#writemeagoodprompt

[writemeagoodprompt]

"You cannot be serious right now."

"I'm as serious as can be."

"You suggested such a stupid idea I cannot believe this—"

[jamjimz]

“God, help me.” They begged, crumpling to the ground in defeat. “I concede, please. I concede.”

The villain stared in disbelief, maybe even disappointment. “That was all it took?” They asked, eyebrows raised. “No fancy weapons, no magic - I shoot you once and you surrender?”

“Please don’t kill me.” The hero managed out, blood dribbling out their lips.

“Maybe you were mortal after all.” They simply raised the gun’s barrel to their forehead. “I’m willing to find out, but are you?”

A singular gunshot resounds throughout the area.

[a-happy-little-cactus]

(Hi! So exited for my first post! prompt/inspiration: @writemeagoodprompt )

The villain went flying back, landing back first into the concrete wall.

The hero waited, still on edge, eyeing the villain carefully, knowing that any second, they would get up to fight once more.

But the seconds dragged on, and nothing. No movement. No groans. The villain just laid there, lifeless.

Slowly dropping their fighting stance, the hero's eyes widened in realization.

“No.There’s no way. They can’t possibly be- I mean, I didn’t hit them hard enough for that, right?” they thought to themselves as they staggered over to the villain, who was collapsed against the wall, where they cradled the villain’s bruised and broken body.

“Hey-” the hero quietly spoke out, their voice quivering, - “You’ve got to get up.”

Still nothing, they tried again.

“C’mon, you- you've got to wake up. You can’t- I won’t-” the hero pauses, taking a shaky breath-” I could never forgive myself if I let someone, especially you, die because- because of me.” they sobbed, wishing that they hadn’t been so stupidly reckless.

Gazing at the villain’s body, they noticed the villain’s incredibly shallow breaths had turned to slow, but consistent breathing. The hero sighed in relief, gently picking them up, and began walking of the building. They didn’t know what this would mean for the future, and they knew there would surely be consequences yet to come, but they didn’t care. They had saved someone who needed it, and to them, that was all that mattered.

[dustylovelyrun]

Last Line Tag

Rules: Post the last line that you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

Tagged by @writingamongthecoloredroses. I’m grabbing from one of the older ones I’ve still got listed, so. No idea when. But I’m determined to try and work through some of them, human! I will get them all done. Hopefully.

Rather than the reassurance he sought, however, all Calleum received was the slight, jerky nod of someone that was equally unsure; of someone that had been staring down into the same void, expression contemplative, and their body language wary, and so, so afraid.

For Pulse this time! A little pivotal moment for the Adeyemi-Nakamura siblings, their friend Xanxia, and everything they’ve ever really known, truthfully. I’m not sure how far they’ll get right now, but. It’s a start for them.

Tagging: @septemberliterature, @a-book-of-creatures, @draconesmundi, @akiwitch, @jewellsfrommaruss, @ambitiousauthor, @pepper-writes-things, @linariouswrites, @wyldlynxx, @aelenko, @magic-is-something-we-create, @itsmariemccurdy, @writemeagoodprompt, @phoenixisdabestwriter, @raevenlywrites, @pendragyn, @cirianne, @stories-by-rie, @sad-small-writer, @etddivine, @inkwell-attitude, @andiwriteunderthemoon, @silverink-and-ichor, @writings-from-the-hart, @writinglyra, @shattered-starrs, @rhikasa, @pamsdrabbles, @ardawyn, @violetcancerian, @farradays, @writingbyjillian, @fictional-semantics, @the-writing-fandom, @shattered-starrs, @loopyhoopywrites, @mego42, @lilliloves, @hannahs-creations, @sidhewrites, @writeouswriter, @em-dashes, @godsliltippy

[marilynsweet]

hello so I uh noticed you liked one of my prompts and so I went to check out ur blog (bc like- your URL sounds pretty cool) and I'm pretty happy I did! Your art looks so nice I hope when you see this you have a great day! ^^ (-writemeagoodprompt)

Thank you!!!

[writemeagoodprompt]

reblog and put in the tags what your total number of notes across all original posts are from this site. it also gives you your top 9 posts.

[phoenixisdabestwriter]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @etddivine for tagging me. I haven't really been writing stories. The closest thing to one is the one with my OC, the Mad Hatter. The line from the "story" if you can call it one is "Enjoy Your Coffin"

"Never cross the Mad Hatter."

And I will tag @writemeagoodprompt , @writing-ideas-inc , and @writingstoriesinpajamas .

[writemeagoodprompt]

"I am not worth the risk." Hero said quietly, their voice a whisper. "I will only weigh you down, and cause you great pain."

