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Master Prompt List

Romantic Prompts

Romance Prompt Lists (Masterpost)

Bad romances/unrequited/break-up (Masterpost)

Flirting + Teasing Prompts (Masterpost)

Two smart and also stupid people in love

Romance Dialogue - Bubbly + Reserved

Push and pull romantic prompts

Jealousy Prompts

heartbreaking.

Things said during sex Prompts

Awkward Post-Sex Dialogue

Smut Prompts (Masterpost)

One-Liners Dialogue - Romantic, Smutty + Physical (Masterpost)

Love Language - Showing, not telling love

Love Language - Showing you care

Romance Dialogue Prompts – Uncomfortable with affection

Grumpy Affectionate Dialogue

Grumpy + Sunshine Dialogue

Inexperienced with romance Prompts

Love Confessions (Masterpost)

Lovers being caught Prompts

OTP Christmas Prompts

Meet Cutes/Meet Uglies

Relationship Milestones (Masterpost: moving in, getting married, honeymoon, having children)

Physical Reactions

Seeking out physical affection

Romantic, non-sexual intimacy prompts

Date Prompts (Masterpost)

One Night Stand Prompts

Forbidden Romance

Secret relationship dialogue

Love-hate relationship

Friends with benefits (Masterpost)

Enemies/Friends to Lovers & more (Masterpost)

Ex-Lovers Prompts (Masterpost)

Dating the bad boy/girl

True Idiots in Love

Matchmaking Prompts

Fake Dating Prompts (Masterpost)

OT3 Prompts (Masterpost)

Love Triangle Ideas

Second chance trope

OTP Prompt Challenge

Relationship Changes

Bed Sharing/Only One Bed (Masterpost)

Kisses Masterpost (Prompts, First Kiss, Accidental Kiss, …)

Ship Dynamics

WLW Plot Ideas

Queer Platonic Relationship Prompts

Fluffy Prompts

Fluffy Prompts (Masterpost)

Showing Comfort

Pregnancy Prompts

Hidden Pregnancy Dialogue

Sleepy Starters

Cute Interactions

Physical Contact Masterpost (Hand-holding, hugs, touches & co.)

Sharing Clothes

Things to do at a carnival

Cooking/Baking Dialogue Prompts

Quiet movie night Prompts

Having fun in the rain

Height Difference Prompts

Same Height Prompts

Caregiving Ideas

Doing nice things prompts

Love Languages (Masterpost) 

Subtle Acts of Love

Asking for permission

Late-Night Calls

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

Hurt/Comfort Prompts (Masterpost)

Injury Dialogue Prompts

Sickness Dialogue Prompts

Fighting & Making Up Prompts

Angsty/Angry Prompts

Angsty Dialogue (Masterpost)

The angstiest masterpost (over 40 prompt lists)

Angry Dialogue

Family Prompts

(Found) Family Prompts (Masterpost)

Friends/Fun Prompts

Friends Prompt Challenge

Platonic activities for friends

Online Friends Prompts

Group of Friends Prompts (x)

Opening Sentences (Friend group in NYC)

Road Trip Ideas

Party Games Prompts

Drunk Friendgroup

Silly Drunk Dialogue (x)

Amusement Park Activities

Surprise party gone wrong

Settings for conversations

Having fun in the rain

Bar Conversation Starters

Girls’ night out ideas

Outside of school activities

Walking to school prompts

Rekindling Friendship Dialogue

Not Wanting to Rekindle Friendship Dialogue

Reconnecting Friends Prompts

Slow dancing with a friend

AU Prompts

AU ideas

Royalty AU (Masterpost)

Victorian AU Prompts

Historic Prompts - 1800s Ball Prompts

Wild West Prompts

Parallel Universe Romance Prompts (x)

Roommates AU (Masterpost)

Sport Romance Prompts

College/School AU (Masterpost)

Hogwarts Prompts

Workplace AU (Masterpost)

Neighbors AU (Masterpost)

Musician/Actor/Celebrity AU (Masterpost)

Gossip Girl/Rich AUs

Coffee Shop AU (Masterpost)

