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[saraswritingtipps]

„I Still…“ Prompts #2

I still feel the ghost of your lips against mine whenever a cool breeze brushes my face.

I still hear the low timbre of your voice in my ear, whispering secrets that made my skin tingle with anticipation.

I still burn with the memory of your touch, a lingering heat that no one else can replicate.

I still inhale deeply near the pillow where you slept, chasing the fading scent of your skin mixed with jasmine.

I still feel the weight of your gaze, heavy and warm, as if you could look straight into my soul.

I still savor the taste of your name on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating, unwilling to let it go.

I still recall the silk of your hair between my fingers, the way it fell like night around us, cloaking everything but our whispers.

I still drift to sleep on the waves of our last conversation, your words caressing me into dreams where we never said goodbye.

I still crave the closeness of you in the half-light of dawn, where shadows danced on your skin and the world felt right.

I still trace the paths your fingers took over my body, a map of desire that I wander in my loneliest moments.

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2712

"What's got you smiling so wide?"

"I...I like myself today. It feels different, but I think that's a good thing!"

[whumper-cars]

One I LOVE but never see: Living Battery

Superhero Whumpee being used to power something for the Villain

Nonhuman Whumpee has magical blood that can be used to power machines and having their blood drained

Whumper having multiple magic Whumpees so that once one is fully drained or too tired to produce magic they just move on to the next one

Cyborg/Robot Whumper that leeches off of other cyborgs/robots to gain energy

Alien Whumpee being used to power a spaceship

A tiny Whumpee with electricity powers being put in the battery slot of an electronic appliance so they're a literal battery (this may be inaccurate but idc)

Just thinkin about living batteries

Feel free to add onto any of my prompts!

[pendarling]

You're not Jealous?

"Who?" Hero asked again and tilted their head awkwardly.

Villain's hands danced in the air in a mocking gesture, "You know, that newer hero with the bright red hair." They chuckled, "Isn't that strange?"

The media loved it when civilians made Villain and Reddi a new couple; they hadn't known Reddi for long, and they had only left a small impression on them, nothing like what Hero was to them but enough to capture the civilian's interest. Enough to make them a pair and proudly display it wherever the internet's influence could spread, and for Villain, this would be a perfect opportunity to get their Hero's blood boiling. However, it seemed that jealousy wasn't on the list of emotions Hero could display.

"Well?" Villain egged.

Hero shrugged, almost confused at how to respond. Were they too angry to properly convey their emotions or too ashamed that they held feelings for someone they weren't supposed to? Did they have any of those feelings at all? It was hard to assume when it came to Hero. Their expressions never gave way to a proper answer, and the response desired didn't appear. Maybe Hero wasn't looking at it from their perspective, but for Villain, this was Hero's only chance to prove what they had always believed.

"I don't know, Villain. The world has a funny way of twisting things. Congratulations, I suppose."

Congratulations?

What?

Villain laughed in a sudden burst of spontaneity, "No, no, no, I don't even know Reddi like that. It's a comical way of sorting two people together."

They smiled back softly, uncertain of what to make of the topic. Just a moment ago, they had been sparring like usual, but Villain's sudden shift to this conversation did make them think for a bit.

Villain couldn't decide what was next, they wanted Hero to get angry, but this wasn't what they planned. Reddi was a lot stronger than Hero in all aspects, but it wasn't as if Villain valued just physical strength and they'd hoped Hero would get the message by now.

For Hero, it would just seem so pointless to fight about it. "I'm not one for starting an argument about that if that's what you're suggesting." They tucked a strand of hair, slightly fiddling with it as a distraction. If Villain wanted to, they would. Hero has seen everything they're capable of, and they wouldn't hold them back from any new interests.

"Hero, I'm…" They took a breath, a little startled at the lack of care. "I'm not one for these ridiculous rumours either, but wouldn't it be a little more sensible if they had at least chosen a more… fitting partner for me?"

"Well, let's not take these things too seriously. They don't know you after all--"

"It's a bit frustrating, though," They stepped closer. How was Hero not angry yet? Does nothing stir them? "I would be pretty frustrated after being a villain for years, and they still can't seem to get anything right."

"Villain--"

"If it was the other way around, I wouldn't take it."

Hero remained silent this time, contemplating whether they were supposed to respond or not. Villain had never been so openly passionate about a topic concerning civilian speculations about their city's greatest heroes and villains. "What's wrong, Villain?"

Villain's brows furrowed, and their breath slowed. It was the first time they had felt their heart race so much at something so trivial. Perhaps they really were blowing this way out of proportion. "Because you were supposed to…" Their pulse beat so loud it was heard in their ear. Villain thought they might've just fainted. "I just need to know we didn't do all this for nothing."

It was hard putting words together, a lot harder than planning any deadly plan to undermine the entire city. What Villain kept out was their desire to be chased. Any hint at all from Hero at this point would suffice, just to prove to them that their advances wouldn't go unanswered for too long and that there would be an eventual end goal. However, Hero wasn't budging; their eyes looked sorrowful this time, and their fists were uncurled. Villain slowly moved to reach for their hand, hesitant but still searching for the version of Hero they'd assembled throughout their interactions.

"It's strange isn't it?" They spoke softer this time; Villain stared longingly into their eyes. "That I'm the one feeling this way instead of you."

