Writing Inspiration - Blog Posts

I know the writers meant for it to be Damien insulting Tim by saying he’s a girl like misogyny

But also he is literally Talias son so...

Also just imagine Tim retaliating like okay you know what bet!

Tim *wears a dress*

Damian *makes fun of him*

Tim *wears an immodest dress*

Damian: why do I suddenly feel protective?

Tim *in an immodest dress getting HIT ON*

Damian: why do I suddenly want to commit murder !?!?

Also

Damian: this is the one you respect! Him? He’s in a ball gown !

Ra Al Gul : grandson I’ve been alive for centuries I do not fucking care ! Also look at him he just used his high heel to take down two shadows if. Anything this just makes him more impressive!

Damian *screams*

Tim: *is engulfed in a floor-length cape with only his mouth and chin showing*

Damian: 

I’ve been watching a lot of DSMP Karl Jacobs animatics and I’ve gotta point out two things

1 - the portals and doors remind me of the ghost zone

2- his outfit reminds me of the observants and Clockwork

So .... how about the in-between being apart of the Infinite Realms anyone?

An excerpt of tonight’s date convo

Me: this is my exact problem with MHA like yeah blood is gross and Japan has different sensibilities than us but you can not tell me Toga wouldn’t fucking book it to America and instantly gain a huge following

(we had been talking about vampires)

My datemate: just makes a cult

Me: exactly! Or like discrimination against quirkless people you can’t tell me they’re isn’t like quirkless cities dominating some niche part of the market (like Silicon Valley and all the gays moving to the same places)

DM (datemate): like basketball or or

Me: they make all the icecream

DM: XD all the dairy farmers are quirkless

Me: the cows just fucking smell a quirk and kick them

Fanfic idea

Jaskier being able to “chi block” ala Ty Lee from Avatar the last airbender

1- imagine Geralts face

2- the scene where Ty Lee knocks out all those boy flirting with her but with jaskier !

3- everyone thinking jaskier can’t fight and him agreeing .... but he can knock people out

4 - it would be hilarious!!!

They really didn’t mean anything by it honestly Bards elves were just too sensitive!!!!

Verissa had been about town with Lindir when thier dear little nephew had run up to them crumbs splattered on his face hands wide for a hug. All the elves adored the children of Dale and Lindir was no acception.

“Verissa can’t I play with you today mommy and daddy are fighting again.”

“Of course you may,” Verissa cleaned his cheeks “ this is my friend Lindir.”

The rest of the afternoon was quite uneventful until dinner time approached the child, “Do I have to go home Verissa?”

“ You do. Look as much as your parents may fight they love you okay.”

“Really?”

“Of course, as constant as the stars above always know that you are loved....now go hone my poor brother must be worried sick! Shoo!”

“Bye Verissa! By mr elf!!!”

“Well now that the kids gone.... Lindir.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Awww fuck.”

Writing Prompt

Lindir had been attached to the hip of one of Bards assistants Verissa since morning. He was supposed to be attending Lord Elrond but was told to ‘take a break’

Ugh!

Well she was nice at least, and dare he say it perhaps she was even a friend.

Elrond: There you are Lindir! How has your day been?

Lindir: My day has been well, Verissa here was quite kind in showing me around.

Elrond: oh was she now

Elrond didn’t want antagonize the situation but Verissa hardly seemed kind and helpful sort; a constant scowl on her face, short replies and staring at air. Then again Erestor did similar things...

Bard huffed: And how was your day Verissa?

She looked up from inspecting her nails: it was not terrible

Elrond bristled.

Bard laughed: Well good to see you making friends! And with elves no less!

Verissa hummed huffy: ...friends...

Glorfindale stepped in before Elrond could interject: Well then I hope tomorrow goes better for you I’m sure we can find something for Lindir to do without taking your time

Verissa blinked slowly:Why would you need to do that?

Glorfindale: uuuhhhh welll

Erestor: We simply don’t want to disturb you with someone you barely appear to tolerate

Verissa stared at the elves with the eyes of a long dead fish:

“I have only known Lindir for a day but if anything ever happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself”

The room went quite, the room was quite until the humans began to laugh!

