#writing propmt

[melon-cat-cult]

Mimicking voices

Damian's mimicking voices ability should be explored more in fics where he's being a little shit, or just acting like a kid and pranking his family, like Damian is comfortable with the family now he knows their voices but he also knows how they talk with I think is most important because you can imitate a sound but getting the way a person talks how they slur certain words or have different names for things because of the people that raised them, when he knows that about the family is when he can mess with them.

It'll be a quiet night when he first does it, he was scared to do it honestly because he didn't want to get in trouble with his father but he does he mimics Grayson's voice seeing where everyone should be knowing Grayson is the one alone right now, he tells Brown something so utterly grayson he can't believe it came out of his mouth.

Damian*in Grayson's voice*: betcha fiftie that you can't push RR off a building in tha next 20 minutes.

Damian says it so perfectly In Grayson's 'its time for chaos' voice that Dick is shocked and wondering if he said that.

That's the start, what really sells it is when one of his siblings does dare someone else over coms and Damian responds in their voice telling 'damian' to stop imitating their voice, causing a fight now no one is sure when the dare is or isn't from Damian, Barbra knows because their icons light up when they talk on her computer, Damian has bought her silence, Bruce knows but his baby is giggling listening to the chaos and its joy he doesn't hear from his son often so he lets it continue to hear his baby giggle and he happy like a kid.

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2895

"Isn't love supposed to be gentle?"

"I find it's ferocious."

[hellamorte]

they fucked, no one can convince me otherwise, even if the devs come up with a statement;

leander bottoms????? or a service top??? gonna create a petition for 'the wet wick' to be renamed 'subway' 🙋‍♀️

[nixylubouv]

💫Writing Prompt #61

Villain doesn’t hold many grudges against Hero and understands it’s a job to them too and nothing personal. Because of this Villain and Hero are able to have some pretty honest and open conversations. One day, Hero very nonchalantly suggests going on a date. Nothing high stakes, no big deal. Just causal and only if Villain wants to. Villain is surprised at first, but agrees. Why not? However, on the planned time of the date, Villain gets overworked and accidentally crashes on the couch. They oversleep and miss the date. They wake up to Hero brushing a lock of hair out of their face. Hero. INSIDE of Villain’s highly impenetrable and secured lair. Kneeling by their couch. Villain stares up frozen in shock.

Hero’s voice is gentle and expression relaxed, but there’s a darker emotion behind their eyes.  “You missed our date, my darling. I got worried.” 

So. Maybe not so nonchalant after all, huh Hero?

[l-michalska-writer]

Worried prompts

You can't come back to him.

Just talk to me, please.

Please, tell me what's wrong.

Whatever it is you've done, I don't care. The only thing that matters is that you're safe.

As long as we have each other it'll be alright.

Please, tell me you're not serious about coming back to him.

If you tell me what happened I can fix it. Whatever it is.

Please, tell me what happened.

It'll be alright.

As long as we have each other, we'll figure it out.

Just call me when you get there.

Are you safe?

You're safe, taht's all that matters.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Just let me know if you're safe.

Is it still hurting?

Who hurt you?

Do you want me to leave the light on?

Just pick up the phone...

She wasn't getting enough sleep. She was worried sick about you.

Please, don't let him see how bad it is.

She dealt with all of this for years.

Just tell me.

I'm here for you. I am.

I can help you. Just talk to me.

[forestryprompts]

Character A: I love you more than words can express.

Character B: You don't need words. Every time you look at me, I feel it in your eyes.

Character A: And when I hold you close, I hope you feel it in every beat of my heart.

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Whump prompt - Ninjago: Kai

Kai Jiang wasn't supposed to get sick.

He was the protector.

He was the caretaker.

It's been that way since he was five and his sister was three.

It's been that way since he was sixteen and gained three brothers.

It's been that way since he gained a baby brother a few months later.

Kai Jiang will be twenty in a few months.

