Writing In Progress

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You can call me Wip! I use any pronouns, so use whatever!

I make daily writing prompts :}

All of my prompts are sfw and fair use!! (Although credit is always appreciated)

I also don't use any AI! I do this because I enjoy writing!

Don't worry about spam liking or reblogging- I find it endearing, not weird lol

My askbox and submissions are open!!

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Tags & more about me under the cut!!

As of your death, you have firmly decided that it is, without a doubt, you're ex's bedroom.

It used to have a successful sports team. If you could somehow get that team to win at nationals, the board would be forced to support it.

How bright?

A group has narrowed down their whereabouts and you've been tasked with finding them.

Incidentally, you happen to be an immortal yourself.

I say "think" instead of "hear," because you perceive them as they do.

You can hear your neighbor's droning internal monologue and the music in their head and see the detailed narratives your classmate daydreams.

You can see into the future, but what's the point when you can't live in the present? Your path has been laid, your fate set in stone.

... is there something that would stop you from living too?

It was a different color from the rest, and felt warm in your hand.

It led you to a house deep into the jungle that was clearly still inhabited by someone. When you asked them about it, they said they'd never heard about a treasure on their property, but offered to let you stay the night.

You make for a far better informant.

Just a neocities website for whatever I want to put on it :}

It's very work in progress, but I have plans for what I eventually want it to look like under the cut :D

At least, that was what you told yourself to justify the killing.

Though you still heard their begs for mercy, by closing your eyes for the final blow, at least you didn't have to see their faces as they died.