Bookstore AUs

Flower Shop AUs

Bodyguard AUs

Bodyguard Dialogue Prompts

Patient and Doctor Prompts

Groundhog Day Prompts

Pirate Prompts

Soulmates AU (Masterpost)

Lifeguard AUs

Camping Prompts

Ice Skating Prompts

Supernatural/Mystery/Thriller/Crime Prompts

Ghost Prompts (Masterpost)

Mermaid Prompts

Angels & Demons Prompts (Masterpost)

Summoning a God Prompts

Life & Death Prompts + Dialogue

Showing aliens the human world

Murder Mystery/Thriller Prompts (Masterpost)

Survival Game Prompts

Partners in Crime – Meeting again

FBI mentor and mentee prompts

Assassins Banter Dialogue

Assassin x Target Prompts

Heist Prompts

Hero x Villain (Masterpost)

Causes for the apocalypse

Post-apocalyptic romance prompts

Fantasy/Sci-Fi Masterpost  (Werewolves, Vampires, Time Travel, etc.)

Holiday/Seasonal Prompts

Holiday/Seasonal/Monthly Prompts (Masterpost)

Birthday AUs

Birthday Prompts

Ranked Prompt Lists

Ranked Lists (Top 20 Lists, Best Prompts/Posts of the Year)

Various Prompt Lists

Random Prompt Lists (Drabbles, Dialogues, One Word Prompts,…)

Favourite Tropes

5 + 1 Fic Prompts

‘Write about’ Prompts

‘Imagine your OTP’ Prompts

All The Fic Titles

All The Prompts List

List of Names

Writing Games

Ask Games

Daily Writing Challenge

30 Days Writing Challenge

AU & Trope Combos

Dialogue Masterpost

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Update: I’m finally doing outlines and I Am Having Fun With It

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I'm probably going to slap stuff up on here... some unspecified time later 👍

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Creative Writing Tarot Spread

Writers block bogging you down? Use this 7-card spread to help jumpstart your creativity! This prompt can help you generate a very basic storyline.

First, pull a character card! Decide for yourself what this means: will your character carry the traits of the positive meanings of this card? Will your character’s conflicts be brought about by the card’s negative meanings? Will your character look like the figure depicted on the card? Will they wield the item depicted on the card? (Note: if your story has multiple main characters, you may wish to pull a card for each)

Next, pull the plot cards! Pull a card for the beginning of your story, a card for the middle, and a card for the end. Again, let yourself decide what this means. Do these cards describe your character’s emotional state(s) as the story progresses? Do these cards describe internal or external conflicts? Do these cards represent other characters your MC will meet along the way?

Finally, pull your meat cards! These cards are the “meat” of your story. Pull one card for the main or most important setting of your story, one card for the main conflict, and one card for the resolution of that conflict.

Have fun with it! Remember that these cards are just tools, and this spread is simply to kickstart your brain. If you get halfway through the spread and come up with something on your own, or if you start writing and realize your plot is deviating from what the cards gave you, don’t stress about it! You write for yourself, not for the cards. Thank them for their help and continue on with your own imagination.

Deck pictured here: The Essential Tarot by Chloé Zarka Grinsnir

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Called

Part 2 of Misplaced From the Canals of Free Sensitivity Boards

Genre: Sci-fi

Word Count: 244

POV: first person 

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As I stared at the planet- originally only significant enough to be named a string of numbers with a few letters for categorization (UO-20810q)- lost in it's strange storms that swirled within their strange, geometric shapes, I was pulled away from my unpleasant reverie by a high pitched chittering.

It was impossible to ignore- utterly gone were any thoughts I had, nothing spared to the planet and it's bizarre behavior as my internal feelings of wrongness compounded. The institute and it's labs should have been empty. Evacuated.

The chittering rang out again, calling from the opening of the observatory.

When I turned, my gaze caught on nothing as I looked at the doorway. Once again, the chittering called, and my attention was successfully called lower to the ground. My eyes met the gaze of a clearly alien creature; surely, as the current oxygen level was too high to support human life.

