I wanted to write something based on one of your meet cutes for a theme week on Tumblr. Is that okay? Should I tag meetcuteproject?
Go for it!
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I wanted to write something based on one of your meet cutes for a theme week on Tumblr. Is that okay? Should I tag meetcuteproject?
Go for it!
what does AU mean?
alternate universe
I’ve had this prompt generator I put together for a while now, so I thought I’d share the link for anyone who needs an inspiration. There are:
You can shuffle each category independently or just refresh the whole page . The generator works just as good on the phone.
Everyone has a number above their heads that signifies their relevance to your life as a ratio. Both your parents are the highest you’ve seen (around 0.4-0.5) until today, when you spot an 0.97 hanging out under a bridge doing heroin. You make brief eye contact and they run.
@pureaudiodawesomeness submitted:
He looked up at me like I was the one who had just changed species in front of someone’s eyes.
“I think I’ll just settle for a pair of pants or something, thank you.”
He somehow reminded me of Inuyasha, but I had enough sense not to tell him that. I also had enough sense to mentally kick myself for comparing a guy in literally just an oversized jersey who I had thought was a stray dog whose previous owner happened to be a fan of the Aggies to a half dog demon in an anime I hardly remembered anymore.
“I… actually don’t think I own any pants, sorry. Or at least, none that are baggy enough to fit you.”
“Great.”, he mumbled as I busied myself with the flour.
“I do, however, own plenty of pancake fixings and would be perfectly fine getting you some. You sure you don’t want pancakes?”
He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow.
“What kind?”
“What kind do you want?”
He didn’t spend two seconds contemplating his reply, “All of them.”
“Huh?”
“Uh, sorry. I- um…”
He trailed off, letting his gaze fall to the ground and drag across the the divide between the hardwood floor of the living room and the peeling linoleum of the kitchen.
“Well, if we’re going to have them ready before lunch, you’re going to have to help.”
He looked up with what I genuinely swear were the most adorable puppy dog eyes I have seen in ever.
“You mean… you’ll really make them?”
“No, we’ll make them.”
“… I’m gonna ruin them.”
“Oh, come on, don’t be so negative.”
“But-”
“No buts! If we really are going to exhaust all pancake possibilities, I’m going to need some help. Get down the rest of the mixing bowls and all of the measuring spoons and cups in that drawer, then grab all the recipe books and man the computer.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, so I felt the need to remind him time was ticking.
“Now, boy!”
His face turned red and he rushed over to the cabinet. I was glad the jersey he was wearing was at least ten sizes too big, or else I’d feel uncomfortable standing next to him. He handed me all the things I needed inhumanly quick. Which… made perfect sense, actually.
“What now?”, he was sitting on the couch cross legged with my laptop. His shaggy hair draped over his still-pinkish face and he couldn’t seem to look me in the eye.
“Look up pancake recipes. I don’t mean just regular pancakes, I have that memorized, I mean insane recipes that look like they might not even be possible to make.”
“What if you don’t-”
“I have every ingredient known to man somewhere in this house.”
“What about werewolves?”
“Very funny. Now look up the recipes.”
He nodded and started tapping away at the keys while I began combining the ingredients.
“Okay,” he said, “so far we have strawberry, banana, I’m assuming blueberry and chocolate chip are somewhere in those cookbooks, and bacon pancakes.”
“You just couldn’t help yourself.”, I smirked.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”, he jumped. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. I had expected him to go along with it.
“Oh, nothing.”
“No, really, what is it?”
I swear, if dogs with separation anxiety could talk, this is what they would sound like.
“Please?”, he begged. Seriously, how did he ever hide the fact that he was a werewolf from anyone? But my inner commentary was cut short by the heartbreaking look on his face.
“I mean… it’s sorta because… you’re a werewolf. Get it? Bacon pancakes, dogs, were-”
“I’m not a dog.”, he said flatly. He stared at me intensely with eyes that were the most terrifying thing I had ever seen in my life. Like… well, like a wolf. A really, really pissed off wolf.
“R- right. Sorry. I just thought it would be funny. Besides, you didn’t seem to have a problem with it before.”
“I was a wolf then. I can’t even re-”
“No, I meant a few minutes ago, when I told you to get the baking supplies.”
His face suddenly flushed again.
“Th- that was… okay, so maybe I like being treated like a dog sometimes. But there’s a difference between treated like a dog and mistaken for one. That’s all.”
“Oh, right. Sorry Aggie.”
“What now?”, he quirked his head to the side like a dog learning a new trick. Seriously, when this guy wasn’t bone chillingly terrifying, he was the most adorable thing ever!
“Oh, when I thought… um… when I picked you up, I saw your jersey and started referring to you as Aggie. What’s your… actual… name?”
I felt really stupid for not asking sooner. It seemed like basic logic to know the name of the werewolf you were harboring.
“I don’t have one.”
I paused.
“Huh?”
“I’ve lived alone for as long as I can remember. I quite literally own only the clothes on my back.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“How… how did you live?”
“I managed.”
“Where’d you find the jersey?”
“I was about one hundred and… two, three, 144 moons old. People use years, though, don’t they?”
“… Yes, you were about twelve. You seriously went around without clothes until you were twelve?”
“It’s not like I ever talked to anyone, and the only reason I took that long was I started feeling… weird without something to cover me up.”
“Probably puberty.”
“What?”
“It’s… it’s a change all humans go through to… mature. Yeah, let’s go with that.”
“Has it happened to you yet?”
