#so probably like... dump the water and wait for the reaper to arrive

[pushing500]

Up for a moral quandary? Two men are stranded in a desert, trying to get to town. One man has a jug of water. If both men drink from the jug, neither will have the energy to get to town before they die. If one man keeps the jug for himself, he'll be able to make it to town, but leave the other to die.

What is the best course of action?

Wondering what Mechi or Kwahu would answer :)

Assuming the two men in this hypothetical are Mechi and Kwahu, the boys would probably have slightly different opinions. Mechi says if we go down, we go down together, while Kwahu is perhaps still very aware that he is not the original/not a "proper" person and that if Yamka gets anyone back, she deserves her "real" brother.

Of course, if anybody else is thrown into the scenario, it's Jones boys for themselves and hope that anyone else gets lost before they find their way to Sparks because they don't want more guests, dammit!!

[charmandhex]

Continuation of this

For @terezis, because Ginny was very excited about the original

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“This is it?”

There’s a lot that Taako is conveying in those three words. Disbelief, displeasure, and disgust chief among them, though there might be some disappointment and dismay hidden in there as well. Kravitz looks between Taako and the pitiful museum the size of a handkerchief that the residents of the Astral Plane call a kitchen, clearly annoyed.

“What’s wrong with it?” Kravitz asks, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You asked for a kitchen. This is a kitchen!”

“In the loosest possible sense of the term.” Taako waves a hand at the room that Kravitz has the audacity to call a kitchen, nose wrinkled in distaste. “That stove looks like it’s older than I am. No, older than Merle. No, older than you. You’re old, right?”

The look on Kravitz’s face says that if the Grim Reaper had any blood floating around in his construct body, his face would be tending toward an interesting shade of purple right now.

Taako clicks his tongue and steps in further, cautious, undecided if he’s worried that the antiques will fall apart around him or if he’s worried that Kravitz is going to attempt to actually dump him in the soul soup. He drags a fingertip across the counter. Dusty, no doubt from disuse spanning years. The refrigerator is running, but it’s certainly not winning any marathons any time soon. It’d be better off with its door ripped off and chucked into the Millers’ floating trash room. The stove is... clean. And hopefully won’t blow up the Raven Queen’s whole castle in some kind of magical gas explosion. The sink works, and Taako sincerely hopes it has a different water source than the one single body of water in this plane. The equipment is limited, down mostly to the essentials, plus one blender that somehow looks as though it may be haunted. The food sitch is even worse: there’s salt, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a frozen protein of some kind that’s seemingly been tucked in the back of the freezer for so long that Taako can no longer identify what it even is, a few magically preserved potatoes that are still sprouting, and some Fantasy Twinkies that have not been magically preserved but are probably still doing better than the potatoes by virtue (or sin) of being Fantasy Twinkies.

“Well?” Kravitz asks, impatient, tapping his foot, single, single, triple, over and over again. “Will this do?”

Taako slowly turns around, blowing out a long breath. “Listen. Kravitz. I have worked in some, uh, unconventional kitchens in my time. I have used the world’s most pathetic campfire to flambé in a rainstorm. I have made soufflé in a moving wagon. I cooked for seven people in a galley kitchen in a ship that flew forward, back, sideways, upside down, and in loop-de-loops for 100 years!” Taako’s voice rises in pitch and volume as he goes, ending by throwing his arms out wide. “So when I tell you I can handle any and every kind of kitchen, you know that’s true. But, uh, my guy, even I can’t pull together a decent meal with what you birdbrains call a stocked pantry!”

Kravitz at once starts angrily sputtering, flashes of the ol’ red-eyed skull coming through before he sighs and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re a wizard. Can’t you- can’t you transmute or conjure food or something!”

Taako huffs before crossing his arms, leaning back into the kitchen counter. “I... can’t.” He admits. The words hang in the air for a long moment.

Kravitz seems to have traded aggravation for confusion. “You can’t what?”

“I can’t do magic.”

“Well, yeah,” a third voice pipes up, and both Taako and Kravitz jump. A young-looking elf, maybe mid-70s, walks out of the inky blackness that has a habit of collecting in corners around here. He’s scrawny, the kind of scrawny Taako recognizes from years on the road, and there’s a shadow under his eyes that Taako thinks death should have cleared up. “It’s part of that whole mess with the deal you two made. Yeah, it’s some kind of nasty magic Fate thread tangle apparently, but ‘course Istus knows more about that.”