He hasn't gotten trully sick since he was five, not long after his parents had disappeared.

Nya doesn't remember, she was too young.

Kai's memory of that time is patchy at best, but, he remembers enough to know he had to learn how to stop an illness before it worsens.

But that was fifteen years ago.

Two years ago, he got his parents back.

Six months ago, his sister got engaged.

Six months ago, the team earned their greatest victory.

And maybe Kai has let his guard down during the down time.

And maybe Aspheera's theft of his powers had slightly bigger consequences.

And maybe the Never Realm was a bit colder for him, than it was for the team.

And maybe there was a reason he never let himself get sick, a reason Nya didn't know, didn't remember.

Because Kai is the protector.

Kai is the caretaker.

That means he makes sacrifices.

Sacrifices of himself so that no one else has to.

And maybe he's never told anyone just how many sacrifices he's made.

But a sick Kai is unaware.

A sick Kai is tragically open and honest.

'Oh, I'm sick' is Kai last thought before the illness pulls him under.

~

The first thought from the other residents of the Monastery of Spinjitzu, is worry and concern when the Master of Fire doesn't show up for the rare brunch their Master had allowed.

When they discover his current state, they remain worry but are also relieved.

They actually find it funny when Jay discovers that Kai will answer any question they have as though he was under truth tea.

They don't find it funny for long.

[thejediandthemandalorian]

🚨 quinfox

Okay, this one is a lot longer than I meant for it to be 🙈 Hopefully the length of these makes up for how long it's taking me to get them done lol 💜

"Commander, you have a visitor." Hound sounded way too smug, even through the vocoder in his helmet, as he stood in front of the cell's forcefield. 

"Tell whoever it is to leave. I haven't had my caf yet, so I really don't want to see anybody." Fox lifted his head enough to scowl over his arms that were wrapped around his knees, hugging them to his chest. 

His head was pounding still and every once in a while he could still feel a small zap from the after effects of getting stunned. 

50,000 volts of electricity 3 times in the span of 1.67 milliseconds; that's how much it took to knock him unconscious. He should work on that, slowly build up a tolerance to make it harder to get knocked out next time. What good was he as the Commander of the Coruscant Guard if he passed out from a couple thousand volts of electricity. 

Spending the night in this holding cell hadn't been as bad as he thought it might be. Of course, he'd be reporting to the Supreme Chancellor at some point after his release for a reprimand and any punishment that may be served towards him for his 'crimes.'

It wouldn't be the first time he added marks to his record, but it didn't mean he was any happier about it than the other times. 

"You can go in now. Be cautious though, he's a cold-blooded killing machine when he hasn't had his morning cup of caf." Hound barked out a laugh and opened the force field for Fox's visitor. 

"It's alright, Sergeant. I think I can handle Commander grouchy pants before his caf." An all too familiar and cheerful voice made it's way towards his cell.

Fox immediately groaned and laid his head back down on his arms, the pounding in his head immediately increasing with this unexpected visitor. He totally should've seen it coming, though in his defense his head was still pounding making it harder to think. 

"You sure you don't want to talk to him on the outside of the cell, General Vos?" Fox was going to make Hound regret this as soon as he was out of here and back to work. 

"No, Sergeant, I think I'll be able to deal with the little delinquent just fine from the inside." Quinlan's tone was already too flirty for such an early hour. 

Fox desperately wished he had his armor to hide himself in, it was always easier to talk to the jetii through his helmet. The upper half of his armor had been stripped away and confiscated before he'd been tossed in this cramped cell, though it had to have been while he was still unconscious.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the high and mighty Commander Fox, occupying a cell."

"Vos--"

"Oh how the tables have turned." Quinlan laughed and Fox looked up, shooting him a glare that he knew was just as effective as any blaster bolt. 

"Get out." Fox hissed, trying to keep from wincing at the pain in his head, knowing it would only show a weakness. 

