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Dialogue prompt:

“Seat check!”

“You can’t call seat check during musical chairs!”

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Dialogue Prompt:

“Listen, I’m about as sharp as a marble, so it you could stop speaking in riddles, that’d be great.”

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Person A: “Did…Did you just…”

Person B: “Kill them? Yes.”

Person A: “Why?”

Person B: “I don’t take kindly to those who threaten the people I love.”

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Klaus Mikeelson

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Flickering candles, and muffled music, were the first things to greet you, as you sluggishly made your way back into the waking world. For several moments, all you could do was lay there, your mind foggy and senses distorted, as you struggled to make sense of your surroundings.

Once the world finally stopped spinning quite so violently, and some strength had started to find its way, back into your limbs, you began to curiously explore the surface you were laid upon, only finding yourself even more confused, when you realised you were laying on what was undoubtedly, incredibly expensive, bedding, your body having been tucked in, almost tenderly.

With no knowledge of where you were, or how you had come to be here, your mind was quickly beginning to fill with panic, a state that wasn’t at all helped, by how weak, and strange, your senses were behaving. Unfortunately, because of that panic, you failed to register the music stopping, and the sound of swift footsteps, approaching your room.

Had it not been for the way all the candles abruptly flickered, as the door swung open, you might nor have noticed the persons entry, either. Though now that you had, it was all your disorientated mind, could focus on.

You recognised that face, after all.

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“Steve?” You asked, absolutely discombobulated. “Wh–what… How are you here? You–you died, we both did, didn’t we?”

Though, clearly, you two hadn’t died, as he was standing right in front of you and you were greedily sucking some much-needed air into your lungs.

You didn’t understand. The last thing you remembered was teleporting to him, trying to rescue him. Your last vivid memory was of Peggy telling you to bring him home. What the hell happened?

“How did we get out? I don’t remember getting out,” you told him.

“We didn’t get out,” he finally said. Before your mind could begin to spiral and you could spew off anymore questions, he held his hands up as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Look, I know this is all scary, and you’re going to have a million questions, but let me tell you what I know, okay?”

Although his tone set you on edge, you let out a shuddering breath and nodded.

“That day, back in 1945—”

“Why did you say it like that?” You asked, not being able to stop yourself. He was ruminating, you could tell just by his tone that what he was talking about was bad. Like, bad bad. That’s when it hit you—you had no idea how long you’d been asleep. “How long was I out?” He hesitated. That in an of itself was enough to let you know that it was a lot longer than you could’ve possibly imagined. “How long was I out, Steve?”

He sighed, knowing there was no way out of it. “I only woke up a few days ago, okay? You and I are in the same boat, Y/N.”

“How long were we out, Steve?” He didn’t miss the way your voice trembled.

He sighed again and grabbed your hand, knowing you would need someone to ground you, to keep you from losing your mind. “We were out for nearly 70 years, Y/N.”

And, with that, you prompt slipped back into unconsciousness.

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Dialogue:

“She’s totally a witch.”

“What? Why do you think that?”

“Because she drinks out of a tiny couldron.”

“That’s a coffee mug.”

“Yes, I know that, but it’s shaped like a couldron!”

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Character idea:

“I want to wear something that nobody will expect!”

That’s how you ended up at your cousin’s wedding in chain mail armor.

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Writing prompt #38:

She drank to forget him, and no matter how hard she tried, she still saw him in her dreams.

What’s a girl gotta do to get rid of a ghost?

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Character Idea:

Someone who tends to balance things when they’re drunk.

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Person A: ”There are easier ways of doing this, you know?”

Person B: “Yeah, but none of them are quite as fun, are they?”

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Damon Salvatore lmao

Character Idea: #1

An assassin that likes to be paid in books.

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Prompt #38:

“Have you ever seen someone so beautiful?” He asked, watching the princess longingly

“Everyday,” his best friend replied while she glanced over at him.

“You have?” He asked, though his eyes never met hers.

“Yes,” she confirmed, “everyday when I look in the mirror.”

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Prompt #37:

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted to kill someone so bad. But, as she sat across from her coworker at a completely pointless meeting at a job she absolutely hated, she surmised that it was probably a similar situation to the one she currently found herself in.

As if he could feel her burning, hatred-filled gaze, he glanced up at her, temporality pausing his incessant tapping. He raised an oblivious eyebrow, nonverbally asking her what was wrong. She crossed her arms and nodded down at the pen in his hand. His mouth fell open in realization and he shrugged in apology before setting his pen off to the side.

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Prompt #36:

Her hand hovered over the rail as she descended the stairs, close but not touching. Honestly, she’d rather risk the fall than possibly get sick from all the germs undoubtedly coating the wooden handrail.

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