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Submitted Prompt #72
“Let them go,” the hero snarled, bright eyed and furious, “or I swear to god, I’ll—”
The villain let the guillotine drop, ignoring the hero’s pitiful whisper of denial and they way it rigged at their heart painfully. A head rolled along the floor; the only noise in the defeaning silence.
“Whoops,” they smiled, “looks like god wasn’t on your side today, hero.”
Hey!! Could I have an angsty prompt with Marvin please? I don’t mind which one!! I need some angst for my favourite magic man!
I chose “[Name]! Open the door!“ and combined this with another prompt in my inbox!
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Prompt: “If I’m a monster, what are you?” / “[Name]! Open the door!”
“Help me! Please!” It was definitely Henrik’s screams he heard, half-muffled by his bedroom door.
Marvin waved his fingers, willing his book shut with a soft ruffle of ancient, yellowed pages. He abandoned it with a sigh. Henrik was probably having nightmares again, as he often did when he finally managed to make it to sleep, which wasn’t a common occurrence nowadays, for any of them, really. Especially not him, he thought, noting the time as he left his study; just after 3AM.
“Henrik?” He called softly, approaching the doctor’s bedroom door and raising a hand to quietly knock his knuckles against it. “Henrik, wake up.”
He pressed his ear to the door, surprised to hear nothing; the wood was embarrassingly thin, and Henrik tended to be loud when dreaming.
“Henrik?” He asked again, reaching for the doorknob. Locked. “Henrik!” He exclaimed, voice rising, green sparks flying from the tips of his fingers. There was something wrong. “Open the door!”
He heard a cackle, and his blood ran cold. Stepping back, Marvin rammed his foot into the door, breaking the lock and sending it swinging open and cracking into the adjacent wall.
“You!” He snarled, stepping into the room, cat’s eyes fixed on the unconscious doctor, and the creature in his bed.
Anti held Henrik like a lover would; arms wrapped around him in an embrace that would’ve been convincing had it not been for the slender, sharp knife pressed into Henrik’s throat.
Anti cackled out a laugh that rang around the room. “Me?” He rasped, eyes wide, lit with a gleam that sent shivers down Marvin’s spine.
Marvin stalked forward, crossing the room in a few short strides. Flames crawled from his fingers to his hands, from his hands all the way up to his elbows, painting wavering, emerald patterns across the painted walls. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he said. “I’m going to send you back to the hole you crawled out of, you-”
Another cackle, static-soaked and green. “Monster? Is that what you were going to say?” Anti’s form fizzed, and suddenly he was not in bed with the doctor anymore but standing right in front of Marvin, knife pointed upward at his throat. “Such a cl-i-i-i-che. Monster. Say,” he fizzed again, flickered out of existence, reappeared behind Marvin with a pop. “If I’m a monster, what are you?”
He laughed. Hysterically and loud. And he was still laughing when Marvin spun, only to find that he wasn’t there anymore, and that he was alone in that darkened room, left only with his bleeding, unconscious doctor.
ALSO PLEASE TELL US MORE ABOUT VEHKRA IF YOU CAN I LOVE THE SOUND OF HIM!!!!!!!!! Hope you’re having a good day!!!
OF COURSE he’s my current favorite, so he’s always very fun to talk about :’) and i hope you’re doing well, too!!
he’s very easygoing compared to his traveling companions. he’s got a very gentle personality and a cheerful way of thinking that sets him apart from aevar’s high-energy mayhem and shivaroth’s detached serenity.
he has a disney princess’ knack for befriending small animals, and he and his sister took care of a small catlike creature called a ven back at their forge.
he’s a half-decent weaponsmith, but according to his family he spends too much time on the aesthetics and not enough on the blades themselves, which is partially to blame for why aevar’s blade is as ornamented as it is—vehkra was working on the hilt nonstop as they were traveling.
he prefers warm temperatures to cool ones as he was born in rhydel, but he has always wanted to adventure in adacia, which is probably the coldest island in the archipelago. his sister reminds him of that fact often, but he waves it off.
he can talk himself out of nearly any hard situation. he’s incredibly charismatic and in the worst case scenario, very good at playing dumb. he’s well practiced because his sister ashri is prone to saying the wrong things at the wrong times and getting them in trouble.
his family isn’t pious, so he has no particular allegiance to the old gods or the new. while many mortals have sided with or against the new gods, vehkra considers his role in their quest completely detached from his view of the pantheons, and focuses on the fact that no matter who he’s helping, it’s with the knowledge that this path is the only way to save the world and everyone in it.
i’ll stop there because otherwise i’ll just keep rambling, but here’s a tiny excerpt as a thank you for being interested in seige’s resident golden boy!
