#fantasy prompts

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

responses to "you're the lost heir"

"THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS."

"the what now."

"i cannot spell that let alone pronounce that there are too many vowels."

"now really isn't the time to drop new dramatic family lore can we save it for our monday gossip session?"

"no."

^"what...what do you mean no?"

^"i mean no. i'm not doing that. nah-uh. no way."

^"but...but -- "

^"no."

"...do i get a castle?"

^"you'll have a bunch of duties and responsibilities and -- "

^"yeah, yeah, but the castle?"

^*sigh* "yes. yes, you get a castle."

"and you're telling me this AFTER i killed the king?"

"this would have been helpful a few years ago when i was stuck in line for hours trying to buy concert tickets. thanks for nothing."

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"That's a... baby orc. Wow. You usually have to be an orc, or orckin, to see a baby one. They're very protective of their kids."

"What's it doing here all alone, then?"

[the-cypress-grove]

Prompt: 220

"You've been stabbed, you're going to medical!"

"It's fine. I've been stabbed loads of times. I know what a serious stab wound feels like, this is more of a scratch."

"..."

"Ah."

"You've been stabbed 'loads of times.' "

"That sounded more reassuring in my head."

"You're going to medical."

[me-writes-prompts]

How about a stoic soldier A who hides their injuries from B, worried that B will think they are weak? Please and thank you.

Yesss, love this trope.

By @me-writes-prompts

"You don't need to hide that you're hurt, you know?"

"You think I'm weak." "No, I don't. Those injuries are proof that you've fought hard, and for us. I would never think that."

"You're the strongest person I've ever known."

"Please, let me treat those wounds."

"Do you think I'm weak for having scars?" "Never. That's ridiculous. I think your scars make you who you are. And you're beautiful, with or without them."

"I can do it myself." "I want to help." "But-" "Let. Me. Help."

[lyralit]

for your prompt request (don’t feel like you have to do these this is just to help inspire you!)

candlelight | reflection | shivering | camping | detective | bandages | elevator | melted ice cream | library

modern fantasy prompts (here's what I came up with)

a tiny apartment with perfectly fine wiring but lit with candles -- from the street, the windows glow pink

an elf detective who chases down human violators with his talking star sidekick

a magick-run hospital in the heart of the city

faerie children dragging their feet through snow, frozen ice-cream cones in their hands, wings trailing behind them

a hotel run by a family of dwarves; the rooms are always well-tended, a library that seems to run on forever, with mossy carpets and winking faerie lights, breakfast stews and buttery ales

an orphanage for abandoned halflings

a school filled with giants taking up four or five seats in the classroom, a troll basketball team, elven professors with exasperated frowns, and tiny human children who take everything in with wide eyes

watching a fantastical creature heal themself -- the bandages keep peeling off, and Vaseline seems to sink into their skin, but the deep wound is barely a scratch hours later

a talking bear who runs the local wishing well

a grim kitsune detective and their bubbly child who runs their family sweet shoppe

dragon-heated public swimming pools

when the faeries miss the winter, they'll sprinkle faerie dust over the city in the middle of the summertime: tourists often wonder why the streets are so glittery and why flakes fall from the sky when it's so hot

your professor looks barely older than thirty, and yet he's been teaching for decades; and you're certain you've seen his pen write by itself before

[specshroom]

I imagine elves would think that humans are pretty masculine no matter their gender like the way we think elves look feminine and dainty no matter their gender.

So imagine an elf guy who assumes that humans like to be told how big and strong they are just cus they're usually more muscular than elves. He ends up flirting with a pretty feminine looking woman the same way you would a masculine man like,

"Oh wow~ Your so stroong~ "

He touches her arm, which is not at all muscular by human standards,

"Do you work out?"

And the woman's just like “...😐 Are u making fun of me?“

And the poor elf guy is trying to figure out where he went wrong 😭😭 He just thought all humans liked being complemented on their comparatively more masculine body types.😭

[thecalloffantasy]

The aliens discover "Dad jokes."

Your human commander tells one terrible pun. Now the entire crew of hardened, war-born aliens are addicted to wordplay. The warship is renamed “Pun-isher.” Morale is high. Sanity is low.