Quinlan was somehow even more irritating inside a cell, and this time it wasn't even his own. On the other hand, there was something calming about him being here, perhaps it meant that he wouldn't be sent to Kamino for rectification. 

"Now is that any way to talk to the man who could very well press charges against you?" Vos took a step forward and Fox simply scowled more, trying to keep him back. 

"You know it wasn't my fault!" He snapped and gnashed his teeth. "If you hadn't dragged me down to the lower levels for another one of your 'ideas' I wouldn't be in this mess anyways."

Last night wasn't some of his best work, and he wanted to forget it ever happened but he knew this jetii well enough to know that--

"I think a cell suits you. The force field really brings out that streak in your hair…" Quinlan stepped forward again, the cell small enough that it had only taken him two steps to reach Fox. 

"You deserve that black eye." Fox's teeth were so tight he was sure they would snap any second from the pressure. 

Alpha 17 had always told him to stop clenching his teeth or one day he'd no longer be able to bite whoever he was fighting. He was sure if he asked Alpha 17 would(n't) admit that he had several scars from where Fox had bit him. 

"Maybe I should press charges since you're in such a bantha shit mood." Quinlan reached a hand towards him and Fox found himself jumping back, body hitting the durasteel behind him.

For all he knew Quinlan was about to return the favor and give him a shiner just as bad as his own; it didn't help that his helmet had been confiscated. Besides, he didn't need his head pounding more than it did. 

"Relax. I'm here to take you back to your barracks. You've been released." Quinlan reached out again and adjusted a strand of Fox's hair. 

At that same moment he felt another jolt go through his body, sadly an after effect of his assailants solution to the fight they'd started and not a response to the affection from the jetii. 

"Are you sure you're not taking me on another 'lower level patrol' where I've been assigned by the council to accompany you?" Quinlan rolled his eyes and held out a hand. 

Fox stared at it suspiciously for a moment, wondering if it was going to morph itself into a saberjowl and snap at him. 

The events of the night prior would be best if forgotten by everyone He'd been requested to escort a Jedi in the lower levels; it had actually turned out to be Quinlan's plan to get him on a date and away from work. The evening was…tolerable, and they had simply walked around the streets and chatted for a bit. 

Of course, however, he had still been on the look out for anything out of place or that might have needed authority to step in. That had been a mistake. 

A couple people had been hidden away in an alleyway, hidden by the shadows to the untrained eye. Fox had locked in on them immediately, which also drew Quinlan's attention. 

They had gone over to take a look, to make sure nothing illegal was transpiring, when both had been attacked from behind. Fox only remembered fighting and fighting hard, so hard he'd lost control. 

Quinlan had grabbed him from behind to support himself after a nasty punch from his assailant and Fox had turned and landed a punch square in his face. From there everything else became a blur.

The assailants had blasted him with a stun gun several times before fleeing. 

Next thing he knew he was waking up in a cell and being read his charges, Quinlan nowhere to be found. 

"I promise. We're getting you your armor, then you're going to be confined to your barracks until the Chancellor has time to review your case." Quinlan started to pull his hand back, but Fox quickly snatched it.

He used it for leverage to pull himself up off the bench, still a little out of sorts, but no worse for wear. Quinlan gave him the most irritating grin that had him ripping his hand away immediately. 

"Why aren't you pressing charges? I assaulted my superior officer." 

Quinlan walked towards the cell door and threw a rage inducing grin over his shoulder. Fox wanted to punch him again, harder…maybe with his lips.

"Quit asking so many questions." He paused for a moment, turning back towards Fox. "Maybe we should stop at the communal freshers before I start my watch."

"What!?" Fox's eyes widened in horror at the prospect of being Vos's charge. 

"You smell like delinquency and burning flesh. You need a sonic." 

[metaphorical-goblin]

Trucy, Phoenix, and Miles - Her Favorite Room

Trucy has a favorite room. 

It is, perhaps, a strange thing to have, but her fathers have never told her as such, so she doesn’t believe it to be anything other than what it is: a preference. 