COULD WE BLEASE SEE SOME ACTOR MARK ART?? Maybe upset and/or angry, if you do specifics?? Thank you so much!!!! 💛
Angry boi hours. (I just woke up so apologies if they’re slightly messy sjsjdjdksdje)
This second one was me literally not being able to draw anything so I just quickly drew him very simple.
HAPPY FLF!! I hope you’re doing well! Here’s my line —“Something crept up his throat, scuttling and cruel, so he spat it out, not daring to touch it this time.”
oooooooh we love some metaphorical description--I’m always a fan of words made physical! or.....maybe this is literal? it which case that’s CREEPY!!!!
thank you for joining in with FLF!
DocThor; “You’re shaking” ?? If you’re still taking prompts, that is!! 😊
Hurt/comfort? I need some of that today.
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Prompt: “You’re shaking.”
The door opened. Shut again. The cloying scent of blood perforated the undisturbed air of the small cabin.
The Author almost didn’t notice, being too far gone in his own world of opening and shutting doors, in his own world of sticky, crimson blood. It was only when Edward hip-checked his desk, jostling his pen into an ugly scrawl across the paper.
“Hey-” the Author started, irritated, but the retort died on his tongue, never to be said; instead he could only look Edward up and down, taking in his red-spattered scrubs, his puffy, dark-ringed eyes, and his trembling hands.
“You’re shaking,” was all he could say, spinning his chair to face him, uncertain of what to say in the face of what seemed to be-- to Edward, at least-- some sort of tragedy.
“I lost a patient,” Edward said, and his voice shook too, from unshed tears and the effort it took to weather something like that.
The Author had no idea how to weather something like that. Still, he spread his ink-stained hands in what might’ve been a half-hearted gesture, what might’ve been a wordless offer.
Edward took the wordless offer, all but collapsing into the Author’s arms and burying his sticky, tear-tracked face in the Author’s neck.
“I should have saved her,” he whispered, voice half-crack, half-sob. “I should’ve saved her.”
The Author didn’t reply, only rubbed Edward’s back, tracing light half-circles, unsure of what to do, but holding him all the same.
NO. 38 — TO PRETEND WITH ACTOR AND DARK MAYBE??
38 is “because yours is running out of time” but I’ll do “to pretend”
Title: False Love
“Do you ever miss me?” The words curled around Dark’s shoulders, settling heavy across his shoulders like a shroud as he creaked open the door to his bedroom. “Do you ever long for my presence?”
“No.” Immediate. Final. Dark shut the door, cutting off the hallway’s light and plunging his room back into deafening darkness.
He could still tell, however, that Mark was there; the hands that touched his chest, tracing the length of his collar before reaching up to wrap around his shoulders were very real. Dark froze instantly, eyes widening, jaw clenching, as the hands traveled up his neck to cup his face.
“Because I miss you,” Mark whispered, kissing his jaw, his cheek, his lips. “Oh so much.”
Then, he gave a sharp twist, snapping Dark’s neck.
York went silent — Astra schmastra, he wanted to say, but didn’t, because he didn’t like lying, especially not about Astra. (OKAY so this comes from my Camp WIP this April and these two were never supposed to be so close but now they are and that’s why it’s my favourite line???? York loves Astra and is so soft for them,,,, anyways happy Favourite Line Friday!! I hope Camp is going well, if you’re doing it this year! 😄)
ASTRA SCHMASTRA I LOVE THIS LITTLE BEAN!! also also ‘he didn’t like lying, especially not about Astra’ is so freaking PURE I can definitely tell that he’s soft for them! babies!! 😍🥰😍
I stan sharing something from your Camp Nano WIP, and I hope the writing is flowing easily for you! my own Camp is off to a slow start because I have to finish up all my end of year essays, but hopefully they should be done either today or tomorrow and I can catch myself up!
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