[unboundprompts]

Hello! I've been struggling with how to depict and voice an eldritch horror entity. They are far removed from this universe, so I'm at a loss at how they would speak and act when interacting with a host/human. Can you help me and/or give me examples of what that might look like?

How to Give an Eldritch Horror Entity a Voice

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Emotionless Curiosity or Cruel Fascination

The entity may observe humans like a scientist would observe test subjects. It is not inherently evil, just so far removed that it doesn't comprehend pain or morality.

Example: "You break so easily. Such a soft mind, blistering with thoughts. Why do you weep?"

Example: "Fear. I recognize the shape of it now. Like heat in the bones."

Predator and Prey

The entity is aware of its power but it enjoys the chase. It is patient, and speaks low and slow to stretch out the dread.

Example: "I can hear your pulse like music. Louder now. Louder still."

Childlike and Curious

The entity is innocent and sounds sweet and playful, but does not understand the reality of what it is doing.

Example: "You're leaking! Why do you leak like that? Should I put it back in?"

Timeless Watcher

The entity speaks as if it has witnessed countless lives, deaths, and civilization. Everything the human feels is insignificant.

Example: "You are not the first to beg. The first was a king with gold in his mouth."

Curious but Growing Self Awareness

The entity is just beginning to understand language, humans, and itself.

Example: "Pain. You... do not like it."

Example: "Lonely. That is the word. I have never been lonely before you."

Foreign Language

The entity can't (or won't) use grammar like a human. It might communicate in fractured bursts, in symbols, in numbers, etc.

Example: "Lightlightdarkfolding--fold--fold--fleshwrongYES."

Example: "WE--I--MANY come through the not-between. Hello. Hello. Nothello."

Nonverbal Communication

The entity doesn't speak in the traditional sense. It communicates via dreams, hallucinations, physical sensations, etc. Words might appear as taste, as pain, or involuntary thoughts in the character's mind.

Example: She smelled salt and rotting roses. Then the message came: "Let me in."

Example: He tasted metal and heard weeping in the back of his mind.

[scealaiscoite]

fantasy setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱

¹⁾ a darkened apothecary illuminated only by the light somehow being emitted by the many bottles and jars lining the walls

²⁾ the banquet hall of a nobleman’s sprawling estate, in the throes of a lavish ball attended by everyone in the townland

³⁾ at a healer’s cabin in the dead of night, overwhelmed by adrenaline and the scent of countless tinctures and remedies as they’re applied

⁴⁾ the last imperial guardpost before crossing into enemy lands

⁵⁾ a run-down inn in the middle of nowhere, half reclaimed by the woodlands around it

⁶⁾ a lake set deep into the mountains with something sinister lurking beneath the surface

⁷⁾ the first port in a new land after weeks at sea trying to get there

⁸⁾ the highest turret in the royal family’s castle on a wintery morning

⁹⁾ the war council’s planning room, the morning after a bloody defeat

¹⁰⁾ an alchemist’s workshop

¹¹⁾ the stables just before daybreak

¹²⁾ the impromptu camp that the leader of the journey had to be begged into allowing after everyone else grew exhausted from being on the road all day

¹³⁾ the army barracks before a battle

¹⁴⁾ the last altar of a dying god’s religion

¹⁵⁾ the empress’s chambers, trussed up in nothing more than silken bedsheets and the morning sunshine

¹⁶⁾ the bedside of an old mentor, right before the end

¹⁷⁾ on the wrong end of a traitor’s sword

¹⁸⁾ a beast’s underground lair, alone and unarmed

¹⁹⁾ the thick of the enemy’s encampment, shackled and unrepentant

²⁰⁾ the mage’s quarters, having seen something there’s no worldly explanation for

²¹⁾ the armoury in the late hours of the night, stinking of polish and tears

²²⁾ in the throne room of the imperial citadel with an ulterior motive

²³⁾ by the scholar’s side in the library, eager for a little more than knowledge

²⁴⁾ an alehouse in the dead countryside, hoping not to be found

²⁵⁾ the executioner’s platform seeking for just one face in the crowd

[luna-azzurra]

Pirate (m) x Royal (f) prompts/dialogue?

