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you were, foolishly, fatally, more special to me than i ever was to you.

kiss me, like long ago kiss me, i’m still yours kiss me, i loved you father john misty kinda described my mood today cuz it was amazing but now i want to cry because...i saw him...and i miss him, and...he kissed me and that made me so weak. i was fine. i knew i was fine. i was getting over it. i was getting over him. and just...now i’m not.

you know the drill, character and number

Curiosity

"I see,"

"is that yours?"

"what's in there?"

"Are we going somewhere?"

"I've never seen it,"

"is it really that big?"

"are you smiling?"

"that's not what was meant to happen,"

"When did you even get that?"

"But we weren't invited?"

"how?"

"stars are really bright? is that true?"

"I've never left the room, are you really going to take me?"

" what's that noise?"

"do you know my father?"

"you're always so angry,"

"you mean that?"

"five times?"

"a castle!?"

"why am I even being taken?"

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choose a number and a character and i will write a drabble or one shot!

✩ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

▻ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓/𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

- “ you’re gonna have to make me .”

- “ let go of me .” 

- “ don’t you dare .” 

- “ i wouldn’t do that if i were you .” 

- “ don’t get in my way .”

- “ i won’t let you do this .” 

- “ can you hear me? hey…can you hear my voice ?”

- “ hey…hey. look at me - you gotta get up. can you walk ?”

- “ did i do something wrong ?” 

- “ are you avoiding me ?” 

- “ did something happen to you ?” 

- “ are you bleeding ?” 

- “ don’t you dare touch him/her !” 

- “ who did this to you ?” 

- “ you know i didn’t do it !” 

- “ you’re annoying, you know that ?” 

- “ i don’t need your permission .” 

- “ you’re not worth my time, trust me .”

- “ what? can’t take a punch ?” 

- “ why won’t you just listen to me ?!” 

- “ i didn’t know where else to go .” 

- “ because i care about you, okay ?!” 

- “ you fucking idiot - would it kill you to be careful so i don’t have to worry about your safety all the time ?” 

- “ hey…come on. you’re okay, right ?” 

- “ i can look after myself .” 

- “ can you move ?” 

- “ is that blood ?” “….no ?”

- “ don’t you trust me ?” 

- “ i hate seeing you like this .” 

- “ you aren’t the boss of me .”

- “ what did you just say to me .” 

- “ can you shut up for once in your life ?” 

- “ find somebody else to kiss your ass .” 

- “ hurting you is the last thing i’d do, you know that .” 

- “ you’re jealous .”

- “ i thought you were dead .”

- “ i’m not them! and i never will be !” 

▻ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅/𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑

- “ what’s going on in that head of yours ?”

- “ i’m not gonna let that happen .”

- “ it’s okay - i got this .” 

- “ we need you…i need you .”

- “ i’m here for you. always will be .” 

- “ don’t push your luck .”

- “ being drunk adds value to everything else in life .”

- “ i’m here for you .” 

- “ you’ll be with me, right ?” 

- “ smile. it won’t kill you .” 

- “ and the prodigal asshole returns .” 

- “ i’m not doing anything else for men today .” 

- “ that was not very progressive of you .” 

- “ i’m always open to feedback that i can get defensive about and ultimately ignore .” 

- “ why wouldn’t i save you ?” 

- “ i just…i don’t want anything bad to happen to you .” 

- “ keep it - it looks better on you, anyway .” 

- “ can i walk you home ?”  

- “ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay .”  

- “ are you flirting or starting a fight ?” 

- “ you said to be honest, stop hitting me !” 

- “ he’s always been there for me when i needed him .” 

- “ if i die, i’m haunting you first .” 

- “ all right, miss high and mighty .” 

- “ sorry, was that supposed to impress me ?” 

- “ you’re insane .” “ you love me .” “ not right now, i don’t .”

- “ the flirting was to distract him .” 

- “ i just asked if you wanted a drink. i didn’t ask for your whole life story .”  

- “ you really can’t take a hit, can you ?” 

- “ if you’re gonna act like an ass, i’m gonna treat you like an ass .”  

- “ i could punch you right now .” 

- “ the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his fourth and fifth ribs .” 

- “ good thing i didn’t ask for your opinion .” 

- “ i would have done anything for you .”

- “ i don’t get paid enough for this shit .” “ and you think i do ?”

- “ you did the best you could .” 

- “ get over here, you doof .”

- “ i’d like to see you try .” 

- “ rumor has it, i make you nervous .” 

