A List Of 100+ Buildings To Put In Your Fantasy Town

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

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Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

Tear Down My Reason [5]

Orderly!Blue Jones X NonBinary Afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: Blue has a few days off.

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A/N: Reader is afab and non-binary, and is referred to by the nickname, 'Honey'.

Warnings: overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here, gonna say dubious consent because reader is a patient, soft!Blue, some anxious thoughts, dry humping, p in v sex, cream pie, Blue being a bit possessive, Honey as a pet name, swearing, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2062

Blue was off for three days, which shouldn’t have been so much of an issue for you.

It was scheduled, routine time off that he’d told you about in advance. It wasn’t as if you were wondering where he was and if he was okay.

Not that you cared if he was okay or not. No. No way. Not at all.

But the days had been surprisingly long and boring without him. You missed his presence in the building. Harris, Blue’s second in command, had been left in charge. He was a calm man, with an even voice but he didn’t have the same gravitas that Blue had cultivated. And while patients still went quiet when he came into a room, it was more the other orderlies that were the issue. 

Especially a couple of the new recruits. Russell and Mcconnell in particular are high on your list of people to steer clear of.

Abigail said your name softly, breaking you out of your thoughts. You blink hard. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, shaking your head. 

“You okay?” Abigail's eyebrows are pinched together in worry but you nod. 

“Just thinking.” 

She nods. 

Erna and Meagan give you sympathetic looks, and Lilly had paused speaking. She gave you a soft smile, shifting her chair in the rec room a fraction closer to you. 

“You sure?” Lilly leans forward a little as she speaks.

“Yeah, no,” you rub your eyes, “tired maybe.” 

Lilly hums and strokes your back, “I know the feeling… must be nice though, not having Blue around at the moment? He’s really been riding your back recently.” 

You freeze for a second and she thankfully mistakes your reaction. The more correct turn of phrase was that you had been riding him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She leans a little loser and you manage to give her a weak smile. 

“Yeah.” You swallow, your mouth dry. 

“He has been better recently.” Megan adds, “he’s not been so,” she gestures with her hands, “extreme.”

Lilly shakes her head, “You don’t know him like we do.” The ‘we’ obviously means you and her. What exactly had happened in solitary? 

“He’s distracted at the moment,” Lilly adds and Meagan nods sadly, before turning back to you, “he’ll get bored and’ll focus on someone else soon, I promise.” She says it so kindly, trying to console you as best she can. 

She doesn’t know that it feels like a blade to the chest. 

.

An air of dispondance hangs over you later than evening when you go to your room for lights out. For once you’re in bed well before the orderlies come to lock the bedroom doors and call for lights out. 

But you don’t sleep. No matter how hard you try. 

The conversation plays over and over in your head like a merry-go-round, getting stuck on specifics before rotating back to the beginning. 

He’ll get bored of you. 

You don’t know him like we do.

You sigh, tensing your muscles, trying to wipe the thoughts out. If you needed to-

Your door clicks, the sound of a jangle and then keys in the lock. 

Nausea twists in your stomach. You don’t freeze, instead you sit bolt upright, your left hand rummaging for the twisted metal bed springs you’d fashioned into a primitive weapon under your mattress, it wouldn’t do much but it was better than nothing.

The door opens and the tension leaves you in one quick sweep. 

Even in the dark, you recognise Blue’s silhouette.

“Blue,” you whisper, unable and unwilling to keep the smile out of your voice. 

He shuts the door quickly, putting his keys in the lock before he comes over and sits on the side of your bed. 

You shift, giving him extra space. 

“Honey, Honey, Honey,” he reaches out, lightly touching your upper arm and then quickly embracing you when you reach for him. He presses his face into your neck and breathes deeply, like he was finally filling his lungs with clean air. 

“I thought you would be sleeping.” He strokes your cheek, kissing you softly and nuzzling your nose against his. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” 

He frowns, still stroking your skin, “Badly?” 

You shake your head. “No, no, just one of those days, well nights.” 

He smiles, “Hmm, I understand, I’ve felt the same.” He gives you another soft kiss that makes your stomach buzz pleasantly. 

“How were your days off? I thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning?” You stroke his waist, shuffling a little so you can get closer to him. 

