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I wanna write a story where the love interest is first described as a reserved, quiet, blunt person, who always wears black, or grey, or generally dark colors.

As the story progresses, and the MC provides a more positive influence on them, they start to become more open. They laugh and smile in public(it’s the cutest thing the MC has ever seen). They start wearing more colorful outfits.

And by the end of the story, the MC and the love interest are holding hands, smiling ear-to-ear, wearing matching colorful outfits.

Prompt requests: Mirabel’s mother and father reverse positions , so the Augustin is the Madrigal and Julieta is the one marrying into the family, so when Mirabel doesn’t get her door people think it’s because she might not actually be apart of the Madrigal family in the first place (cheating). I think it would just be interesting to explore how the madrigal’s would treat Mirabel then.

Prompt request: I’d like a story about Isa blowing up at Mirabel about being Dad’s favorite because she is powerless like he is and that he relates to her better than any of his other kids. That having powers meant her dad never could quite get connect with either of his other kids because of how amazing they seems and how accidents prone/average he is. That he secretly adore that Mirabel is like him and dotes on her as a result.

I just want a fic where Mirabel realizes that her sister were just as jealous of her as she was on them.

The Differences Between OG Fairytales,Fairytales on Tumblr,and My Ideal Fairytale(inspired by zizifun)

OG fairytale: The dragon locks the princess in the tower. The knight/prince slays the dragon and saves the princess. They live happily ever after.

Tumblr fairytale: The princess and the dragon form a platonic bond and he drives her suitors away. The dragon falls in love with a knight/prince and shape shifts into a human form and makes out with him. The princess sneaks away during this and slays her wicked misogynistic brother, the king, and falls in love with his wife and they rule together as equals. My ideal fairytale: The dragon has the princess in a tower. The knight/prince tries to save her,only to realize she’s the one the dragon is protecting the people from. The reason? She is the nasty daughter of two tyrant monarchs,a king and queen whose serious love for each other overflows any literal and metaphorical container,who receive love from her as deep as the ocean,and whose love for her is enough to fill 3 rivers. When he finally realizes,it’s already too late. The dragon has already killed him as she jumps out of the way. Her loving parents are reunited with her,and the dragon is promptly pinned to the ground and killed by order of the king and queen. The royal family,happy to be back together again,oppress everyone once again and make the world “perfect and royal,lavish,magnificent,majestic,and regal”,just like them.

Please Stop Your Scaring Me by Eye_Collective

Fandoms:Batman - All Media Types

Teen And Up Audiences

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

M/M

Complete Work

01 Sep 2023

Tags

Graphic Depictions Of Violence Major Character Death Dick Grayson/Wally West Wally West Dick Grayson Partner Betrayal Betrayal Hurt No Comfort Angst Prompt Fic Last Kiss

Summary

Cuddles and watching a movie what can do wrong?

He held her in her arms.

 She sobbed into his arms harder than she ever did. She felt nauseous as he held her closer. She continued to plea and gag blood as he held the knife tight in her abdomen.

Character A: randomly losing control of their magic and instead of finding an outlet to release it on they just let it flow over themselves, use to the pain

Character B: Noticing one night, suddenly very mad at Character A

[Story Relay] Tickled Pink

[Story Relay] Tickled Pink

A little walkthrough. I wrote a simple writing prompt on the 21st of December last year and sent it via Facebook Messenger to a good friend who is a writer (and a fellow Potterhead 🐍 as well) she replied with an added story to the prompt. I replied back with another one and it became a story relay. I had a fun time writing this with my friend within just a couple of hours. So here is the unedited…

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Dec. 13th: 12-Days Before Christmas (2022 Story Relay Marathon)

Hi, kindred souls! This is the very first story relay of a 12-day story relay marathon I endorsed to my friend, ShiaraS (Discord: Shiara#5382) , that we will be doing from Dec. 13th to Dec. 24th—AKA 12 days before Christmas!

Since this is a marathon of sorts, we decided to lay some ground rules so we can "finish" each relay for each day. It would start with me drawing a prompt every morning from a plastic container that will serves as our bowl for this occasion. These prompts were collected by us from different sources (I will do my absolute best to give appropriate credit for the original creators/source material).

The story relay would then consist of 5 turns for both of us with a max. of 10-15 sentences each turn. After these, the story relay for that day would be considered "finished". THERE WILL BE NO EDITING DONE FOR ALL STORY RELAYS.

These rules were placed since ShiaraS' exams were also scheduled during the set week.

HERE'S THE WRITING PROMPT FOR TODAY'S STORY RELAY:

You just finished the ritual to summon a demon. However, your sacrifice was insufficient. Instead, they sent you their intern. (via @writing-prompt-s as submitted by @gearboxwritesbooks)

START OF STORY RELAY:

I furiously flipped through the grimoire trying to find out what I did wrong and how I could fix things. Because this is not what I wanted. I wanted to make a deal with a real demon, not his intern! This scrawny, over-gelled teenager in a beat up leather jacket who was trying very hard to look intimidating and failing by a mile. "What happened?!" I screamed at her, "What did I do wrong? How come I get you?" The intern rolled her eyes and walked to the edge of the pentagram on the floor. She swiped her finger on the line and put it in her mouth. She grimaced and spit it out. "Did you even check the blood you used? You think a demon will come for some cheap rat blood?" "Rat blood?!!"

"You know those cute fluffy dark crawling mammals with long thin tails and pointy noses and severe overbites? The ones that like to munch on substandard rotten earthly substances?" she explained as she flicks her porcelain pointed tail. I stared at her disgusted with how smooth and pale her tail and nails are. Definitely not a demon. "Those are rats," she finished with a flat dried-lipped smile. "I didn't use a rat blood. It's supposed to be a gallon of black stallion's blood." "Oops, I guess..." The intern shrugged and raised her brows. "How do I return you back? I want a REAL demon." I replied as I looked for an instructions— —"Hmmm... do you have a book about a botched summoning ritual?" "It's evocation for high ranking celestial entities. Summoning is only for spirits and lower class..." She grabbed the book I am scanning and smirked, "You're below an amateur then for summoning a demon intern."