It's eyes were small, but lacking in both apparent pupils or sclera- despite this, intelligence was clearly housed in within them. It's skin was pink, but the only skin I could see was of it's furless face, which was innocent and rodent-like. The soft fur covering the rest of it's round body became something of a heat map, with a gradient becoming a darker and darker pink the alien's extremities. Bipedal, with two large feet, pawed hands, and long ears that perked towards me made it seem almost akin to the Terran Oryctolagus cuniculus.

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Autopilot

Part 1 of Misplaced   From the Canals of Free Sensitivity Boards 

Genre: Sci-fi 

Word Count: 287 

POV: first person 

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I have been wandering these halls for some time.

I have no idea where, or even who I am as I cross tiled room after tiled room. The tile seems thin, yellowed with age and tread over by countless feet.

Each room housed something, and each something different - all important. Yet, aside from passing glances at impressive (if clunky) technology, still bubbling tank systems, and over-grown gardens, I spare them no real attention as I continued to make my way through the seemingly endless maze.

I feel anxious to get somewhere beyond these rooms, but my path itself seems fixed. This anxiety has long since built past impatience, but I know deep within me running to my destination is no use. A waste.

Time passes. Or has time passed? Both of these statements are true, yet the latter echoes within me over and over as I continue on, approaching my destination.

Nothing indicates it as so, looking the same as the rest of the rooms in the halls I have passed, yet I know this to be true.

Here, housed at the end of a hall like any of the others, lacking a door like the rest of the labs and testing rooms, the once cookie-cutter room differs from the rest: not in what it houses, but in what it reveals.

A grand, outwardly doming window reveals the dark, uncaring void beyond. Lights, trillions of years away, dot the void and frame an object that fills me with cold, heavy dread.

The planet is massive, embroiled in strange geometric storms. I stare at the planet's ever-shifting surface, lost in the objective truths rattling within me.

Time has passed.

And the object beyond the window is wrong.  

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Hello! Long time to no see! I’m very much still writing, but I haven’t been able to post much of it due to a mix of health issues, real life stuff, and perfectionism. Ironic considering this blog was meant to ease that, but eh. 

Posting may be few and far between but this blog is definitely still here and in use! I’ve decided that this blog (my writing blog) would be the best place to cross post what I’ve been writing in The Ssum, which has a number of message boards as part of it’s game mechanics.  I still have a number of WIPs tucked away, but game addict that I am, this overlap is wonderful for me. 

I really want to be able to share the sci-fi story I’m passively pittering around with, so! I hope anyone that comes to see it will enjoy! 

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“If my liver fails me, you can cut it out and feed it to the damned thing that shadows your footsteps.”

The barkeep whistled in appreciation. “Damn. Where’d you get that one? What spooky artifact spat that out this time?”

He downed his shot before sinking down to lean his head against the cool bar counter; the shot glass still clenched in his grasp.

“Alright, you’ve had enough,” She said, attempting to pry it from her customer’s hand- but she couldn’t pry the shot from his grasp.

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“You certainly don’t seem possessed.”

“I mean. I don’t feel possessed, if I’m honest. Though the sudden thought that I could pull you down by the hair and tear your throat out with my teeth is concerning.”

“Ah. Maybe we should bump that exorcism up to Thursday?”

“Maybe. If it’s any help, I’m not inclined to act on it? The mouth feel of a wind pipe would be horrible.”

“....Let’s make it Wednesday. And I’ll schedule you an appointment with our family’s therapist as well, if you like.”

“Really covering your bases, huh?”

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Hop like A rabbit!

‘Run, run, run,’ they chanted in their mind, their mothers little tune ringing in their head as they sped forward.

A mad dash to get there in time. This appointment was incredibly important; first impressions were everything.

They were everything to them at least.

Important, important, important.

They knew there wasn't REALLY no coming back from a bad first impression. People were more forgiving than some could be given credit for.

But it was hard to forget when something was wrapped around your neck and whispering the worst in your ear.

Logically, anything can be overcome. they promised themselves this as they pushed inside the courtroom door.

