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💫Writing Prompt #8

Villain grew up as the youngest child in a corrupt and distant royal family. When they come of age, they murder their siblings and the king to ascend the throne. They���re ruthless and brilliant and catapult their empire into a new age of conquering. Everything is smooth sailing for Villain on their path to world domination until a road block pops up from an unexpected place. A small sea side kingdom, which by all means should not be able to fight back with their vastly inferior resources, is resisting attacks. Time after time Villain’s army is coming back defeated. Excited by the challange, Villain personally goes to investigate. Turns out the little kingdom has an up and coming general who thwarts Villain’s plans in the most creative ways. Hero. Eventually after a fierce battle of wits Villain overthrows the kingdom and takes Hero prisoner. Villain is extremely pleased with their new captive, who they consider as someone on their level and able to hold an educational conversation. Hero however is vastly different than Villain. They grew up surrounding by friends and family and suppport. The blow of loosing their kingdom is too much and they become depressed. Villain finds that it’s not as fun to tease Hero anymore and they can’t explain the weird aching feeling in their chest when they see Hero’s dull gaze as opposed to their usual passionate energy. By the time Villain finally realizes they’ve fallen in love with Hero, it’s too late. They’ve already crossed too many lines and some things can never be taken back. Villain has just found something more valuable then any gold or land and they’re about to loose it. Desperately, they‘re willing to try anything to please Hero. Everything except letting them go.

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Royalty Prompts

It was close, but Royalty won the poll, so here you guys go!

1. A human prince finds himself engaged to the Queen of monsters in order to build an alliance between their two kingdoms and ease tensions between their peoples.

2. Royal is a prisoner of war to the barbarians that sieged and nearly succeeded in taking their kingdom. Luckily, their armies have held them off so far, but Royal isn’t sure how long their people can stand without them. Or—the more they live amongst the barbarians—how much they deserve to keep their homeland based on its history.

3. A royal emissary is traveling on a starship to scout out the kingdom and planet of their Monarch's upcoming marriage alliance. Unbeknownst to them, the nice fellow passenger they've been building a friendship with is the Monarch's future spouse who is traveling home after attempting to learn the customs and culture of the Monarch's home planet. However, it seems there's been a misunderstanding about the emissary's identity: the future spouse believes they're the Monarch in disguise.

4. Overthrowing the kingdom was supposed to be the hard part, but now that the commoner-turned-royal is on the throne, they realize that being ruler is much more complicated, especially when half the kingdom wants them dead, and they don't know who they can trust.

5. The Kingdom's ruler is despised by everyone but their poison taster. Because of this, their food is poisoned almost daily, which is why the taster--secretly a creature who lives off consuming deadly poisons--likes them so much. They are living in the lap of luxury with this job, and all they have to do is keep switching out the bad food with something good.

6. A royal runs away from their kingdom and into the dark woods, inadvertently stepping into a faerie circle. The fae that steals them does not know what they’re getting until it’s too late: an incredibly spoiled, over-demanding, oblivious brat with no self-preservation skills.

7. The crown prince/princess has never felt the danger of living on the outskirts of the dark woods. In fact, they often take rides or trips into its depths and have never seen anything so strange as the rumors say. Unbeknownst to the kingdom, and themselves, the forest is biding it’s time with the future ruler’s ignorance, for they are a changeling switched at birth, and when the current monarch dies, it will finally be the otherwordlies’ turn to reign.

8. A magical assassin is sent to kill the current monarch of a kingdom, but when their window comes, they take pity on them and transform them into an animal instead. Now the assassin is masquerading a very bitter ruler as their familiar while lying to their teammates/bosses about their death. They also sort of wish the spell did not include the telepathic link, because they don’t need to hear the monarch calling them names on top of everything.

9. The second sibling of a royal family is kidnapped by a dragon who is very intent on keeping them. Once they get past the mortal terror of possibly being barbecued or eaten alive, it’s quite nice being treasured.

10. A too soft king/Queen is overthrown by conspirators and sacrificed to the mountain dragon by their superstitious people. The dragon takes the monarch away much to the people’s glee, but instead of killing them, they take them back home to the mountain peak. The dragon is horrified that these humans can keep sacrificing their own, especially their own ruler.

11. A royal guard must flee a recently usurped kingdom with their young royal charge. Their only hope is that one day, when the royal is old enough, they might be able to return to take the kingdom back. In the meantime, they must go into hiding. A chance encounter with a morally gray city thief gets them new identities, a place to stay, and more found family than they bargained for.

