#prompt: tinker

[jayceweek]

It's day three of the #JayceWeek2025 birthday festival for some of us already! So grab your tickets and enjoy todays prompts a) Promise and b) Tinker. 🌺

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Enjoy the week and have a fun festival stay! ☀️

For fun festival activities please have your ticket ready and navigate towards our poll booth below. Todays top attraction is "Jayce and the Promise".

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[seecarrun]

“I don’t think you’re actually mad at me.”

Misty clenched her fist a little tighter, willing herself not to let the smile that was so desperately trying to break through sneak onto her lips. “I’m absolutely mad at you,” she told Ash, firmly.

Ash, the little shit, just grinned cheekily. “I don’t think you are,” he sang. “You’re literally smiling.”

He was right, she was smiling, she couldn’t help it. “You got us lost,” she reminded him. “On purpose. We’re supposed to be at a nice clean Pokemon Center, eating a hot meal and taking a warm shower, and instead—”

“Instead,” Ash interrupted, “we’re camping at a lake that has literally been called ‘Water Pokemon Paradise’.” He nudged her with his elbow and raised an eyebrow playfully.

She bit her lip, biting back a smirk. “If Brock finds out, he’s not going to be happy,” she said.

“Good thing no one is going to tell him,” he replied with a laugh. He then winked, holding out his arm for Pikachu to climb up onto his shoulder. “So Mist, are we gonna catch some water pokemon in or what?”

Misty beamed, her heart skipping a beat. “Lead the way.”

[speckled-biscut]

DAY TWO- SHARDS!

[hulloitsdani]

DAY 11: Resplendent!!!

Thank GOD for that new Reginn alt leaning deeper into that steam punk aesthetic. I saw those googles and immediately knew what I had to do.

I had a very chill time with this one. Felt very in my comfort zone, so once the basic sketch was done I allowed myself to just go off without too much thought. The premise of this alt being less front line fighter and more a mechanic for Niðavellir's machines. I think it could be fun if Kiran picks up on that kind of stuff really quickly due to the inherent similarities it has with their own world's machinery.

[thestorygenerater]

Something I remember some people talking about infrequently but never expanded on.

What if Eggman stayed as Mr. Tinker…

And what if the Metal Virus still happened?

Think about it like this, Starline has just been denied by his hero “Eggman” after bringing his memory back but he decides to stay as Mr. Tinker. In an attempt to push Tinker into the Eggman role he goes to his most recent project, the Metal Virus, and uses like in cannon thinking that Eggman would see his success and take control… only for Starline to immediately lose his control.

Cut to Sonic running around, trying to save his friends who he can’t touch or he’ll infect them, ending up at windmill village. Running across more zombots before seeing Eggman and Belle ether cowering or protecting the kids. The same Eggman he was regretting letting go because he thought (and to a degree still thinks) he did this.

Now imagine being Mr. Tinker, your worst project of a life you want to forget is rampaging through the world, your friends are all caught up in it, and your old arch nemesis is there, infected, and doesn’t know if you got your memory back. You did, but he thinks if you did you would be behind everything.

So much character potential

[harrietwritesstuff]

✨WIP (not)-Wednesday✨

Maksym's face is full of cold fury, his hands yanking sharply at the straps, his knuckles white. The movement is rough enough that Vova almost trips forward into his arms. He feels the press of kevlar, the thin ceramic plates against his ribcage over the soft t-shirt.

Vova squirms uncomfortably, then inhales - exhales sharply, trying to loosen the straps, to shrug it off, to get away from Maksym's anger. His hands are shaking.

"This is going to look corwardly. Like I'm scared-"

"I wish you were scared. I will not risk you-- your life for the sake of optics. I need you--"

Maksym stops short, his jaw working over the words, his eyes closing briefly.

Volodymyr swallows, suddenly aware of how close Maksym is. Close enough to touch, to-- Briefly, he is entranced by the thin, delicate skin below his eyes; so oddly vulnerable that his heart aches.

Suddenly, Maksym's eyes are on his - dark, serious.

"Ukraine needs you. Alive. Not a martyr. Do you understand?"

[random-sonic-writing-prompts]

The Phantom Ruby is found and Infinite comes out of it, but he has complete amnesia. Everyone wants to get rid of him but Belle objects, wanting to give him a second chance since she wouldn't have existed if Mr. Tinker wasn't given one.

[leftontheforestfloor]

Listen, Six of Crows set in San Fransokyo

Kaz "born under the Golden Gate Bridge" Brekker

Bot fights and bot gamblings and just general gambling in the shadier part of the city

Kaz being brought into the city with Jordie when he became a student in The San Fransokyo Institute of Technology (SFIT)

Kaz wanting to be a student at SFIT too, but then Jordie dies, his invention and its blueprints stolen

Kaz being saved by one of the school trustees, Pekka Rollins.

Kaz being Pekka's foster's son. He's also trained to steal for Pekka in the name of "you can't expect to live under his roof for free"

Pekka promises he's investigating Jordie's missing blueprints. He tells Kaz of his suspicion that Jordie was murdered

Inej meeting Kaz when he's out monitoring one of the gambling dens one night. She was stealing food.

Inej was child trafficked into SF

She's one of the kids being experimented on for a medical company, insert an on the nose name of a company for Tante Heleen.