Dialogue Prompts—

❖ Tethered by Circumstance

Royal: “You really expect me to dine with a pirate?” Pirate: “Call it dinner. Call it a truce. Call it your only chance to stay alive until morning.” Royal: “I’d rather starve.” Pirate: [leans in] “Then starve beside me, Princess. I’m not hungry either.”

❖ Threats That Aren’t Quite Lies

Pirate: “Don’t look at me like that unless you want to be kissed or killed.” Royal: “And which would you choose?” Pirate: “…That depends. Would you kiss me back?”

❖ High Stakes, Low Voice

Royal: “You’re enjoying this. Me, helpless.” Pirate: “No. I’m enjoying you trying to pretend you’re helpless. There’s a difference.” Royal: “You think you know me?” Pirate: “No. But I’d burn a fleet to find out.”

❖ Bitter Truce

Royal: “If you touch me again, I swear—” Pirate: “You’ll what? Call your guards? You’re on my ship now. My rules. My ropes. My mercy.” Royal: “Then I hope your mercy is short-lived.” Pirate: “Darling, it always is.”

❖ The Betrayal (That Wasn’t)

Pirate: “You think I don’t know you were sent to kill me?” Royal: “If I was, you'd be dead.” Pirate: “Then either you’ve grown soft... or you’ve grown fond.” Royal: “I haven’t decided which is worse.”

Scene Prompts—

❖ Forced Proximity, But Make It Life-Or-Death

They’re caught in a cave during a rising tide. He lifts her onto a ledge, their bodies pressed close as water floods below. She’s shivering, angry, panicked. He says nothing for a long moment—then quietly presses his forehead to hers and mutters, “If we die here, at least I’ll die remembering you finally shut up.” Later, when they survive, she pretends not to remember he held her hand the whole time.

❖ The Dance at the Enemy's Masquerade

They reunite in disguise. She’s undercover at a noble’s ball, and he’s infiltrated the same event—masked, suited, dangerous. He pulls her into a dance to keep her from being spotted. They’re inches apart. Neither speaks of the past. But every step is a memory. Every glance, a scar. When the music ends, he whispers against her ear: “Next time, Princess, don’t leave your dagger where I can find it.” She reaches for it—gone. Her thigh holster’s empty.

❖ Enemies by Blood, Allies by Fire

When her kingdom is attacked by traitors from within, he shows up to save her—not out of nobility, but because no one gets to kill her but him. He fights by her side in the burning palace, sword flashing like a storm. She spits blood, cornered. He appears behind her: “I told you not to die. I meant it.” Later, she finds his hands trembling from wounds—but he won’t let her see.

❖ Tenderness in the Shadows

She stitches a wound on his shoulder after a failed raid. He won’t meet her eyes, for once not smirking or teasing—just quiet. Exposed. Human. Royal: “You’re not what I expected.” Pirate: “Neither are you. Guess we’re both disappointments.” Pause. Royal: “Not to me.”

❖ Final Battle? Final Confession.

He’s ready to be executed. Shackled, bloody, bruised. She walks in. Crown on her head. Voice like steel. But her hands tremble. Royal: “Give me one reason not to sign your death warrant.” Pirate: “Because you still look at me like I’m not a monster. And that might be the only truth I have left.” She doesn’t sign it. But she doesn’t unshackle him either.

Bonus Little One-Liner Feels

“You hate me, Princess, but you never run.”

“We’re not enemies, love. We’re just a story no one dares to tell.”

“You can’t keep looking at me like I’m worth saving. I’m not.”

“You smell like fire and silk. I should have known you’d ruin me.”

“You keep trying to win. But I never asked you to fight me.”

“I don’t want your kingdom. Just you. Damn your crown.”

[theladyheroine]

ROTG OC Ideas! 💡❄️

❥ Hello everyone! 👋🏽 I know I already posted the other day but I came up with this quick one for fun lol, enjoy!