This room is big and warm (most of the time). The walls are a light-brownish color, and the lamps always keep it softly lit. There are coffee mugs and teacups that sit on dressers and end tables, loose paperwork and half-finished books taking up the free spaces. A pretty bench sits in the wall, pressed up against a window, with books lining the shelves on the bottom and heavy curtains that Trucy can close whenever she wants. She likes those quiet moments just after the curtains settle, when the dust mites bob in the sunlight and she can streeetch out on the bench, basking in the warm afternoon heat as she cracks open the old tome she stole from her papa’s shelf. 

If this room could talk, it would have plenty to say about shelves. They stood tall alongside the walls, lined with books that Trucy could read at about her height, and books she never had an interest in much, much higher, detailing legal codes and mystery fiction and scary stories she read with her daddy on occasions. She especially liked the strip of dark wood in between the plush carpet and the shelf, where she could perfectly rest her feet without any overlap. 

Not all the shelves had books, which was a nice touch. Some of them had figures, plants, photos, knick-knacks and trinkets alike, all ready for someone to fiddle with or reminisce over. 

Trucy especially loves the photos. They always make her heart swell with glee, seeing the smiling faces of her family staring back at her. 

The bed on the opposite side of the wall is also a welcoming presence. It is almost too tall for her to reach, with plush blankets and long, soft pillows and comfortable creases from years and years of use. Sometimes she likes to sneak under the covers and curl up underneath the pile, holding herself in the cool darkness of the squishy mattress. 

The bed is not her most favorite part about this room, though.

Her most favorite part is its occupants. 

The door creaked as she crept inside, the soft morning light not yet breaking through the curtains. 

Phoenix sat up groggily, blinking the sleep away and taking in the eight-year-old figure standing in his doorway. 

Trucy asked a simple question, and Phoenix pushed Miles aside, making space between the two of them for their daughter to wriggle her way inside. 

With her head on a stolen pillow, her papa’s hand gently scratching her back and her daddy’s arm wrapped around all three of them, holding them safe and secure, Trucy gave a big sigh of relief.

Yeah. This really was her favorite room.

[pyrolikesfire]

one thing i miss is writing prompts

whenever i got a writing prompt i always tried to connect it to other prompts and it was fun

[jdawgthough]

Johnny-"okay so this is how to act around the kids." Johnny-""No swearing, taking your clothes off, or saying bad jokes" Johnny-""If a kid tries to take your clothes off- Charlie Scene-"SLAP EM'" Johnny-""yeah!!!' Deuce-"Hey johnn- What the fuck are you doing?!" Little Charlies-"hey!" Both-"Shrinking Charlie and selling these little ones" Deuce-"Hey no! Don't do that!" Johnny-""Why not?" Deuce-"Because those are real human beings." Johnny-""Okay and? Their also, MONEY MAKERS!" -Deuce picks one up- Deuce-"Oh. my. god. ITS SO CUTE!" Charlie Scene-"Yeah I know. Thats why were keeping one." Deuce-""Okay, can I keep one?"

Johnny-""Sure! But only one, the rest are gonna be sold in happy meals."

Both-"Deuce" Deuce-"Yeah?" Johnny-""Do you forgive me for killing Danny?" Deuce-"Go to your room!" Johnny-""okay" -Deuce crying- Little Charlie-"whats wrong?" Deuce-"He killed someone I loved" Little Charlie-"Oh, I'm very sorry" Deuce-"Its fine." Little Charlie-"Do you forgive them?" Deuce-"No, and I never will" Little Charlie-"You can't hold a grudge against him, you have to forgive him at some point, I know it will be hard he killed someone you loved! But, it'll ruin your relashinship with him if you don't." Deuce-"Your right little Charlie." Little Charlie-"Thank you" Deuce-"I love you, your the best."

[kyinpeachichu]

you know what's underrated?

Moles.

Beauty marks, spots, whatever you wanna call them.