“So it’s your fault!” Taako shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at Kravitz.

“Now hold on, we- we both made that deal- Keats, help a Reaper out here-” Kravitz pleads with the new arrival for backup.

“No, he’s right; it is your fault,” Keats throws over his shoulder as he starts digging into the Fantasy Twinkies. Taako has a new favorite employee of the Raven Queen already.

“Now- now wait just a- wait, wait, how did you already know you couldn’t do magic then, hm? Hm?” Kravitz retorts. “Trying to escape were you?”

Taako rolls his eyes. “Uh, no shit, I would have, but not even Mage Hand worked.”

“How come you wanted to do Mage Hand?” Keats asks, mouth full of Fantasy Twinkie and eyes full of mirth as he watches the show.

“To do this,” Taako answers, flipping off Kravitz.

“That’s just rude!” Kravitz throws a hand to his chest, looking offended.

“So’s making a bad deal to trap me in the Astral Plane and steal my magic!”

“I didn’t steal your magic! It’s just... tangled! And for the last time, that wasn’t even my intention, and you shook on it, too!”

Taako inhales, preparing to (loudly) relitigate this argument.

“I have a question,” Keats announces. Taako and Kravitz look over. “Taako, right? Can you make lemon bars?”

Taako blinks. “Can I- of course I can make fuckin’ lemon bars! Best fuckin’ lemon bars on that side of the veil, but that’s not happening over here right now.”

“Make ya a deal.” Keats brushes his hands together matter-of-factly. “Better deal than the one Kravitz made too.”

“That’s not a high bar.”

“Hey!”

“If you make a list of everything you need, I’ll pop over to the Prime Material Plane and make a shopping run. IF you make lemon bars. Uh-uh, no shaking on this one. I don’t want to somehow get tangled up in-” Keats waves a hand at Taako and Kravitz. “Whatever that mess is.”

“Done. Kid, you do this, and I’ll make you enough lemon bars to be a real boy.” Taako starts writing rapidly as Keats passes over pen and paper, either from his pocket or a pocket dimension, Taako doesn’t know or care.

“Thanks, but I’m millennia older than you,” Keats says cheerily.

Kravitz is sputtering again. Taako is mostly ignoring it.

“Keats, you’re grounded.”

“Yeah, but I’m less grounded than you.”

“That’s not even how it works.”

“Is too. You’re double grounded. One, you really boned this one up. And B, you have to stay here with Taako.” Taako tunes out further arguing until his (very long, because again, there is NOTHING in this kitchen) list is done. Keats takes it with a wink and a grin and an “Okay, bye!” as he cuts off Kravitz and disappears back into the shadows.

Kravitz lets out a groan before looking back to Taako.

“Don’t look at me!”

“Keats should be out for a few hours,” Kravitz says wearily. “Time passes at the same speed in both planes, and it’s been a while since he visited.”

“Cool,” Taako says shortly before he turns away, starting to open cupboards again. Someone in the Astral Plane does at least seem to care about kitchen cleanliness, even if they don’t use the thing, and Taako pulls out dish soap.

“Aren’t you going... don’t you want to go somewhere else?”

Taako looks back. “Kitchen’s not gonna clean itself, and thanks to a certain someone, I don’t have magic to help with that.” He explains, carefully weighting the individual words with every measure of his irritation.

“But I have paperwork,” Kravitz whines.

“So go do paperwork,” Taako snaps. You know, it really is a pity that Kravitz is as annoying as he is, because any other time, it probably would have been an upgrade to go from incredibly handsome man staring at him to being indefinitely stuck with said incredibly handsome man. Not that Taako’s gonna tell Kravitz that.

“But I have to make sure you don’t cause trouble.” Yeah, Kravitz’s looks do not make up for his personality. Or his bone-headed decisions.

“Sounds like a you problem, homie.” And before Kravitz can reply again, Taako shuts a cabinet door with a little more force than necessary. “Listen. If I have to be responsible for my own Fantasy Be Our Guest dinner and a show song and dance number in this particular spooky old castle then I will, but I’m not doing that in a dirty kitchen.”

Defeated, Kravitz blows out what might be his longest sigh yet. “I’ll get my paperwork.”