I blushed a furious red. "Fine! I got the wrong book and the wrong blood but I'm still making a deal." She stared at me and the ... She laughed. The lights flickered. The dogs in the neighborhood started howling. "For an amateur who knows absolutely nothing about rituals and spells, you're pretty funny. So, for that, I will do you a favor by not killing you where you stand. Which, by the way, is the usual consequence for botched rituals." I know I should take the win and let the infuriating intern climb back down to hell. I shouldn't push my luck against her. ... ... But I'm desperate. One way or the other, I need to get something out of this whole mess. I've done too much to give up now. "If I can't make a deal with a real demon, can I make a deal with you? I'll do anything."

"You'll... do ... anything...you say," she folded her arms and her tail twirled glistening under the room light. "Y-yes." "You're that desperate huh," she turned her back and looked down at the pentagram on the floor. I bit my lip. I'll take it since I AM desperate. "So what can you d—" she cocked her head to the side still not facing me but her tail stopped moving and pointed at me "—I mean, what do you want in return" "Depends."

"De-depends on what?" "On what you want and how badly you want it." She smirked and for the first time that whole afternoon, I questioned whether what I wanted is worth whatever this creature from hell asks of me. My hand begins to shake and I make up my mind. "I... I'm a writer. I have good stories and I know I'm better than half the published authors out there but no one wants to publish me." "And let me guess, you want to be famous." "I want to be published. I want my words to reach millions of readers. I want my life to mean something." She stepped closer to me. As close as she can be while still being in the pentagram. Her forked tail rose and swept the braid off my shoulder. "That's easy enough. I don't even need to be a high level demon for that."

"H-How?" "First things first. You need to gather a handful of stuff before I explain it to you.", a dried pig's ear appeared in front of my face. I grabbed at it and could see scribbled list on it. I gathered my bag and keys and went for the door. "When you come back, I will give you my asking price for our deal." I nodded and closed the door locking it. I checked the list once again. It's a very short list, and a bizarre one. .... 10 gallons of blood from several sleeping beauties 2 Fountain pens from a dead holy servant 5 pounds of powdered gold fish scales .... I may be "below amateur" in demon casting but I am a veteran for scouting for what I need.

Whenever anyone read my work, I always felt a anxious over their opinion, that feeling multiplied ten times when I came back to my little apartment a couple of hours later and discovered the intern lying on her back while one of my manuscripts floated above her head. "That's my manuscript!" "Relax, I'm just reading it. If I'm going to make this world famous, I should at least know if I'll be torturing the rest of humanity with it. It's not bad, the bare bones of a good story are here but some of your metaphors fall a little flat." I bit my tongue, not wanting to say anything to offend the mercurial little demon. "I'll speak about it to whatever editor you get for me. I got everything on your list." She jumped to her feet, my manuscript following her movements. "Excellent. Now, in exchange for turning your little book into a best seller, you will work for me for 6 years. You will get me desperate souls willing to make a deal. One soul for each week your book is number one on the best sellers list." I paled. This wasn't what I wanted. I thought I would have to sell my soul, not drag others to hell with me.

"Are interns allowed to do that? How am I to know you're not using me to bypass any demonic rules for promotion?" I don't know what came to me but I feel almost confident to question this subrace of an evil entity. "For your information, despite the disastrous ritual you just did only demon interns who have been serving the longest and received the most merits would appear in place of a REAL demon. Hence, the lack of horns." She pointed to her head. "Sooo...", She continued, "you are in the presence of someone who is about to get her Horn of Demonic merit. Making you almost my very first human contract as a demon." "If you say so. I am just making sure I get the whole picture of this negotiation." I gave her a wry smile. This was even better. Way better than my initial plan. This was the moment I knew I didn't fail. I can now have my own demon slave for 6 years. Interns are still naive and this particular intern was too confident for her own good. I started to prepare all the ingredients she asked.

"I said fine powder. If you can't tell the difference between coarse and fine, no wonder you need to make a deal to sell your books." I gritted my teeth as I ground the goldfish scales some more. The intern, did not have faith in my potion making ability and it took it upon herself to watch over my shoulder. I ignored her as best as I could. I just reminded myself of the 6 years I would potentially have a low level demon in my pocket. Together, we finished the potion and under the light of the full moon, I soaked the pens in it as the intern chanted in an unfamiliar language. There's a bright burst of light and a shockwave that knocked me off my feet. When the light faded, the pens floated to me looking completely unblemished. "One of these pens is for you. Use it to write your stories by hand and they'll be a guaranteed hit." "By hand?" "Only the first draft, the copies can be printed if you're feeling lazy. But do not lose that first draft or let it be destroyed." I grabbed the first pen, anticipating the hand cramps to come. "And the second one?" "That is for the people you give me. They sign their contracts with this pen and their soul is mine."

1 week has passed and I had just submitted my manuscript earlier this morning. Each day for 5 days, I would led one person to see the intern and I arranged for them to discuss their desires & sign their contracts on the day I submitted my manuscript. The intern agreed to this arrangement given since they will make the transactions all at once. "It's one way to start your writing career with a bang, I guess", she chirped as she watched me rewriting my manuscript away from her. Few hours later, all the 5 people stood infront of each of the pointed corners of the pentagram while the intern stood at the center observing them. They each wrote their names on the dried pig's ear the intern provided. They then pricked their thumbs and put a bloody stamp of their fingerprint on the paper. The guileless intern's stature perked up. "There's no need for a blood pact. I am not yet allowed to do that anyway." "You are now to declare your desire to this lowlife." she whipped her head towards my direction in annoyance which instantly melted into alarm. "What are you doing?!" "By the remaining celestial hierarchy I still hold in this form, I command you to cast a binding spell tying this demon upon earthly planes!" Five glowing halos appeared above the head of the 5 fallen angels I located throughout the city. They then raised the blood-marked parchment and chanted an old Abrahamic prayer. "You tricked me!" "Oh dearie, didn't they warn you?" "You—"

THE END. OR IS IT?

