#wrtiting prompts

[pendarling]

I Can't Keep Up The Act

Pretending to be a reformed villain was the stupidest idea they could've imagined.

For weeks, Villain had been systematically tasked with only one objective: exploiting and destroying the heroes from the inside. It was brilliant; after all, who was more capable of manipulation than them?

However, had they put their mission first instead of their emotions, Villain might have never been in this situation. They sighed and locked the door in their quarters. Villain pushed their laptop out from beneath their bed and looked at the last email sent from their boss. There would be a power outage in the headquarters any minute, either today or tomorrow.

It was supposed to be a final attack on the heroes; villains had planned this event for months, and the invasion would happen soon.

They bit their thumb, still nervous at the prospects of the event. What was it? Someone once described this feeling as having a change of heart, but how could a villain like themselves ever betray their own for something like that?

Villain often caught their eyes lingering on Hero's small frame from a distance in the lounging area. They were doing that thing again. The one where they put up that big smile with laughter that just bounced off the halls.

It annoyed them, it was seriously pissing them off.

At the same time, though, they couldn't shake this feeling chasing them, dragging them, begging Villain to succumb. It must've been some kind of trick. They tried to convince themselves. This would all go away as soon as they heard the satisfying sounds of Hero break.

Their eyes stayed lingering on Hero, silently observing them. They had their suspicions from the past week begin to grow that maybe Hero was finally catching onto them, and that wouldn't be so good, would it?

"Good morning, Villain."

They glared hard at Hero's feeble attempt at fabricating their kindness. They rolled their eyes, frowning as they looked away, "It's the afternoon now."

"Oh…" Their hands fiddled at their shirt and looked at the clock behind Villain, "…so it is… I guess that's just what happens when I'm always working. Losing track of time and all." They sat next to Villain on the chair's cushion. What was the use of trying to cozy up to them? It wasn't going to work. Villain wouldn't fall for that.

The criminal wondered how long they needed to converse with Hero until they got the hint. Their eyes stayed glued onto the far wall as the criminal remained silent.

"You're kinda lucky though, you just got here so nobody really expectes anything from you."

Was that a jab at their competency? Did Hero think highly of themselves or something? The irritated faces they made didn't go unnoticed this time. Causing a scene right now wasn't in their best interests, Villain instead chose a different approach. They had to convince everyone they weren't a threat, even if that forced them to befriend Hero in some way. They seethed with a feigned smile through gritted teeth.

Hero reflected their expression back, but they had to admit there was a charm to this specific smile they didn't see Hero display with anyone else.

"Right…" Why were they reacting so poorly?

This was definitely some kind of tactic to get Villain to unveil their intentions; Hero knew what this game was about.

But that didn't explain the warmth comforting their heart so graciously.

"Actually, come to think of it, I don't think you ever got the opprotunity to look around the place to its fullest."

Their eyes lit up; that was perfect. Having a look around at the building would better expose all of its weakest points. Maybe Hero wasn't as brilliant as they'd assumed. This was their chance to return the layout information to Supervillain; they would no longer need to sneak around.

As they headed down the long corridors, Villain trailed behind Hero, admiring the cleanliness. Back in the Villain's base, or what was supposed to be a base, was really just a collection of scattered buildings and secret entrances to dark rooms. Villain grew solace in this, so there weren't any problems with it, but there wasn't any harm in respecting what the enemy's HQ was like.

"I had thought you were lying when you first got here."

Villain paused in their tracks. Hero's soft words caught them off guard. They almost didn't catch it at all. For some reason, it really stung to be doubted by their rival of all people.

"What?" They stammered.

Hero turned to them slowly, their eyes carrying shame and guilt, "I'm really sorry for distrusting you." Their hands moved around their head, and their eyes stayed fixated on the floor, "I mean, I know you said you were going to do better, and you did, but still…" they sighed, "I found myself questioning your intentions from time to time, but it turns out-- you really are getting better at this!"

They sheepishly laughed, that melody escaping from them, an irritatingly beautiful voice.

"Why are you sorry?"

Villain held their tongue. They didn't mean for those thoughts to escape them. Hero stopped and looked up.

"Well, I only have that to offer." They walked closer and took Villain's palms into their hands, "So, let's be friends this time. No more awkward tension between us, okay?"

Their brows furrowed with confusion; it was overwhelming for their worst adversary to tell them all this now. There wasn't any time for them to negotiate their feelings. They had a mission to lead, and Villain's part was crucial.

