigid, chin-up posture like a soldier in line

Or (if severely triggered) yanks off their shirt in one fluid motion, turns and faces the wall, bracing their hands against it for support

If they see a weapon they watch it, and whoever has it, like a hawk

Trying to figure out who's in charge no matter what situation they're in. Using a formal tone with them even if they're TRYING to just be normal

Tensing up around people that act/speak like whumper. They don't want to embarrass themselves by flinching every five seconds so they're just going to flex every muscle until they are gone.

Self aware of their stiff posture. Sitting down and forcing themselves to relax into a couch and put on a fake smile

Caretaker seeing their scars and covering their mouth.

In that event, whumpee flushing and covering them because they're still ashamed of "earning" the punishments that left those marks

Or if they're from combat, smiling and telling the story proudly because they made their owner proud that day and they weren't punished

Trying to explain what happened and then suddenly going quiet

Answering questions like they're being interrogated by a superior

Refusing to speak because they're flashing back to a time they were interrogated in an enemy compound

You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

something something having a werewolf’s pups and they grow up protective of their human mom in a world of monsters

man maybe i just make a werewolf oc at this point

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.