Please stay tuned for the rest of the story relays we will be doing!

Dec. 14th: 11-Days Before Christmas (2022 Story Relay Marathon)

Hi, kindred souls! This is the second story relay of a 12-day story relay marathon I endorsed to my friend, ShiaraS (Discord: Shiara#5382) , that we will be doing from Dec. 13th to Dec. 24th—AKA 12 days before Christmas!

Since this is a marathon of sorts, we decided to lay some ground rules so we can "finish" each relay for each day. It would start with me drawing a prompt every morning from a plastic container that will serves as our bowl for this occasion. These prompts were collected by us from different sources (I will do my absolute best to give appropriate credit for the original creators/source material).

The story relay would then consist of 5 turns for both of us with a max. of 10-16 sentences each turn. After these, the story relay for that day would be considered "finished". THERE WILL BE NO EDITING DONE FOR ALL STORY RELAYS.

These rules were placed since ShiaraS' exams were also scheduled during the set week.

HERE'S THE WRITING PROMPT FOR TODAY'S STORY RELAY:

He was tracking a reindeer through the woods and came to a clearing. As he walked through the trees a hand pulled at the hem of his shirt. "Finally, we've been waiting for you," said the red and green clad elf. (via Pinterest link by bibliomavens.wordpress.com)

START OF STORY RELAY:

"Let's go. We are way behind schedule already." The tiny creature shuffled to his left. "What? Wh-why?" the man stammered as he tried digged his thumbnail to his index finger. "Hurry. Eric thinks this is not the time for your silly jokes," the elf demanded while wriggling its toes "Who's Eric? And I am not coming with you. Who do you think I am?" "I am Eric." pointing its tiny fingers right in front of its eyes, "You are Leo the Understudy", pointing at the man. "Well, Eric—", Eric the elf waved both of his hands, "—Hi. I am Leopold NOT Leo and I am not an understudy. I am a wildlife photographer.", Leopold showed his camera and Eric looked at it for a few seconds and shook his head with his hands on his waist. "No. No. Eric knows you are Leo, Santa's Understudy."

The man's eyes grew as big as the moon, "Santa's what now?" Eric the elf growled impatiently and pulled on the man's arm again. "We don't have time for your jokes, Leo. Santa needs help right now or the children of the world will wake up very disappointed tomorrow morning." Still dazed by all this, Leo let the little elf pull him through the trees. He had no idea what was going on. He came out here to get some shots of wild reindeer in the snowy forest floor, a sure winner for holiday magazines, and now an elf was telling him he was Santa's understudy? The only thing that made sense was that the eggnog at Chris' party had hit him harder than he imagined. Eric the elf pulled Leo for a long while until they Leo heard the sound of a man's voice not far from them. "Come now, Rudolph, don't be like that." The duo broke through the trees and Leo faced another shock as he saw Santa's sleigh parked feet away from him. But that wasn't what what shocked him, no, it was the sight of a sulking, red nosed, reindeer up a tree branch while Santa Claus tried to lure him down with some carrots.

"Oh Santa, what has gotten to Rudolph this time?" Eric wobbled towards the old man who even with him slouching trying to lay pieces of carrots in a comical pattern still towered over him tenfold. Leopold transfixed for a minute with the scene before him, still managed to whip his camera out and took a handful of shots. He decided that even though a bout of sugar rush from two glasses of eggnog gave him this improbable delirium, he will make the best of it by taking as many photos as he could. Perhaps in the morning, it will result in acceptable nightly pictures. He was so focused on doing so that he failed to observe the jolly tall bearded man who started to walk towards him. "It's been a long time Leo. You've grown!" "You know me?" queried Leopold after taking a portrait of Santa Claus. "Very well! I remember when you were a foot taller than Eric here but now voila!" claps Santa as he peered through his half-moon spectacles. "Who would have thought you'll return?" "Eric did! So as Martha, Lily, Lydia, and many more!" chimed Eric behind Santa Leopold bit the inside of his cheeks. "I'm sorry who are you, really?"

"Come now, Leo," Santa laughed, "Enough with the jokes. I know you had to blend in with the locals but I really do need your help with Rudolph." "I really have no idea what you're talking about! Who are you and why do you keep acting like you know me?" Santa's laughter stopped and he stepped closer to Leo. Leo backed away, uncomfortable with how close Santa was. "You really don't remember?" Santa said morosely. Santa looked defeated as he backed away and sat on a nearby boulder. He looked so sad and hopeless that Leo couldn't help but feel guilty even though he shouldn't. Eric the elf patted Santa's knee in comfort, all the while glaring at Leo. "Look," Leo started, "I'm sorry about all this but either I'm hallucinating or you have the wrong person. Up until today, I thought you were just a fairytale." Santa winced and Leo felt the guilt grow some more. "I am very real, Leopold." Said Santa, "All this is real. I do not know what happened to your memories but if you help me tonight, I believe I can help you restore your memories." Leo frowned. He would be lying if he said something about all this didn't feel right. It's weird and insane but it felt right, more than anything had the past 10 months. There weren't any gaps in his memories, he could tell you where he was born, what day, where he grew up, his first school. He could say it all. But, he would only be saying it. Everything from his past seemed so factual, so devoid of emotion as if reading someone else's biography. He remembered where he grew up but he couldn't remember what game he liked to play when he was a kid. He knew all the subjects he took in school, yet nothing in his memories told him who were his closest friends. Still, is all that enough reason to give in to this madness?