If anything, they should apologize for misleading Hero like this and still faking it. Did Hero honestly fall for all of this?

They were awful.

"Yeah… Thanks for believing in me, I didn't think you would appreciate my company. It's good to know we both feel the same way about this, then."

It must have been a sickness to be so bold to keep lying to Hero like this. It must've been. Even though they were confident that watching Hero's pretty face turn to horror would be their dopamine earlier today, Villain was disgusted at themselves.

"I guess we do."

Hero's hands. They were so warm.

Or was that just them again?

Villain really couldn't tell. All they knew in that instance was that they would protect their hero no matter what changed in the plan.

~~~

MASTERLIST

[nicaswritingandprompts]

Dialogue Prompt

"How did you learn you were allergic to Slimes?"

"The hard way."

[dullahandyke]

meant to be studying but instead im just reading the short story prompts for engluish paper 1 composition question and imagining what id write for each of them

[zmbiesblog]

She’s desperate. It’s sad and pathetic, she knows how she looks keeping up this act but she can’t stop.

The deep hatred for herself fuels her. Grasping onto something that will never last, she cries to herself.

Ready to hold on till her nails break and warm blood drips from her sweaty palms. She’s in pain, but she likes it.

It’s the only feeling she experiences now.

She wishes that weren’t the case but she’s happy with whatever she gets.

At least she knows she’s still alive.

[de-vee-l]

I like exploring wierd superpowers combined with mental disorders. Because you can't tell me a depressed teen with a power to turn their body into mist never tried to mistify their body completely to the point where they just exist in half conscious gas state taking up an entire room yet being so thin they are almost non existent, losing the grounding feeling of being touched by anything, reaching peak relaxed state for the physical body left with only their mind reminding them of how fragile and unimportant their very existence is

And then mom comes into the room complaining why it's so messy and why the homework still isn't done

[cheyj05]

Gimme writing prompts

I'm trying to practice writing short and non-big narratively like I tend to. All the ones I find are too specific or for fucking shipping (or romance in general.) So gimme writing prompts!

[adelaxoxo4]

tumblr prompts

going back into my fanfic wrtiting stage

taking requests for rofa, larry, and/or tarlos

[baizhuo]

aight im here now . time for them starters :3

edit to add: fair warning i am absolutely using a wrtiting prompt generator cause some of the prompts are FUNNY

[coolmoonsalad]

Would you rather have paint thinner for tears or glue for snot?

[pendarling]

Confessing To Cheating Prompts + Responses

"Sorry honey, I thought I knew better."

"I didn't look them in the eyes though, I swear!"

"How could I say I love you to someone I barely know."

"It was a one-off thing, c'mon! It wasn't serious!"

"Yeah I cheated and yeah, I lied! So what?"

"Baby, you know why it had to happen."

"It was just during our break!"

"Well, what about you, huh? Aren't you seeing them a little too often?!!"

"Fine! Blame me for everything that I've done, but don't act like you wouldn't have done it too."

"I just... I have certain needs that needed to be met..."

"You were busy, I was stressed, I needed a way out!"

"I promise it won't happen again, please, give me another chance!"

"It isn't that I don't love you, I'm just an idiot that makes mistakes."

"You are my one true love, I was a little distracted that's all."

"And even if I could be with every person in the world, I'd still be thinking of you!"

"Oh... like you didn't know that's the type of person you chose to date. You know I don't play by those rules."

"I can't be caged in this relationship, okay?"

"So what? Are you just going to leave me now?"

"You're taking this sooo seriously."

--- Responses ---

"You selfish fucker! You took away my time, energy, my LIFE for this, and you go behind my back and betray me???"

"I don't care. Just pack your things and go. Now."

"Of course it was with them; I always knew it..."

"But you said you loved me! Me!"

"I don't care."

"What did I do wrong? I can fix that."

"I can give you what you want, whatever it is I'll do better."

"So you want me to just shut up about it?"

"We had a promise, and you broke it."

"What am I supposed to tell everyone?"

"Great. That's what I needed to know when I'm at my lowest."

"No. No more second chances, I'm through with you!"

"And what did they have that I don't?"

"Ever since, you've just been acting differently."

"I know you only think of yourself, but you've taken it too far this time."

"Okay."

"It's about time."

"I thought you said you've dealt with all your exes."

"I need... time to process all this."

"Why the hell are you telling me this now, huh?!"

"There's the door."

"Well, sorry for getting your way!"

"I don't think... I can ever forgive you for this."

"Maybe it's best if we break it off."