The non-Greenwood elves stood shocked. Glorfindale: Did she just threaten murder and the humans are ... happy?

Thranduil grind over to Elrond: No worries Lindir, this just means she likes you.

Writing Prompt: #2 Pinky Promise are Serious

Thranduil: What’s wrong sweetheart?

Tilda: “cry” Josh an I “cry” promised to be friends forever “cry” but “cry”

Thranduil: Tilda it’s alright sometimes people grow apart, you’re kids you have plenty time to make new friends

Tilda: But we pinky promised!

Thranduil: Well then.... I don’t see why you can’t be friends again? Surly you can work things out.

Tilda: “cry” his parents don’t want him to see me anymore “cry” because I’m a ‘bad influence’

Thranduil:.... I will be right back......

Writing Prompt

Glorfindel reaction to the story of Medusa.

Writing Prompt: #1

As far as the other races are concerned “pinky promises” are super serious.

Tilda was crying, clinging to Thranduil’s robes.

Tilda: No! Your not allowed to leave!

Thranduil: Tilda please don’t cry I -

Tilda: But what if you die! What if you leave and never comeback!

Thranduil: Tilda sweetheart I promise to do all in my power to return as quickly as I can.

She extended her little finger out to him: Pinky promise

Thranduil: A what?

Tilda grabbed his hand gently wrapping her finger around his then shaking it: Now promise and it has to come true!

———

And Thranduil returned within the month.

Writing Prompt

Imagine elves have no concept of food poisoning? - Except for like literal poison!

Bard retching, sweaty, face red and making the most pitiful of noises.

Thranduil running out of the room: Get a healer!

Singrid popping her head in and taking one look at her dad: Oh no need he’s fine!

Thranduil: Even so we should still...

Singrid: He’s fine he just has food poisoning again.

Thranduil: Poisoning! .... AGAIN!!!!!

Writing Prompt

Imagine elves don’t know what sunburns are?

Bard, red itchy and peeling skin off: Ow!

Thranduil: Wtf Bard? A-a-are you molting?!!!

Bard: What no?? I just have a sunburn.

Thranduil: The sun... burns you....

Thranduil remembering elves are essentially stars and that he’s touched Bard before: oh no

Writing Prompt

Elrond misunderstands a cultural story dear to Lindirs heart and ends up gifting Lindir a chicken.

Lindir accepts the chicken thinking it’s a part of Elronds culture.

Comedy ensues.

Lindir discreetly try’s to get rid of the chicken by saying that the chicken should get to live with other chickens- Elrond buys him a second chicken.

Just finished reading “Tiny Minstrels” on AO3!!! I loved it!!!

Does anyone know other fanfics where elves (or any other race) react to music?

Leave the tittle below if you do- I would love to read them! THANK-YOU IN ADVANCE :)

Writing Prompt

Elronds reaction to the story of Cassandra and Apollo.

Just think of how hard that would hit Elrond.

Bonus points if it’s a child telling him the story. (Don’t know why but I love the whole child telling a profound story to the adult thing).

If anyone uses this please link it in the comments- I would love to read it!!! ❤️

Victorian Sensibility #2

Elrond doesn’t tell Lindir to change - why should he? This is fine, and ethier way Lindir should be able to wear whatever he wants.

Even if other elves are staring at Lindir the same way he is.

It made him feel red and ends with him glaring down any would be sutors- gods he was acting like a child. He knew that, he didn’t need Erestor to nod dissapovingly at him like that!

As soon as everyone was out of earshot Erestor glanced over at Elrond, “You know this really isn’t fair to Lindir.”

The bottom of his stomach dropped.

Victorian sensibility

Elrond knew he shouldn’t stare - he shouldn’t be taking advantage of Lindir like this!

Lindir’s new outfit was something else, a perfect blue that hugged his small waist and fell short of covering his ...ankles.

Family Discussions

Sister: I’m hungry

Mom: do you want a coffee Maria’s coming in a bit

Me: which Maria ?