Leo looked over at the reindeer sniffing the air up above the tree. As crazed as anything that happened the last hour or so, he at least was near a reindeer albeit a different one from what he was following earlier. For all that, he could at most help the fabled old man and his overpassionate elf. Never mind how much absurd the situation was. He stepped forward and slowly picked four pieces of carrots off the snow-covered grass which was somehow arranged by Santa into a poor attempt of imitating a wink emoji. The creature was observing him with a look of annoyance, almost challenging him. "Hi, I'm Leopold but your friends here keep calling me, Leo. I guess you could call me that as well if you wanna be friends." Rudolph batted his eyes unbothered. "I hear your name is Rudolph. Can I call you, Ru-Ru?" its antlers gave a slight movement. "Do you like it? I like it enough for you. It suits you. But I gotta say having a tantrum and climbing up trees is definitely not on-brand for your name, Ru-Ru." Leo quipped munching on a carrot. The sound and the look Leo has been showing perked Rudolph's interest. "Oh do you want a carrot?" it started snorting in protest. "You do, do you?" Leo started munching more carrots. "You better hurry getting down here or else I would devour all of these carrots. Nom nom" Rudolph grunted and leapt straight towards Leo. "Woho ho ho! You did it, Leo!" exclaimed the now hopping and clapping Santa followed by Eric's shrill cheers, "Leo The Understudy!"

The next few moments were a blur. As soon as Rudolph had gotten his fill of the carrots, Eric hurried them along to get back to delivering presents. And, before he knew it, Leo was sitting next to Eric in the back seat of Santa's sleigh as the man himself urged the magical flying reindeer to soar higher. The air above the ground is colder and more biting, and yet Leo couldn't feel too unbothered by it. Up here, the clouds were within reach feeling like lightest water between his fingertips, the moon was bigger too, but even more amazingly, the lights from the towns below made it all look like another group of stars on the earth. "This is incredible." Leo gasped. "Still think this is a dream?" Eric asked him and Leo could only shake his head. No, this was definitely not a dream, he couldn't come up with half the amazing things around him. Because of his apparent memory loss, he never got to join Santa and Eric in actually delivering the presents. Instead, he had to stay by the sleigh and keep Rudolph from having any more tantrums. He did learn that when in flight, the reindeer moved so fast that it was impossible to see them unless they wanted to be seen. Anyway, when Santa had delivered his last present to a little boy in the Philippines, they all flew back to the North Pole. "Memories are special." Santa said, "They mold and shape us. Without the right memories, you would be a different person. So, your real memories can't be gone. They're still inside you, just buried." "And if that's true, you can help me? How?" "Every gift I deliver is unique and special. Each one holds a memory. Hopefully, that can help unlock your memories." Leo was unconvinced, "My old gifts?" Santa laughed, "Don't be silly. Not the gifts. The gift wrappers."

Leo stared incredulously at Santa, "Who keeps the wrappers or bags that came with each gift they ever received?" The old man sighed, "I take it you didn't keep any of yours?" "No. Not that I know of." Santa glanced at the young man and gestured towards his camera. "That camera, how long have you been using that?" Leo instinctively clutched his camera and recalled the day he first saw it. It was seven years ago. It was the year all of his classmates and neighbouring kids started to be preoccupied with individual hobbies and clubs of interest. He never really quite understand why it felt like he couldn't find a single interest he could spend hours doing except one thing, observing those that are around him. He was climbing up the bus on the very last day of school before Christmas break. He saw the driver clutching a worn-out bag. He remembered asking about it as he took his seat behind them. It belonged to the lady driver's father who passed away last summer. She found the bag with the untouched camera inside. It's unused by her father and did not have any sentimental value for them. She was contemplating dropping it off at the pawnshop but went against it when she saw how curious and fascinated Leo was. She gave the bag to Leo when then arrived at his stop. Since that day, Leo never went anywhere without it. The lady bus driver, always beamed whenever she saw Leo carrying it and mostly, especially when he was using it. "It's a long time ago. Feels like ages. It came with a bag." Leo saw Santa grinning. "It wasn't from you, it's from my old lady bus driver. Just so you know." "I didn't say it came from me...but the contents, some of it possibly." Leo gaped at him in confusion, "What? There was nothing inside the bag except the camera." " Did you check for other items other than the camera?" "What's in the bag?" Eric poked his knee, "Santa's gift for that year, dippy."

Leo frowned, "Even if any of that's true. We're on our way to the North Pole and that bag is in my apartment. I have work tomorrow." Eric scoffed, "Human brains." "What Eric means to say is that we are currently on the fastest transport in the world. We can stop by your apartment and make it back to the North Pole in no time." Before Leo could protest or agree, Santa had already flicked the reins again and the reindeer sped off into the night. True to his word, they reached Leo,'s apartment in what felt like seconds. Eric went with him while Santa combed the reindeer. Luckily for him, Leo was a bit of a pack rat and the bag was tucked away in a battered box in his storage closet. It was dusty, the leather was all but peeled off, the strap was torn, and the buckle was rusted shut. If Santa was right and gifts told stories, this bag would have a lot to tell. The trip back to the North Pole was as quick as Santa promised and when they got there, they were greeted by cheerful, excited elves. They shot confetti into the air that sparkled like little stars. There was an actual marching band and even jugglers! "Welcome home Santa!" "Ho Ho Ho," Said Santa, "Thank you all for this welcome! It was a long night but I'm glad for it all." "Movie! Movie! Movie!" The elves cheered. Santa laughed as he approached them. "You know the rules everyone. No film until Christmas morning." Leo whispered to Eric, "Film?" "The elves remember every toy they make. When Santa visits a house, he asks the Christmas ornaments to record the kids' reaction to their gifts. We watch them on Christmas morning." Leo looked amazed, "I didn't know that." "Come on, follow me and grab your bag." Eric said. The elf lead Leo to a house at the end of the street.