“Of course! How else would I have these!”, I gestured to my chest and immediately regretted the decision. His expression didn’t change, though. In fact, he actually looked down his jersey and looked back at me with a completely bewildered look on his face.
“Is this a werewolf thing?”
“What?”
“Well, your chest is bigger than mine, so is it just a werewolf thing for mine to be smaller?”
I stood there silently for a second before I started snickering, which turned into a giggle attack, and pretty soon I could hardly breathe. As I was gasping for breath to supply my guffaws with more oxygen, I heard a loud howling sort of sound. I choked back my next few tremors of laughter to look over at… well I guess Aggie was his name now. He wasn’t laughing, I didn’t think, not exactly. He was quite literally howling. Like a wolf.
When he noticed I had stopped, he cut himself short and looked over at me. A blush was creeping across his cheeks and I for once didn’t have a lupine-related simile. His face looked like a deer in the headlights. He quickly darted his hazel eyes away. I hadn’t noticed that before.
“S- sorry. I just- this probably shatters my whole thing about not being a dog, doesn’t it?”
I smiled at him. And walked over. I remembered when he was a wolf he’d liked being scratched behind the ears, so I reached around his head and-
“I- I told you I’m… not a… dog… mm, a little to the left.”
The simple look of euphoria on his face was so… so… suddenly my lips were on his and I can’t really remember exactly what my hands were doing, but he shoved me off a few seconds later. The look in his eyes wasn’t just pissed this time, it was outright vicious.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!!?”
“I- I… sorry I just…”
“JUST NOTHING, I’M BEING SERIOUS! WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO?!! I-”, the fire in his eyes died down a bit. Just a bit. “I’ve never felt that way before… I- don’t know if I like it.”
“Well… I did.”
“… You did?”
“Yeah…”
He stared off into space for a few seconds before saying,
“Maybe we should try again. So that I have a fair warning and am not in a vulnerable position with you basically taking advantage of the fact that I’m…”
“Sorry. Really, I’m sorry, I just-”
He kissed me again before I could finish my sentence. I’m not exactly sure how long our makeout session was, but by the end of it we were on the floor and didn’t resemble anything respectable. We stared at each-other for a few seconds before Aggie said,
“We should probably get started on those pancakes.”
He made sure his jersey wasn’t too high on his hip and sat up. He amazed and fascinated me more and more each second. I reached back behind his head and brushed my fingers across where I had been scratching. He blushed, but didn’t move my hand.
“Maybe we can just stay here for a while.”, I suggested. He looked at me with those same big puppy eyes.
“But you promised.”
I smirked, “Yeah, you’re right. Alright, c’mon Aggie, we can make the bacon pancakes first.”
He gave me this irritated look that once again reminded me of Inuyasha as we both stood up.
alright but why does no one write colorblind character AUs???
(note: i am not colorblind, a friend of mine who is was just telling me about some of the shit that’s happened to him)
Imagine your otp
Okay, add this to my list of art modeling AUs
General
Hairdresser AU
Gift store AU
Florist AU
Jewellery shop AU
Coffee Shop AU
Bakery AU
Drug Store/Chemist AU
Bartender AU
Teacher AU
Writer AU
Fast food Chain AU
Corner Shop AU
Restaurant AU
Idol/Manger AU
Firefighter AU
Sex Line Operator AU
And Finally:
sorry not sorry
ok but "im exhausted and i hate my friends bc they wrecked my apartment after a party and now i have to buy cheap new furniture at ikea that bed looks so comfortable and puffy and the blankets on it is so beautiful omg thank you god for ikea yes look at that pillow oh mY GOD I DIDNT MEAN TO JUMP ON TOP OF YOU AND CRUSH YOU I SWEAR TO GOD WHY ARE YOU LYING FACE DOWN UNDER A BLANKET IN IKEA ANYWAY WHAT IM OSRRY FOR SQUASHING YOU BUT SERIOUSLY WHY I PROMISE IM NOT A CREEP THE BED LOOKED NICE FUC K"
this could be a prompt, a ficlet, or a true personal anecdote, honestly.
axcrazy submitted:
I hope you don’t mind if I add more to the pile.
whoa, hey.
hello, new followers-- i’m very happy you’re here, but where did you all come from?
did someone name drop?
* English is not my native language. I like to apologie in advance for the spellings mistake.* So, i write a romcom between a bloodphobiac guy and a 50's obsessed, sweet cheerful girl. Who also happens to be a vampire! And i have some problem to write somes scenes : in the middle of the story, the hero is no longer afraid of blood. Actually, he finds it pretty cute, especially on his girlfriend! I don't know how to write it as ''morbidly adorable" and not as something gross. Some ideas ? :(
personally, I think you’d just need a combination of character/narrative attitude, word choice, plus a bit of (morbid) humor to bring the reader in on the joke.
for blood descriptors change to positive to neutral words: candy words, make-up, food, jewels, paint?
and then focusing on it in the context of his girlfriend--humorous/cute behaviors and images? (i.e. blood on the tip of her nose, blinking in surprise when blood gets on her, purring/happy/playful)
axcrazy submitted:
If you don't mind, can you post some horror/romance story ideas? That'd be wonderful. (Also sorry if this is the second one like this you received, my computer was having issues, and it was unclear if it sent)
Sure! let me poke around and brainstorm. Also, anyone wants to pop something in the ask/submit box that would be lovely.
Are you thinking horror-setting romance (i.e. ADORABLE ZOMBIES)
Or more of romantic(?) horror (i.e., true love b/w serial killers + probably lots of people dying i guess)