The Perfect Crime Will Never Be Discovered.

“The best tool a liar can have is a reputation for telling the truth.”

What makes you fall in love?

consistency 

reciprocity

intimacy 

chemistry

humor

honesty

passion 

ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID????? Kindest regards, 

20 Dialogue Prompts Part 2

Here is a list of twenty dialogue prompts! Thank you everyone for contributing!

“You know, until you pointed it out, I never really noticed that horn on your head.”

“Honey, this relationship isn’t going to work out if you keep getting charged for murder”

“I don’t know what your teacher told you, but milk isn’t real.”

“Uh, Mr Reaper sir? Do you still do the game for your life thing?” “That depends on the game. I am tired of chess.” “What about golf?”

“You have angered our feline overlords! Now you must endure the litter tray of doo-doom!”

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Don’t imagine it. 

Don’t think about Gabriel Agreste coming into young Adrien’s room when he is asleep and akumatizing his son. 

Don’t imagine Adrien becoming akumatized over and over in his sleep so his father could “practice”. 

Don’t think that this may be how HawkMoth grew so powerful; that he practiced the hypnotism on his son. 

Don’t imagine that this is why Gabriel keeps his son locked up; that, even though it doesn’t happen anymore, Adrien was his first guinea pig. And will perhaps always be a back up Gabriel can turn to. 

Because he trained Adrien’s subconscious to accept the akuma.

Don’t imagine Natalie watching and taking notes; because despite her care for Adrien, she loves his father more. 

Don’t imagine Chat Noir flinching subconsciously whenever a corrupt akuma is released. And dont imagine Ladybug noticing.

Don’t think about Tikki being confused as to why Plagg is so attached to his chosen; he’d never been before.

Don’t imagine Plagg bonding with Adrien’s subconscious, and recognizing the akuma scarring, but there’s nothing he can do for his kitten. Plagg doesn’t know it was his father because Adrien doesn’t know. 

Don’t think about the fact that Plagg would become so loathing of Hawk Moth, despite not knowing who he is because his chosen is scarred. 

Don’t imagine Plagg trying to urge Chat Noir to be as close to Ladybug as possible; so that perhaps her purification could undo some of the adolescent damage. 

Don’t think about Plagg being so afraid that Adrien will become akumatized again, that he tries his best to keep the boy’s spirits up through his teasing nature. 

Because Plagg knows another akumatization could break his mind. 

Don’t imagine any of it. 

You’ve come to the realization that your two best friends are actually an angel and a demon battling for your soul

there is love in this story. even in its most brutal end. there is love in the story. how? where? here: here in me telling it to you, in spite of everything. because of everything.

sometimes a poem is just a poem and sometimes a poem is actually a confession and sometimes a poem is a person and sometimes a poem is a cardinal. sometimes art is just art and sometimes art is actually therapy and sometimes it’s a pipe and sometimes it’s also not a pipe. 

sometimes the text is “got home safe!” and sometimes the text is actually saying i already miss the way your hair feels in my hands and sometimes the text is a warning and sometimes the text is thank you for caring. sometimes you are on the phone with your friend and you’re talking about curious monkeys but you’re also both admitting how lonely you are but you’re also both talking about how love can be a bicycle and sometimes it is not a conversation it’s an intervention and sometimes it’s not a conversation it’s a poem and sometimes it’s not a conversation it’s an art piece and sometimes it’s just a conversation but more often it’s holding hands without touching

& sometimes you are in an argument about the dishes but none of the things you are mad about are about dishes, they’re about the stuff around the dishes and the hands and the soap and how he smelled on sunday of another girl. sometimes the dishes aren’t even dishes they’re blankets and sometimes they’re burnt food and sometimes they’re your favorite book. sometimes the song isn’t a song sometimes the song is a manipulation and sometimes the song is just bad and sometimes the song is stuck in my head from you singing it in bed and sometimes it is “i listened to this so i could learn what you like” and sometimes it is “i showed you this because i want to also show you my palm lines and my heart and the inside of my head.” 

sometimes you are dancing alone but you are not dancing alone because you are picturing seeing her in a green velvet dress across the room from you, and sometimes you are dancing with ghosts, and sometimes you are dancing with your mother’s voice. sometimes it is not a dance it is a walk and sometimes it is not a walk it is lying in bed and sometimes it is not lying in bed, it is not-dying, which is often good enough for survival purposes. 

& sometimes you say  oh, take a cookie with you when you go and you mean that i should take a cookie and sometimes you mean - take me with you, also. sometimes it is just burning something and sometimes it is burning something and sometimes it is burning a lot of other things first. sometimes it is just a shirt and sometimes it’s what you wore when you kissed her and sometimes it’s what you wore when you didn’t kiss her and sometimes it’s what you wore to the movies when you saw your last in-theatres movie without knowing it would be your last in-theatres movie. 

& sometimes the poem is just a poem and sometimes the poem is my earring in your hand and sometimes the poem is your smell and sometimes the poem is calligraphy and sometimes the poem is good lord you are addicting and sometimes the poem is a poem and sometimes the poem is unfiltered yearning and sometimes the poem is an anvil and sometimes the poem is - can i write a home, can you crawl in, can we be like little ferns, all curled up in bed. sometimes the poem is a poem and sometimes the poem is a dance and sometimes the poem is saying - no, i will skip showering, if you need me there, i’m coming.

Birthday AUs

My friends booked a nice restaurant for my birthday party, but you booked it for your party as well. I guess we have to celebrate our birthdays together now.

It’s my birthday and I want to spend a quiet day at home, I just hope no one’s planning a surprise party.

There is a pony in my front yard with a pink bow around its head and no, this is NOT the best birthday present ever!

We both meet at the bar at a birthday party but we don’t even know who’s birthday it is. I think it’s yours, you think it’s mine.

We were supposed to bring the cake for our mutual friend’s birthday party but we got in a fight over who should carry it to the car and now the cake is on the floor and HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!

You want me to guess the present you got me and give me ridiculous little clues that make me kinda afraid to even open it,

My birthday party is in full swing but it’s too much for me right now, so I grab a bottle of wine and go up to the rooftop. That’s where you find me eventually.

After we spent some time at a club to celebrate my birthday my friends are pretty drunk and ask random people on the street to sing for me. You really can’t sing, but maybe I’m drunk too because it sounds perfect to me.

Today’s my birthday, so I decided to post some birthday prompts. Hope you like them. 🎇

You can find more prompts at my sideblog: creativepromptsforwriting

Prompt

Once upon a time, an angel and a demon fell in love, and their child was believed to be the prophesied one that would end the war between the two races. Unfortunately, the child died in a tragic accident, which happened to be caused by my least favorite person and also me (my second least favorite person). And that's how the fate of the world ended up in the hands of yours truly, a demon-human hybrid, and the greatest jerk to every exist, an angel-human hybrid. So between the two of us, we have angel blood and demon blood, just like the original, along with some watered down humanity and a whole lot of angst. We're definitely all going to die.

- Lynn