Before they entered through the door, Leo noticed how this house was different from the ones they passed by. Most houses had twinkling lights and polished finished while this one only has a wreath made from ivory vines and adorned with lilacs and one glowing star. Inside, a series of chimes echoed as they walked to the center where a huge round wooden table stood. Eric nudged Leo towards it and pointed to the bag. Leo placed the bag on the table and watched as Eric climbed on a stool he dragged towards the table. Then he began sniffing and patting the bag all over. His saucer-like wide eyes blinks furiously as he did this for a minute. Suddenly, he giggled and open a flap at the bottom of the bag and revealed a royal blue envelop neatly tucked below. Eric excitedly give the envelop to Leo. "Is that it? I thought there would be some whooshing sound or bright light. I still don't remember." Eric rolled his eyes, "You open it, receive the gift then place the envelop with your both palms on the table." Leo opened the envelop and saw what lies in it, a plastic card. He looked closely and it seems to be a credit card of sorts. It has his name on it written in gold lettering as well as his other personal details. "What is this?" "Oh you got the card all these times and didn't use it! It's a card of all wishes!" cheered Eric who somehow managed climbing on top of the table. "If a child wishes for a thing, you as the Understudy will see a vision of that wish above the child's head like a hazy gray cloud—if the kid was nice but not jolly, and unhappy. A bright red if that kid was naughty but still jolly. Blue, if a kid is both naughty and unhappy. Those are only the things that I know of." "So I grant wishes by swiping the card?" Eric took off his hat and became somber, "No, you do it before and after Christmas only. And you use to buy it anything you think a kid will need to —" Eric air quoting, "—survive so they can last until Christmas for Santa to come to give them presents." "I can do those things?" Leo was incredibly awed by the prospect "Not only you, dippy. There were others you see before you but they chose to live by human rules that they also perish by human ways." "There were others?" "Yes. I believe the owner of this bag and camera was an Understudy." Eric pointed out nonchalantly. Leo gaped and stared at his camera, the bag, and the card. "Why else would he have a brand new camera he didn't use placed inside a wornout bag before he died? It's his last attempt to pass along the torch to you together with Santa's gift."

The gift and seeing the North Pole went a long way to convincing Leo that some of this was real, but he wasn't quite there yet. "I still don't understand what you want from me." He said, "If I'm supposed to be the Understudy, it's pointless now that Christmas has gone." "Weren't you listening? You arrived late. You should have read the card when the former understudy, that bus lady, gave it to you. But you didn't so we had to build extra special toys to make up for your absence." Leo was silent. What else could he say? Who even reads the cards anymore? He didn't even know those were still popular. "I'm sorry ... I..." "Don't be sorry." Eric said and handed Leo a thick brown book and a candy cane. "Just read this." Leo frowned and sniffed the book. "Is this a gingerbread book?" "Of course it is. Did you think it would be leather?" He almost said, yes, but with how Eric laughed at the word, leather, he figured it wasn't important. He was currently talking with an elf in the North Pole after getting a lift on Santa's sleigh. The book was indeed made of gingerbread and right in the middle of the book was an empty space in the shape of a candy cane. Leo looked at the candy cane Eric gave him and placed it in the space. The effect was immediate and the book opened before him. The pages inside were, thankfully, made of regular paper. "The Understudy" He read aloud. "This is the story of every understudy that came before you." Eric explained, "Read this to know more about who you are and why the children of the world need you." Leo gulped, he considered closing the book and running to the sleigh, flying back to his apartment, and forgetting all this madness. But something stopped him. Call it fate or magic, whatever it was, Leo decided to trust it and read the book.

THE END. OR IS IT?

Please stay tuned for the rest of the story relays we will be doing!

Dec. 15th: 10-Days Before Christmas (2022 Story Relay Marathon)

Hi, kindred souls! This is the third story relay of a 12-day story relay marathon I endorsed to my friend, ShiaraS (Discord: Shiara#5382) , that we will be doing from Dec. 13th to Dec. 24th—AKA 12 days before Christmas!

Since this is a marathon of sorts, we decided to lay some ground rules so we can "finish" each relay for each day. It would start with me drawing a prompt every morning from a plastic container that will serves as our bowl for this occasion. These prompts were collected by us from different sources (I will do my absolute best to give appropriate credit for the original creators/source material).

The story relay would then consist of 5 turns for both of us with a max. of 10-16 sentences each turn. After these, the story relay for that day would be considered "finished". THERE WILL BE NO EDITING DONE FOR ALL STORY RELAYS.

These rules were placed since ShiaraS' exams were also scheduled during the set week.

[We started this on the night of the 15th but we fell asleep. XD We then continued it today during our free time. We hope to post the prompt for the Dec.16th sometime tonight.]

HERE'S THE WRITING PROMPT FOR TODAY'S STORY RELAY:

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home. (via @writing-prompt-s)

START OF STORY RELAY:

Nana has been living by herself in the retirement village for a few years now. Her two kids live far away and neither they nor their children visited much. Until, one day when she was making her special apple pie and her grandson, Tyler, popped up for a visit. The last time she spoke to Tyler, the boy was going through his goth phase so Nana assumed that explained why he was now wearing a silver studded leather jacket and ripped jeans. "Granny," He smirked, "what a change from the usual - " "Quit dawdling, Tyler, and give your Nana a hug." Before Tyler could do anything, the older woman closed the distance and wrapped her thin arms around him. Tyler froze, not knowing what to do. Because, Nana was wrong. Her grandson did not come to visit, in fact he's currently in his friend's apartment 300 miles away as they slept off the hangover from the night before. No, the boy Nana had mistaken for her grandson was a demon she had accidentally summoned. The demon stood with his arms in the air, not hugging and not pushing away the old woman either. "Come now, Tyler," Nana said, "I haven't seen you in years, I missed you." Somehow, feeling the sadness in the old woman's voice touched the heart the demon would have sworn he never had, and he hesitantly returned Nana's hug. Maybe it's because he had only been a demon for 150 years and he still remembered bits of his human life. Like the old woman across the street who let him crash in her place whenever he needed a decent place to sleep in.

