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maybe writing not for a lil while, just got bits going on! but i will be mobile lurking and dabbling where i can for the next week or so <3

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148 Horror Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 148 for a horror prompt that I’ll use to either write a drabble or starter. Send 💀  for a random number instead. ‘Read-more’ added for length. WARNING: contains potentially triggering material. Always make sure your roleplay partner is comfortable with these themes! (SOURCE)

001. — “the nightmare box” 002. — abandoned asylum 003. — abandoned city 004. — abandoned hospital 005. — abandoned house 006. — aliens 007. — apocalypse 008. — attack of the giant [_____] 009. — axe / chainsaw murder 010. — body horror 011. — brainwashing 012. — bride / groom is a monster 013. — buried alive 014. — can’t get out of the building 015. — can’t get out of the city 016. — cannibals 017. — Cassandra Curse 018. — cemetery 019. — changelings 020. — chest burster 021. — chimeras 022. — classic ghost stories 023. — corporeal ghosts 024. — crashed spaceship 025. — cults 026. — dark magic 027. — dead the entire time 028. — deadly cute thing (bunny, stuffed toy, killer tomato, etc.) 029. — deal with the devil 030. — demons 031. — doomsday device 032. — dream or reality? 033. — driven mad by guilt 034. — dystopian future 035. — everyone is affected but you 036. — evil artifact 037. — evil asylum 038. — evil body part 039. — evil doll 040. — evil fog / mist

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laxasia my beloved i love u but it's ur time to Go

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alec lightwood in every episode — raising hell

❝ interesting? valentine's alive and actively seeking the cup. he threatens our entire world and we're helping his daughter who, by the way, we have no reason to trust and who showed up out of nowhere. on top of that, we're gonna end up overpaying some warlock who may or may not have information we need, so no izzy, i don't- i don't find it interesting. ❞

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❛ jace outshines everyone within a twenty foot radius, and you know it. ❜ their sibling squabbles are much preferable to rivalry, for alec has accepted he will lose. definitely in the appearance department, perhaps not so much in the archery or snarky comments fields. still, he fusses quietly with his hair, eyes diverting from the direct approach of his sister. not quite uncomfortable with her insistence but certainly willing to firmly shut it down. maybe it's her eventual acceptance of such rejection ( even if she will try again later ) that keeps her a far cry from maryse's overbearing parenthood. izzy knows more about alec than their mother could dream, maybe even more than he realises himself. to know oneself is a path lesser trodden, and the eldest is just taking his first steps. ❛ no amount of gel or spray or— whatever else you've got in store is going to change that. ❜

izzy's just as quick to bat his hands away from her own, letting out an annoyed snort as she does. ❛ oh come on, would you just sit still for a second? you look like a mess. ❜ it's a losing battle, one she fights with him constantly, but still she doesn't bother to give up. maybe it's a certain madness, to continuously fight him on something that is so repetative, but she doesn't hold herself back from it regardless. after all, perhaps unfortunately, isabelle is nothing if not her mother's daughter.

❛ it's called having pride in one's appearance. i know the concept is a bit new to you, but it wouldn't hurt to put some effort in. ❜ a playful tsk drops from her lips, smirk painted on her face. ❛ don't want jace to outshine you, do you? ❜

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just a couple of my muses.... in stardew valley style as a little Treat ,

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Personne n'échappe à mon regard.

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THE DRAGON'S HOARDE. ACCEPTING. " please, don't let them know i'm here. "

@rab2bit.

the sniper surveys the scene with her visor's aid, remnants of mekas strung like scrap metal amidst the rubble. this is not all the work of talon, for the signature stamp of the gwishin omnics is pressed into every corner of this land. fear strikes the citizens into a panic, their cries faintly heard in the distance as they flee. yet her infra - sight picks up a heat signature all the same, leaving her to wonder — is this straggler brave, stupid, or simply too injured to move ? leaving no stone unturned, she finds the girl and heeds her plea. widowmaker is one of few words, not immediate to respond as she gleans what information she can from the sight. suited, meka logo faded and torn but nonetheless present on her thigh. for a brief moment, her mouth upturns subtly : that colour is absolutely garish. but more serious matters than fashion prevail, seeking her visor's database for guidance as the mission objective rings clear in her mind.