[zevakritpel]

Hell-Bent: Chapter 1-- More like Phantom SICK Man

<Prologue        Chapter 2>

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: Aokise, MomoRiko, Kagakuro, MuroMura, more???

u can find this on AO3 lol

Summary: Adult AU, Criminal Underworld AU. Where Kagami Taiga is a young heir suddenly targeted by 6 rather dangerous members of the criminal underworld (each with their own set of personal troubles), and Kuroko is a bodyguard with a dark past.

Warning: Violence, Strong language, a lil dark and angsty sometimes

[Thursday. Time: 23:23.  Pre-game]

Another jolt of crippling pain shatters through his left eye.

Akashi Seijuro sits still for a few minutes, applying pressure with the bottom of his palm, taking deep, rhythmic breaths until the sensation subsides. He blinks a few times afterwards, to fully regain awareness of himself and his surroundings. Luckily, he's in the privacy of his own study.

Now that he can see clearly again, Akashi looks down at his right hand to see that he had been gripping a chess piece tightly enough to pierce his skin.

He sets the bloodied figure--the black queen-- back on the table, then pulls a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his fingers. The pain is trivial, but to think he let himself go so easily...how unsightly.

With his good hand, Akashi reaches for the blue porcelain tea cup sitting on the edge of his desk, and takes a sip. The cold English Breakfast taste is about as unpleasant as expected, but Akashi is grateful that any kind of liquid was nearby to relieve his dry throat.

He takes a few more deep breaths, then wills himself to stand up straight. Checks his silver pocket watch : half an hour until midnight. Good, there's still time before the guests arrive.

A small trickle of blood runs from his palm and down his wrist: Akashi licks it off absently as he wonders what he should provide for entertainment tonight...

There's a pair of scissors in the back cabinet that should work quite nicely.

[Friday. Time: 12:34.  Small World]

A capillary right under Himuro's eye twitches involuntarily. He's positive that if he told someone that the large, sloth-like mess of limbs and gluttony currently sprawled on the floor is actually one of the most powerful killers in the country--the so-called 'Reaper' of the underworld-- they'd call bullshit.

To be fair, if Himuro hadn't witnessed Murasakibara's capabilities himself, he'd also have a hard time believing something so ridiculous. But Himuro knows (all too well), that with the proper trigger, the childish and lethargic Atsushi before him now can turn into a sadistic killing machine. Memories of these moments always brand themselves inside Himuro's mind, forever reminding him of what he's dealing with.

For now, however, Murasakibara is just a giant sleepy useless lump.

"Atsushi, I swear to God..."  

Himuro squats down next to the other man and taps his cheek, eliciting small, unfriendly noises from Murasakibara.

"Don't sleep on the kitchen floor, you get in the way. Actually, don't sleep at all."

"..........."

Himuro sighs, already tired out from the fruitless endeavour of rousing Murasakibara from his laze. He crosses his legs into a comfortable sitting position and watches the killer rest peacefully for a few minutes.

After a while, clearly not thinking too hard about his actions, Himuro brushes aside the long bangs covering Atsushi's face and runs his fingers lightly along his forehead.

Finally, finally, Murasakibara opens his eyes, violet irises peek through his lashes to look up at Himuro, expression unreadable.

"Eh? So you're finally awake." says Himuro, snatching his hand away quickly. His heart is totally beating at a normal rate right now. Haha. Hah.

"Muro-chin, do we have any jobs set up for the next little while?" Murasakibara asks in his usual drawl, trying to sit up.

He gives up halfway through out of sheer laziness and instead opts to rest his heavy head in Himuro's lap.

"Ah um! Uh....n-no. Now that Madame Masako's working on negotiations, she said she wants to avoid unnecessary bloodshed so...why? Does it have to do with those calls you were getting yesterday?"

Muraskibara doesn't answer for a few long moments.

"It's a huge pain in the ass..." he finally mumbles, apparently not aware of how the proximity between his mouth and Himuro's thigh is affecting the other man.

"But they'll probably get Araki involved too, and then...I'll have to......ugh. Like I give a shit about 'Kagami Taiga'......."

"Wait. Wait. What."

No way. There's no way.

Him?

[Friday. Time: 14:16.  Surprises]

In the 24 hours Kagami has spent under Riko's new security regime, he has tried to escape nine times, only to have each attempt thwarted by the relentless guard dog that is Kuroko Tetsuya. For someone who was hired to protect Kagami, this Kuroko character sure seems to enjoy shaving the years off Kagami's life by appearing out of nowhere. All the time, he does this.

