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ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ (REQUESTED) SUPERMAN (2025) PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

how's your mom?

i don't think there's anything funny about good journalism.

why does he trust everyone?

i've sacrificed my own humanity to help get rid of it.

your obsession with me is getting a little creepy.

it's not too late for either of you.

this is what you do every time you're faced with conflict.

i'm sorry, friend.

any chance they're mistaken?

i'm not gonna say that. you know i'm not gonna say that.

i'll be there as soon as i can, okay?

aw, you look like shit.

where's the button?

he's gonna regret harming me for the rest of his life.

i can handle any question that comes my way.

i will admit that, i am scared.

they sent me here to kill people.

come on. my actions? i stopped a war.

rule without mercy.

hey, handsome.

people were going to die!

what are we gonna do?

you saved us so many times. now it's our turn.

this girl is obsessed with you?

i thought i told you to keep an eye on him.

we're so different.

if you keep interviewing yourself, eventually people are gonna figure it out.

i shouldn't have brought it up.

hey, man. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to bum you out.

ethically, these interviews are hugely problematic.

we need to find him.

hey! hey, no, no. stop!

i tried to stop him.

no need to thank us, as we will not appreciate it.

guards! guards! he's doing something!

i'm just in the middle of a big news day here.

we have to try. come on.

what did you mean when you said that you knew this would never work?

it's a big story. put it above the fold.

three months ago, we had our first date.

so we're gonna lock up all meta humans now?

we'll never make it in time.

why is nobody clapping?

it's been a minute.

we feed the canine, but he is unruly.

the alien is on its way back.

can't he hold his breath for over an hour?

i can tell you don't really think so.

i probably should have told you that a long time ago.

don't worry. tall, dark, and martian isn't my type.

what are you doing here?

how dare he throw a pencil at me?

how am i being dishonest?

i'm goddamn mr. terrific.

there's other parts of you that people would find very attractive.

that's the problem. i need to heal.

i've been trying to figure out a way to get it out of here alive.

yes, but you know that's very silly.

we have what we need. return to base.

i knew this would never work.

we have no clue what his actual goal was here.

i cherish it more than anything.

oh, my god! what is that?

well, what's particularly bad for business is dying.

should we really still be standing here?

i don't need your help.

way to bring it home!

this ain't playtime! quit messin' around!

i didn't do anything.

i think it's pretty obvious the goal was kicking superman's ass.

what did you mean by that?

what did you say?

take me home.

i think i'm doing a good job.

i won't be able to sustain the impact at this speed.

without solid proof of malicious intent, it's just not worth the risk.

your pride won't be making our choices today.

it would be difficult to find him.

even if he was dead, those trackers would still be there.

i just do what i can not to be splashed.

i'm pretty sure you wouldn't like that.

that is where you've always been wrong about me.

okay, i'd like to change the subject, if i could.

man, you are so weird.

don't talk to me.

i have no clue what you're talking about.

i put your parents' message on to soothe you.

you are only 83% restored to health. you must rest.

you seem upset.

your choices, your actions: that's what makes you who you are.

they won't fool everyone forever.

there were no casualties and no significant injuries.

i can recover the rest.

can we go on now?

who raised you as a child?

we'll need more than you when we enter.

we love you more than heaven.

you came to get me.

oh, my. i do apologize, but this is a restricted area.

we've done what we need to do. wrap it up.

you know what? it doesn't matter.

you have to say “off the record” beforehand, not after.

we must get to the bunker!

i am giving you one last chance to stop!

i don't get it. what's bad about that?

buckle up, we're going live.

no, you are not going to take credit for this.

come on, bro. don't be such a wuss.

okay, well, a lot of people love 'em.

you're just trying to get information out of me.

you love breakfast.

you are not punk rock.

she has to be the biggest idiot in the world.

we'll take my ride.

i put one foot in front of the other and i try to make the best choices i can.

oh, come on, man.

okay. i'm gonna do my job.

you gotta get outta here. it's not safe.

i'm as human as anyone.

it's not healthy, is it?

i'm not even sure how i feel. honestly.

now you're being dishonest.

what the hell, dude?

i party like a rock star, choir boy.

i was gonna break up with him, actually.

i've been very honest about that. from the beginning.

oh, here. i brought you a donut.

wait. can we talk..?

i'm sorry we fought.

i hope he rots in hell.

i'm punk rock.

hopefully, there's something on here.

i'm coming in on my own accord.

there's gotta be a better way to do this.

he's been studying him for years.

you have to promise me we get to hang this weekend.

you piece of shit alien!

i can help.

i told you i wasn't good at relationships.

i have a workaround for that as well.

what do you want me to do?

look, i didn't even want to bother you,

take a hike, barbie!