She's one of the survivors from a medical experiment and she somehow has a debt that she has to pay back to the company

Pekka Rollins is obsessed with avenging his dead son who he thinks dies because of a trial medication so he decided to steal Jordie's (insert another invention that can help Pekka's scheme) invention

Jesper goes to the same school as Kaz. Street rat and a bit of a druggie but genius in chemistry.

Wylan is from a music school where his richie rich parents are the trustees. People have never seen him. The Van Eck also have claws in the gambling and the medical industry.

Kaz being sent on a basically suicide mission where Rollins doesn't expect him to return from. He tells him not to bother coming home if he doesn't succeed

That is to steal Matthias, a robot from a well-guarded laboratory and his blueprints.

Nina is one of the nurses at the laboratory.

Matthias is not a robot

Sci-fi Six of Crows

Edit : SOMEBODY PLS WRITE THIS :'D

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

The other day I was having a "struggle day" with writing. Nothing I write is coming out fluid, it is sluggish and stilted. I spent a majority of my time writing outlines, trying to tether abstract images that flicker like a distorted slideshow across my brain to a more concrete tangible form.

But if I was to tell certain people in my life this, their first suggestion would be, "If you're struggling with writing, you should use ChatGPT to help you!"

Pushing past the ethics debacle aside for a moment, I don't know how to describe how much that doesn't help with my plight. As much as I dislike creating a rough draft, it is where the idea takes birth. It's through writing the initial scene where I discover a character's motivation or a facet of the world that never crosses my mind until I begin carving away at its rough edges.

The machine doesn't understand the way I'd take a plot point and expand upon it. The machine can't capture my exact phrasing. Technology hasn't developed enough to take a vague idea sloshing inside my skull and glimmer it into existence in front of me in exactly the way I wanted it to be.

I don't always enjoy the rough draft process, but it is a crucial part of the process. I don't want a "paint by numbers" experience. I want to start with a blank canvas and finish with a nauseating, illustrative kaleidoscope of my innermost thoughts and feelings. I want my hands to be stained by the ink and sweat of my own efforts.

I don't care if I get "lost in the past" for wanting that, I'd rather let my words be unfettered and untainted by the uniformity of what a machine thinks is the most "right" way of phrasing words based on trillions of words unrightfully seized by avarice.

[optiwashere]

Ugh, I'm always so annoyed when I write something start-to-finish and leave it alone for a while like usual just to dislike what I wrote later. I happily go on my way to do a simple edit and surprise! What do you know... there's things that need editing.

I need to completely redo all the dialogue. I really pride myself on the flow of my dialogue, so that's a giant mess I've made for myself and I still have a Blades chapter that I'm so close to closing out. Hopefully by next week I'll have both in a place that makes me happy.

Sigh.

[saessenach]

Thinking of doing compilations of kisses for the prompts 🤔

[iridescentis]

i love the idea of taking requests and doing prompts but unfortunately im a pathetically a perfectionist so i can't settle for just writing a few hundred words or drawing a small doodle and calling it a day no i have to full send COMMIT to whatever the prompt is which results in stress overthinking and overall lack of posting Anything

i feel bad not responding to requests with my absolute best work! because everyone deserves something good! but making something good is painstakingly slow 😭

[ladyknightellen]

For The Brownstone Server’s Summer Switcheroo Prompt Exchange!!

Find Me In The Tempest

Chapter: 1/2

Prompt by tabooooosh on Ao3

Banner by @cactusdragon517

Photo ID: a collage of photos depicting scenes from the ocean, sea glass, crashing waves, and sea foam, all in various shades of blue. There is an outline of two hands holding shapes of stars suspended between them as if by magic that is overlayed on the middle image of the collage. Blue text overlays the whole collage that says 'Find Me In The Tempest' and small white text at the very bottom says 'by LadyKnightEllen'

Excerpt:

The fall seems to take forever, but it’s over in the blink of an eye. His last conscious thought is of poor Zarina. All she wanted was for someone to recognize and appreciate her talents, not unlike Alex himself, and look where that got them both. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,’ He thinks as the water claims him, dragging him down the depths as he fades away into unconsciousness.

[lordgortrasha]

open starter

In the candlelight, the array of screws, gears, and mechanical innards glittered like jewels spread across the table. To the untrained eye, it was chaos—tiny parts beyond number, some virtually identical but for miniscule, deliberate distinctions in size and shape. But the attentive observer would note a peculiar sort of pattern in the layout of bits and pieces: a grid, meticulously organized and maintained, with the gleaming head of a Steel Watcher laid squarely in the center.

Even relaxed, there was an innate poise to Enver Gortash, though he was without his characteristic layers and jewels. His coat had been laid aside; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing thick forearms dusted with dark hair. Even his jeweled bracelet rested off to the side, its clawed rings ill-suited to the delicate handling of clockwork. Large hands moved with an impressive amount of dexterity; steady fingers slotted each piece into its rightful place, working as if from some schematic kept entirely in his head.

“If you tell me the guards abandoned their post again, I’ll have them flayed alive.” His delicate work stilled for a moment, low voice thick with authority.

[random-sonic-writing-prompts]

Neo Metal: Where is the prophecized hero?

Cream: How do you know you're not looking at her?

Neo Metal: You think I'm a fool? I heard how she fell out of the sky on a ball of fire. That she's a warrior, unlike anything the world has ever seen.

Charmy: Belle?

Neo Metal: So that is her name... "Belle". Finally. A worth opponent! OUR BATTLE WILL BE LEGENDARY!

submission by inspiredwriterstory