“is This Character Good Or Bad” “is This Ship Unproblematic Or Not” “is This Arc Deserving

Write a scene in which a character realizes they were wrong about something. Concentrate on what they are feeling. Here are a few examples:

--thought they were in danger but realizes they are safe

--thought they were safe but realizes they are in danger

--dreaded something that turned out to be fun

--looked forward to something that turned out to be awful

You get the idea. Bonus points if you do the exercise and its opposite.

Why do we say “slept like a baby” when babies literally wake up screaming every two hours?

I want to sleep like a middle-aged dad who “rests his eyes” during a Marvel movie and wakes up refreshed, confused, and ready to barbecue.

More Parental Whumper Prompts

Whumper, having just finished beating Whumpee so badly they can barely move, pulling them into a hug and gently stroking their hair, knowing Whumpee is too exhausted and scared and in too much pain to fight it.

Whumpee, in pain or with a high fever or under the influence of painkillers or sedatives, instinctively grabbing for Whumper's hand as they're about the leave, the word mom/dad slipping out of their mouth before they can stop themselves.

Whumpee pleading for Whumper's help as they're tortured by an even worse whumper.

Whumper arranging for Whumpee to fall into the hands of someone worse so they'll realize just how much better Whumper is by comparison.

Whumper gently brushing and braiding Whumpee's hair, their fingers occasionally touching the bruises they left on Whumpee's neck.

Prompt (570)

The hero shivered in the cold, bundled up in a coat. Their ride was supposed be here a half an hour ago. Out of the blue, a lone taxi pulled up to the curb.

“Need a ride?” The driver asked.

The hero knew that voice. They peeked inside. The villain.

“Not a chance in hell,” the hero hissed. “Get out of here.”

“Come in,” the villain said. “What did I ever do to you?”

“Should I start listing things?”

“Come on. The snow’s about to start.”

The hero looked up. The sky was a concerning shade of grey. Freezing to death, or an unpleasant car ride. They briefly weighed their options.

“Fine,” the hero conceded.

They got right in the passenger seat and reached for a control knob. “But I choose the music.”

what real suffering looks like

“The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.” — Vladimir Nabokov

genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat

Teen Wolf s3 x 1

Daniel Sharman | Isaac Lahey