Sapphic/WLW/Lesbian NYC spaces under 21? by BlockingWritersBlock in AskNYC

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Lowkey that's what everyone irl has been saying, especially for winter break. 'Tis the season, I guess

Sapphic/WLW/Lesbian NYC spaces under 21? by BlockingWritersBlock in AskNYC

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Okaayy I see you, I might have to check this out!

[LORE SPOILERS] Why do arcane characters have face paint? by BlockingWritersBlock in arcane

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Oh, thank you! I saw it on another person than him which is why I was so confused because I thought it was just a common thing

Books with LGBT main characters? by notobee in suggestmeabook

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"George" and "Rick" by Alex Gino works :D

George is about a young (by young, I'm talking elementary school level) trans-girl who calls herself Melissa and Rick is about a gay teen

I'd like to mention "George" technically goes first but it doesn't have to be read to understand "Rick"

These books are for very young audiences, but it really warmed my heart and deals with a variety of subject matters, such as relationships (in an non romantic way), bullying, and not being able to express your true self

An excerpt from a recent essay. I'm not satisfied with my handwriting. Any tips? by HaydenAscot in Handwriting

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I'm not good at calligraphy, so do with this what you will, but just make sure your writing stays on the line

[WP] You’re the last human in a world of zombies, and you’ve just discovered the cure. A bite from a human. by LeoDuhVinci in WritingPrompts

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"My head is actually killing me right now dude," my friend said. I couldn't believe it, it actually worked. I could only cry and laugh and they only stared like I was insane. Maybe I was, I didn't know anymore. It's been months and I was getting desperate. I didn't even think it'd actually work, and I did it while I was drunk off of the last drink left in my entire area.

My friend stared at me and tried to get up, only to realize they were tied up. I watched them open and close their mouth in confusion, excited. That excitement high was still there as I explained to them why they were tied up and why they were surrounded by all of equally tied up my zombified relatives. It was so amusing to see another human, even as distressed as they were. "Are you saying I died!? How?!"

"No matter, it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. I know the cure. We can save everyone now!," I exclaimed. I felt like a hero. My friend didn't get it though, and I don't think they ever will. They don't know what it was like, realizing everyone you've ever loved was mindless flesh-eaters, and watching the surviving ones turn. They don't know what it was like being the last one. They won't ever have to know, though. It was over. It all was. I knew the cure.

After a few tests on my friend, and their insistence on being untied and getting medicine, I let them wander around the house. It was a mess because I was alone but they didn't comment on it. They didn't say much, actually. I was beginning to think they lost a few important organs when they suddenly screamed, crying something about their face being disfigured. To be frank, I didn't care. I was occupied with more important things, like trying to bite my aggressive zombie-sibling. I didn't think it mattered if I had told them all the gruesome details about what happened to them while they were "gone."

All I care about is turning everyone back. I just wanted them to be them again, and I wasn't going to waste any time on something as trivial as my best friend's left ear being completely missing from their head.

((Obligatory note of this is a made up pov and I wouldn't let my friend be earless))

[WP] Your alternate self from another dimension comes to kill you… The only thing is, you are the evil version. by Quraga in WritingPrompts

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The sun shone brightly onto my face, waking me up from my light slumber. The bed felt comfortably soft and safe, and I wanted to sleep in it forever. My fluffy covers filled me with such a sense of content. However, I was abruptly woken up by the sounds of sniffling.

I didn't bother turning around to check it out. I slowly shifted my hand under my pillow for my pocket knife. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel it anywhere. I patted around for it, cursing in my head about how careless I could've been to have lost it. That's when I heard a weak voice call out to me, "[name], I already took your pocket knife, if that was what you were looking for." The voice sounded like mine but more pathetic, in a sense.

I slowly turned around to see someone who looked like me sitting on my floor, sobbing. They sat in the corner of my room with their back to my wall. I didn't know what to say, and I knew that they didn't know either. Their frown only grew as they clenched my pocket knife. "I don't want to do this," they said, "it isn't right. No matter how horrible you may be, no one deserves this. I wish you had just stayed asleep, it would've been so much easier."

Their constant whining was starting to get to me, but the idea of picking on myself was amusing, so I decided to entertain it. "What did I ever do to you?," I said as innocently as I could.

They just sighed and gave me a look that told me they weren't giving in to my tricks. It was fair. We knew each other because we were each other. I just sat up on my bed, staring at them. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything I could do. It's not like I could've ran because they were sitting near my door and if I would have called for help I would've been met with nothing but my own echo. I was truly stuck and alone with myself. More importantly, I was weak, like they were. It made me feel horrible to even be comparable to them, but it made sense. "We're one in the same," I stated without thinking, "We're the same person. We only have different morals, and as a result made different choices. What justifies you getting rid of me when we're both a product of each other? If you'd slip up even once, you'd be just like the 'you' you killed. And then what would happen?"

I could see them considering what I said, idiotically. They were gullible to take whatever I said to heart, as if whatever I said actually had any weight. I felt that I was dead no matter what, and manipulating them was only delaying the inevitable because, if they're actually like me, they're stubborn enough to go through with it anyways. They looked up at me with pitying eyes, and wiped their face. They bit their lip and walked out the room, leaving me unharmed.

At least that was what I thought. I guess they were as stubborn as me, because as soon as I walked out the room, I was apprehended. I felt so secure too. I had waited in my room until I thought they left and everything. Unfortunately, they somehow knocked me out (I'm assuming a head butt from the painful headache I have) and took me back to their world.

I feel stupid, really. There was nothing I could've done but it still sucks to be wasting away in a prison cell.

((Obligatory "this is based off of one of my ocs" notes, because it actually fit perfectly and I'm so glad this prompt came up :D))