CONFIDENTIAL | TALON OPERATIVE EYES ONLY LOCATION : SOUTH KOREA OBJECTIVE : ELIMINATE ███████, A HIGH-PROFILE INDIVIDUAL SUSPECTED OF ORCHESTRATING █████ █████████. COLLATERAL DAMAGE IS OF NO CONCERN BUT MAINTAIN ABSOLUTE DISCRETION. SECONDARY OBJECTIVES : (1) RETRIEVE ANY CRITICAL INTEL FROM TARGET [HARD DRIVE, DOCUMENTS, ETC.] (2) NEUTRALISE ANY SIGNIFICANT SECURITY THREATS DIRECTLY HINDERING THE MISSION. (3) LEAVE NO TRACES THAT LINKS THE MISSION TO TALON.

she pauses for a moment here to once again assess the girl, not necessarily deeming her a threat now that the mission objective has been reached. nor is the assassin directly linked to talon from visuals alone, perhaps aiding the notion that she is affiliated to the gwishin omnics themselves. her revision continues. there may be use of this yet.

ENVIRONMENT : HEAVILY GUARDED SKYSCRAPER. EXPECT A MIX OF HIGH-TECH SURVEILLANCE AND PHYSICAL SECURITY PATROLS. POTENTIAL MEKA AND/OR GWISHIN INTERFERENCE TO BE EXPECTED. OPERATIONAL RULES: (1) DO NOT ENGAGE NON-COMBATANTS. (2) IF CAPTURED, DESTROY ALL MISSION-SENSITIVE EQUIPMENT AND PERSONNEL IMMEDIATELY. SELF-DESTRUCTION SHOULD NOT BE RULED OUT.

a brief intermission to herself, permitting a laugh. self - destruction, as if she were not a person but an object. perhaps there is truth to such an implication. she has read enough. determining the girl as a non-combatant, engagement is not an option. walking away without a word, she asserts that if the omnics want the meka pilot badly enough, she will be found regardless of her involvement or lack thereof. lacroix may not know her name but she predicts this will be the first and last time she encounters hana song. she could not have been more wrong.

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overwatch meme: [½] offence heroes → genji

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BONES AND ALL PROMPTS. ACCEPTING. " i didn't mean to scare you. "

@mawgores. genji shimada & angela ziegler.

he has not left the practice range. solemnly sworn to his duty, the bots are being knocked out faster than they can spawn in, flashes of neon green slicing through metal bodies in a silent display of newfound self - hatred. if anyone were to ask he would argue his need for reflex training, testing out the newly installed hardware, a pitifully artificial replacement for muscle and sinew. what is left of his body aches brutally, and what is gone hurts more. phantom limb syndrome across half of his body is a burdensome cross to bear, but the silence is worse. so he practices. the footsteps echo through his visor after what could have been minutes, hours, or even days of such duress and instinctively the shuriken in his knuckles extend an inch, ready for a fight. they are quick to retract however at dr. ziegler's word ( his not quite guardian angel, for had she saved him or simply preserved a soul that no longer wished to live ? ) and his instep turns to regard her. he imagines this is a routine call, not out of personal concern but rather a professional need to observe and maintain her patient / project. he's yet to decide which word suits best.

❛ i did not think this a place you would frequent, dr. ziegler. ❜ his sentence clipped, jaw ticking under the safety of his helmet. he needn't wear it on overwatch terrain, but does so regardless for a sense of privacy. it is so scarcely gleaned, he'll take what he can get. her claimed intentions however are left uncommented on.

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feelin like plotting some old flame ships yaknow, reunited 5-10 years later with tension and history and remembering who you once were vs. learning this new changed version of one another

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I can’t trust anybody again. Everybody pretends to care until they don’t.

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ASSORTED DIALOGUE PROMPTS. ACCEPTING. ❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

@riprachel.

the smile that comes ( of its own volition, as if she were possessed by a demon of . . . what, happiness ? ) softens her features immeasurably. chloe price is all hard edges, sandpaper and scorn, until she is bestowed a crumb of appreciation. those are few and far between since david step - dick - for brains decided to move in. she recovers well though, or so she thinks, enacting a double finger - gun worthy of secondhand embarrassment.

❛ that's what i'm here for ! moral support wherever it's needed. in the mosh pit or the safety of your own home, c's your guy. or gal. ❜ she claims the nickname with ease, feels connected by proxy with it. momentarily her mind drifts to slogans : if the price is right, get it ? but the thought is soon discarded lest she be deemed corny by the girl she is so often trying to impress. she can hardly help it, for there is such an air of coolness about rachel amber that she desperately wishes she could emulate. some might think she does so successfully, all blue hair and bad decisions, but deep down at her core there is a tremulous fear of being abandoned. instead of wallowing, she directs her genuity towards her friend clearly in need.

❛ but seriously. it'll be fine, alright ? and worst comes to worst — you've always got me. forever ever. ❜

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McCall Pack Favorite Outfits ⤷ Malia (requested by anonymous)

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THE DRAGON'S HOARDE. ACCEPTING. "the key to survival is knowing when to fight and when to flee."

