#writers prompt

[writecrow]

Just realised that the story I have had in my head for weeks will not ever be written unless I write it. How sad.

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Idea I had

The hrt in animal hrt stands for human replacement therapy therefore the srs in animal srs should stand for species reassignment surgery.

[onceuponmykpop]

BTS as The Seven Deadly Sins

Introduction -

There are Seven main characters, each representing one of the seven deadly sins.

Seokjin as Gluttony

Yoongi as Sloth

Hoseok as Greed

Namjoon as Envy

Jimin as Lust

Taehyung as Pride

Jungkook as Wrath.

- Set the stage for a supernatural world where these sins coexist and have their own agendas.

Conflict -

A series of mysterious murders start happening in the city, victim each appearing to have been killed by a different sin.

- The BTS members each start experiencing strange occurrences that align with their respective sins, causing confusion and fear among them.

Point-

The group realizes that they are being targeted by a powerful force that wants to eliminate them for embodying the sins. They must come together and use their unique powers to uncover the truth behind the killings and protect themselves from the threat.

Climax -

Through a series of intense battles and revelations, the group discovers that they are pawns in a larger supernatural game, where forces of good and evil are fighting for control of the sins. - They must make a choice to either embrace their sins and join the fight, or reject them and side with the forces of good.

Resolution.-

The BTS members come to terms with their own flaws and their virtues, understanding that balance between darkness and light is necessary for harmony.

- They use their powers to defeat the true villain behind the killings, restoring peace to the city and earning their place as protectors of both sin and righteousness.

[shesalewa]

Making a dumb small comic on a demon who wasn't supposed to be sent to hell not really by mistake but because God got bored and they get assigned to a deity who exists everywhere and no where all at once, then this angel guy goes and pops in on out of nowhere and is like ...

"this devil isn't programmed well. Why are they not evil?" They have this gay rollercoaster ride trying to find this supposedly mortal they're supposed to influence but Devil is too lazy and angel is trying to figure out why the Devil keeps talking about Hot tubs.

@ratticus-the-emperor draw your damned angel. 🔫

[alalaya2]

Prompt pondering

So I recently read that hobbits Marriage are private affairs. The intended couple will vanish for a few days without telling anyone and return married. That would definitely lead to some speculation about Pippin, Mary, Frodo and Sam but the fact that Pippin Mary and Frodo are cousins would probably make the Shier not jump to them getting married. But there was another Hobbit that vanished for a very long time.

Bilbo was gone for a while and returned with Gandalf. What if the people of the Shire are not mad at Gandalf Because of the trouble he brings but because the more traditional Hobbits are mad because they see his leaving all the time and long absences as continuously abandoning his spouse.

[nervousladytraveler]

Touches game or something:

holding hands across the table

Thanks @veryflowerobservation for another great ask (and I do promise I will get to the previous ones languishing in my inbox). For now I am going to take the easy way out--I may have already shared this little bit before--and it may have been years ago. But the good news is that I am working full time on this fic to have it finished by Christmas.

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“I don’t usually drink spirits so they all taste strong to me,” she explained. “Do you think it's flammable?” she laughed. “Okay, tell me what's in this little glass then?”

“This is some seasonal shite we put out for winter,” Ross said, allowing his teasing tongue to peek out between his teeth.

“Oh Ross, I didn't mean…”

“Hot Cross Buns,” he said, grateful to have an excuse to talk--and think--about something neutral. Something that wasn’t her neck, her lips, her eyes. “Totally Tonkin’s doing.”

“I taste cinnamon...it’s not bad but the flavours take away from the…”

“Yes?”

“I guess I just want to taste the hops.”

“Try this,” he said and passed over his pint glass for her to try.

“Yes, that’s more like it!” She slid his glass back to him and as he reached for it her fingers brushed against his. He didn’t pull away and neither did she. Instead she covered his hand entirely with her own.

She’d made the first move.

He needed no further coaxing and interlaced his fingers in hers.

[viktheviking1]

Writing prompt:

It could have been a shadow.

It could have been a trick of the light.

It could of been their imagination.

But it wasn't.

(Yes you can use this, but you have to tag me if you post it anywhere. I wanna see what you make <3)

[humanradiojmp]

I was watching a video about the overused girl boss trope and how terrible it is and how she was explaining it and I got an idea to play around with the trope.

on the surface, it looks like another girl boss story: a girl good at everything she does, has power, is never wrong, everyone loves her, etc.