New Year’s Eve/Day - Global

Lady Justice - Global

The Bluebird of Happiness - Global

Diwali - India

Holi - India

Lunar New Year - China

Mid-Autumn Festival - China

The Monkey King - China

Jade Rabbit - China

La Calavera Catrina - Mexico

The White Knight - England

The Rose Queen - Britain

Lady of the Lake - Britain

Old Man Winter - Greece

Nymphs - Greece (Universal)

The Mermaid King - Denmark (Universal)

The Snow Queen - Denmark

La Befana - Italy

The Brave Little Tailor - Germany

Lady Columbia - America

The Coyote - America (Native American)

The Rainbow Crow - America (Native American | Lenape)

The Golden Mermaid - Thailand

Momotaro - Japan

Moon Rabbit - Japan

[writing-for-whoever-listens]

Random Prompts 24

"Well I'm not waiting for Fate to change her mind. She's a stubborn bitch."

"Why do I have to wait for the tables to turn? Can I not just jump across the table and attack you?"

"Patience is a virtue, you know." "Right, and didn't the virtues succumb to sin anyway? I'm just skipping steps."

"How did you get here so fast?" "Shortcut." "You were three days of travel away and you got here in an hour." "Shortcut."

"I would walk through Hell for you." "That's a nice sentiment but please don't."

"Do not make me turn this river around!"

"The amount of people who have said moving mountains is metaphorical until I actually move them is ridiculously high."

"We survived something insane! We should be thanking the gods!" "Uh, you do that. I'll go back to flipping them all off for getting us in that situation in the first place."

"What is in your hand?" "Rock." "Where did you find a rock?" "The ground."

"You can't keep the magic fish, we have to put it back." "But it likes me!"

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"You're not upset that our alternate universe selves aren't together?"

"I don't know. Being together in every universe would make it seem... inevitable. I like that I chose you. I like that this version of you chose this version of me. Does that make sense?"

[the-cypress-grove]

Insults (Fantasy Edition)

They're as useful as a wet blanket in the middle of winter

I could talk to my horse and have a better conversation

She did love her family, but she'd rather have an ocean between her and them.

He was the kind of man to stumble across rational thought quite by accident and dismiss it as absurd

'Quite frankly, I'd rather eat Hemlock.'

I know the gods do not exist, because if they did, they would've struck you down by now.

Well, you're clearly got some troll ancestry.

That's probably the wisest thing you've ever said and yet still you are wrong.

Do you just sit there all day and hope some sort of sentient through floats in your direction

She was tolerable. From a distance.

They were often wrong but never in doubt.

[bookished]

( a collection of ROMANTASY drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.

"I could face a thousand monsters and never flinch, but one look from you and I fall apart."

"You're the reason I stayed human this long. Do you even know that?"

"They say love is a weakness, but you make me wish I'd fallen sooner."

"Every spell I’ve cast, every curse I’ve broken—it was always to get closer to you."

"You’re the only thing in this realm that makes me believe in fate."

"If the court knew what I feel for you, they'd have my head… but I’d still say your name with my last breath."

"We’re enemies. I know. I know. But damn it—I think I’d burn down my kingdom for you."

"The prophecy said I’d betray someone I love… and I’ve been terrified ever since I met you."

"I swore an oath to protect the crown. I didn’t expect the crown to have your eyes."

"Touch me like that again, and I might forget we’re not supposed to be doing this."

"You're more intoxicating than any fae wine, and twice as dangerous."

"I tried to dream you away, but the stars kept whispering your name."

"Do you know what happens when a phoenix falls in love? We burn. And I’m already burning."

"I’ve kissed gods and danced with shadows, but none of them ever made me feel like this."

"Your magic feels like home… and I haven't had one in centuries."

"You’ll forget this by morning. But I’ll remember every word I didn’t say."

"You said you'd never fall in love with a mortal… but what if I already did with you?"

"This isn't just wine talking. It's every silent night I wished I was brave enough to tell you."

"If we weren’t cursed, if we weren’t doomed—would you have loved me back?"

"When I’m sober, I’ll pretend this didn’t happen. But tonight? I just needed to say it out loud."

[specshroom]

A Mischievous Fairy

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When a humble farmer decided to live on the outskirts of town right next to the forest he did not expect to make friends with a small temperamental creature from the forest.

