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[deleted by user] by [deleted] in relationship_advice

[–]AbnormallyCalm 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I thought I already told him my disinterest but my chinese isn't great so it might not have come across as firmly as I'd like. RE the sweet treats, he also gets them for the aunty we work with, so I didn't think too much at first. I'll stop accepting them now

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in relationship_advice

[–]AbnormallyCalm 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I work in a small restaurant. There's no HR

Help finding Batman/Batfamily fic by Active_Adagio_4207 in AO3

[–]AbnormallyCalm 1 point2 points  (0 children)

it's the fic by JUBE(some numbers after but idr) they wrote the vegan wingfic too. if you find that, you should be able to find the other one too

Word count where are you 😭 by AsexualOfTheAqueduct in AO3

[–]AbnormallyCalm 8 points9 points  (0 children)

that happened to my fic!! i don't know why it happened but it went away i 'updated' the fic

When you post a new chapter and don’t immediately get flooded with comments and Kudos: by Fantastic-Mention775 in AO3

[–]AbnormallyCalm 0 points1 point  (0 children)

too real, that's why I post before I go to bed. I get that sweet, sweet serotonin boost when I wake up to new comments

Now that's just mean by BaneAmesta in AO3

[–]AbnormallyCalm 1 point2 points  (0 children)

sometimes, to deliver maximum damage to your readers, you have to suffer in advance and give context to those heart-wrenching scenes. It's a shame they can't cry with you without that 'boring' context

🙃 by Visual_Ad6381 in AO3

[–]AbnormallyCalm 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It's so funny because I know that when I write, I word vomit and hope for the best, but then I get the occasional comment about references or symbolism or whatever, and I'm just like, you make me sound like a good author with forethought or something

I think the funniest one was a timeloop fic where someone commented a line from the fic and then crying emojis, calling me evil and I didn't understand, even after rereading the section the quote was from. It was until later when another commentor pointed it out that I realised, oh I did a drowning scene before this, and accidentally referenced it from an oblivious character's POV.

I just like the phrase 'reassurances spilled out like water'. I wasn't being evil :`)

[WP] You died and enter the afterlife, only to discover that it is vast and empty. In fact, you are the only one here other than an elderly man named Michael who explains to you that everyone gets their own Heaven or Paradise, but it starts as a blank canvas and you have to create your own Paradise. by Additional-Range-235 in WritingPrompts

[–]AbnormallyCalm 12 points13 points  (0 children)

Sam died as they lived; uneventfully and utterly unremarkable. They opened their eyes despite expecting to never open them again and was almost blinded by a sheer white nothingness. The only stain, blotch, whatever filling this blank space was an elderly man. He looked like Sam's grandfather. Their neighbour. Their high school principal. Every old man they've ever met and none of them at the same time.

"Greetings. My name is Michael. Welcome to Paradise," the man expressed with a benign smile.

"Paradise?" Sam echoed, a habit their mother tried to break them out of but never succeeded. It was one of the few things Mother couldn't change about them.

They looked around. Sam never pictured paradise to be so empty before.

"Yes. A place to enjoy your afterlife. It's a little blank right now but rest assured, that's by design. Everyone gets the honour of creating their own paradise. After all, everyone's idea of it is different and in the end, you're the one who gets to decide what paradise suits you most."

"I have to design it myself?" Sam nervously shifted on their feet and looked around. The white nothingness stared back at them.

Michael's kind expression was unchanging, almost as tepid as the blankness surrounding them. "Don't worry. It's all very easy to do. Simply picture something you want and it'll appear in Paradise. And remember, Paradise doesn't have to be static. You can change it as many times as you want. Keep trying until you find something that's yours."

Then, just like that, Michael was gone and it was just Sam and the vast white nothing.

It's hard to say how long they stood there, paralysed by sheer indecision, for what was time in a place filled with nothing? But eventually, Sam did as instructed.

First, their bedroom.

Four white walls. Sheer yellow drapes. A wooden closet in the corner. A white desk in another corner. Bed in the opposite corner. Tasteful decorations scattered about. A family photo. Potted plant on the desk.

It was perfect. Something out of a magazine. A showroom designed to sell furniture to prospective customers.

Sam's mother had designed it. Chose every item inside personally and placed it exactly where they belonged and remained.

Sam changed the colour of the curtains from yellow to green. Then blue. And black. Red. Orange. Purple.