“Awful. Missed you so bad Honey. Hated it.” He moans softly, leaning into your touch eagerly. “Thought I was gonna lose it, so I came back now.”

You slide your hand up and around his shoulders as you trail sloppy kisses along his jaw, his breathing hitches as he groans and quickly tugs off his shoes before he clambers fully onto the bed. 

“Thought you were gonna be sleeping.” He repeats, almost lightheaded with how you're touching him. Need burns along his veins, makes him dizzy. “Was just gonna look in on you, just wanted to see your pretty face.” 

You mouth at his neck, scraping your teeth over his pulse point in a way you know drives him wild.

He groans immediately, grabbing at your hips, “Honey, oh shit.” He breathes heavily in your ear, pulling you into his lap. “Gonna get me all worked up.” He bites his lip, trying to keep some semblance of control over himself. 

“Good.” 

“Ugh,” he slips his hands under your pyjama top, just skimming the tips of his fingers over your warm skin. “You’re addictive, you know that. They need to put a warning in your notes,” he presses his left hand against the small of your back, pushing you so that your core rocks against him. “Hmmm,” he moans into your mouth when you kiss him, parting his lips eagerly and letting your tongue slip inside. 

You shiver, the heat of his hand spreading up your back as you grind against him, rubbing your aching clit all over his rapidly hardening cock. 

“Missed you.” You mutter and he whimpers.

“Missed you, Honey, missed you so fucking much.” He tugs at your clothes. “Come, let’s get these off, yeah?” He asks sweetly, smiling when you nod. 

You disentangle from each other just long enough for you both to strip. Blue yanks off his lab coat, t-shirt and sweats, chucking them on the floor and then sitting back against your headboard. 

His hands are all over you before you’re even finished undressing. He pulls you softly back into his lap, positioning your legs so that they’re wrapped around his waist. He grins up at you, his eyes bright as his bare skin is finally against yours. 

“Hmmm, much better Honey, much better.” He leans forward, sucking a love bite into the base of your neck and soothing the sting quickly with his tongue. 

He lets out a little shuddered breath as you start to move again, slowly rocking against his warm, velvety length. 

You shiver, wrapping your arms around him as pleasure starts to build in your belly and makes you desperate.

“God,” he swallows thickly, “love watching you,” he kisses your chin, lips, cheek, alternating between having to gaze upon your face and needing his mouth touching your skin. He whines low in his throat, whimpering with every gentle rock and glide of your hips. 

“Do you think you can come like this?” He asks softly, his voice strained. 

You nod, your fingers digging in and you move faster as you lift yourself up and down, dragging your bundle of nerves over him again and again. 

“Please,” he moans, so caught up in the sensations of your folds sliding against his cock, every drag and long drawn out movement sending him reeling into bliss. “P-please, want to watch you come, want you to feel good.”

His words go straight to your core, the desperate love sick glaze to his eyes, the way he tugs at your waist, moving with you wantonly is all too much, and it’s all too easy to let yourself just sink under his spell. 

You whine, breathing hard as you squeeze his biceps and shoulders, so close you can taste it. 

“Couldn't even come without you the last few days,” he pants, “wouldn’t work, just wanted to feel you and taste you and-” He groans low as you tense, your breath leaving you in a gasp. 

Pleasure explodes along your nerves, flooding your mind as you shake in his arms and claw at his back. 

“Oh god, yes.” He moans louder than you do, holding your chin and neck in his hands so he can watch your face intently. He keeps moving, rocking his hips to prolong your pleasure as he bites his lip to force down his own orgasm. 

He litters your face with kisses as you relax, unable to stop the smile spreading across his face. “Look so beautiful, Honey.” He whispers and hugs you tightly.

You breathe hard but then pull back a fraction. 

Blue frowns, a worried look flashing across his face until you rise up and take his cock in hand. A deep groan overtakes him as you line him up with your soaking core and sink down onto his thick length. 

“Honey, Honey, Honey,” he repeats, gasping as you move slowly at first, easing up and down gently. “I’m, I’m sorry,” he chokes, “I’m gonna, I can’t, I’m gonna come.” He bites his lip hard, trying to focus on anything else. 