12. The crown prince/princess has always had a weak constitution, so they see the royal apothecary daily for tinctures and elixirs. Their childhood apothecary retired a couple years ago, replaced by a younger apothecary they once apprenticed. With their constant contact and the apothecary’s complete understanding of medical problems that others find tiresome, the royal can’t help but grow attached.

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Selkie Whump! (request)

Shapeshifting between seal/human forms:

- Seal skin stolen -> bound to a human until their skin is returned and forced to obey (the human holding their seal skin may be abusive), selkie may be forced to marry the human and live on land, the human whumper cutting away the webbing between the selkie’s fingers/toes (folklore suggests selkies retain this webbing even in their human form!)

- Changed to human form -> suddenly too loud/bright on land, struggling to walk, they can’t find the right food and their previous diet making them sick, treated like a child by kind humans or abused by others, desperately throwing themselves back in the sea and almost drowning/hypothermia

- Forced not to shift -> constantly distracted/tired/miserable while stuck in one form, the fur of a shifter’s animal form becoming matted through lack of care/use, hard to shift after a long period of not shifting, feeling itchy when they’re stuck in one body, unable to digest food and being starved

- Shapeshifting into a seal -> losing their human identity when in seal form, treated like a pet by the whumper, trapped in seal form through magic, hunted by humans who think they’re just a seal

- Shifting itself -> painful process of bones breaking and reforming when they shift, teeth pushing through gums, struggling to change back into a human, disorientation after shifting for the first time

Other selkie whump:

- Emotional whump -> extremely lonely when separated from other selkies, longing for the sea when stuck on land/ longing for a human lover whilst in seal form

- Seal tail tangled in fishing net -> their skin torn/bleeding as they try to get free, panicking, calling for help, other selkies trying to get them free but not fast enough

- Caught and studied -> glass tanks with nowhere to hide, starving selkie trying to eat the plastic vegetation in their tank, being experimented on, selkie getting ill because of scientists’ ignorance of their needs

- Hurt by their own kind -> seal getting taken to dangerous water by their “friends” and then abandoned, refusing to share food, deliberately cut by a whumper to attract sharks

- Getting lost -> seal getting separated from their group, straying into dangerous water and getting thrown against rocks in a storm or trapped in a whirlpool, tangled in seaweed forests and disorientated

- Habitat loss/destruction -> lack of fish to eat/fish poisoned, coral reefs dying, accidentally setting off an old bomb on the seabed and losing their home/being badly burnt, a change in water currents so the water is too cold/warm for their biology

- Boat whump -> a new shipping lane meaning a sudden influx of huge ships polluting the selkie’s water, tail getting cut in boat propeller, the noise of ships becoming overwhelming, bright lights of ships disrupting their hunting/their sleep

NOTE: this was a mixture of shapeshifter + mer!whump + specific selkie whump - if anyone has any ideas to add, go ahead. I hope there’s useful stuff in there for you @halibellecter!! Thanks for the request! :)

(Mythical whump series 07 - continuations on request)

If you’d like a mythical creature done for this, send me an ask!! <3

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Urban Fantasy concept: Minotaur as an emergent phenomenon. Any sufficiently labyrinthine structure, left unattended for long enough, has a chance of generating a minotaur, if the area is properly “primed” by any kind of mass “sacrificial” death; from there the minotaur self-perpetuates by murdering Urbex practitioners, health inspectors, and dumb teens looking for a hangout. 

Premodern Minotaurs were generated at human sacrifice sites and perpetuated themselves due to, you know, already existing at human sacrifice central. Contemporary Minotaurs are generated at the sites of major industrial accidents resulting from negligence, such as the triangle shirtwaist fire, mine collapses, and the Chernobyl meltdown.

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hi um my liege y-you asked me to um. report back to you when the prisoner you sent into the labyrinth had been, um, dealt with by th-the minotaur. well y-your highness t-there seems to be a bit of an, ahem, issue. no, no the prisoner is still in the labyrinth, y-yes the minotaur found them. i-it just ah, um, it appears that the. it appears that the prisoner and the minotaur are, um, they're-

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The princess uses her political power to protect her kingdoms dragon population from knights who are driving dragons closer and closer to extinction by poaching them for their teeth, claws, scales, and the title of dragon slayer.