Humans are indeed a complex breed. Tyler wondered how long would it take for this old woman to realize that he wasn't her grandson. "Oh look how much you've grown dear," Nana cooed as she accosted the demon. Demons don't get a name of their own up until the 333rd year since they become one. On the 666th year, they get the chance to either torture souls sent to hell or possess a specific object on earth. Overtaking a human body and ensnaring human souls are highly diabolical power that only the most nefarious and malevolent of demons could do. These are the fiends that raked in the Devil himself's favor. It came as a surprise that he get to be named by a wrinkly human being. A bland name at that. Either way, he decided to accept this mistaken identity at least for the time being. He was summoned by this granny after all, by mistake at best. "How old are you again, Tyler?", Nana turned her back and went straight into the kitchen. "I'm 150—15!" "Oh wow. I thought you're way past your high school. I guess I was mistaken once again." she turned the kettle on after pouring water into it. " I do hope you still like to drink my nettle tea. Come on, sit here. It's been a long time since I have been with a member of the family for the holidays." It seems that nana's in the mood for a monologue. Tyler wondered if this was the only time the old woman received a visitor for days or even for months in her house. "Please pardon me for not getting you anything teenagers nowadays like for Christmas. But I intend to buy you those leather gloves I see the local bikers' been wearing by the pub whenever I pass by for my groceries. I was about to ask Jerry where they buy those but I haven't been able to go out due to this cold weather."

It was such a mundane, senseless dialogue that Tyler the demon couldn't help but laugh. "Are you laughing at your Nana?" Nana said, trying to sound stern. Tyler wasn't the least bit intimidated but he decided to humor her. "Sorry... Nana, I was just thinking of a funny joke." Satisfied with the apology, Nana continued her monologue. Switching from the leather gloves to this new herbal medicine she saw on TV. It was easy for Tyler to tuner her out. He was amused by the old lady but he wasn't going to submit himself to mindless chatter for no reason. So, his mind drifted to what brought him here. Summoning a demon isn't an easy feat. Well, technically, it is. It had to be to invite more fools to make demon deals. Still, it's not the king of thing you can do by accident. You'd need an open space for the pentagram, sacrificial blood, and not to mention the summoning spell that needed to be recited. It was completely impossible for this sweet old lady to have summoned a demon. And yet, she did and Tyler intended to find out how. "Hey, Nana," He began "Yes dear?" "I was just curious, were you doing anythin... new before I got here?" Nana thought about it for a moment. She smiled, "I was baking, dear. I was trying a new twist to my famous apple pie." Tyler groaned. "Anything else?" "Hmm well, I was using the recipe from this new cook book I got at the library." Nana went to the kitchen to retrieve the cool book. When she got back, she gave it to Tyler whose eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Sinful Cooking" The title read. Although perhaps more worryingly was the giant pentagram on the cover.

"You got it at the library, you say?" Tyler racking his unholy brain. Nana nodded and proceeded to check her apple pie from the oven. It was still warm even though it was a while since she turned the machine off after Tyler' arrival. "You see, Cindy, the librarian told me they have new arrivals of books donated from Europe. I do think those folks were nice to send over their books to a tiny American town such as ours." She now placed the apple pie on a wooden tray on top of the table by which enabled Tyler to view the scorched infernal patterns on each strips on top of the pie. There was no question that Nana summoned him through this. "How did you do these symbols Nana?" "What do you mean by that dear? I saw them in the cook book and traced them using just the cooking stave I bought from the thrift store last year." And that 'cooking' stave happened to have a symbol of a ram's skull at the tip. "How did you cook this new recipe, Nana?" "It's quite simple but a bit bizarre, Tyler." Nana proceeded to recite all the common steps to bake an apple pie but the "twists" were she put a 5-pointed star pattern on the oven tray by sprinkling dried hibiscus leaves for the medicinal smell. She placed the pie on top of it which included a trickle of pig's blood. "Oh also dear, there was this European affirmation at the end that I must recite to persuade my pie to be come out as best as it could." There's no question that through this book and Nana's apple pie that she unknowingly summoned a demon. Tyler doubts that there were any purpose for him to be at the old granny's house except to act as her grandson who happens to be a naughty and irresponsible one which he approved. "Let's taste this special apple pie then begore it gets cold." Nana started slicing up a portion for Tyler and placed it on two tiny plates. Tyler gobbled up the pie, it was surprisingly good. Nana seems to also enjoy her baked good despite it's demonic origins. "So Nana, do you have anything you want to do?"

It may have been an accident that Nana summoned him, and he should really tell his superiors about this cook book, but Nana did summon him and the rules dictate that he give the old lady a deal. That and he quite liked Nana. She baked good pie. "I don't know, Tyler, dear." She said, "I'm quite content with things as they are. When you reach my age, you'll realize every day is a gift and regret is pointless." "Aww come on Nana, surely there must be something you want. Anything at all." Nana hesitated as she served Tyler another slice of pie. "Well... I guess it would be nice if my family came to visit more often." Tyler smirked. This was one deal he would happily make. He liked Nana and when he realized how alone the woman was, well... never piss off a demon. "I'm sure I can make that happen." "Thank you, sweet dear." Nana smiled. While Nana turned her back to wash the dishes, Tyler disappeared in a flash of black to grant the old lady's deal.

By the time Nana finished putting the cleaned dishes aside. Tyler came back trying to still himself after he planted whispered illusions to each of Nana's family. By nighttime, each one of them would dream about a moment when Nana did a good thing to them after or before a tragedy or traumatic event happened to them. He surmised that Nana's family will visit her a week after he left for Hell. "Say Nana, we go out and build a fire pit and lit up a handful of fireworks?" "I don't know, Tyler dear. It's so cold with all the snow." "Don't worry about it, Nana. I'll make sure it would be warm for you." "Alright. Let me make cocoa and cookies for our snacks." Nana trotted towards the kitchen island with pots and jars. Tyler liked warm places because he wanted to become a torturer in the coming centuries. He was thinking about torturing drug dealers, mafia members... He wanted to give them different punishments but most especially has anything to do with fiery tortures. They spent the afternoon firing up different types of fireworks. More than once did Nana inquired where Tyler got all the firecrackers and he would just showed her a bag he conjured full of them saying he collected them on the way to her house.

The night Tyler spent having dinner at the fire pit and watching the fore works with Nana, was probably the most serene the demon's ever been. The old lady was surprisingly good company and starved for companionship. She even set up the guest room and insisted he stay the night. Of course, being a demon, Tyler didn't need to sleep. So, he waited until Nana had gone to sleep before disappearing to go back to Hell. He requested a meeting with Azazel and after 13 years, he got his chance. "Sir, I think we have a problem." Tyler wasted no time in telling the older demon about the book. Azazel wasn't happy about it. His eyes burned in his amger and Tyler feared a smiting was on his way. But Azazel spared him. "Go back to the surface." He ordered, "Find out more about this book and who wrote it. I want to know who's responsible for this." "Yes, sir." Tyler said and disappeared again. By the time Tyler got back to Nana's house, it was only the morning after she accidentally summoned him.

