I Talk A Big Game About Enemies-to-lovers But I’ve Only Just Now Begun Considering The Possibilities

Some romantic subplots do not need conflict, per-say.

What do I mean?

I mean if you have a bigger story with a ton of stuff going on, a romance could be a place of rest to the character. A nice, stable relationship. That is only threatened when the big bad lobs a grenade at them and they need to fight over who jumps on it.

We are sun and moon, we are sea and land,dear friend.  It is not our purpose to become each other;  it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what  he is: each the other's opposite and complement Herman Hesse

This is my hotel. Thanks. Hey, what’s up? Nothing. Just that I’ve stayed here before, too.

Beware the Ides of March 🔪

Canorus I Aprix 

it’s wild to me that there are people who don’t have stories constantly popping up in their heads

"What, you still don't know?

That boy has rank and power second only to the queen"

ᴡɪᴘ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ // ᴀʀᴅᴜs ɴᴜᴍᴇɴᴀʟ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: sci-fi fantasy, young adult sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: first draft ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 0k ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ:

Every nation has a history. The Kur-Darash were once mighty conquerors who traveled planet to planet to amass their empire and further their technological progress. Humans had a rocky start, their First Generation destroying itself by way of its own ambition, then rising again to unite all peoples of Persephone in their first galactic alliance. The Kotiro were artists and scholars who used their vast intellect to educate each new generation, expanding minds across the network of our stars.

Every nation has a history – except mine. My name is Nara Landali and I am from Telvivere.

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Prompt #1330

The would-be hero kicked a grave. “Can’t be a hero because I’m a necromancer,” they grumbled. “Freaks out the public, doesn’t seem very heroic. Stupid fucking PR people. I could save so many lives if they would just let me try!”

‘Then don’t ask permission,’ whispered one of the ghostly voices. ‘Go out without permission and show them what you’re made of’.

The would-be hero grinned.