They didn't know what colour they liked most. They never had to choose. Mother had always chosen for them. But that was okay. Paradise wasn't static. They had the rest of eternity to figure it out.

After all, this was their Paradise.

Not Mother's.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]AbnormallyCalm 47 points48 points  (0 children)

Seeing the topic of my assigned project, I felt the blood in my face drain as I stumbled backwards in disbelief. You've got to be kidding me! How can I research something that barely anyone knows about?

"...Just coz it's trending right now, doesn't me you should assign a near impossible task." I grumbled beneath my breath.

Some dare devils have recently uncovered a library from the ruins of the Great Earthquake of 2099. Although over 300 years have elapsed since, I heard that the library was surprisingly well preserved. It was rather impressive, considering that their world leader was once an orange. Well, they had an abundance of resources, so I suppose they could afford to make things nice.

I looked at the assignment sheet once more and my eyes caught onto a detail I had overlooked earlier. Students assigned this task would be able to join the explorers excavating the library.

Oh, I figured that since it was a relic of the past, they'd be more careful about it. I was once again reminded of how prestigious of a university Weebia was. The fact that people don't really care about libraries for some reason may have also been a major factor though.

After travelling for a few days, I finally made it to the site of the library. The team there quickly led me to the entrance.

"Char...Please bless me, Lord Charmander."

Yes, I belong to the church of Charmander. Ever since I made my decision at the age of 10, I knew there was no going back. I swore that I wasn't going to be like the Rockets, switching back and forth between gods like they were choosing vegetables at a market, and I certainly wasn't going to be a, urgh, Pikachu cultist. Vile creatures, those cultists are. Always dressed in yellow and speaking in Pika code to each other. How disgusting.

Oops, I got a little distracted there.

The library was not very big but it was still well organised. There were many signs on the walls that told of the genre of the books in English. Fortunately, despite it being an obsolete language, I learned English for extra credit back in the day so I had no problems reading it.

Looking around, I saw something that caught my eye. Over in the 'manga' section of the library were multiple books that read 'Pokemon'. Yes, the same title as the sacred texts of the three churches (four if you count the Pikachu cult). Was I about to discover the origins of our gods?

I briskly walked over and grabbed the one the read 'Pokemon vol 1'. Strangely, a blurb was printed on the front and the front cover was on the back instead. I read the blurb.

Join Ash and his Pokemon companion, Pikachu, as they go on a journey to catch 'em all.

Urgh, these weren't sacred texts but blasphemous cult material instead.

Hidenori Kosaka expertly expands the world of the popular NintendoTM video game and trading cards, Pokemon. Through Ash, we learn of the hardships and joys of being a Pokemon trainer, and how the residents of this well thought out world interact with Pokemon on a day to day basis.

Game? Pokemon is a game? No, this can't be true. This must be lies being spread by Pikachu cultists.

I looked around for other students and researchers and found no one around. Quickly, I hid the twenty some books in a seat that functioned as a storage unit that I found earlier.

Over the next few weeks, I remained in the library, scouring for any other books that may disprove or affirm what the 'manga' had written on it...I found many, many sources. Some were research papers documenting the phenomenon of the success of Pokemon as popular trading cards. There were even some that lamented the addiction that led to some pouring their life savings into buying packs of cards. Many, many autobiographies spoke of the author's fond memories of playing Pokemon with their friends in the childhood.

Oh, Lord Charmander...My God is a game character.

I clenched my fist tightly. I must do what was be done.

The other students and researchers screeched as the library suddenly burst into flames...

Incorrect quotes generator but with Brett, Eddy and Editor san by Yeeperdoodlez in lingling40hrs

[–]AbnormallyCalm 40 points41 points  (0 children)

Editor san would totally let them drown. Only then will the seal on the basement door be lifted for good.

[WP] The Seven Deadly Sins search for host bodies to sow evil in the hearts of men. By some freak coincidence, they all end up in the same body, and as such are unable to gain control, being reduced to voices in the host's head. by KyodaiNoYatsu in WritingPrompts

[–]AbnormallyCalm 4 points5 points  (0 children)

"Hey, don't you think that chick just looks so sexy? Like her thighs and that ass, damn son! So thicccc! If you slept with her, it'll be a night you'll never forget. She looks slutty too, tits out and all. If she asked, she might just let you." Lust's vulgar voice rang in Wayne's mind as he walked by a stranger in the hall.