Riko wasn't kidding when she called him Kagami's 'new shadow'. Fuck.

And how is this weakling supposed to protect him, anyways? He's so small and bland, doesn't smell like a fighter at all. The only assertiveness he shows is his stubborn resolve to dog Kagami's daily life.

Until now, the young heir has been spending most of his time on his own, so who can really blame him for wanting to be alone, away from the quiet and annoyingly persistent 'protection' of this pale imitation of a human being.

And so, desperate to get away, the young heir lies in wait for the next chance to run.

Chance number ten comes around soon enough, when Kuroko asks suddenly, in his soft, cool voice: "Do you mind if I use your shower?"

Kagami is slightly taken aback at first, since this is the first thing his bodyguard has said in the past day that isn't "Where do you think you're going, Master Kagami?"

"Uh...yeah, go ahead."

Kuroko nods politely and gathers up his black work bag. Once he's at the bathroom door, he pauses, turning back to flick his unblinking baby blue eyes up at Kagami.

"What is it..."

"Nothing. Please do not take this opportunity to go off alone."

And with that, he disappears into the bathroom.

Kagami waits until he can hear the sound of running water and the clutter of shampoo bottles. Then he books it.

LIKE HELL HE'S NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY. IS THAT GUY AN IDIOT?

Years of training and natural physical ability allow Kagami to practically fly down the stairways of his apartment complex. His legs are as powerful and fast, but also carry his weight lightly.

He checks his back several times to make sure Kuroko isn't in pursuit, and hones his ears for any vibrations in the stairwells. Blissfully safe.

Once outside, he ducks around to the back of the building, not yet sure which escape route is the best. He can't savour the taste of freedom quite yet, but at least he's bought himself a few minutes. If Kuroko contacts Riko in the next ten minutes, any of his usual hideouts will be exposed. Best to go down through the underpass and-

"I told you not to run off without me."

Kagami makes a throttled sound in the back of his throat as he whips his body around to face a very wet, very, very close Kuroko.

"JESUS! FUCK HOW DO YOU DO THAT!"

How the hell did he catch up so fast? There's no way he could've covered so much ground in so little time, not unless he had been in immediate pursuit, which is impossible.

A chill runs through Kagami. He cranes his head up for a moment, then looks back down at Kuroko's stoic expression.

There's no way.

"Did you ... from the balcony?"

"I thought it would be faster that way."

He thought it would be...faster that way.

Who the fuck.

"Holy shit..."

This bastard scaled down from the seventh floor in a matter of seconds without a scratch on him? That's over twenty meters, without an escape ladder, either.

Could it be....... Kuroko really isn't as weak as he looks?

"I understand you want to go outside, but it's dangerous for many reasons. So if you could please wait until I finish so-"

"Okay, okay," Kagami raises his hand, still struggling to understand just what the fuck. Should he resign himself to the fact that he won't be rid of Kuroko so easily?

No, no. He still hasn't acknowledged or accepted this arrangement. No one's explained what these 'dangers' are to him, or why he should have to put up with a guard in the first place. But...well, this could be interesting in its own way.

"More importantly..."

Kagami  eyes Kuroko, whose appearance isn't exactly fit for the public eye: dripping wet hair still soapy with shampoo, shirt unbuttoned and open to reveal his thin frame and the pale chest underneath; also, it seems he's only managed to throw on a pair of boxers before flinging himself out the window of Kagami's seventh-floor apartment. The bodyguard himself seems unconcerned.

Well, there's no helping it. Kagami unzips his own black sweater, slips it off and dumps it onto the smaller man's head unceremoniously.

"Wha- oomf."

Kuroko  peeks under the arm of the sweater, blinking a few times in surprise.

"Master Taiga?"

"Are you crazy? Don't go jumping out of buildings, it's bad for my heart."

Kuroko opens his mouth to respond, pauses, then reconsiders and just opts for his usual polite nod. Still, there the ghost of a smile plays on his lips as he drapes the borrowed sweater over his shoulders, then follows Kagami back to the apartment complex.

.

It isn't until two hours later, when they're both sitting in a nearby fast food chain, that Kagami realizes. Mouth still full of food, Kagami half-stands with a start, pointing his finger furiously at the bodyguard across from him.

"You bastard!  You set that whole thing up so you could show off your skills to me, didn't you ?!"

Kuroko tilts his head to the side and takes his sweet time sipping from his vanilla shake before responding:

" You were being difficult. Also please swallow before you speak."

