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Just like to write :)

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Feel like I should have established this but I'm new to this site haha,

If you see a prompt you like and would like me to write it out whether long or short let me know :)

I also do take requests and ill likely message you privately instead of publicly if I have a problem with the request but otherwise ill post the written piece on the blog.

Thanks guys! Have a splendid day :))

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Writing prompt:

Two friends watching a beautiful light show, perhaps mystical, perhaps completely natural. One of the friends taps the other on the shoulder and signs to them

"What does it sound like?"

The other ponders for a moment and with a smile, signs back, delicately, "it sounds like when birds land on your porch early in the morning, looking for food." They pause for a moment, intent on getting this just right. To give their friend the same feeling they have right now. "Or when... you finally spot a deer through the trees that runs away but before it completely disappears, it gives you one last look. A chance to take it all in."

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So what happens when you have a really awesome world and story idea but can't write it out as a story because it is wayyyy better suited to be a webtoon but you also cannot draw to save your life?

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Supernatural Prompt

When you have a werewolf best friend and the villain eyes them after a bit of the fight goes on:

“When did you get a puppy?” Her tone was cocky and teasing. Person A and Person B were huffing, their team scattered. 

“Leave her alone,” Person A says wearily. She eyed person B who looked back at her.

The villain holds out a hand toward person B and casts a spell, “no I don’t think I will... I’ve always wanted a pet,” and Person B screams in agony. Their bone structure instantly changing as they fall to the ground. Person A screamed for them but after the transformation was done, all that was left was the wolf form of her friend. “Fetch,” and the team had to fight against one of their own.

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Person A has been tortured psychologically and kept away from their team. When Person B comes to rescue them they are met with terrified eyes and screams.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"You're not real... YOURE NOT REAL"

Person A crawls brokenly as far away from B as possible.

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Person A: i thought you said you play by your own rules?

Person B: yeah I do... they just happen to be very similar to the actual rules.

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Hero Prompt

Hero has the ability to phase through attacks and solid objects. The Villain is currently fighting with Hero’s team and when the Villain turns to Hero and throws an attack, the Hero phases through it.

The Hero looks up with a cocky smile and is prepared to jump at the Villain but stop when they hear a scream behind them. To their horror, the attack that failed to hit Hero, had hit one of their teammates who is now bleeding horribly on the floor.

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Person A: If something happened to them, ill kill you!

Person B: Trust me, if something has happened to them, ill save you the trouble.

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Person A and Person B are close, whether they are best friends, romantically involved or siblings.

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Person A: okay I'm ready, let's do this.

Person B looks up and nods. They press a button and a forcefield traps Person A within the HQ.

Person A: Hey! What are you doing?!

Person B: I'm sorry Person A. I cant- you can't come with me.

Person A: He'll kill you! What are you doing! You ll leave me all alone, don't you get that? Without you I have nothing!

Person B: you have the team. You are NOT alone.

Person A: Person B-

Person B: I will not let you die in my war!

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"No no no, what you just told me is that you just gave weed to a guy in charge of a nuke?!"

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Found family trope but with the Angel and Devil on your shoulders.

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"On the contrary good sir. I was raised by the man who killed my father"

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Writing Siblings

If anyone ever has trouble writing siblings, this is an interaction I just had with my brother:

Me: You’re a mistake

Him looking at me dead in the eyes and whispers: Boobies

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Hero and Villain Prompt “Kneel”

The Hero, beaten and bruised after fighting the Villain’s henchmen, had finally reached the Villain. They are panting, accidentally swallowing blood from their lips and mouth, but they look at the Villain with no spared amount of hate.

“Let them go,” the Hero says, gritting their teeth. Behind the Villain are the Hero’s two teammates. They each have their share of bruises but light up when they see that their leader has come to save them.

The Villain smirks. Three large henchmen stand tall next to the Villain and the Villain cockily chuckles. “I have no intention of hurting them anymore than I already have. Of course I could let them go but I want you to show everyone just how much you have left. I’ve destroyed you, made you into a person no mirror could ever make you recognise. Show me how much I have bested you”

The hero’s anger faulting slightly as they looked to meet the Villain’s eyes. “What?”

“Kneel.”

A moment of agonising silence had filled the room and so the Villain, their smirk growing ever so slightly, continued.

“You heard me, Hero. You want to see them walk out of here alive?” The Villain almost whispered, walking closer toward the Hero as a show of intimidation. “Kneel.”

The Hero choked. They couldn’t tell if it was on their own blood, saliva or on their tears. The Villain wanted to crush them. Had they won? Was there any dignity left for the Hero after all they’d done?

The Hero, who was ever so proud. 

The teammates who always looked up to them.

The Henchmen, who were ready for a fight because there was no way the Hero would ever kneel for the Villain. 

Because Hero would rather go out swinging. They hated the person in front of them. To give them such power well... the Hero would rather die. But the Hero took one glance at their friends. The looks in their eyes, the fear on their faces. How would the Hero save them otherwise?

So the Hero knelt.

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Dialogue Lines

I’m drafting a fanfiction about a completely original cast of power rangers and these are some lines of dialogue I thought were powerful. Let me know what you think.

“You know why Michael? Because of that young girl right there,” Carla pointed to Alexandra in a manner that almost made her flinch. “You have one very good reason to turn your life around, and she’s standing right there.”

“You’re lucky! They don’t care if you slip up or if you fail.” His older brother exasperated.

“You think that’s better? That they have absolutely no expectations for me anymore?”

“I think my mother hates me for what she couldn’t be,” Olivia hid sobs within that sentence that broke her friend’s heart.

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Hero Team Prompt

The Villain of the Hero team has used their High school as a trap. They are looking for one of their teammates when the Villain uses the intercom system to taunt them. Just as they were about to come up with a plan, the intercom comes back on but instead of the Villain, they hear their teammate screaming and crying. It’s broadcasted all over the school in its late hours. Echoing around them as it plays live and then on a loop. All they hear is their beloved teammate crying, screaming and begging for their help.

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Hero x Villain

Villain circles the Hero who is tied up to a post, eyeing them carefully but with an obvious air of confidence aimed to scare the hero. “You told them exactly where to find me-”

“That’s not true!” The Hero desperately cries to the Villain, holding in sobs of fear and regret.

“They circled me, destroyed my home,” The Villain is seething at this point. They stopped circling the Hero and instead, stands in front of them, eyes level with each other. A look of pure hatred sends the Hero into a spiral within their own mind. “You made me think you cared about me!” “I do! I do!” The Hero cries. “I love you,” it comes out as a broken murmur. In an instant, the Villain looms closer in front of the hero’s face. Close enough that the Hero can smell the ashes of the Villain’s home. Close enough that if the Hero were not tied up, one simple lean forward and they could kiss those lips they used to call home. But instead of moving any closer to their lips, the Villain’s mouth sit’s dangerously close to the Hero’s ear and in a soothing but malicious voice, the Villain whispers,

“I don’t believe you.”