Has no one discussed how attractive those fuckers are? Don't get me started on people with moles near their lips-

Which leads me to the following imagines and prompts

That magical moment of seeing your partner without clothes for the very first time. You learn they have a mole on the back of their neck, or on their back or waist. And you can't help but just kiss it.

Soft mole kisses

Telling your s/o you're insecure about a mole on your face, or arms, or legs. And then they tell you they think it's beautiful....

After learning you have a mole on a part of your body (arms, neck, legs) they demand that wear clothes that show them more (short sleeves, shorts, low-cut shirts)

[tumbleringismycopingmechanism]

Made this, so I might as well post it, even though it's probably no good:

Writing Prompt List:

Ju-life's too short

Choose whatever pairing from whatever show, book, movie etc. you like, choose one of the prompts for the day and have fun with it

[kristhecoxinha]

NEW WRINTING PROMPT, FELOW CREATURES

A group of heroes are stopping the "vilain" to destroy the world. But they're more evil than him, like, they are vilains eith almos god-like powers but to lazy to dominate the world. They were just vibing and doing gay, gardening and raising theyr child (And they are somehow good parents ) when the "vilain" destroyed theyr fucking house. When the villain notices this he say "Why are someone like me saving the world" so they just say "I live in this world dumbass" So the villain just give up and fucking dies. So the super heroes story just becomes a slice of life of really evil and powerfull but lazy people.

[nixylubouv]

💫Writing Prompt #66

Villain likes to stay low key. They’re so powerful that they’ve become desensitized and bored by the world. They choose to join the villain’s league because there’s nothing better to do, really. Despite Villain not trying all that hard, Supervillain’s recently noticed Villain’s competency and assign Villain to work closely with them. This care is new to Villain, and they start to enjoy Supervillain’s company. 

However, Supervillain is the total opposite of Villain. Always in the limelight, super charming and engaging. Other villains, civilians, and even heros flock to them like moths. It’s so annoying. Villain is jealous of the people constantly taking Supervillain’s attention away. Why? Do they want that power to sway the room too? Unable to understand the complicated new emotions roiling inside them, Villain decides the only solution is to stage a coup and takes over Supervillain’s position. 

Only when Supervillain is dragged before them, glaring with hatred, does it finally click in Villain’s dense head. It was never Supervillain’s power that they wanted. It was Supervillain. 

Ah sh*t……was it too late to buy flowers and grovel for forgiveness? 

[jerzwriter]

This would have been a fun challenge for the month of February (being 28 days and all), but who says you can't start late! Challenge accepted! Beginning today.

Daily Writing Challenge

Write 5 sentences for your WIP right now. (x)

Imagine a place where you would like to be and write about what you would do there. (x)

What are your OCs pet peeves? (x)

Write a 10 sentence long short story about the object next to you. (x)

Write a summary for a book you would love to read. (x)

Write down 10 words that describe your MC. (x)

Write a micro story about an unusual love. (x)

Explain your MCs motivation in 3 sentences. (x)

Write a poem about an empty house. (x)

Write a 5 sentence long short story from three different perspectives. (x)

What nicknames does your MC have and who gave them to them? (x)

Write a new piece of lore for your WIP. (x)

Write a micro story about someone saying "thank you". (x)

Write about one your OC's tattoos or someone getting one done. (x)

What do you admire about your MC? (x)

Write the dialogue for a scene that's been on your mind. (x)

Write a road trip scene. (x)

Write about your MCs favourite outfit. (x)

Write about something that you can see from your window. (x)

Write about a normal day in your MC's life. (x)

Write 100 words today. It doesn't matter about what. (x)

Write a funny scene. (x)

Write down everything on your mind for five minutes. (x)

Write about your OC's first meeting. (x)

Write a scene in a grocery store. (x)

Write a micro story about an artist and their muse. (x)

Write an end scene, without the beginning. (x)

Write 10 sentences for your WIP right now. (x)

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