“Shhh,” you press your thumb against his mouth, easing his lip free from his teeth and kissing him sweetly, tasting the desperation on his tongue. “Be good and come for me.” 

He whines, grabbing hold of your waist and pushing you down flush against him. He rocks twice, his eyes screwed up tight, mouth open as he empties himself into you with a long sigh. Relief flooding his veins like an addict finally getting a hit. 

He buried his face into your chest, kissing your breasts and muttering thank yous. 

Softly, you stroke his hair, it’s getting a little longer, starting to grow out of his short cut. 

“You don’t need to thank me.” You whisper. 

“Yes, yes I do.” He mumbles into you. “Need to thank you every second of the day.” 

You giggle, your heart so light and airy you feel like you could float. “You’re so silly.” 

He snorts, looking up at you and smiling. “Loving you isn’t silly, Honey.” He gazes at you for a long moment, looking more content than you’ve ever seen him. “I have something for you.”

You incline your head, “Something for me?” 

“Hmm,” he grins cheekily, “something that isn’t my cock.” 

You tut but you’re laughing. “I already have that anyway,” you squeeze your walls around him and he groans. 

“Hell yeah, you do.” He squeezes you tightly before he bends to the side at the most awkward angle, but doing it so that he doesn’t have to take his softening cock out of you just yet. 

He fishes around in his lab coat pockets for a moment while you laugh.

“Ah, ha!” He sits up dramatically, relishing your attention. “Here.” 

He hands you a small soft toy bear that is a little larger than your hand. It’s soft, it’s fur a warm baby blue. 

You stare at it for a moment, an alien emotion settling in your bones. 

“Do you…” he swallows, gazing up at you nervously, “if you don’t like it, you don’t have-”

You snatch it from his hand a little dramatically and he smiles shyly, warmth breaking into his chest. 

“I love it.” You smile, you want to cry. It doesn’t make sense. You can’t remember the last time someone gave you a gift.

“I saw it yesterday, I was out shopping and I saw him and…” A little blush colours his cheeks that isn’t from the exertion of your lovemaking. “Bears like honey right? And he’s blue.” 

You take his chin in your left hand and cradle the bear to your chest with your right as you pull him into a deep, long kiss that leaves him breathless and lightheaded. 

“I love him, Blue, thank you.” 

He grins, hugging you tightly like you’re the only thing he cares about in the word. “I’m glad Honey.” 

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writing tip: getting started!

ahh! blank page! spooky shit right there. getting started is really hard, and it kinda feels like grasping at straws to figure out where to start. here's some pointers!

pick your favorite place. what part have you been dreaming about? what line of dialogue has you kicking your feet and screaming with laughter? what was the scene that made you want to write? start there. you've thought about it the most, you're motivated, and you can build from there. building backwards isn't bad.

find the right mindset. pick an ambience, light a candle, watch some writertok motivations on youtube (i do that all the time) read something that inspires you. don't wait until you're motivated to write, but take initiative to get yourself there.

write it stupid. start with the stupidest most basic disgusting sentences ever. don't try to add mistakes, I mean like this:

"the sky was light and it was warm outside her window. she got up and walked downstairs. then she made breakfast."

to:

"It was a warm morning. She woke up slowly, pulled on a sweater and went downstairs to make breakfast."

to:

"Morning sun peeked through her window. She had been awake for a while, groggily breaking through the haze of a good night's sleep. After lounging for a couple minutes, the thought of eggs was too good to resist. grabbing her sweater, she went downstairs to prepare breakfast."

this is really helpful with deep/difficult or action packed scenes. if you're really struggling, write in a cliff note version and move on. I hate the whole [put the scene dec in a bracket], I feel like it looks weird and it bothers me more than avoiding it. just slip in a couple sentences and mark it for later.

4. this is a personal opinion, but don't do the '500 words a day' or '2 pages a day'. productivity is productivity. I find myself trying to subscribe to a numerical scale and inevitably resorting to 'i wrote 400 today, i'll just do 600 tomorrow to make up for it' and then it turns into 'i did nothing today, i'll double it tomorrow' but we know that won't happen. as long as you are writing, that is progress! don't kill the will to write in your attempt to write more.

maybe will post a part 2, xox bye bye!