please see what you can find out.

this is all on the record.

i don't know how else to find him.

he'll be dead in minutes.

i screw up all the time.

i couldn't be more proud of you.

you were out there helping them?

hey, bro, what are you doing? stop that!

isn't that one of those justice guys?

is that really how you feel?

do you want me to take it apart and put it back together?

you want me to drive?

sorry about that. i'm so sorry.

you'd be terminated already if it was up to me.

it was very funny today.

he's out there alone and he's probably scared.

we have no consciousness whatsoever.

oh, that's really good.

it's what people on the internet are saying.

hey, buddy. eyes up here.

i cleaned your boots. i'll go get 'em for you.

it's just a working name.

go for its eyes!

i can't stop it. i need your help.

i didn't imagine that would go so quickly.

how's that a mystery?

your superman has abandoned you!

you know that one specifically irritates me!

you have the footage?

would you like a coffee or tea?

i'm not who i thought i was.

can you get in?

where is my dog?

this is what we came for.

darn it, i can be such a jerk sometimes.

i will not accept that. will you?

how are we supposed to know how we feel when we read this malarkey?

enough! you're, you're gonna get all of us in trouble!

good luck with that.

you think this is going well?

the rumors are true.

i swear to god, that's not it.

my point is, i question everything and everyone.

whoa! what do we got here?

i didn't make it up.

how long have they been hooking up?

who are you working with here on earth?

as far as we can ascertain, there's none left on the planet.

parents aren't for telling their children who they're supposed to be.

are you being serious right now?

it's an awfully small distraction.

i really don't understand why you stay in that relationship.

i don't read that stuff.

i know you won't kill me.

you couldn't be more obvious.

with a healthy dose of yellow sun, we'll have him up and at 'em in no time.

kill him! he's still weak!

i don't know what a pocket universe is.

i don't know how in the hell this thing hasn't been spotted.

we can't stand here much longer.

this is your last warning.

why are you being like this?

i have no family or nothing.

[songblend]

don't you recognize me? [suguru geto, @godvalleys]

the voice itself was recognizable even without a face. that was the worst part.

not the shape of the tone, not the face standing in front of him, not even the weight of memories crawling their way up from years the sorcerer had spent trying not to review too closely at them.

just the voice.

satoru had spent a lifetime convincing himself that if he ever saw suguru again, he'd know instantly what to say. how to act. turns out that was the biggest lie he'd ever spoke. for once, there was no joke waiting at the tip of his tongue. no stupid grin nor easy answer; just a man in awe.

now looking at him, of course he recognized him. he would know the slope of those shoulders anywhere, the cadence of his speech.

gojo would recognize every version of geto that'd ever existed. that wasn't the problem. the problem was: none of them were supposed to be standing here.

laughing softly [not because anything's funny, but because he's not entirely sure what else to do], the sorcerer slides one hand into his pocket as he tilts his head. 'that's kinda unfair to ask, y'know.'

for being the strongest sorcerer of their time, gojo presently looks nothing like him at all.

'been a while, suguru.' the name tastes strange on his tongue. old, dangerous, and home all combined together. his throat tightens around the thought.

suddenly, he's seventeen again, walking beside his best friend. the one he thought would always be his side. convinced there would always be another day after the one they endured. until death do them part.

the concept hurts more than gojo expected.

a forced smile tugs at his lips. 'see: i recognize you.'

[songblend]

happy love island usa day to anyone else who watches

[songblend]

you're delirious, i... i'll get you some water. [james sunderland, @lvl99]

'i'm not... fucking delirious!' the latter half of the sentence is spat out, words practically ricocheting off the walls as his head twists in james' direction.

on one hand, ethan's outburst is meant to stop his friend. halt him in his tracks and make him listen to what's coming out of ethan's mouth, rather than running away. [even if it is to grab water.]

mia, louisana, chris, rosemary, the mold, everything. these aren't delusions, these are all real as in both they happened and are real to ethan’s brain.

but, on the other hand, when he listens to himself speak — the father of one recognizes where a person may gather the illusion of deliriousness from what he says. there's an overbearing sensation of exasperation radiating from that; from sounding more crazy than he knows he is.

with a loud sigh, ethan runs a scarred hand down his face, lips pressing themselves together.

i'm not actually delirious, right?

now that the thought's inside his head, he can't help but wonder if there's some semblance of truth behind it. to what james is saying.

there's no fucking way i'm delirious.

gaze meeting his friend's, the blond nods his head once. [more in defeat than anything.] 'yeah, sure, water would be just dandy.' though surrendering in nature, it doesn't erase the palpable vexed tone clawing its way up his windpipe.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     MISC. PROMPTS.

mixed bag of sentence starters/dialogue prompts. taken from reedsy.

