Sticky Note Writings

Hello hello, I am a prompt scribbler.

I have been writing prompts for my friend for some time, anything from small blurbs and general ideas, to paragraphs worth of storytelling and the most detailed of requests and prompts.

Not joking it can be anything from general angst to "hey so I want to write about this character getting therapy and but also have it be slightly angsty but maybe a little bit off romance is it possible for it also to be a polycule?".

If that sounds interesting to you, well then feel free to either explore any of the uploaded prompts/ideas or request one. It can be as in depth or vague as you would like it to be.

I write a variety of different concepts and ideas:

Usual Asks: Generic prompts, Fluff, Angst, Action, Horror, Sci-fi, Romance (of any flavor, variety or amount)

More In-depth: Body Horror, Gore, NSFW

Simple one liners and Story Ideas

I will also write for any fandom (TMA, Owl House, Monkie Kid, The Freak Circus, Undertale/Deltarune, the current fixation is TADC)

I study criminal justice. If you want something gorey or how something might work, just ask. It wouldn't be my first time.

Feel free to be weird, ask away and if you are curious about something don't be shy. It can be as big or as small as you like really, I'm just happy to write.

If you use any of my work for a fic or anything just let me know! I love seeing what people think and what they might use it for.

I will be offline until June 27th, if I don’t reply right away that’s why. I will see it after and respond.

Masterlists so far:

Warnings: bad words used

Length: Series of Minis Type: Angst Warnings: death, suicide, love

“I just don’t want to be a burden”

“Be a burden! We cannot help you if you are already in a grave. They want to help you. So go up to them and let know what troubles you”

“I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Because what if they are just listening because they are too nice to tell me no and that they don’t actually want to hear what’s wrong with me”

“Is that because that’s something you would do?”

“Of course not”

Imagine life as a little old lady, her skin full of wrinkles and sun spots and freckles. She looks like a life well spent, she knows of the joy of living.

Death is a small child, slightly paled with a mourning veil on its head. It is younger than life, it is fleeting and quick, hard to look in the eyes with its harsh truths. No one wants to yell at a child about time being gone too quick, no one wants to argue with a small hand gently leading you to rest. 

Life and death are not just mother and child, they are old friends. They are the realizations of a life lived full and a death too soon. They are both warm and cold in the most opposite of ways.

The warmth of life and of blood, that you continue to exist. A cold that reminds you to breathe, a chill that makes you laugh.

The warmth of a body that just laid to rest, of warm tears. A cold of the earth, of the soil and the ground, of a whisper of what had been.

„And you know what the best part is! You can’t tell what is my actually personality. Because as I hold this gun to your skull and I giggle and laugh you now rethink every moment.

That good well behaved pet act that I do? You’re now rethinking if I always been a little off the handle.

And you want to know something?

Length: mini Type: adventure Warnings: war, death, loss of family, improper use of cryo chamber

“Remember what”

“What is was like to be loved”

“Oh.”

“Do you remember?”

“Yes.

It is warm and it is kind. It reminds you that you mattered to someone.”

“…. Did I matter.”

“The most.”

Length: Short Type: Angst Warnings: angst, playing games against their will, ghosts, death, haunting, bad friends Requested by @astralsyst3m

A character whose story is only told from the scars on his skin. Who has hated every line and curve with every fiber of their being. Who covers it up quickly in order to avoid addressing where it came from.

To want is to breathe.

And much like how I cannot breathe for you, I cannot want for you.

But I can show you, to give you a taste, to let you feel what it is like to breathe after drowning for so long.