Except it's all a rouse.

for one reason or another, everyone has played along to give this girl this impression. everyone is just blindly agreeing with everything she says with little to no argument or pushback, there's a lot of sleight of hand and trickery (pay no attention to the man behind the curtain kind of thing) to give the illusion of power, and everyone works double time to make everything seem perfect and work out fine. It isn't until something goes wrong where the girl can't girl boss her way through does she realizes something is wrong.

she wouldn't figure it out right away - because then she'd be an actual girl boss - but through the plot actually has to learn and grow and get dirty and make actual allies to overcome the real difficulty. and maybe she doesn't save the day but someone else does because she doesn't have to be the hero to be important or whatever.

Just... just a thought.

[enchantingepics]

Story Prompt 2

In the quiet embrace of the night, he left again. His departure echoed like a silent question, leaving her to grapple with the shadows that crept into her heart. As he walked away, her thoughts raced, torn between understanding and longing.

But could she blame him? His heart, a transparent window untouched by smudges or cracks, carried a perpetual brightness. He found joy in the smallest moments, laughed freely at his own flaws, and gracefully navigated the currents of life. Yet, he never opened his eyes underwater, remaining blissfully unaware of the depths concealed beneath.

On that particular night, the darkness draped over her like a wool hood, hiding the turmoil within. How could he have known that she needed him? That she yearned for his presence to ward off the shadows for just a few hours? He couldn't know, for he held sunshine and danced through cloudy days, untouched by the abyss she faced.

As he turned away, she mustered the strength to call out, a desperate plea lingering in her voice. "Wait," she said, her gaze locking onto his retreating figure.

He paused, turning back to meet her eyes.

"Can you stay?" Her words trembled with vulnerability. "Tell me everything's all right. Please."

Her unspoken plea echoed in the space between them: I need you. Yet, she held back, unwilling to expose the depths of her dependence. It was a frightening prospect, one she couldn't burden him with. It was better if he remained oblivious.

He blinked, a hint of confusion in his gaze, but she could see the understanding dawning. He may not comprehend the darkness that engulfed her, but he would stay. She was certain of that.

"Of course I can," he whispered, his sincerity cutting through the night.

[black-pussy-supreme]

Writer's prompt and visual. Okoye receives an afternoon shell call from Attuma to meet him for a not so quick quickie.

[pulseincorp]

Pull out those journals

#mentalhealth #journalentry #journalprompts #writeitout #journaltopic #writingprompt #writingtopics #humpday #humpdayvibes #Wednesday #writingcommunity #depression #sad #writerscommunity

[weaverpop]

Mafia love story but with a twist

Like yeah, we all have heard of the girl who falls for the mafia boss guy, but what about THAT but instead of happy ending, they get separated and mafia man has no clue he has a kid by her. Like- he left before she told him or something.

Thing is, the same thing happens to his enemy. And these two women meet and have no clue of each others mafia love story past, only that they both got dumped by men after getting preggo.

So the two kids, who I hc as both girls bc we need more Sappho love stories go up together and eventually get together. Then something tragic happens to the moms, and it ends up on the news and the mafia men see it. That’s how they discover they have kids.

So they go down to meet their kids, only to discover that they are perfectly happy where they are. They try to play parent to what seems to be grown civilian men/people/women. But plot twist number two! Enemy number theee ends up kidnapping Person A and the mafia men get all fired up to save them. That is until Person B gets all fired up and shows how they really are their dad’s kid.

They take down nearly all of enemy 3’s guys in less then an hour. And person A ends up meeting them half way after hearing them ‘in trouble’. They kiss under the moonlight, and it both amazes and terrifies the mafia men.

[lizzie-c-bryant]

Writer's Prompt Friday! ✍️

Let's ignite your imagination! Share a piece inspired by the word "Beach." It can be a poem, short story, or even a character sketch. Let's see what mysterious tales unfold.

Tag your piece #WritersPromptFriday and let's inspire each other!

[graphgirl2977]

My brain: hey did you know that when cats slowly blink at people it’s their way of saying I love you towards them, how cute is that😊😊

Me: oh yeah it’s very cute *as they write down what they just said on a piece of paper*

My brain: what are you doing😳

Me:*gives paper to writers* have fun with this

[showdafi]