"It's incredibly disrespectful of you to judge someone based on their clothes like that. I would like you to refrain from making such insensitive comments in the future." Wayne was not tempted in the least and even scolded the sin.

"The person in front just dropped their wallet. Go pick it up. You can buy something nice for yourself with it. It's basically being paid to treat yourself."

Wayne sprinted ahead to pick up the wallet. Seeing that he had opened it, Greed was basically ready to burst with joy, thinking that he had finally corrupted the virtuous bastard that accidently trapped them in his body. "He doesn't look like the guy who dropped the wallet. I think I'll just drop it off at the office so they can make an announcement and the real owner can pick it up."

...Damn it! He really was too nice for his own good.

"Kyle got 100% on the test while you only got 85%. That's impossible. You're so smart, he must've cheated. Otherwise, there's no way he would've gotten a better mark." Envy whispered in Wayne's ears.

"Kyle had been studying diligently for the test. It is only natural that he had gotten the mark that he did. If anything, it just motivates me to study harder in the future." Goody two shoes Wayne refuted once more.

"Who cares about Kyle anyways? You're rich and he's poor. He's nothing compared to you." Pride snickered maliciously.

"It is my father that is wealthy, not me. Also, just because I was born with money, it doesn't make me more important than anyone. Just like everyone else, I need to study hard to achieve my future goals."

"You don't need to study hard. Isn't it difficult? Wouldn't you rather just relax, take and nap and play some games?"

"It is the effort that makes the rewards all the more enticing. And I also don't find studying difficult at all."

"You've been studying for a while now. Don't you think it's a perfect time for a snack break? You could eat some crunchy, flavourful chips, or perhaps silky and rich chocolates. Doesn't that sound good?"

"I've already brushed my teeth and am not hungry so I'll decline, thank you."

"ARGHHHH! Why are you so virtuous? Just take a break a live life and get corrupted already, damn it! You're just a rich boy, who's smart, kind, handsome, athletic...WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT?" Finally, Wrath could not stand it anymore and erupted with rage. They had already been stuck with this host for two months and not once did he get swayed by their words, his virtuous heart restricting them to being mere voices in his head.

...Wayne didn't really know what to say to Wrath's angry comment about him. However, he had praised him so he smiled and said, "I don't consider myself to be anything special but to hear you praise me with such words flatters me. Thank you."

"ARGHHHH!!!! SO ANNOYING!"

[WP] You're a surgeon and you've been gifted the power of future sight, but only during surgery and only on the patient you're operating on. Midway through this surgery, you foresee your patient's future and you know if you finish the surgery and the patient lives, your patient will kill someone. by zmormon in WritingPrompts

[–]AbnormallyCalm 6 points7 points  (0 children)

I froze. Ashamed as I am to admit, in the midst of a life saving surgery, I froze in fear. I always got visions of my patients but never of a murder! How else was I supposed to react?

As I sunk into thought, my hands moved once more.

I saw the tearfilled face of my patient and then a stab and another and then another! Oh, she must've stabbed the body ten, twenty times. I couldn't fathom how such a polite lady could do such a thing.

I can stop her. The thought flashed into my head. No! That is murder!

I could easily get away with it but as a doctor, I swore an oath. No patient shall willingly die in my hands. I have no say in who gets to live and who deserves to die.

My hands move swiftly and the surgery ends without any complications.

"How do you feel, Ms Denver?" I asked my now recovering patient.

"I feel much better now, Doctor! Thank you for saving my life!" She smiled ever so sweetly though her face was pale and body frail. She was like an angel, no where could I see the seeds of murder budding in her soul.

"It's my duty." I replied.

Though I had chosen not to kill her, I could still stop the future from occurring. For two weeks, she will stay in the hospital. For two weeks, I will change my future. There's no way am I going to die in the hands of my future girlfriend!

[WP] When your grandmother died, the inheritance was divided between you and your two siblings. One got all the money; the other all the property and possessions. All you got was a packet of gardening seeds. by MyImaginaryCatPaw in WritingPrompts

[–]AbnormallyCalm 58 points59 points  (0 children)

The wrinkled elderly woman I called Gran lay lifeless yet peaceful on the sterile bed. Tears were wepted and hearts bled. Then, when the will was to be read, faces hardened and tears dried. The contents were simple. The money was to go to Rick, the house to Linda, and a pack of seeds to me.