Sister: the one that makes tamales which Maria do you think?

Me: the one I like

Sister: that’s cold woman

Me: we don’t even know her

Sister : she makes food I don’t need to know her!!!

unbothered character dialogue + prompts ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

@celestialwrites for more!!

♡ “breathing air that you contaminate deeply unsettles me.”

♡ constantly putting their feet on their superior’s desk/table.

♡ “please remind me why you are relevant.”

♡ always commenting at the worst moment possible.

♡ “life was far more peaceful when i thought you were dead.”

♡ when someone is yelling at them, the character pulls out a book and just starts reading.

♡ “i gave my last fuck two decades ago, you’re going to need a time machine to find it.”

♡ sees a dead body and just sighs, turns around and goes to the breakfast diner across the street.

♡ “if he opens his mouth again i’m calling the cops for a noise disturbance.”

♡ has one hobby that they get really prickly about if people interrupt or make fun of it.

♡ “when did you finally decide to be helpful?”

♡ sees another character having a panic attack and asks them to quiet down so they can finish their crossword puzzle.

♡ “maybe if you were as tall as your ego you would have seen it.”

♡ other characters having to remind them to either pretend to care or not speak at all during important meetings/situations.

♡ “i could bring the heavens crashing down, remember that the next time you interrupt my coffee break.”

♡ being the key part of the team’s plan but will continuously sleep in.

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3

“The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.” — Vladimir Nabokov

Take a piece or dialogue (or write one) and add details between each character's responses that describe their reactions to what was just said, what they do physically, and/or what memories the conversation is triggering for them. How much can you add before it starts to annoy you as a reader?

Write a scene in which a character realizes they were wrong about something. Concentrate on what they are feeling. Here are a few examples:

--thought they were in danger but realizes they are safe

--thought they were safe but realizes they are in danger

--dreaded something that turned out to be fun

--looked forward to something that turned out to be awful

You get the idea. Bonus points if you do the exercise and its opposite.

Injury Prompt #1031

Loss of consciousness

Injury Prompt #1025

whipped on the back

Injury Prompts #952

Needle to the neck

Injury Prompt #996

Chased while injured

Injury Prompt #1025

whipped on the back

Injury Prompt #1026

Strangled by a cord

Submitted by: @wild-selenite-caffine / x

"Interesting, really." The red headed man put his hand up to his chin, thoughtful. His looks are quite well kept, as expected from a scholar. A little peach fuzz donned his face on the chin and sides, proper shoes and pants held up by a belt with an orderly ruffle shirt in ivory and vest in chestnut. As he could never without his ruffles, as impractical in the lab as they were. But he could simply tie them up, for his new experimental form of alchemistry.

"Yes, I know. Although; due to recent discoveries a few researchers and scientists, me included, are now speculating about the possibility that this predatory adaptation also resulted from our interference with humans- may I elaborate?" The merman flicked his shimmering tail in excitement, his scales have often been compared to labradorite, as been his eyes. His light, wavey hair, tied up in a messy bun with some strands hanging in his face, as the merman fixed his glasses as best they'd hold up, eagerly holding on to the boards of the dock. Grinning star-eyed up at the human, almost like a sea-puppy.

"Sure, darling. I am intrigued, do tell." He smiled softly at his lover as he began a tangent about his latest theories, based on his newest bioarcheological findings.

It's been a few years since Darryl moved to this little island, originally to indulge in his experiments and get away from his pressuring parents, who set up marriage proposals left and right. Luckily he got out of it by claiming to already be married to his work.

Never in a hundred years, would he have thought to encounter someone this engaged in scienc- just as engaged as he was! But there he was, at shore one night. Observing and noting constellations. He originally didn't want to scare off the stranger, but the sudden leap in his chest left no room for air, for his mind to think. But instead of scaring him off, the mysterious stranger seemingly found enjoyment in the conversation. His name was Whylt and he'd been around for quite sometime, apparently he'd heard of Darryl and was eager to meet him.