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When the zombie apocalypse started, you felt only a sense of sour humor. Like on those nights when you wished you could sleep and never wake up, some cosmic entity heard you, and was taking a kind of sick vengeance.

Your friends laughed and stole liquor out of locked cabinets and took shots in the name of doom.

You went home and turned the tv all the way up and locked every single door twice. It wasn’t enough.

Don’t approach someone if they appear sick, they said. Avoid them and dial 911.

After a week they disabled emergency service lines.

Stay indoors. Only go out when necessary. Keep your distance from one another, they said.

Online, people called it a hoax.

But that footage they showed on the news, people emptied out and filled with some creature that knew only hunger, that snarled and lunged for those around them without hesitation…something in you knew without doubt that it wasn’t fake.

The government gave blinding smiles and sent every army they had. They promised everything would be fine.

Nothing would ever be fine again.

Bullets did nothing. No matter how wounded, those humans that were empty and vicious dragged themself with bloody nails after anything that pumped blood. Those soldiers died and came back, killing their friends and family and comrades.

The government stopped going on tv.

With all your precautions, with every warning you gave your friends who didn’t give a shit anymore, who took this as a sign to give up, with every tip you got from the news, it didn’t save you in the end.

Thousands, millions were dying every day and you…

One week after the start zombie apocalypse, you saw a dog. A pitiful, sick dog that whined at you and gave you mournful eyes, and you froze.

And you stopped.

And you knelt down next to it because you with your fear and your kind heart wanted to be a vet.

Because you, with all of your precaution and all of those warnings forgot everything.

A week and a day after the zombie apocalypse started, you lost control of your own body. You were filled with something so hungry every bone in your body ached.

That’s fine, you thought. I’ll die soon anyways. The people on the news said the host always died. That there wasn’t anything left inside.

Two weeks after the zombie apocalypse starts you realize that the people on the news were wrong.

You start screaming. No one bothers to try and save you.

The creature inside of you has been dragging you across this wretched planet for a month, and you crave death with the same fervor that it craves flesh. The news people, your neighbors, your family, they flee from you.

They cannot hear you begging for them to burn every scrap of you alive.

You wish they would.

Two months after the start of the zombie apocalypse the creature inside of you has run out of things to eat. You are starving. Everything hurts. Your heart is giving out.

At some point, the creature inside you starts to consume your body.

You should be dead by now

It won’t let you die

It eats your vocal cords. Rips them apart with your fingers, tears out your tongue. Peels off your flesh.

The pain consumes every thought until your nerves fry.

You count it as a blessing.

You lose your eyes, your fingers, every piece of you soon after.

You cannot bring yourself to care.

A year after the zombie apocalypse starts, your body gives out. You lie on something that feels like asphalt. The remains of your muscles and tendons and joints and bones twitch as the creature pulls once, twice, again, but you do not move.

You feel it then, as it leaves you lying there. The utter cruelty of it as it leaves you lying on the ground, when it has been the only thing keeping you alive for eleven months.

You have been dying for over a year. You have been dead in your mind for far longer.

You regret every thought you ever had about the zombie apocalypse, about the notion of quick death and reanimation.

You regret the things you didn’t do. The things you did. You can feel your heart, finally, give out.

You wish you could see the sky one more time as you slip into the dark.

But you haven’t had your eyes for a long, long while.

And with one last breath, you die alone on an empty street, with only the uncaring creature that stripped you for parts and murdered you slowly to watch you go.

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I'm so fucking cooked. I'm currently studying to get an associates degree in natural sciences. I'm on my second year and I'm planning to finish my degree this year bc I already switched my degree once and it turned a 2 year collage into a 3 year collage. BUT now that Trump has won I don't know what I can do with my associates degree. He will end all goverment regulations, policies and agencies that have to do with the enviroment or biology. Without regulations private companies won't have any reason to hire someone with a natural sciences degree. I don't know if I can get a bachelor's degree or even a different associate's degree since trump will definitely be cutting student aid. I'm 20 and still live with my parents now I don't know if i'll ever be able to afford to move out. That's not even getting into the fact I'm a queer neurodivergent woman with multiple physical disabilities.

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Why the fuck did my professor have an exam on election week. I also have a shit ton of homework to turn in on exam day. At least my brain won't be able to fully process Trump winning for about two days.