"You say that, yet your flaws only define your strengths." Villain held their hand, squeezing it tightly. "You are strong. To me, you are worth everything and more."

[jamjimz]

Introduction Post

- My name is Simon, I am currently 18 and I enjoy drawing. Pronouns are listed in bio. - I have a Twitter (@jam__jimz) where I post about my interests. I am also posting here because I am afraid of TikTok’s algorithm. - I also run a blog, @writemeagoodprompt.

My current interests are:

- Sky: Children of The Light, Call of Duty / Modern Warfare 2, Roblox, Regretevator, The Stanley Parable, weirdcore games in general, and Stardew Valley.

(Bold text are long time interests, italics are what I’m severely into at the moment)

Before You Interact / Follow:

I reblog frequently, I post rarely unless I get into the art mood. I will reblog posts supporting Palestine, trans rights, and human rights in general.

I do not mind getting asks for anything in particular, but if it’s inappropriate I won’t respond. Though do not message me privately / send asks to ask for money for fundraisers - I apologize, but it feels oddly pushy and I do not have many funds.

I draw mainly my OCs, I rarely draw for the fandoms I’m in because most of the time they aren’t how they look to me in my head. Currently, I draw a lot of Regretevator because the canon designs are easy to grasp and free for me to headcanon. I am radinclus, which means I support identities with "weird" and or "contradictory" labels. I seriously do not get what the uproar is about, and getting violent is not helping anyone's case in particular. (I'd like to mention I do not identify with a radinclus identity, I am on the aromantic spectrum.) This is also an objectum safe space. I may not get it entirely, but it's not my business to say what you can or cannot do.

Do Not Interact/Block On Sight:

Zoos/MAPs/Proshippers Exclusionists/Radqueers People who side with Israel Transphobes/Homophobes/The General Bigots Hetalia Fans (I can explain if asked) People who sexualize Spud! from Regretevator

Where To Support Me: Ko-Fi

[nerdingz-writes]

OCtober Day 6

Day 6: Rivals

[This was from a prompt by @writemeagoodprompt go check them out!]

Dom cracked open his dry eyes, groaning in pain. “Ugh... What the fuck happened?” He cursed himself, sitting up. His head throbbed badly, and his joints ached.

He glanced to his side to see a bruised Darren hunched over in a chair fast asleep. His eyebrows were furrowed, his expression troubled. Bandages covered his arms and neck, but nothing serious.

Dom gazed downwards at his own body, which was covered in bandages. His left arm was in a splint, same as his ankle.

Then he realized, looking at all of the wrappings around his chest, that Darren saved him.

The feeling in his chest was a mixture of too many feelings, fondness, anger, concern. Why would Darren save him? Dom’s head throbbed with the added questions running through it.

Dom looked around the room, ignoring the cries from his body to lie back down. The walls were covered in an awful floral wallpaper. There was a small window to his left and a door towards the foot of the bed. Another door was opened next to it, leading into a small bathroom. And on the far side of the room was the exit. Next to the exit door stood a table with three chairs, all of which seemed to be falling apart. There was a small fridge, a microwave, and a sink near as well. The room smelt like the appliances looked, old and slimy.

For all that money you guys are supposed to have, this is the hotel you choose? Dom thought, staring at his brother.

Darren stirred. He rubbed his eyes, then his hand went to his neck, gently caressing it.

Dom stared, slowly moving away.

Darren sighed and took a water bottle from his bag. “You won’t make it far.”

Dom jumped. “Is that a threat?”

“No, dumbass. You were knocked out after the lab exploded. You’re lucky to have even woken up so soon… Mom wants to see you. Alive.” Darren took a drink from the bottle.

Dom huffed. Not my mother, he thought.

“Be mad if you want, but we leave tomorrow to go meet her. And you’re not getting out of this.” Darren offered the water to Dom.

Dom rolled his eyes and laid back down in the crappy bed.

His head was throbbing now. Each time he tried to replay the events at the lab his head pounded harder. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

He must have fallen asleep because when he sat up again, there was no Darren. Just a note, the water bottle, and two pills.

The note read:

Out for food, the pills should help with the headache. Don’t go anywhere, Dominic. - again, you won’t make it far before you pass out. Be back within the hour.

D.B.

“Even your hand writing’s fucking perfect.” Dom tossed the note to the floor.

The clock on the nightstand read 7:38 pm.

Dom glanced back at his ankle, then at the pills. He turned and placed his feet on the floor, he winced and grasped his side at the motion. He sat a moment to catch his breath.

“Like I’m going to stay here.”

He grabbed his shirt and put it on, cringing at the pain as he did. He took the water, then hesitated but decided to leave the pills, they would probably make him drowsy anyway. He stood slowly, one arm using the bed frame for support. He glanced around the room, but there was no sign of his shoes.