"AHHH YOU FUCKING- ugh."

[Friday. Time: 19:43.  The Plot Kinda Thickens]

A brief mental break is in order.

Riko sits up and stretches her arms over her head, craning her neck until she feels a satisfying crack. Next, she rummages through her desk drawer until she finds a small white bottle of chewable vitamin C tablets. She takes one, letting it sit on her tongue to dissolve slowly. Blueberry flavour.

Slumping back against her rather ergonomic leather office chair, Riko pushes her glasses onto her forehead and rubs her temples  with her fingertips. Her brain is fried from work, so she shuts her eyes from the scattering of folders and papers strewn about her desk. She already spent a long, sleepless night yesterday reading and processing data, and she knows all too well that tonight's going to be a hell of a lot longer.

A couple minutes pass before Riko opens her eyes to reality again. Still as grim as ever, huh?

She checks her phone: 1 message from Taiga, begging her to reconsider assigning 'this fucking guy' to him, with an attached photo of what appears to be armed bodyguard Kuroko Tetsuya holding up a stray puppy.

Riko snorts out loud: amazing. She laments a little that she isn't there to see Taiga's reaction, but laments even more that she isn't there to pet that FUCKING ADORABLE DOG. ~KYAH~

Well, it's a good thing those two are getting along. Hyuga was the one that screened Kuroko for this job, so Riko knows this kid must be the real deal: of all her subordinates, Riko trusts Hyuga's word the most.

On top of the recorded physical competency, this Kuroko seems to be handling the young master just fine. This helps the young Head of Security rest just a little easier.

Especially since it appears that the main players in this whole game are far more dangerous than Riko had initially anticipated.

The limited (but valuable) information Riko was able to obtain presents her the following list of major fucking problems:

Midorima Shintarou--This name Riko is already quite familiar with. He currently belongs to an  assassin group known as 3K, which seems to target only corrupt politicians, lawyers, and other people in positions of power.  A renowned sniper, known for his impossibly long-range accuracy and 100% success rate.

Aomine Daiki-- Another name well known in the underground. Unrivaled in hand-to-hand combat, Aomine was until recently employed by Arbiter Katsunori as a living weapon, often involved in dispelling troublesome gang conflicts. Quit recently due to 'personal reasons'. Whether he will face consequences for this remains unknown.

Murasakibara Atsushi-- Referred to in some circles as 'Reaper' for his merciless group kills. His hits are rare, and more often than not gang related. Currently working under Madame Masako of the Araki Group as clean-up and bodyguard.

Akashi Seijuro-- Born into a family that is known to run one of the largest crime syndicates on the continent. Unlike his father, his existence and activities are shrouded in nothing but mysteries and rumours. Likely to be pulling the strings on a number large of criminal operations, without getting directly involved himself.

Kise Ryouta -- His dossier is the only one to come with photographs. A popular young model, well-behaved with a charming public image... and may very well be doubling as a freelance, versatile tool for various sectors of the underground. Riko's informant also made sure to underline the word 'honey trap' several times, which speaks for itself.

The only thing that seems to connect these people is the assurance of Riko's trusted source that, without a doubt, they have all been enlisted to come after Master Taiga. Obviously there is much, much more at hand, but...

Riko sighs heavily and picks up a file at random. She tries to read it, but the words look blurry...oh. No, she just forgot to put on her reading glasses.

Maybe she should call it a night, after all.

Just as Riko is about to set the papers down  (so she can slam her face into her desk and sleep until the dawn), her eye catches onto a particular name that for some reason hadn't registered the first five hundred  times she had read through them all.

Momoi Satsuki...huh.

Notes: (i copy pasted from AO3 because i think they add to the reader experience lol)  You would not believe how many KNB osts and character songs I listened to hype myself up while writing this omg.Also what's with me and cliff-hangers, I need to find my chill.Also also, fun fact: the '3K' in Midorima's assassin group name stands for 'Three Kings'THANKS FOR READING BLESS BLESS BLESS.

[from-story-to-screen]

A Compilation of some of my favorite Writing Prompts

The royal family employs no bodyguards. A would-be assassin discovers why.

Two gay guys and two lesbians have to pretend to be straight for an entire weekend, pretending to be each other’s dates for a wedding.

You, a time traveler, accidentally introduces 21st-century slang to Shakespeare.