- “ don’t you have anything better to do ?”

- “ just keep your eyes on me, okay ?”

- “  why didn’t you tell me ?”

- “ you punched him in the face - of course he’s mad !” “ well, i’m sorry! i thought he’d be too unconscious to be mad !” 

- “ being like my dad isn’t as big of an insult as you thought it would be .” 

- “ don’t wink at me .” 

choose a number and character :)

- Angst Prompts -

-> A list of angsty dialogue prompts. A handful are inspired by songs from various artists. Feel free to mix and match or change parts of the prompt a little to fit what you're writing!

1. "And I promised us both that it would never come to this."

2. "Well, why don't you look where we are now."

3. "How did this happen?"

4. "I don't think I - we can do this."

5. "I've blown your cover."

6. "Can... can you hear me?"

7. "It seems I'm buying flowers for a lost cause..."

8. “It shouldn’t have been you!”

9. “No more. Please.”

10. "Look where your carelessness got us!"

11. "You still have them/it? Why?"

12. "Why are you here of all places?"

13. "You hurt me"

14. "You’ve become so predictable…”

15. "Put the bottle down, would you?”

16. "How long before you quit?"

17. "When will you understand!?"

18. "This is a waste of time..."

19. "I didn't mean to..."

20. "This was no accident. It was deliberate."

21. "Don't you get it!? We can't go back!"

characters - slowly updating for prompts/drabbles/oneshot requests

Brandon, hero of a story. English-Taiwanese. Dreamed of being a chef as a kid. He doesn’t know how to be vulnerable apart from when he breaks down. Makes amazing Ramen. Can’t ride bikes. Robert, villain of a story. American. Was always looking after his mother after his dad walked out and his mam died of cancer when he was 15 so he started acting up in school. -- Lina, just a girl in her first year of university. English. Wants to work in the Theatre. Sits alone wherever she goes. Likes writing and music. Wishes she could be happy. John, a boy in his last year of university. English. Doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life. Does a science course and works part time in a pub. Wishes he had someone to be vulnerable around. -- Elle, one of the main three. Oldest of the group. Does ice skating and has a driving license. Is doing her A-levels currently and mainly does sport. Mina, one of the main three. Youngest of the group. Muslim family. She wants to be a criminologist. Going into college to do Sociology. Has a broken leg. Paddy, one of the three. Irish immigrant. Owns a bike and has lots of posters of The Hollywood Vampires on his bedroom wall. Giles, a news presenter who time travelled and then got influenced into being an awful person. Knows a lot of things and works for the bad guys now. -- Otis, a fourty year old man who believes it his destiny to kill the “monster” just outside town, avid gambler, is usually drunk. Katharnie, a twenty year old girl who is considered to be an outsider, she believes in protecting the so called monster. n/a

Brandon looked down at his spoon, just about to slurp the broth from his ramen when there was a thump. He looked up and whispered “What the fuck,” just under his breath. There was another thump but a bit more clearly now, it was coming from the door. With a loud sigh Brandon pushed his chair back, it scraped against the wooden floor and he looked down, seeing the scratches that he’d made in the past. He pushed the chair to the counter again and let his spoon clatter in his bowl. Walking towards the front door he checked his watch, it read 01:37. He clenched his jaw. Who the hell was knocking on his apartment door at this stupid time, his friends were in jail and his family were still out of town since he warned them not to come back yet. His hand reached forward and clasped around the handle, he forced it to open and it finally gave way with a long creak. Someone dropped in through the doorway, it took Brandon a minute to recognise them. They were covered in blood and seemed to have flour over them too. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his gun and pointed it at the man who was halfway through his door on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing here, Cardew?” He spat the mans last name out and stuck his leg between the door and the rest of his apartment. The man covered in blood looked up, his brown eyes looked tired. “Brandon...I didn’t know where else to go. There’s...someone else. Someone worse. Help me, please.”

You hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you find your archnemesis sprawled out just past the threshold, battered, bruised, and very clearly only hanging onto life by a thread. “Sorry. It’s just … I didn’t know where else to go” they mutter as you look down at them.

choose one and i’ll write it with characters you choose for me!! i’ll post my characters shortly (or if you want me to write something before i tell you my characters just tell me and i’ll choose ones i think would go well!!)

so cute tender hurt comfort is nice and all, but

enemies to lovers hurt comfort.

"i'm fine."

"you are NOT fine."