“Great. You’re not a total dumbass, Darren.”

He checked the clock again. 7:45.

“And now you’re out of time, Dom.” He said, wiping a hand through his hair.

He attempted to take a step towards the door. When he shifted his weight however, his ankle sent a shockwave of pain through his leg and he had to sit.

His head throbbed at the sudden movement. “Damnit.” He cursed himself, trying, against his bodies’ demands, to come up with a plan.

The lock on the door clicked and Darren entered.

He carried a bag in one hand and tossed the keys on the table with the other. He set down his bag and began unloading, not looking at Dom once.

"Where are we?" Dom asked.

Darren didn't answer. Instead, he took out a paper-wrapped sandwich and tossed it back. It landed on the bed next to Dom.

Dom stared at the sandwich, then at Darren.

"What? Too good for talking now?" Dom picked up the sandwich and unwrapped it. He took off the bread and checked it's ingredients. It was a basic turkey sandwich, nothing abnormal about it. Dom suddenly felt hungry, but that didn't mean he had an appetite for anything Darren gave him.

"It's not drugged. Eat." Darren said coldly.

"Where are we?" Dom asked again, his headache coming on more intense.

"It doesn't matter. Not for you." Darren finished his unloading, taking out a jug of water.

Dom took a hesitant bite of the sandwich. It tasted good, better than good like he hadn't eaten in months.

"What about you?" Dom made a gesture to the food, not that Darren saw it.

"I ate while I was out."

"How long was I asleep, before I woke up earlier?" Dom asked between bites.

"A day."

"And what you just dragged me to some crappy hotel?"

"Would you rather I had left you?"

Dom was quiet.

"Take the pills," Darren said, turning around.

Dom raised an eyebrow.

"Or suffer the headache and your injuries, I don't care."

"Yes, you do."

Darren rolled his eyes and walked towards the bathroom.

"I know you care because this sandwich is the same as the one we'd eat in the park as kids. It's one of the only things I remember, it was during our last year, before Avila-"

"Or perhaps it was the closest shop." Darren snapped as he entered the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

Notes: 

Aye have some bros. :)

[writemeagoodprompt]

"I can kiss you yet I cannot touch you." They whispered, their hand phasing through their lover's body. "Yet I can touch you but cannot kiss you." They whispered back, their ghostly touch like ice.

[writemeagoodprompt]

My reaction: oh sweet i got tagged

Name: Jamie (but call me Jam)

Sexuality: aroace

Current Time: 2:26 in the afternoon

Reason for URL: Well, I don’t really know. I just wanted to make up a URL that kinda.. stood out?? So yeah, I used “writemeagoodprompt” because, well, I wanted to write good prompts and get submissions.

Favourite animal: Chinchillas

I don’t know that much people on this app, so if you don’t know me and I tagged you, it most likely means I look up to you haha..

@a-happy-little-cactus @an-avid-writer @phoenixisdabestwriter

Tag Game

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by the talented @crypticravencalls

Name: Kali

Cats or Dogs: Doggos, but both are great! I’m actually working at a dog rescue right now

Sexuality: Aroace

Current Time: 1:48am

Reason for URL: I was having a hard time thinking of one so I settled on a reference to a line from my wip (not actually from a draft, it actually references a line in a little pre-write character study I was doing to try to get to know one of my characters better)

Favorite Animal: Dogs!

Please nobody feel pressure to do this, but I’ll tag @spaceteacake @aelenko @mothsandmammothfigures @rareheartzz @f3ar-prompts @orionna @reversedthinker @isanyonetoknow @revrevrew @mshelleys

[writemeagoodprompt]

"A god should be unable to die, yes?" A smile graces the villain's lips, their head raised upwards - towards the sky.

"A god is an immortal, they cannot die. I cannot die." The hero stands tall, arms lowered to their sides. Determined by their lack of mortality, they return the smile.

The villain doesn't lower their gaze, as if they hadn't heard the hero.

"What are you even looking at?" Lifting their head to the sky, they feel a sharp pain in their torso. They choke back a scream, their gaze returning to the other.

In the villain's hand is something indistinguishable, even to the hero's eye. It is but a blur as they are forced to kneel, covering their wound with both hands.

The villain approaches, their expression unmoving.

"Why don't we test that then?"

[writemeagoodprompt]

“I ask for your mercy.”

“And I ask for your head on a platter.”

[writemeagoodprompt]

"I loved you!"

"You didn't love me enough."

[writemeagoodprompt]

"I cannot stand to see you be treated this way," said Character A. "it pains me so."

"If it pains you so much, must you stay a bystander? Help me if it hurts you - help me if you can.

You cannot say you are sorry for me if you do not care to help."