Angel/demon romance, where the demon is the stuffy, orthodox one and the angel is like “hold my beer”.

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search histories. You’re a serial killer, you go on a date with a writer.

You have many of the abilities of a Disney princess. You can talk to animals, people burst into song around you, it seems every other day a “prince charming” type falls madly in love with you. As one of the most feared mafia enforcers in New York, it’s tough, but you make it work.

Dating an immortal and you find a photo album of their exes dating back a century. All the exes sort of look like you and the immortal’s been dating all of them in the hopes of getting you to remember your first life when you first met them.

You are what mankind believes to be the devil. However there are three things that they’re got all wrong: 1. Everyone goes to heaven, no matter what they do in life. 2. You’re the only one who’s ever escaped heaven. 3. Heaven is absolutely fucked.

The world goes through 2000 year natural cycles of magic and non-magic. The non-magical cycle is about to end any day now.

After Lucifer was kicked out of heaven, he decided to make his own paradise. Both compete to have the best afterlife, sadly you lived a sin-free life and got sent to heaven. God is throwing a very boring, sin-free party. You spend your time trying to get kicked out so you can go to hell.

You come from a family of highly respected heroes. All three of your big brothers are known as powerhouses, but you rarely see them since they’re always saving the city. One day you realize that the only way to see all of your brother is to become a villain. Turns out you’re better at it than you thought, and family dinners suddenly become the most amusing time of day.

Write a completely ordinary story about an ordinary person’s life with an almost unsettlingly idyllic environment, but at the end reveal that the main character is an unreliable narrator and has actually been on a murdering spree the entire time.

Your roommate is literally the devil, surprisingly, he is the best roommate you’ve ever had.

Every person on earth is born with a tattoo on each arm. One matches your soulmate, and one matches your worst enemy. However, most people have no clue which is which. You do, because they are both the same.

Grim Reaper, not tied to any particular religion, they just personify death and collect the soul and take them...where? What if they’re like afterlife HR? Where they go depends on their belief.

A show/book where each chapter has a new story with a new set of characters and each chapter ends in a cliffhanger. In the final chapter(s), they show conclusions for all the stories, and reveal that the stories connect like puzzle pieces.

Twilight, but Bella stays in Arizona and it’s about Charlie Swan finding out that his best friend is a werewolf and the town doctor he’s trusted for years is a vampire, and he helps stop the vampires that are murdering everyone.

A guy who runs for president and wins but suddenly realizes that he doesn’t want to be president and just starts doing ridiculous things to try to get impeached but it never works because they always end up miraculously being the right thing to do. 100% approval rating, most popular president ever.

The Purge but it’s 24 hours where retail workers can be as rude as they want.

You’re part of a community that lives on an island, no other land mass in sight. When a crime is committed, the person responsible has to “go find more land” to redeem their honor. Someone has yet to return. You’ve just been caught stealing.

Your alternate universe self comes to kill you. The only thing is, you are the evil version.

A seemingly bottomless pit was found, for which the depth can’t be determined. Over time, scores of people began using it to illegally dump trash, many have jumped in to die, while others jumped believing that they’ll find life’s answers within. Today, the truth about the hole is learned.

Your phone rings; the number looks familiar. You pick up to hear your own voice asking you for help.

Your daughter has been begging you for a pony, and you told her to write a letter to Santa. On Christmas morning, you find a fire-breathing horse in your front yard, and a package by your front door. Looks like she wrote a letter to Satan, and he delivered.

You’re an assassin with a 6th sense. You help ghosts seek out vengeance for the wrong that was done to them when they were alive.

If the eyes of an animal are on the sides of the animal’s head, they are a “prey” species. If the eyes are on the front, they are a “predator” species. Explain why nature designated dragons as a “prey” species.

In a world where what doesn’t kill you literally makes you stronger, you run a clinic that gives people near-death experiences.

The wrinkled fingertips are just the beginning of the transformation. We just always leave the water too early.

Since you were 8 years old, you’ve been helping people and giving things away for free; the only condition: that one day you’ll call on that person for a favor. You’re now 33 and owed 10,000 favors. You decide to call them in all at once.

As a babysitter you are putting a young girl to bed. She says, “Don’t worry, there aren’t any monsters in the closet. Daddy keeps them all locked up in the basement.”

The reaper does not bring death, he follows it. The reaper is not an omen of doom, he is a guardian, sent to protect your soul on its way from one world to the next. The things that wait between the worlds are...unpleasant.

