He Was The Chaos I Wanted To Tame. She Didn’t Need Saving—she Needed A Partner In Crime.

🦀✨ Princess Cancer Week Sneak Peek We’re soft. We’re petty. We have matching hats and emotional damage. The full drop is coming—moodboards, writing prompts, digital crafts, and just enough emotional instability to make it ✨unforgettable. Tag the friend you’d wear the Get-Along Shirt with 💅 📸 Photo base by Erik Mclean on Unsplash

This week’s prompt is brought to you by: the moment you realize your roommate’s dad is giving main character energy.

“When my college roommate said all her friends hit on her dad, I thought she was crazy. Then I met him.”

Fill it with chaos, longing, awkward brunches, whatever you like. Reblog with your fic, tag #ficpromptfriday, and don’t forget: this is adult energy only.

🔞 DILF content. Keep it hot, not creepy.

Today’s vibe check: Smash or Pass — Daddy Edition

You don’t need a backstory. You need instincts.

I’m dropping the visuals. You’re picking your side.

Tag your friends. Start a fight. Fall in love.

#he’sgivingdaddyvibes and I am here for it.

This gives the story of a woman who just arrived in Ireland to reconnect with her roots. Maybe she was adopted and is meeting her birth family for the first time. Maybe her parents moved to America and left it all behind. Or maybe… she’s the last of her line, and this is where it all began. Either way, there’s tea, secrets, and probably a love letter hidden in an old drawer somewhere.

dark red & green pngs ! free to use! credit not needed but appreciated :)

I burst out of the bar bathroom. “There is a witch trying to curse me!” I shout at my friend. “You’re drunk.” “Unfortunately, I’m not.” “Okay… what makes you think she’s a witch?” “Well, for starters, she said she was one. Also, she tried to curse me.” “What makes you think she was actually trying to curse you?” “Could be the chanting. Maybe the BLOOD she got from me. Or I don’t know — the dagger?” “…Okay. Fine. Maybe there’s a witch trying to curse you.”

"You're drunk."

"Unfortunately, I'm not."

The official Princess Cancer playlist. Crying is self-care. Revenge is cardio.

Featuring: Florence, Lord Huron, Little May, Stevie Nicks, and others who fully support your emotional spiral.

Link in bio / playlist in Spotify.

🖤 He’s Giving Daddy Vibes – Stylebook Edition 🖤 If “whiskey neat, black button-downs, and knowing glances over the rim of his glasses” were a wardrobe... this would be it. Working on a themed series and this look just fits. Dark, mature, dangerously charming.

🦀 The Stars Said I Could (a totally not-legally-a-mad-lib Cancer fic filler)

Mars was in (emotion), the moon was in Cancer, and I was about to (verb) someone’s entire (noun).

All because they said “(petty quote)” like I wouldn’t remember it forever.

I put on my (adjective) lip gloss, grabbed my (object), and texted (name):

“You have five minutes to explain or I’m crying in your voicemail again.”

Fill it in, tag me, and blame the stars.

Ooo this is giving queen villain energy and I love it, powerful, glamorous, a little dangerous. Obsessed!

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Hello World

summer's here, people are on break, and somewhere—books are being written. stories are bubbling. ideas are dancing. keyboards are (hopefully) clacking. and if yours isn't yet? that’s okay.

if you’re feeling a little stuck— no inspo? world feels flat? can’t quite stitch it all together?

i got you.

i'm working on a set of world-building kits meant to spark something. backgrounds, aesthetics, ideas, structure— something to help light that fire again. in your head. and on your page.

✨ here’s to messy drafts and beautiful worlds. ✨ stoke the fire. write the thing.