Nana was up early and singing by the front porch all covered up holding a cup coca singing to herself. "...You always break the kindest heart with a hasty word you can't recall, so if I broke your heart last night. It's because I love you most of all..." The door squeaked a tiny bit as Tyler closed it behind him. "Mornin', Tyler. Hear have some cocoa." Tyler took a couple of sips while Nana continued singing her old heartbreak song. "Hey, Nana..." "Uh-huh..." "About your cookbook, do you think you could let me read through it?" Nana looked at him "I just wanna see if I could try a recipe or two from that book. Your apple pie came out splendid." "Sure, Tyler. You could read it anytime. It's on the tiny bookshelf near the refrigerator. Perhaps you could make me meal from that book." "Thanks, Nana. I'll try to make an edible meal after reading the recipes." Tyler proceeded to open the book once he took it off the shelf. It was a leatherbound book in emerald coloring. This was proof that this book was way older than a century or two. He sniffed it and there was still a hint left of the arsenic used to color the leather green. This was even more problematic than he thought it would be. How can a book such as this slip through their radar? Even worse, it might have been used and circulated in Europe for decades, even a century. Why weren't their any accounts of demon casting up until Nana called upon Tyler? He flipped through the book and there were tons of recipes and notes taken on herbs and their uses in curses, healings, protection against white magic, and at least 10 ways of summoning demons. This was a diabolical book published in pretence for a cookbook. There was no author indicated but instead a publishing company called "The Grapevine Publishing House" located in Poland. TYler decided he will visit the address so he told Nana he will buy a dozen of fish from the wet market. Nana was delighted by the prospect of a grilled fish for lunch. Tyler snapped his fingers and he was in front of the publishing house. It was now dilapidated but there were still remaining bricks of walls and columns. He went inside and surveyed the mess left by junkies and the homeless who sought shelter within. He then popped outside the town's archival office and asked for the records of the publishing house. He read through it and found out the one who owned the publishing house was also the sole author of the books produced. She was aptly named Lilian Circe. Of course, it has to be Lillian Circe, Lilith's human form.

After confirming that Lilian really was the author and publisher of the Sinful Cooking books, Tyler vanished immediately. The last thing he wanted was to come face to face with one of the most powerful demons ever to exist. He didn't immediately go back to Nana's house. He needed a place to regroup and gather his thoughts and stop shaking. So, he chose a druggie's den. He had no idea where to go from here. Does he follow Azazel's order and risk being killed by Lilith? Or does he pretend he still hadn't made any progress with Azazel's order and hope that he wasn't watching him too closely? Whatever he chose, Tyler was sure a fireball to the face was awaiting him. Frustration mounting, he couldn't help but lash out at the druggies around him. Giving them powerful nightmares even if they're awake. He was in the den for what felt like forever. In the end, he decided to keep quiet for now. Because even though Azazel was a powerful demon, he was nowhere near as powerful as Lilith. Tyler would rather risk his wrath than Lilith's. Decision made, Tyler snapped his fingers once more and returned to Nana's house. It was past noon when he got there and all he wanted to do was sink into the bed Nana made for him. He didn't need sleep but he was damn near exhausted. He walked through the living room intent on doing just that when he was suddenly greeted by Nana's anger. She was fuming as she stood in the kitchen, an uneaten lunch for two laid out on the table behind her. "Where have you been?" She asked, "I've been worried sick!" Tyler sighed and tried to walk closer to her but as he did, she caught a whiff of him and the anger turned to shock. "Tyler have you been doing drugs?!"

"I was hanging out with a few druggies but didn't take some." it seems to be better to tell her the truth as drugs were not pleasurable nor tempting for a demon like him. "Why?" "I stumbled upon something big, Nana." Nana squinted her eyes in confusion. "Hellish big, Nana. I am confused about what to do because no matter what I choose, I am sure to get a punishment or might die DIE." "I don't understand, Tyler but you'll be safe here. Stay for now and we will discuss this with your parents after some time has passed." Nana pulled him into a hug which TYler accepted wholeheartedly. "Do you want to cook a recipe together? From the cook book? I'll guide you." Tyler exhaled and smiled. "Let's visit the pub Nana and ask your friend Jerry about those gloves."

THE END. OR IS IT?

Please stay tuned for the rest of the story relays we will be doing!

is it just me that genuinely struggles really really hard with characters names? Like they cant be too casual (ie. robert, nathan, sophie etc.) but they have to realistic and not be too fantasy-esque or sound straight up stupid

basically if anyone has a list or a couple of suggestions pls put in the tags

thinking about starting to get into writing, write me some prompts and I'll get to work!

Hello!! My name is Rixalynn!!! I am also currently writing a book, and I am slowly going to be releasing prompts from the book!! Yay!! Here is the first one:

Umm, basically this is for ya books🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌

REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au

Writing Notes: The Five-Factor Model of Personality

Culture is transmitted to people through language, as well as through social norms which establish acceptable and unacceptable behaviors which are then rewarded or punished (Henrich, 2016; Triandis & Suh, 2002).

With an increased understanding of cultural learning, psychologists have become interested in the role of culture in understanding personality.

The 5 Personality Traits According to this Model

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

Refers to a person's imagination, feelings, actions, ideas

LOW score: More likely to be practical, conventional, prefer routine

HIGH score: More likely to be curious, have a wide range of interests, be independent

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

Competence, self-discipline, thoughtfulness, goal-driven

LOW: Impulsive, careless, disorganized

HIGH: Hardworking, dependable, organized

EXTROVERSION

Sociability, assertiveness, emotional expression

LOW: Quiet, reserved, withdrawn

HIGH: Outgoing, warm, seeks adventure

AGREEABLENESS

Cooperative, trustworthy, good-natured

LOW: Critical, uncooperative, suspicious

HIGH: Helpful, trusting, empathetic

NEUROTICISM

Tendency toward unstable emotions

LOW: Calm, even-tempered, secure

HIGH: Anxious, unhappy, prone to negative emotions

Applicability

The idea that personality can be described and explained by five traits (OCEAN) has important implications, as does the fact that most personality tests were constructed and initially tested in Western countries.