Hero sighed as they felt their fingers cross with Villain's. "You wanted me to get all worked up over you." They smiled gently at them; a mix of new expressions patterned their face as their tongue battled to keep the secrets they'd been harbouring down their throat. "What would I do to stop you anyway?"

"What?" They breathed a bit startled at Hero's words. "Why wouldn't you?"

"I've seen your work a million times, Villain." They chuckled, their voice edging a certain forcefulness. "You're very thorough with what you do and how to get what you want. If you wanted something, you'd already have it by now."

The sun started to hide its rays behind the clouds, and Villain felt their adversary's hand slipping away from their grasp. "Some things are just harder to get." They said as their grip tightened with desperation.

"Some things preferred they'd ask nicely," They gazed at them with a timid look. "Without the games."

Villain eyed them further as their voice fell into a whisper. "Some things are harder to say." Though, they didn't think it would take long for Hero to have them all figured out by now.

Hero reached over to them and held the criminal's face in their hands with expectation. "Then show me." They leaned in and met Villain's lips in the middle, an uneasy shift, now fixated in its spot.

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[givethispromptatry]

"Hey, legit question, how do you flirt with girls?"

".... Give her a pretty rock?"

"Compliment her outfit."

"Give her a smile after defeating all adversaries in a bar brawl!"

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Genuine question

Is there a tag on ao3 for ‘being forced to fake date your (usually) hero alter-ego to keep your secret”?

Bc this one of my new favorite tropes I have seen in some time but it’s like combing through a hay bale for a needle without a proper tag for the mini-genre.

If there isn’t one can we plz get on that?

[i-write-whump]

The whumpee oversleeping one morning, and their friends (who they live with) being concerned, because it's very unusual for the whumpee to still be asleep that late. One of them eventually going to wake the whumpee up, only to find them feverish and out of it. The friend immediately calling for the others to bring a thermometer, waking the whumpee up in the process, who immediately begins to sleepily argue with them. Their friends ignoring them and taking their temperature anyway, wondering how it got so high so fast. The whumpee dismissing it as just a rough cold until one of their friends accidentally bumps them, causing them to yelp when it jostles the painful, infected wound the whumpee had been hiding.

[themaidenofwords]

"What's your dream house?" Character A asked suddenly, momentarily pausing their slow finger strokes through Character B's hair.

"A forest cottage." Character B's breath hitched and their exhale wheezed in a way that didn't bode well. "Somewhere in the mountains."

A carefully kept their face calm as they wiped away the drop of blood that had escaped the corner of B's mouth. "You don't want a castle or a mansion somewhere?"

"Why would I?" B smiled up at A, accidentally showing off their bloodstained teeth. "The only person... I need to share it with... is you."

A smiled back tremulously and did their best to blink the tears out of their eyes. "I'll hold you to it," they warned. "No weaseling out of it. We're getting out of here and finding a cottage."

Character B's eyes were growing more distant and their every breath seemed to pain them, but there was still a gentle smile about their lips. "With vines... and roses."

"Big pine trees," Character A added. The tears were now openly streaming down their face.

"An' a... big tree swing...."

A brushed their hand through B's hair again and did their best to avoid looking at the jagged piece of metal sticking out of B's side. "What should we plant in the garden?"

Character B did not reply.

"B?"

B's eyes had drifted shut and their face had gone lax, the smile gone. Suddenly, their wheezy breaths stopped completely, and the world went all too still.

"No, no, nonono..." A shook B's shoulders gently to no response. "B! You can't do this! You promised!" They stopped trying to shake B and instead sunk their forehead onto B's still chest. Their voice was little more than a whisper when they sobbed out, "You promised."

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Deep Water Prompt #3326

My father is a host for Envy, by far the most annoying deadly sin. Every birthday, good grade, and graduation I’ve ever had has been co-opted. At 18, Wrath pays me a visit.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Robot Caretaker doing a bang-up job of treating Whumpee's illness/injuries but having no idea how to actually comfort them

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I adore whumpees who act like they’re fine for the caretaker’s sake, who accept physical touch even when they don’t want to for fear of the caretaker leaving them. I adore whumpees who think caretaker is their new whumper. I adore whumpees who want so desperately to make caretaker happy, but don’t know how (still in the slave mindset of “how can I serve caretaker?”) when all caretaker really wants is to see whumpee heal and think of their own happiness for a change. I adore whump where the physical danger is gone, but the emotional rollercoaster has just begun.

You. Get. It. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2711

"Just because he's family doesn't mean you have to forgive him."

She began to nod, but then shook her head. "It's complicated, you know? He hurt me, but people hurt him, too. We both should have had things better."

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but aged up Peter; Flash, or some other college classmate/coworker grabs Peter's phone when he is ordering a drink or in the restroom.

They call the person labeled "L.O.M.L." cause who is that?

And maybe when the person answers, they are like who is, Peter has you as L.O.M.L. in his phone.

Well, said person hangs up, and they end up being shook at who showed up to their location in less than 20 mins later pissed off about who used Peter's phone.

[saturncodedstarlette]

Link to the source

Leander, Kafka, Phillip Graves, Getou Suguru, your favs…

[givethispromptatry]

She took a few steps forward before speaking again. "What did you do?"

"My best." Her girlfriend shrugged as much as she could with the bark slowly closing her in.

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Deep Water Prompt #3330

Whatever is possessing the house is insanity inducing in nature, not meant to interact with humans. But it wants to be free, called here on accident. And I want to free it.