“i love you.”

“do i know you?”

“do you remember?”

“this section is off limits.”

“we’re closing in ten minutes.”

“this isn’t what i signed up for.”

“this is all my fault.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“have we met before?”

“are you real?”

“i didn’t mean that.”

“i’ve said too much.”

“i didn’t see that one coming.”

“is nobody going to say it?”

“i wish we could stay here forever.”

“it’s all fun and games.”

“i can’t say it.”

“you can’t run forever.”

“we have all the time in the world.”

“you’ve got this.”

“that shouldn’t be there.”

“i think someone’s listening.”

“i think someone’s watching.”

“we’re not alone.”

“i’m free!”

“maybe in another life.”

“rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“it’s the thought that counts.”

“i feel alive.”

“speak now.”

“so, what’s the catch?”

“it’s mine, and you can’t have it!”

“houston, we have a problem.”

“let’s go for a walk.”

“thank you for that.”

“i’ve got a plan.”

“move aside.”

“i’m here to investigate a crime.”

“you didn’t come to the funeral. why?”

“oh my god. don’t say that!”

“quick! act surprised!”

“are you absolutely sure that your plan is foolproof?”

“come here.”

“truth or dare.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

“is that… is that blood all over you?”

“right, i’m leaving now.”

“when has listening to you EVER worked out well for me?”

“don’t do that.”

“no, you can’t have my number.”

“i’d rather you just tell me.”

“did you also hear a knock on the door?”

“you’re not looking your best today. what happened?”

“[he/she/they] did it first.”

“well, don’t just stand there! do something!”

“run! run now!”

“hey. someone’s on the phone for you.”

“you’ll never know unless you try.”

“thank you, god. thanks an awful lot.”

“this is my worst nightmare.”

“there’s nothing much to do but wait.”

[songblend]

you're a good man. [boodle, @godvalleys]

over the years, woop slap has been called many things. stubborn, loud, even a nuisance at times. more than a few things that weren't fit for such polite company. a "good man" usually didn't make that list.

the words boodle says land harder than the old mayor expects, evident by the way his weathered hands fold behind his back as he looks at his friend. his confidant in any and all struggles over the years. the corners of his mouth twitches upward; a rare sight for such a grumpy man.

'careful there...' he mutters quietly, tender and warm enough for only the two of them to hear. 'keep saying things like that and people'll think you've gone soft.'

his gaze lingers on the other mayor probably longer than it should before retreating back towards the skyline of foosha village, unable to look direct in his eyesight with his next two sentences. 'besides, if i'm good at all, it's because i've had good people standing next to me. like you.'

who's the one who's gone soft?

[songblend]

will you relax, i'm just kidding around. [l lawliet, @godvalleys]

his shoulders loosen only a fraction of an inch. not because the reassurance helps nor because light actually believes it. but because reacting any further would only make him look even more guilty.

his jaw tightens before he forces the tension away, fingers drumming against the edge of his desk. the sound is quiet and controlled; deliberate in the shared space of the task force's office. light hates how easily ryuzaki manages to weasel himself beneath his skin. every conversation is like walking through a field of traps, never knowing which harmless comment is actually another hidden test.

a slow exhale escapes him, light's voice coming out even flatter than intended. 'right.' dark eyes search the detective's face for some indication of where the "joke" ends and the investigation begins.

with ryuzaki, there rarely seems to be a difference.

leaning back slightly in his chair, light crosses his arms. 'maybe you should give people some warning before saying things like that.' the complaint sounds reasonable enough for him to make; casual, normal, exactly what he's aiming for.

a smile pulls at one corner of his mouth, never reaching his eyes, voice carrying a trace of arid amusement as he snarks one final comment.

'then again, i guess making people uncomfortable is your idea of entertainment.'

[songblend]

            if clouds are water, why aren't fish in the sky?

#songblend. independent + selective multimuse featuring characters of varying genres; animanga, superhero, horror, video game, etcetera. developed and written by kevin. ❯ rules. muses.

[songblend]

this kinda looks like your old girlfriend! [travis touchdown, @lvl99]

the smile aptly fixated across the deep's face drops like a hot potato. for a second, all he does is stare at the plushie in travis' possession.

nemo. of course it's fucking nemo. the g.o.a.t of all clownfish.

his shoulders tense beneath the green wetsuit, mouth pulling into a thin line as several emotions wage war across his face simultaneously. offense, embarrassment, genuine sadness, even the furrowing his eyebrows to cook up a lie. instead, he lands on obvious vexation with a hint of embarrassment. [evident by the brush of pink across his cheeks.]