Western ideas about personality may not apply to other cultures (Benet-Martinez & Oishi, 2008).

2 Main Cultural Approaches for Researching Personality

Etic traits - considered universal constructs that are evident across cultures and represent a biological bases of human personality. If the Big Five are universal then they should appear across all cultures (McCrae and Allik, 2002).

Emic traits - constructs unique to each culture and are determined by local customs, thoughts, beliefs, and characteristics. If personality traits are unique to individual cultures then different traits should appear in different cultures.

Using an Etic Framework

Cross cultural research of personality uses an etic framework and researchers must ensure equivalence of the personality test through validation testing.

The instrument must include equivalence in meaning, as well as demonstrate validity and reliability (Matsumoto & Luang, 2013).

Example: The phrase feeling blue is used to describe sadness in Westernized cultures but does not translate to other languages.

Differences in personality across cultures could be due to real cultural differences, but they could also be consequences of poor translations, biased sampling, or differences in response styles across cultures (Schmitt, Allik, McCrae, & Benet-Martínez, 2007).

Personality Test/Measure Used: The NEO-PI

Most of the cross-cultural research on the Five-Factor Model (FFM) and Big Five (OCEAN) has been done using the NEO-PI (and its subsequent revisions; i.e., it is an assessment tool developed to measure the 5 dimensions of personality according to the FFM) which has demonstrated equivalence, reliability and validity across several cross-cultural studies (Costa & McCrae, 1987; McCrae, Costa & Martin, 2005).

Research using the NEO-PI found support for the entire Five-Factor Model in Chinese, Dutch, Italian, Hungarian, German, Australian, South African, Canadian, Finnish, Polish, Portuguese, Israeli, Korean, Japanese, and Filipino samples, in addition to other samples (McCrae, Costa, Del Pilar, Rolland, & Parker, 1998).

NOTE

Personality tests rely on self-report which is susceptible to response bias like socially desirability responding.

To evaluate this possibility, McCrae and colleagues (2005) recruited students from 50 cultural groups and modified the NEO-PI to be in the third person (i.e., he, she, his, her):

The research participants were asked to complete the form on someone else that they knew very well (McCrae et al., 2005).

The same 5 factors emerged in this study.

These results provided empirical support for the FFM and for the use of self-report instruments when conducting cross-cultural personality research.

There was no reason for the students to respond in a desirable way because they were answering questions about someone else.

Sources: 1 2

fluff prompt list

"Quit stealing all the pillows!"

"You want a bite?"

"Give me a second and I'll show you."

"What should we name it?"

"You're a dork."

"Why are your feet so cold?"

"Stop that, I'm ticklish!"

"Your hands are so warm!"

"You smell really nice."

"Your hair is so soft."

"You're my new pillow."

"Turn around, I'm giving you a massage."

"I think I love you."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Hold my hand."

"It's not morning yet."

"Stay a little longer?"

"You're so perfect."

"I'll always be here for you."

"You were right all along."

"Take my coat, it's cold out here."

"You've got some flour on your cheek."

"You could just put your feet in my lap, you know."

"I wouldn't change a thing about you."

"Shut up and kiss me."

"We could try cuddling."

"Stop being so cute."

"Are you okay?"

"Our relationship is the most important thing in my life."

"You can sleep, I'll keep you safe."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"It wasn't your fault."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh! You're jealous!"

"Can we stay like this forever?"

"I missed you so much."

"Give me attention."

"When I'm with you, I'm home."

"Is that my shirt?"

"This is new."

"Would you just hold still?"

"You're family."

"They didn't deserve you."

"Rumor has it, I make you nervous."

"Are you flirting with me?"

"You seem all tough, but I know it's all an act. You're a softie."

"Funny, coming from you."

"Really? Right now?"

"Let's go somewhere- anywhere!" Heavily inspired by @merakiaes so go look at their page- they're amazing!

angst prompt list

"Would you just look at me?"

"I'm not ready to say goodbye."

"I want to hate you, but I can't."

"I wanted to believe you thought about me."

"You don't mean that... Right?"

"I pushed you away because you deserved better."

"Karma's a bitch, isn't she?"

"I'm sick of missing you when you're right here."

"How can you just stand there and pretend this isn't your fault?"

"Tell me I'm wrong. Please, say it."

"You're hurting me."

"Don't you see that I'm trying?"

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Don't call me again."

"Pack your stuff and leave."

"Why weren't you there?"

"You're scaring me."

"Where did all these bruises come from?"

"How much of that did you hear?"

"What keeps you up at night?"

"But you promised."

"I don't want your apology."

"You can't leave me- not now."

"You'd better put that down."

"You have to believe me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You meant nothing to me."

"It wasn't supposed to end like this."

"Admit that you're wrong!"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"What are you doing?"

"I couldn't save them."

"Why did you even bother?"

"Don't you care?"

"You aren't worth it."

"Are you really that stupid?"

"I thought I could trust you."

"Just stay with me."

"Who are you again?"

"I miss you."

"Are you listening?"

"You're not safe here."

"I didn't think it would hurt this bad."

"You said we'd grow old together."

"It's suffocating, isn't it?"

"It's... cold."

"Is it lonely?"

"I'm scared of losing you."

"Don't touch me."

"You've changed."

Writing Prompt:

You live in a society that doesn't believe in death by punishment, which results in much more dangerous Psych Wards. You are a psychiatrist and have to deal with the worst of them. Murders and cannibals. Arsonist and Deranged people.

Is it just me, or does this prompt scream Chelsie?

A grown man generally shouldn't be intimidated by a toaster oven.

Writer’s Block

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