A photographer and a sniper meet in a bar. Neither is aware of the other’s occupation. They talk about “how to take the perfect shot”.

You are the devil and you have been summoned via a satanic ritual. As you manifest yourself, you find yourself in a quaint living room and meet a sweet old lady who just wants some company.

Art museum guards don’t guard the painting in fear that someone might steal them, they guard the artwork in fear that someone might get too close and fall in.

The devil mixed up your paperwork and gave you someone else’s personal hell, which to you, is heaven.

When the police came to announce you the death of your husband, you refused to believe it. “That’s impossible,” you said. “Unfortunately, it’s the truth, miss,” answered the policemen. “It’s impossible,” you say again,” because he’s in the kitchen making dinner”.

A man who sees ghosts checks himself into a mental institution, oblivious to the fact that the facility has been closed for almost 30 years.

You’re in charge of assigning every child on earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to them to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

You have an ATM that gives you the exact amount of money you need to survive for the day, how you spend it is your choice. Today you are given $70,000,000.

Every time a person makes a promise or bargain, a tattoo is etched onto their skin. You just went out with friends drinking so much, you passed out. Upon awakening, you can’t recall what happened and realize that your whole arm has been inked black. Someone knocks on your door

“Welcome to hell! As the seventh human to ever arrive here, you are now an official member of the 7 Deadly Sins!”

Your oldest brother is a military genius. Your little sister has cured 3 types of cancer. The twins are working on a new method of locating planets fit for terraforming. And you...you are mom’s favorite.

I know i’m getting close to finishing my time machine because I’ve caught several older versions of myself trying to sabotage my lab.

Dream superpower: the ability to manipulate probability.

Every time you die your injured limbs and body parts are replaced by machines and you slowly become less and less human until the point where you have no human body parts left and must decide whether you will continue to fight for humanity, with which you have no remaining connection.

There’s a love triangle but then the girl realizes she’s asexual and gets a puppy and a cat and the two boys fall for each other. Boys realize they were only fighting for the girl because they wanted to impress one another other.

A ghost and a zombie come from the same person. Ghost watches their zombie body stumbling around with dismay.

A tattoo appears on people’s skin at key points in their life and they must figure out what they mean.

The asteroid that hit the earth and killed the dinosaurs was actually a UFO and humans are the aliens.

Four roommates are extraterrestrials who have taken human form in the hopes of learning about earth’s culture. Unfortunately, each alien is from a different planet and believes the other three are normal humans.

Your super power is that you are average at everything you do. (flying, communicating with aliens, curing cancer, etc.)

The year is 2030. The first astronauts have landed on Mars. They find a cave with a single human skeleton and 4 words written on the wall.

You have the ability to hear the honest answer to any question just by looking at a person and mentally asking the question. It was all fun and games until you looked in the mirror and asked a question you shouldn’t have.

A woman is cursed by the gods to kill any man she falls in love with. She falls in love with a man who was cursed by the gods with immortality.

The remains of the human race live in a glass dome with no entrance or exit, which protects them from the wasteland on the outside. One morning a dusty handprint appears on the outside.

Suddenly, all over the world, all children start drawing the same thing over and over again.

Your doorbell rings and it’s a person from an alternate universe who says “i just wanted you to know that you are my favorite book character and i know how it ends and i want to change it.”

You get a deep cut for the first time in your life; instead of bone or muscle, you see wires.

“My domain is time,” said the genie. “Instead of three wishes, you get three decisions. Go back and choose again.”

You’re an archaeologist working on a dig when you uncover a thick pane of glass. You dust the dirt away, and see the inside of a massive bio-dome, hidden for too long. Only one organism is inside, and it was meant to be forgotten.

A child is kidnapped. Outraged, the monsters living under the bed and in their closet vow to find them.

You die. As you go up to paradise, you notice it seems to be in ruins. Then you find the corpse of god.

“And the legions of Hell rose from the great split in the earth, but they did not emerge in a geyser of flame. The demons and monsters varied greatly, from delicate, sapphire wings to great, lumbering monstrosities. At the head of the army walked Lucifer himself, a dark cloak flowing beside him. The forces of Hell had arrived, to save humanity from Heaven’s wrath.”

Write a superhero story that’s narrated by the villain, who leads the reader to believe that they are the hero. However, due to the biased narration the reader only realizes that they’ve been misled in the final sentences.