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The villain successfully corrupts the hero to their side and regrets it. Maybe the hero is releasing their repressed anger and they are far more brutal, sadistic and violent then the villain anticipated. The villain has to witness their new "partner" commit atrocities they wouldn't dream of. The line of who's the true leader of evil organization eventually gets very very blurred.

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If your voter registration gets purged for being a democrat reregister as no party preference or independent. Make sure you can vote in this election especially if you live in a swing state or red state.

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Dr Doolittle-style show about a detective who can talk to animals, except instead of talking like people the animals still talk like animals, just translated into English sentences, so the plot of most episodes centres around trying to figure out what the star witness testimony actually means.

Victim's murder was witnessed by her pet snake, whose tank was in the room. Unfortunately pet snake is incapable of describing the world around them except in terms of 'rocks' and 'meat', with their descriptions of individual forms of 'meat' focusing almost entirely on body temperature and smell.

(Solved when it turns out that their description of 'warm-cold meat with rock' was actually an attempt to describe a suspect with a prosthetic limb, which is pretty unnoticeable to a human, but looks dramatically different in infrared.)

Murder at a honey farm. Each witness managed to see about ~0.06% of the full crime, in order to get the full picture, you have to get them to swarm.

Victim was found several days after death, already crawling with maggots. Days into the investigation, protag begins a frantic search to find any surviving maggots/flies that were on the corpse, after realising that how the victim tasted would give vital information about the poison used.

Also there's at least one or two animals who actually do talk in full sentences and in terms humans can understand, and the reason behind this is never fully explained.

All cats in this universe talk in terms of 'mine/not-mine' and mainly focus on territory, mates and food, with the one exception of the main character's cat who is named Watson and knows how to use sarcasm.

All insects speak in one word sentences where everything is 'food', 'enemy' or (for hive insects) 'friend' and 'queen', with the exception of seven-spotted ladybirds specifically, who for some reason speak in full English sentences and are up to date and knowledgeable about world events. The protagonists is as concerned by the full implications of this as you are.

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Gothic Lit Villain Swap

Dorian Gray wants to buy more real estate in London and holds his solicitor Jonathan Harker prisoner because he is fully corrupted by the painting and rich enough to get away with it. Then Lucy a fellow peer's sickly fiancee catches his eye.

Victor Frankenstein discovers a more sorcerous way to raise the dead and his first test subject is a recently deceased Transylvanian count

Dr jekyll makes a potion that turns him into a 8ft tall undead creature that haunts the night but heals him back to living in the day. Until the creature develops feelings of its own and is very angry about being put away during the daytime.

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A villain so powerful and brutal they drive the hero into villainy out of sheer desperation. A hero who's plans to stop the villain once and for all start resembling and then surpassing the villain's plans. A hero who dosen't want to hurt anyone except for the villain but who starts to justify more and more collateral damage as the years drag on.

For example, after years of the villain committing to many war crimes to count the hero is legitimately considering just nuking the Villains's capital city to get it over with. They can even justify it to themselves after all a lot of the capital cities population are the villain's rich supporters and henchmen (but far more are starving in the slums). Maybe the villain even finds out about this plan and is horrifed, They may be evil but even they are not foolish enough to resort to nukes.

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Prompt 28

 Alright this might be a little rambly but bear with me lol

 An Au where the Batfam and rogues become intrinsically entwined with Gotham itself, almost akin to manifestations, like its own twisted pantheon of sorts. Hence why after a while, they can’t die, or at least not permanently. 

 It doesn’t matter how damaged their body becomes, if they’re beaten black and blue, torn apart, or turn to ash in a shower of flames. Gotham won’t let them go, not now, not when they’re a part of it now. A part of its legends and mythos. They are Gotham’s as much as Gotham is theirs. 

 Some resist, leaving, but they’ll always be drawn back. Gotham has marked them, the people have invoked their names for protection or damnation akin to the gods of old. 

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Whumpee in an enemy hospital. Forced into medical treatment after being captured.

Always restrained to their bed, always under supervision by someone—a nurse, a guard, a doctor. All part of the enemy forces, all regarding them with a detached coldness.

They don’t know where they’ll be taken after they’re healed, they’re afraid to ask. Maybe, if you’re into it, Whumpee fights like hell for the first few days because they were still captured and finally stop after days of drug induced sleep. Hoping for rescue, because there’s absolutely no chance at escape with their current condition.

They try to plead with doctors, asking for any small mercy—to let them go, to take the restraints off, anything!—but to no avail.

Just…captured in an enemy hospital.