'okay. first of all, that's really insensitive.' his right index finger lifts, pointing accusingly at nemo. 'secondly, she wasn't even a clownfish. she was an octopus. get it right, bro.' a pause / another pause. 'thirdly, she wasn't even my girlfriend. not officially, anyway.' which somehow makes all of this sound even worse than it already did.

deep's eyes remain still on the toy, the expression in his eyes growing increasingly wounded the longer he looks at it. it's like seeing a ghost. a tiny, orange, mass-produced ghost with embroidered eyes. god, he misses her. misses all of them in the ocean. the fish, the dolphins, even the sea cucumbers.

a heavy sigh leaves him, gaze slowly making its way back onto travis. 'wait.' realization finally dawns on the superhero, eyes narrowing in the process. 'how did you even know about that?'

[jamsmemes]

(     *     EVIL DEAD.

a selection of dialogue prompts from the movie evil dead (1981). feel free to change pronouns / details as needed.

'jesus christ, just tell us already, will ya?'

'damn it, what the hell was that? you trying to kill us?'

'the damn thing jerked right out of my hand.'

'aw, eat shit and die, will ya?'

'hey, what's this place like, anyway?'

'these mountains seem familiar.'

'ooh, you're gonna get it. when you least expect it, you're gonna get it good.'

'what's wrong with the woods? they can't bite ya.'

'it's gonna be a bomb weekend.'

'hey, this place has a dungeon.'

'hey, look at this!'

'what're you drawing?'

'will you relax, i'm just kidding around.'

'as a greek friend of mine once said, "nis-hat-nis-fert- dis-ruben-tu-tar-im."'

'whatever it is, it's still down there.'

'i don't like cellars, let's close it up.'

'that's the stupidest thing i ever heard in my life. jesus christ.'

'maybe it is just some animal.'

'i'm not going down there!'

'okay, okay, you coward, i'll go.'

'you're crazy if you go down there.'

'why don't you wait until morning?'

'what melodrama! what courage! a kiss, my brave hero.'

'get me a flashlight.'

'what the hell are you doing down here, jerking off?'

'how come you didn't answer me?'

'i didn't hear you.'

'hey, what'd you do that for? it was just getting good.'

'you just don't know when you're carrying something too far.'

'big deal, it's just a joke, shit.'

'it'll be better tomorrow. things'll smooth out, you'll see.'

'it's just that ever since we came up here, things have been a little too tense.'

'what'ya we stay up for a while and listen to the storm?'

'is anybody out there?'

'i know someone's out there... i heard you.'

'help, help, let me in. open the door!'

'please, someone please! help me, help me!'

'it... it tried to kill me.'

'what's wrong with you?'

'did something in the woods do this to you?'

'the woods themselves... the trees, they're alive...'

'i'm not staying here. we're leaving this place, we're leaving this place right now!'

'there's nothing out there.'

'trees do not attack people.'

'will you drive me into town or not?'

'i don't care how it sounds.'

'if you don't want to stay, i can't make you.'

'it's not gonna let us leave.'

'why are you slowing down?'

'wanna play some cards?'

'guess, i'm going to see if you're psychic.'

'you know, i always thought i had some sort of extra sense. you know, like e.s.p. or something.'

'you will die. like the others before you.'

'we will take you one by one.'

'we've still got a few hours before morning.'

'everything's gonna be alright.'

'what is, uh... what are we gonna do?'

'do you have everything?'

'if i find a way out of here, i'll mark it and then come back.'

'you're a good man.'

'soon all of you will be like me.'

'i think i'm dying. jesus, i can't feel my legs.'

'you're gonna be okay. you're gonna be just fine, you'll see.'

'we're all gonna die here...'

'we're not gonna die!'

'i don't want to die. so... so lonely to die like this.'

'you're not gonna leave me, are you? are you?'

'i'm scared, i... i can't feel my legs.'

'listen to me please, for god's sake.'

'don't let them take me away again, please, please, please.'

'help me. let me out of here. i'm alright now.'

'come unlock this chain and let me out.'

'don't you recognise me?'

'why are you doing this? why?'

'i don't want to die, but... but i can't stand this pain.'

'gimme something. gimme something to put me out.'

'i know it's bad. but i can't be alone now, i can't. i'd lose my mind.'

'there is no tomorrow!'

'you're delirious, i... i'll get you some water.'

'now, now the sun will be up in an hour or so and we'll get out of here... together.'

'wouldn't you like to be going home? you'd like that i bet, wouldn't ya?'

'stay back.'

'please, if you can still hear me, keep away.'

'cmon, c'mon, get it over with, why are you torturing me like this?'

'not another peep, time to go to sleep.'

'this kinda looks like your old girlfriend!'

'what, are you crazy?'

'i'm gonna smack your face!'