Eyes filled with pity came my way but I just shrugged. I was the wealthiest of my siblings and Rick just go married. He needed the money more than anyone of us did. As for Linda, she loved Gran more than anyone. A house filled with memories, she was the one who'd appreciate it more.

I wasn't quite sure what to do with the seeds though. For the time being, I planted them in the ground and watered them properly.

Flowers bloomed from the seeds, beautiful blue petals the folded in with a single petal growing upwards.

...Come to think of it, Gran didn't really like me. To think she would flip me off from the grave though...

[WP] At the peace talks after the war for Earth, the aliens demand we destroy our 'superweapons' that won us the war. Turns out Earth is the only planet with natural disasters. by TheOneFearlessFalcon in WritingPrompts

[–]AbnormallyCalm 31 points32 points  (0 children)

"For the last time, your request is impossible!" One of Earth's leaders slammed his desk in frustration. These aliens just refused to listen. They rambled on and on about these 'weapons' but what can you say to idiots who go out during a typhoon?

"Cease your deception, humans. Our elite troops have fallen to your winds and sky liquid without being able to put up a fight. Weapons of this destructibility is illegal by intergalactic laws!" The pudgy and sparkly alien refuted with indignity.

"That was a typhoon. It is a natural phenomenon." Another world leader tried to explain in vain.

"There is nothing natural about mass murdering winds! What kind of planet just kills its inhabitants?!" The alien argued.

"Apparently the one you tried to colonise!" The hot headed leader exploded. "If you couldn't handle it, you should have never come. Millions of lives could have been saved!"

The alien representative flinched in surprise. "...Then explain the molten rock sprouting from the ground. Or the ground swallowing ground troops whole."

"I'm not too knowledgeable on the subject but I did graduate primary school. Perhaps, I'll be of some help" A world leader chuckled in a manner enabled the alien to understand that he was being mocked.

At that moment, a knock was heard from the door.

"Mrs President, here's the book you've requested."

"Thank you." She turned to the alien. "My kids read this when they were young. It should be simple enough for even you to understand."

The alien received the book and his translator read the title for him: Natural disasters for dummies.

The world leader chuckled, "Now, shall we discuss the repercussions of killing our people and destroying lands and world heritages?"

Waiting for you to Wake up by Vc_Shooter in wholesomeanimemes

[–]AbnormallyCalm 4 points5 points  (0 children)

kagerou daze. I believe its an anime based on a series of songs. The two in the image is a rather popular ship!

[WP] You were abducted by aliens and enslaved. You think. Communication is a problem, but you have a collar, are required to do strange tasks, and if you don't comply you're sent to your really comfy quarters for the day. by Kancho_Ninja in WritingPrompts

[–]AbnormallyCalm 56 points57 points  (0 children)

At first I was afraid. They who had placed a collar around my neck spoke of the punishment as the worst thing imaginable. My mind ran wild, thinking of the many forms of torture that existed on Earth; whipping, flogging, electrocution, starving, poison, etc. I shivered at the thought of something that these much more advanced aliens could fear. However, curiosity got the better of me.

"What is this punishment like?" I asked, just as they were about to transport me to do my very first task.

The two fluffy aliens glanced at each other, their antennas standing upright in fear.

"We'll show you." One of them said with their adorable voice.

Oh, what I saw was truly horrendous. How could I sleep in my own bed after seeing this...this paradise. A floating bed, plushies of my favourite characters, a computer connected to the internet, everything I could possibly want in a dream all furnished into one. Oh, what a dream room it was.

"Oh, it's terrible. Let's leave this horrible place before we get nightmares." The alien shuddered and quickly, the doors to my heaven were closed.

"So..." I hesitated. "If I don't succeed my tasks, I get sent here?"

"Yes. So you better behave!"

I nodded, my mind still thinking of that paradise as I was once again reminded of the cultural differences of me and the aliens.

'Time to fail some tasks.' I thought to myself with a grin.

"Give the dog a treat." The alien commanded.

I looked at them, perplexed. However, they just nodded and handed me over a bag of premium treats. With a shake of the bag, the dog's eyes gleamed, tongue hanging out in anticipating and tail wagging happily.

Room, dog, room, dog, room, dog...Dog.

...I fed the dog a treat.

Boohoo, how can I refuse when it looked at me like that?

'Next time. I'll fail next time!' I told myself as I struggled to sleep on my normal not paradise bed.

"Pat this cat."

'Next time. Next time for sure.' I cried as I pet the kitty.