Since the beginning of time, humanity has believed that death is universal. Everything that is born must also die. We’ve created our world around this single fact, worshipped gods, sacrificed and prayed, but when we finally make contact with the rest of the universe it is discovered that death is in fact not real. Most aliens believe it’s a silly old legend, and it is determined that only humans do in fact die. Write what comes of this discovery.

You’re alone in your room when suddenly, you disappear and arrive in an unknown location. Turns out you’re in hell and this time, the tables have been turned. You’ve been summoned by a demon who needs your help.

They say that “history is written by the victors.” Turns out, so are fairytales; they’ve been twisted by the “heroes” of the fairytale world to make themselves look like they’ve always been in the right. You are a fairytale villain at a support group for characters like you.

You’re a wealthy and famous writer whose bestselling children’s series, about a young girl escaping her house nightly to battle monsters in a fantasy world, has brought you endless success. Following your daughter’s eighth birthday, you start to notice strange cuts and bruises on her in the morning, which she casually dismisses. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and one night you enter your daughter’s bedroom far past her bedtime, but it’s not the room you know that you step into—it’s the world of your own series’ Book Five.

You’re a demon who governs the creation of Personal Hells; parts of Hell created for the truly despicable designed specifically around them. You’ve just gotten a submission for someone who doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything.

Apparently the tooth fairy is a pretty controversial figure among skeletons. some think she is a thief that steals mouth bones others think she is the true skeleton queen.

“I would probably win an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in a biopic about my own life.”

Why can’t the pirate get the princess for once?

Conversation prompt: “We’re a team of highly trained professionals.” “No you’re not, you’re all wearing friendship bracelets.”

You have been accepted into a school for supernatural creatures. You decide to let your teachers and classmates guess what you are.

A story about vigilante Victorian prostitutes hunting down Jack The Ripper.

Every person, at exactly midnight on New Years following their 22nd birthday, possesses the body of their soulmate; people run around trying to figure out who they are so they can find one another, leave notes for the body’s owner to find with their address. There are language gaps so people have to translate it and travel to different countries carrying the notes they’re left. Write about the search and adventure of one.

A retired supervillain is in the bank with his 6 year old daughter when a new crew of super villains comes in to rob the place.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve worn glasses. Your parents always made sure you had them on and formed the habit. One day you forget them and realize you can see something no one else can.

The character wakes up multiple times a week with inexplicable bruises on their arms and legs. The day they graduate from college, an agent from the CIA approaches them and introduces them to Project Nightlight.

I hit play and watch myself in the recording. But what i see isn’t what i remember.

At birth, everyone has the date they will die imprinted on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday.

Every baby is taken away by the government and returned when they are ten years old. They never remember what happened in those years, but they always recognize their parents. You, however, remember everything. And those aren’t your parents.

You were born with the ability to know what is buried beneath your feet. You have worked for years alongside archaeologists finding lost cities and ancient treasures. However, today is the first time you have ever said “We should not dig here.”

A man calls 911 and says in a soft voice, “I am currently sitting next to the little girl you are looking for. She is safe, for now, but if no one comes to get her quick enough, i will be forced to do something unspeakable to her kidnappers”.

Human emotions can be bottled and sold on the black market. You are in desperate need of money and sell yours. It will take months to grow back, leaving you empty inside. The next day you meet Her.

You are a recently hired psychiatrist in a mental hospital. Some of your patients insist that they were once staff, but are now being held prisoner/hostage by the actual patients that now run the hospital.

A depressed guy moves into a house which is inhabited by 7 demons, each one corresponding to a different Deadly Sin. But, they are trying to help him get back on his feet.

Your girl is a member of a shadowy organization bent on ruling the world. Your best friend is a CIA operative, and your dog is a secret escaped lab experiment. And you? Well, you run a website debunking conspiracy theories.

You slowly begin to realize that all your friends are undercover agents tasked with keeping you alive. Then, at your birthday party, with every one of your friends surrounding you, the people trying to kill you finally find you.

You adopt 4 teenage girls. As they grow up, you begin to realize that each one of them represents a horseman of the apocalypse. All hell breaks loose when Famine steals War’s significant other.

In the future, virtual reality has flourished. One of the more controversial uses is prisons. Whatever crime you commit, you have to relive it through your victim’s point of view. It’s your first day in prison and you’re terrified because of what you did.