"you're running a 103 degree fever and you think you're just going to go to work like everything's just peachy? you're absolutely unbelievable."

"you dumbass! you got stabbed and you didn't think to tell me? you got it infected, you worthless piece of shit!"

"if you fucking die, i will kill you."

"you're eating this soup if i have to force it down your throat."

"you probably think i care about you now. well, i don't. i don't give a shit what happens to you, actually." (proceeds to do everything possible to take care of said person they don't care about)

"you are not sleeping on my couch. get on the bed, asshole."

"i'm not your mother. take care of yourself." (they did not, in fact, let the sick person take care of themself)

"have i ever told you that spending five hours in freezing rain without a coat is stupid? no? well, it was fucking stupid, [insert name here]."

"you know, there's this magical thing called common sense. you've probably never heard of it, but normal people have it, and that's why they're careful while handling knives so that they don't drop one on their foot."

"lie down. that's not a request, that's an order."

"you're going to drink this if it's the last thing you do."

"take your own temperature, asshole. no. no, you're doing it wrong. oh my gosh, just let me do it."

"are you feeling alright?" (clears throat) "i mean, uh, you better not be fucking sick, you idiot."

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Lina looked down at the table, she was nervous for when John arrived, she didn’t know if he would even turn up. She thought it would be embarrassing if he stood her up but how they left the relationship they were in felt awkward and wrong. Lina had been blocked from contacting him for about a month or just over and the amount of days she hadn’t slept just worrying about him felt unreal and left her in a daze. The bell over the door brought her back to her surroundings and the smell of coffee hit her fast, and she felt dizzy. Lina looked up. John was standing in the doorway looking around, presumably for her. She raised her arms over her head “Hey John! I’m here!” John looked over and smiled, his hair was windswept and she looked out of the window realising it was a storm outside. The weather said is would be warm with short spells of showers but it turned out to be wrong, once again. John started walking over and Lina stood up awkwardly “Hey Li, how are you?” He asked her. She gave him a shrug and mumbled she was fine, John just rolled his eyes and hugged her. “We can still talk you know, you’re my friend and that won’t change,” he said to her, Lina looked up surprised “Wait, actually?” He flicked her shoulder “Nah I hate you, dummy.” Lina giggled and they sat down to discuss how they had been, making sure not to talk about their relationship, trying their best to start from scratch.

Trope of the day is... exes to friends. Not all relationships have to end badly, not all exes have to hate each other. Being amicable exes who still trust and respect each other and who are just better off as friends should be more included in fiction.

chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

This or That, Gothic Edition

You know the drill: reblog and bold your preferences.

chained up or forced to wear a straightjacket // stabbed in the shoulder or bitten by a monster // masquerade ball or dinner party // stormy night or winter forest // dungeon or tower // sudden collapse or bandaged up // poisoned or drained of blood // experimented on or bedridden // nightmares or hallucinations // attacked by a monster or transformed into one // betrayal or lost love // castle or cottage // seaside or garden // hanged or strapped down // damsel in distress or ghostly maiden // haunted portrait or haunted mirror // guilt or insanity // immortality or untimely death // thunderstorm or snowstorm // imprisoned monster or angry ghost // laboratory or library // cemetery or portrait gallery // secret cellar or secret attic // hanging chandeliers or melting candelabras // body horror or creature horror // howling wind or eerie silence

Elle looked at Mina, struggling against the grasp of the chains against the wall. Mina sobbed as Giles grabbed her hair “Tell me how you fucking found me,” she made eye contact with him and spat in his face. Giles raised his fist to hit her and Elle braved herself for seeing her friend be hurt but Mina grabbed his wrist “Touch me and I promise you I will destroy you.”

ok but enough of that “touch her and i’ll kill you” trope, i want my badass female main character to have “touch ME and i’ll kill you” energy

when i’m depressed, my bed is my best friend

when i feel like this

i sleep

right now i really want to cry. i want someone to hold me close to their chest, so tightly that i can only hear their voice, their heartbeat and their breathing (and my occasional crackling sob). i want to feel someone care for me. because lots of people won’t believe me but that feeling...when someone holds you so tightly, and makes you feel so safe to just break in front of them...that is what someone caring feels like. you can actually feel it. i haven’t felt it in...over a month. i know thats a short period of time but shit, people don’t hug me. people don’t hug me like how he used to. he used to let me cry. he used to just sit there in silence with me because thats what i needed. i didn’t want to interact with people but i didn’t want to be alone. i’m sick of being alone. but i can’t even cry. because i have no one to hold me tightly. no one to murmur that they love me. i have no one. i have nothing. i have myself, and i’m not strong enough.