It was a pretty good deal you had going on, you help his plants grow with fairy magic and he gives you a safe warm place to sleep and home cooked meals. Most days are spent with you doing your best to annoy the poor farmer as he tries to remind himself that you're the reason his produce sells for such high prices.

You fly around his head making little jingle noises and he tries to ignore you and go on with his work. You steal little things like spoons, screwdrivers, pencils and put them in places he can't reach like on top of the cabinets and shelves. When you get mad at him you grow weeds in his crops until he apologizes or gives you a gift to your liking. Despite this the farmer has grown to truly enjoy your company...for the most part.

His loneliness is getting to him and he's tried to have company over but it's kind of hard to explain to guests why there's a little, scantily clad fairy staring daggers at them the whole time. It definitely ruins the mood as he tries to convince them you won't bite (you will and you have).

One day the farmer comes home from town looking more excited than usual. You plop yourself on his head as he walks around his little cottage.

As he sorts through all the items he bought you get impatient and decide he's not paying enough attention to you. You fly right in front of his face and pose for him, showing off the new outfit you made out of flower petals in his garden.

"Not right now, Tiny."

The farmer rolls his eyes and gently shoos you away with his hand, focusing back onto his apparently very interesting haul from the market. The very rude gesture gets you all fired up and you're in his face again this time with your hands on your hips and an angry expression. The farmer sighs and gently cradles your tiny body in his hands.

"Look, I'm busy. Alright?"

He walks over to the windowsill and gently plops you down onto the little pincushion he set aside for you. You sit there with your arms crossed, glaring at him as he puts away his items.

While you're sulking you notice a little bottle of purple liquid poking out of the farmers front pocket. You quietly flutter over and sneakily inch the tiny thing out of his pocket.

"Hey!"

The farmer tries to stop you but you're much faster than him and fly up, out of his reach. The glass bottle is a little bigger than you're torso and when you inspect it the label says "Growth serum"

You let out quite a dramatic gasp and look down at the farmer, betrayal written all over your face.

"Now Tiny, don't jump to conclu-"

The farmer starts but is interrupted by a very angry fairy yelling things he doesn't understand right in his face. All he can hear is jingles but he's sure he's getting severely cussed at. He understands why, you helped this man grow his crops bigger and better than ever and now you think he wants to replace you for some stupid, probably overpriced serum?

You angrily throw the bottle to the ground and the farmer dives down to clumsily catch it before it smashes onto the floor.

As you feel tears fall down your hot cheeks, you flutter back to your windowsill and sit with your head between your knees.

"Hey, don't cry now."

The farmer sheepishly leans against the windowsill next to you.

"I promise, it's not for the plants. You already help me out so much with that and I appreciate it a lot. I don't need anything else."

You peak your head out from your arms and look at him skeptically.

He holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly flutter onto his palm, enjoying the warmth of his touch despite the cold wetness of your cheeks.

"Truth is, it's lonely for me out here... and I know you get lonely too."

You scoff at him. Obviously, the whole reason you were upset in the first place was because he was ignoring you.

"I uh... I got this for you. So we could....uh well only if you want to, I mean... I don't know."

You stare at him dumbfounded as he fumbles his words, you've never seen the farmer like this before.

You shoot up to hug his cheek, jingling in excitement. You give him tiny kisses and he laughs at the ticklish feeling. You float to the counter in front of him and bounce on your heels waiting for him.

"Alright, alright."

He chuckles at your stark change in mood and uncaps the tiny bottle of magic liquid. You brace yourself as he carefully lets one single drop fall onto your little head.

Nothing happens for a moment but before you could feel disappointed the world blurs and you're suddenly face to face with your farmer.

He stares down at where you sit on his counter, now perfectly human sized. Your cute dress didn't survive the quick transition but you don't seem to mind as you jump the poor farmer.

You grab his face and kiss him deeply. Finally feeling his lips on yours makes your wings flutter and your heart sing as you lock your legs around him to pull his body closer.

"Alright, slow down."

He says through kisses and huffed laughs as you kiss all over his face and neck.

"Now why don't you let me show you how much I appreciate you."

He mumbles in a sultry tone, bringing his hands down to grip your ass and grind your hips into him.

He laughs at the way your wings violently flutter and takes that as eager agreement.

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