~~~ MASTERLIST

[zeuse-in-atlantis]

Saintober 10 - Forgiveness

Kanon could have tried to forgive, but he didn’t want to. 

He could’ve forgiven Shion for all that crap about staying hidden. To ask more questions about that cruel and nonsensical rule, to demand a place for him. To try to understand that the Great Pope’s role came with responsibilities and rules and all kinds of bullshit that needed to stay in place to maintain the natural order of things. But Shion never cared about giving more explanations, nor to look at him in the eyes as a complete human being, instead of treating him like Saga’s spare. 

He was never seen as a complete person, no.

Kanon could try to forgive Saga, yes, for being so fucking naïve and not realizing (accepting, really) how he was as evil as Kanon, how he had embraced the darkness as well. Yes, Kanon might forgive his twin for being such a terrible brother, always jealous of someone else, always wanting what he didn’t have. And oh, how much he actually had. 

With love, he could try to forgive their goddess; kind with humanity but cruel to her own Saints, making a cycle repeat itself again and again and again. Kanon could forgive her for being there yet being absent at the same time. He had no time to wait for her so he could start living. 

And with a little effort, Kanon could even forgive himself for what he was about to do, yes, because it was all justified. But holding with hatred the trident, he decided to leave forgiveness for another day.

Who needs forgiveness when you have pain?

[senpiecakes]

Person A: *goes out to target wearing an inflatable Halloween T-Rex*

Person B: See, this is the person I fell in love with. Do I have regrets? No... not really.

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

To-do list

[uhmmmsweetie]

A accidentally discovered that B has (or at one point had) a crush on them, but they came by the information in a way that feels (or just plain is) dishonest. B isn't making any (clear) moves so if A wants to talk about it, they'll likely have to be the one to bring it up.

[beamsmom]

Thinking of starting an au here :) ,most probably will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[wide-eyed--wonderer]

“We are NOT dressing up my animal in a halloween costume.”

Apparently, I was not done writing baby Race. But a little short and sweet one for today. 

Two years ago, then 13-year-old Charlie Morris Kelly - Larkin met the love of his life. 

His dog, Louie. 

Technically speaking, Louie is a service dog. People generally will move out of the way for a golden retriever like Louie, but not a teenager with a leg brace and cane. 

Go figure. 

Now at 15years old, there are very few places Charlie will go without his dog. Including, taking his younger brother trick or treating. 

“We are not dressing up my dog in a Halloween costume!.” Charlie told his brother for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

“But Charlie,” Race pleaded, pulling out his puppy dog eyes, “think about how cute he’d look in this.” Race shoved his phone up to Charlie’s face, showing him the Halloween costume he’d picked out. 

And fine, Charlie will admit it, the costume is cute. 

“See, Louies gonna dress up as Stitch, and I’m gonna be Lilo, and you and Jack are gonna be Pleakley and Jumba. Your Pleakey, obviously and-”

“Race slow down! I ain’t said yes yet! And what about Jack, does he know about this? Hey? What does he think?” 

“I asked Jackie this morning when he dropped me off at school. He already said yes, as long as you were ok with it.” 

Of fucking course Jack did. Making Charlie choose whether to break Races heart or not. 

Asshole. 

Charlie sighed, knowing he’d lost the battle ever since Race approached him with the idea. He tried one more last ditch effort to get out of it. 

“Who's gonna be Nani, and where are you even gonna get these costumes from? It's way too late to order” Race rolled his eyes.

“Obviously Katherine is going to be Nani and Mama told me we could borrow costumes from the theatre.” Race smiled up at Charlie, knowing as well as he did how this was going to end.

Charlie looks over his brother once, searching for the ability to say no to him. 

It’s not something he's ever been able to do. 

“Fine -” Race throws himself in his brother's arms. 

“Thank you thank you thank you” Charlie chuckled and grabbed his brother back. 

“Easy on the leg Race. and I love ya too.” Charlie ruffled Race’s hair, “Go show me what you’ve got to make Louie's costume and we’ll work on it together hey?” Race beamed and ran off to his room. 

Charlie saying yes was always a sure thing.

Let me know what you think!!