the words you make me say

when the waters in my lungs

and i am drowning

and falling

are the words that hurt the most

but they are the words

that make my mind ache

with the buzz of the most deepest sincerity

you told me to live

and to feel

so i experienced all those things

without you

but for you

because you told me to

because of you

i stayed afloat

- BrontideRaven

can confirm i agree, higher power must be informed we want this change

i think there should be two nighttimes. one for sleeping and a second one for being awake but at night. and then only one daytime because daytime doesn’t matter as much except for the birds

if someone loved me like i loved reading 18th century law books...

can we go on a picnic now, mi amor?

i’m waiting for the night to end because maybe then, i will end too

1:19 - im tired of this

Songs that give me flashbacks of a better time and have a deeper meaning to me: Bonnie & Clyde - YUQI Escape - Rupert Holmes Some Heroes Don’t Wear Capes - Callum Beattie Weak - AJR This Afternoon - Nickelback Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift Prom Queen - Beach Bunny Rumors - NEFFEX Everybody Talks - Neon Trees Mr. Blue Sky - ELO Drivers License - jxdn Heaven Is A Halfpipe - OPM Cheerleader - OMI (Felix Jaehn Remix) Oh, Death - SUGR? La Di Die - Nessa Barrett, jxdn

I've spoken to my ex every night since his first day of work...We've spoken over the phone twice. Last night/this morning (from 23.30 to like, 3 ish) and two nights ago from like, 1 am to almost 5... His voice is so damn fucking familiar cuz we used to call at night and when we woke up and he would sing me to sleep and when I've been saying I’m tired...he just sings, really badly (cuz he rlly cant sing that well, but its still so...cute) and like it kinda just hurts but in my mind I'm so tired to even say anything and it just feels so nice and so...normal. My friend asked if I wanted him back and I didn’t know what to say cuz...yeah I do but at the same time I don’t.  Its because I'm so sick of him, but all I want is to be able to fall asleep on his chest, his hand playing with my hair, listening to his heartbeat, tapping my fingers on his chest to the beat of "Bam Bam" by Camila Cabello and Ed Sheeran while its light outside but he has his shutters closed...and its just so peaceful. Just him murmuring that he loves me...and I'm so tired to even take it in but I say it back because that’s how I feel, with my whole heart. I hate that I can remember every single day I spent with him. I miss holding his hand, I miss hugging him and breathing in his scent that I got so damn used to. I miss him, but not in any way you would expect. I miss when he used to come over and mess around with my skateboard in my hallway on the rug. I miss how he would always try to pick me up and that I could feel his arms shaking. I miss him kissing me, how full his lips feel on mine. I miss moments where I would quote something from a show or movie he really liked and how he would kiss me and tell me how much he loved me. I thought I was over him.  I thought I’d be able to talk to him easily without intrusive thoughts. I guess I was really wrong. I even miss our song...

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.  - Pablo Neruda

Tell me that I haven’t fallen for the most romantic thing ever.

Persuasion (by Jane Austen) has an exhaustingly beautiful and sort of haunting loving feel that drifts through the air, and actually, makes me long for a romance to stir me out of my sorrows.

A few lines of the letter that really catch me are these,

“I am half agony, half hope.”

“I have loved none but you.”

“For you alone, I think and plan.”

“You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of the voice when they would be lost on others.”

You cannot tell me that is not romantic. To see a kiss, to share a kiss , to hear others recollect their memories of youth and love...makes me wonder why I let myself down and let go of the one who captivates my heart every time I hear their name. Even a thought of every second we spent together, any moment that arrives to my mind...makes my heart beat faster and makes me feel in a daze again...but then I feel my heart sink, because they are no longer with me. They no longer have me in their mind.

Jane Austen’s words are too powerful for my weak frame of mind, I fear.

Perhaps I will move onto the Brontë sisters for this week.

Two neighbors share the same birthday. Thus, they celebrate their birthdays together. Every year, they somehow manage to find another person that shares their birthday, so they can afford to gradually make their parties more grandiose.

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this beautiful person sent me a private DM here in tumblr once i gave them my username and reached out and everything and i’m really glad that happened because they seem like a truly wonderful person

thank you kokobot and thank you to everyone who supports other people and also thank you to people who need support on kokobot because honestly it’s been made so much better by you guys so <33

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