Dear hip-hop,

Happy 50th. My earliest memories of music have to be special just for the simple fact I still remember them. E-40, EMPD, Scarface and LL cool J are some of the artists I remember my dad playing as a young kid riding shotgun in his Cadillac mobbing threw town, and altho I was just a kid and didn’t quite understand the content the energy was alive and flowing. I do remember the day it all changed. Scarface-it ain’t shit to me verse two, “man hold up/ I got too much beat in my truck! “ Boom!!!!! A hard 808 after that bar smacked the energy right into my entire body. It clicked. I herd music differently after that day and I wanted to hear more. My sister a few years older then me had already had her enlightenment because all she would watch were music videos. Until that day I never understood why she did but after that day I sat right with her taking in everything I herd and saw. She didn’t like that, in-fact I remember her saying why don’t you go play with your toys, but I didn’t care for toys anymore I wanted to hear face mob. I asked my father if he had any music I could listen to. This all happened around the 4th or 5th grade and he wasn’t about to share his spice 1 tape with me ( I had to steal those) but he did hand me a few cd’s EMPD’s greatest hits, LL cool J, cool Moe dee, Nas, a mix from his DJ friend fresh cuts (my favorite) and a Pete rock and Mc Lyte promo cd which was one song and the instrumental to that song. Just the beat. ……..to be continued.

[luckyluan]

CHAPTER 3.2: THE STAKE OUT

Antwan rummaged through the wicker basket and all manner of weapons spilled over its chipped edges. Maxim jumped back and raised his hands in mock surrender. 

“Like I haven’t shot you before...” Antwan grinned. 

“Only with your love, darlin’.” Maxim replied. 

He knelt on the extravagant blanket and pulled two immense handguns from the picnic basket. Maxim inspected his black Sig Sauer and inspected the clip. 

“Did you pack coppers?” Maxim asked. 

Antwan’s index finger shot into the air and Maxim held his breath. His heartbeat quickened and his mouth ran dry as his next words tumbled from his mouth. 

“Ant,” Maxim squeaked. “We need to have a truth moment.” 

His husband ignored him. Antwan slowly curled his index finger down to his palm and turned his ear toward him. His eyes never left the road. 

“I--I did a job...last year. 

Maxim blanched when his husband spun around. Antwan pushed himself to his knees. His eyes were dangerously bright, and Maxim scooted out of striking distance as he searched for words. 

“Breathe, babe. Use your words.” Maxim encouraged. 

“Don’t. You. Tell me. To breathe!” Antwan hissed. “You took a job. YOU TOOK A JOB! Maxim Carter Sharpe, you need...you need to...UGH!” 

Antwan flopped down on the warm blanket and Maxim wasted no time. He sidled up behind his husband and leaned his forehead against the crown of his head. He used a nimble finger to stroke Antwan’s neck. 

“You mad at me?” he purred. 

“Max, I will shoot you.” I will shoot you and I will not miss.” Antwan threatened. “We were out, bro. We were out and life was good! It was--” 

“--boring, Antwan!” Our lives are fucking boring.” Maxim interjected. “I love us. I love the kids—even Berry’s crazy ass, but our life is not as adventurous as it used to be...when it was just you and I.” 

“That’s because we’re not kids anymore, Max. We don’t get to galivant around the world whenever we want. We made commitments—vows! We have responsibilities. You gave me all your secrets years ago? Bullshit. Did you even think about what you were risking?” Antwan spat. 

“Yes, I weighed the cost. I always do.” Maxim answered. 

“Let’s say that is true, Max. Were our children not weight enough to stop you from hunting? Was I not enough?” Antwan continued. 

Maxim said nothing. He shoved his hands in his pockets and listened to his husband’s voice echo off the marble floors. 

“You let me sit here and spin my wheels for half an hour before you told me.” Antwan said. “Your secrets—the ones you claim I already knew—ruined our anniversary.” 

“In my defense, babe, we were being shot at.” Maxim defended. 

“Oh, please, nigga! You proposed to me on bended knee under a hail of gunfire. You almost got us shot then too.” Antwan bellowed. “I had to say yes just to get you off the ground.” 

“You had to say yes?” murmured Maxim. 

“You know what I mean. Do not twist my words, Maxim Carter Sharpe. That is not an excuse to do a job and keep me in the dark. You slept next to me knowing you compromised us. You put my children in harm’s way.” he breathed. 

“I’m sorry, Antwan. I’m sorry. What do you need from me to make this better? We can’t fall apart right now.” Maxim begged. 

“Only ‘cause your trigger-happy ass didn’t leave us much choice. You know what I need from you, Mister Sharpe? I need you to sit your ass on this ridiculously expensive blanket and watch my six. Do you think you can do that breaking any more of our marriage vows?” 

Antwan glowered at him, and Maxim hung his head. He did not want to be this type of man—the man his father was, but here he was acting just like him. 

“Look, Ant--” Maxim started. 

“--No talking. I can’t stand to hear your fucking voice right now.” Antwan chided. “Fuck, this blanket is gorgeous!”