Dialogue Prompts

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I-I love you ok?!

…I love me too.

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“Where’s that other little friend of yours?” “You killed him!” “Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry about that.”

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“I thought you were indestructible! What happened to your indestructible-ness?”

“I dunno, someone must’ve hit the off switch today!”

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“You can either work with me or lose.”

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Hey! I'm an experienced artist and miserably inexperienced writer. I saw many "prompts" accounts, but I don't really know how they work. I saw yours being dialogue one and I decided to ask someone. Thanks for help (:

Sorry for the super late response.  I’ve been off of tumblr for a while now and am only just getting back on.

So the way the prompts account, are just to give people inspiration for whatever they’re working on (or as it often is in my case, for when I’m blocked and just need a new idea).

The prompts which can either be scenario, character, plot, scene or dialogue based tend to be fairly general and could be applied to many different characters or settings (in either a fanart sense or an original art sense)

It’s really just a good way to get the creative juices flowing when you’re stuck and need a new idea. 

So the way I would “use” a prompt account, is to be looking through one and upon finding a quote that sticks out to me, I would see if I could figure out if it stuck out to me because of a particular fandom (for instance I could read a prompt and get a very strong Thor and Loki feel from the dialogue presented there) or because it reminds me of a character, plot, situation from one of my original stories.  Then, I would see if I could make an actual piece of content (whether visual art, a piece of writing, etc) from that prompt.  

I hope this helps!!

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“Are you asking me out on a date?” “No, um, I was actually asking if you would like to join us for Monopoly night.”

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"What are you even doing right now?"

"Dissociating."

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“don’t take this the wrong way, but please die.”

“There’s a good way to take that?”

“No, but I wanted you to know that I meant every word of it.”

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“Are you sure you can’t kill me now, I won’t judge, promise.”

“I don’t think you’re being a very good hero.”

“You too?  Everyone’s a critic.”

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“I will kill you, burn you and dance on your ashes.”

“You’ve probably been told this before, but wow, you are intense.”

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“Oh, he’s a fey, not a fairy.”

“There’s a difference?”

“Fairies will help you.  Fey will kill you.”

“That would have been nice to know before you sent me to catch him…”

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Jax stuffed cartridges into his shot gun and gave Lydia the side-eye.

“So let me get this straight,” he complained while he worked. “You hired a world-class hitman to do what- chase a fairy?”

“Fae.”

“Whatever.”

Lydia leaned forward and pushed her black hair over her shoulder. Her necklace was something gold and heavy with gems. Her clothing was too expensive for her smile, and her nails were too silver to be polish.

She never wore anything but grey, and her voice always sounded like a scream.

Jax tired not to notice that sort of thing. That was where trouble waited. His job was to kill people, and bring Lydia proof.

“So this fairy?”

“Fae.”

“Right, Fae. You want him dead I assume?”

“For the moment I want him found,” Lydia said, and took a sip that painted her lips red. “What happens after that depends on what he says after that.”

This sounded like the worst parts of a snipe hunt and an ambush. Jax could smell a trap a mile off and this one stank of trouble.

He hated jobs like this.

“And if he takes exception to being found?” Jax finished with the gun and went to his Stacy of weapons. Despite his needling, he knew what it took to bring in a Fae. They were hard to catch and harder to kill. “This is gonna cost you.”

“Favors, money, secrets, or a kiss?”

The last brought him up short and he looked at Lydia cautiously. She had never offered a kiss before.

With the way her red lips curled, that was a trap too.

“Half in money half in secrets, the same as always.”

Jax took the safe road. Lydia was dangerous in her own right and he walked a thin line working for her.

“The money is already in your account,” she laughed. “Think on the secrets you want and I will find out answers. Do you accept the contract?”

“Yes, I accept.”

She was funny about contracts too. That was alright. She wasn’t the weirdest he worked for.

Silver-edged knife. Powdered iron. Darts with barbed tips that were made to break off in the wound. Iron cable with a quick-lock, because there was no way Lydia wanted someone found and didn’t want them captured too.

“He goes by Tanglethorn in most circles,” she told him as he armed up and selected a gun loaded with iron-tipped bullets. “His true name is Tserafel. Find him. Whether he comes to me or dies will depend upon his next decisions.”

A true name was serious business for a Fae. That Lydia knew this one meant it was worse than business- it was political.

Why could it never be easy? Fae political issues- which this probably was, with his luck- were nasty. Changes in power were fueled by deaths. How many depended on how big the change was.

He gave her a wary glance. She stared back with eyes that were never the same color twice.

“Alright Lyds,”he agreed again and strapped his guns to his hips. “Where do I start?”

A glyph shimmered into existence on his wrist, blue against his dark skin.

Lydia smiled like a crack in reality.

“Start at the Troll Market. Look for the Silver Rose.”

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“Oh stop whining, you’ll be fine.”

“And if I’m not?”

“You can go to the afterlife with the satisfaction of proving me wrong.”

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“Sit down.  You are not a hero, you are going to get yourself killed!”

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“All I want is to eat my lunch in peace!  Just 30 minutes!  That’s all I ask for!”

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“You don’t even realize how weak you are.  You’re pathetic.”

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“If you do this, I won’t be there when you need me.”

“If I do this, I won’t need you.”

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“You don’t frighten me.”

“I don’t want to frighten you, my dear.  I want to break you.”