@feylived. malia tate & scott mccall.

even with the deliverance that is scott's placid nature, it is hard for malia to not feel like she's being scolded, told off. after all, it is clear to see — the elephant in the room, if you will — that it was her actions that were the pack's undoing tonight. one misstepped foot leading to an unravelling of a meticulously crafted out plan, thankfully recovered but potentially risking them all. the guilt eats away at her like a second maw, teeth stringed with the tendon and bone of her friends. it is evident too, not one to hide her emotions, for her chin juts firmly downward, eyes hesitant in meeting their alpha's gaze. still, she struggles to find her place in the world. too feral to be considered human, too primitive to truly be a were - being. the thought arises that, perhaps, she was simply meant to live the rest of her days out as coyote, the top of the food chain and solitary in her own life endangerment. here, she feels dangerous, a time bomb ticking. scott must sense it too.

her silence ought not to be mistaken for petulance, although the stubborn tension in her jaw might allude to such. instead, she is wrought with a sorrow so all - encompassing she struggles for words. when she does speak, her voice comes out hoarse, like a throat parched. the desert wolf's daughter, after all.

❛ i don't know what got into me. i panicked. ❜ for that is what her rage amounts to, after all. a scared animal, fear lashing out with claw and bite.

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nocontextfaithlehane

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pointed gaze is ignored with little more than a shrug of the shoulders, happy to take a swig of her own bottle as lexa delves ( even if only mildly ) into the backstory of this long gone counterpart. to her, shower whiskey is whiskey just as is bar whiskey, kitchen counter whiskey, ( stationary ) car whiskey. way faith sees it, if you can have sex there, you can probably drink whiskey there too. buffy's nose would wrinkle at the very smell of it, let alone the concept of having it in a place of hygiene. the two slayers are worlds apart. still, she listens with a ravenous attention, studying the minuscule motes of expression as lexa recounts the tale. she wouldn't could herself an empath, but finds herself most at peace in recalling these facts about people. glances betraying words they would never say out loud.

and the hook and bait is reeled back, not quite surprising but certainly disappointing. faith can respect boundaries though, believe it or not, and is happy to dismiss the rest until they become . . . what was it she said ? level five friends ? weird. she casts aside the bottle at the sink, to be revisited at a later time.

❛ well, you know what they say . . . necromancers are just like herpes. ❜ pause for punchline is permitted for her to slither tank top once more off her frame, somehow uncharacteristically dainty in stepping out of her underwear. ❛ they always come back. ❜ ever the fool and entertainer as she clambers in to join the other, the stream of water not quite made for two people. faith is not discouraged by this however, only taking it as a point for proximity and scooting in close. a chaste moan leaves her form when the water touches her, relishing its warmth on aching muscles. ❛ you can't tell me there's much more in this world as heavenly as a warm shower. ❜ truth be told, the feeling is erotic enough on her own, let alone being shared with another.

" all my womanly needs? " lexa echoes, brow raised. " every single one? " some might be put off by faith's sarcasm and candid speech, but lexa finds it amusing - which is why she has to engage. she enjoys a good banter, and luckily faith seems more than happy to OBLIGE. lexa's always had a weak spot for mean girls. though, more often than not the meanness is just a facade used to shield from danger, heart break or worse.

" is that what i think it is? " sharp eyes catch the glass before it's removed from its place among the other's shampoo and conditioner. really, she doesn't have to ask - lexa can recognize a bottle of tullamore dew ( and most whisky anyway ) simply by the label, she just can't help teasing the slayer. " are you going to finish that? " she's mostly looking for a reaction, but will one-hundred percent follow through if faith wants to call her bluff. " it's just...i've never had shower whisky before. " a part of her is a little mad she hadn't come up with it herself, because the idea is kind of GENIUS. shower beer is great, a classic, even, but in their line of work something more potent is preferable.

" oh, " lexa responds, pulling the hoodie over her head. " i didn't think we were level-four friends yet. " to be honest, the hunter isn't exactly sure what level they are. if that's even a unit of measurement for their...situationship? friends with benefits? lexa gathers herself, focuses on the question, and heaves a dramatic sigh. " what can i say? she was really into necromancy, which is a difficult hobby to be supportive of while going through law school. " that was certainly an interesting chapter in her life. maybe one day she'd finish her degree, but a piece of paper wasn't going to keep the worlds of the living and the dead from clashing.

she discards the remaining clothing, leaving her with only a smirk and a mischievous glint in emerald eyes. " you're not getting everything that easily - " implying that, to get the rest of the lore, the other would have to join her on the other side of the curtain, or, at the very least, offer up some juicy secret of her own. faith is proud and stubborn, not too unlike herself. and if the slayer shares any more similarities with her, lexa knows there's a good chance the other might cave. to which, only time would tell. for now, she focuses on the soothing water running down her body and how she wants to melt into the stream raining down from the shower head above.