The two soon became friends. Close friends. And soon after that, even close to the point that one felt confident enough to steal a kiss in the secure darkness of the night, near the water and their now shared home. It felt like a dream come true, to Darryl. Even more so as Whylt opend up, told there was more to him and for the first time in their lives, they felt the sweet embrace of love in the soft sea breeze warm from the summer air, under the bright full moon. At first the redhead was worried. Worried he might just wake up in a shared bed with a poor lass, that he knew could never be loved by him as she deserved. Back with his parents, who know nothing but of a "good friend and colleague" of his. Worried that one day he might just wake up without this beautifully kind and smart being next to him, that the merman would flee and take his heart with him. But after one night as Whylt confessed similar thoughts and worries, they'd promised to vow to stay, until death do them part. And it's been quite a few years, a bit more than half a decade, since then.

"And have you made the effort to start writing yet? The papers for your theories?" The redhead grined smug, knowing full well his partner rather enjoys the practical part much more. As he earned a drawn out, dramatically bored sigh from the merman, his grin grew wider.

"Not yet, of course! I... Must find more evidence to prove or counter it. After all, I must consider all sides!" He breathed a laugh, trying his best to get around the mountain of paperwork waiting for him at his desk. Darryl let out a hearty laugh, bellowing into dusk and after a short moment, Whylt joined in. The merman lifts himself up onto the dock, temporarily exchanging his fins for legs.

"The food's ready too, if you'd like." The now two men help eachother stand up, the human getting kiss from his love, as they do.

"Thank you, dear. I love you, my little squirrel." He said laying is lips on the other's again, gaining the same form of affection back.

"I love you too, my little otter." He grabs the pale hand of the merfolk, to hold it up gently and adore it with another kiss. "Let's go, then." They smile at eachother smitten and content. In this moment and for many, many years to come.

“So mermaids and sirens are two different species?” “Just so. My people, what you call mermaids or merfolk, share a common ancestor to you humans, making us distant cousins. What you call sirens, however, are fish that evolved to look and sound like humans to attract their favorite prey.”

3:10 to Yuma Fanfic Ideas!

Have you just seen 3:10 to Yuma (2007) or rewatched it, only to look on AO3 and realize, "There isn't a wide variety of Fanfiction, damn it's more empty than my wallet!" Well, if you're in the writing mood or need plot ideas, I've got you!

(These can be used for more than just 3:10 to Yuma, but using it for 3:10 to Yuma would be so amazing.❤️)

Wade and Dan living together to 'help' Dan pay rent💀😭

3:10 to Yuma but Dan survives and becomes changed by the overall experience while Wade becomes a good person since Dan has broken his perspective on the world.

Dan dies and Wade tells his story(can be written in many different ways)

Dan survives and takes care of Wade's injuries that he gained from the whole trip to get to the train.

Modern Au where Ben Wade is part of a motorcycle gang and Dan is whatever job you think he should have.

Alice leaves, Wade and Dan raise William and Mark😱

Coffee shop AU! But Dan works at a coffee shop and Wade is an artist or just goes there to draw. (Can take place in a modern au or in the original setting time)

Ben Wade and Dan Evans are just friends who travel together after 3:10 to Yuma (with Dan surviving.)

Wade is nice to Dan but Dan doesn't like it too much because it makes him feel inferior (can be applied to listed fanfic ideas)

Brokeback Mountain.

I'm sure you can tell all of these are Dan x Wade. If you guys want Dan x Alice, or a different ship, lemme know, I can also try to come up with other shops than Ben Wade x Dan Evans.

Vampires in Space

The earth was destroyed. We're talking blown to smithereens and is now a bunch of space rubble destroyed. Obviously, all living things were killed in this cataclysmic event.

Except for you, an immortal vampire who cannot die.

Set adrift without a drop of blood and nothing but the cold void surrounding you, you float in a sort of stasis; painfully alive but forever starving and helpless to change it. It seems the vast emptiness is all that will comprise of your eternity.

Until your path is interrupted by a ship, and you dare to hope that maybe you aren't as alone as you thought.