They had been summoned here, and they desperately hoped for an interview. some part of them knew this wouldn't likely be the case. Or was that a whisper in their ear?

Who knew.

They sure didn't.

A heavy slam of doors, and pounding of a gavel. What was this all for?

Who knew, who knew.

They would soon learn.

They felt something thick lodge in their throat. As if their adam's apple had receded to hide, to make them look less intimidating. They hoped to whatever entity that controlled such things that it worked.

"Hi, Hello!" they greeted as they walked in, their own footsteps ringing loud in their own ears.

Has it been five minutes? The walk, no, run, here had felt like a blink. They hoped that no one noticed the way their dress shirt clung to their underarms or, worse, the way it clung to their back like a second skin.

"Yes, Hello." A dim, dry response was given in return by the judge on her bench. She let her greeting steep in their nerves.

"How are you today?" They followed a typical small talk script.

"Fine. Now," She turned, rustling papers. " [redacted]?"

"Yes?"

"Mm. that will do."

"That's all?"

"No. Your job request has been granted." The judge released a sheaf of paper into the air, where it waved and flew to the point of their height. It was easy to pluck out of the air.

Looking at it, it read,' JOB ASSIGNMENT NO.154839 APPLICATION: GRANTED.'

"Further details will be mailed to your home address. That is all." and with that, the judge turned back to her work, ceremony over.

"Thank you!" They called. The judge merely hummed in response.

"Have a nice day!" they called once more as they returned through the door they had entered in. They were shaking and their heart pounding, but they had been granted their job request.

Calloo, Calay.

'How long has it been?' they wondered. 'Has it been five minutes since I've left home?'

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13.) cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

  Will really needed to keep a cork in it.    It was only due to the fact that our poor, captive princess was so sheltered that his blatant admiration and watchful observance of any little need she might have flew right over her head.     Maybe she was used to people treating her like that; she was royalty after all.    Maybe it was Sir Knight’s resting sullen pout as he did her favors- like gently pulling debris from the forest floor out of her hair when she insisted on sleeping on the bare ground, or offering her a comb from his wash kit- that convinced her that he was only acting out of a grudging courtesy.     Maybe it was because we’d abducted her. I mean, we had saved her life by doing so, but I don’t think she’s figured that out yet. In a way, these past few days have been easier for it- and we only had a day’s more travel ahead of us.     Which is why I really wish my friend would stop looking like he wanted to comb his fingers through her highness’s hair- His grace might kick him from guard duty at this rate.     I don’t hate the princess, though she’s snippy and quarrelsome, it’s understandably so. Getting ripped from a marriage by two foreigners and carried off will do that to anyone. I’m just not willing to stay up all night guarding her from an entire camp with an ax to grind.  

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24.) meriggiare - to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors. 

    It has been a long day at school.      ‘Aren’t they always?’ Jacob responded to himself, sardonic. He dropped his bag at the door of his home and hung his overcoat on an over sized chair as he passed by. He wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going as he picked through his day, trying to figure what about the had left him feeling so tuckered out.      Discounting minor things that his classmates did that they couldn’t really help- staring at him, giggling over anything, gossiping about this and that, crashing into him when they roughhoused in the halls- he really couldn’t think of anything.    As he came to the conclusion that they day had simply gone on for longer than he could handle, he opened his bedroom door.   He shed his layered clothes as he padded over his messy floors, already littered with dirty laundry dropped in the same fashion. By the time he’d gotten to his frigid bed, he was idly thinking about sun warmed fields sheltered by the occasional, sparse tree.    Jacob imagined it would be comfortable under one of those trees, shaded from the direct noon sun, but warmed to the bone nonetheless. He sank further into the daydream as his extremities warmed underneath his quilted blankets, lulled to sleep by thoughts of an impossible summer. 

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"Well supposedly, I'm a really good writer, and who am I to argue against the masses? ...What with their pitchforks, and ah. What are those, torches?"

"No," he leaned into the saddle, squinting. "Those are lit molotov cocktails."

"Oooh. We should run."

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Writing Challenge Prompt List

scrosciare - the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs

aspectabund - letting emotion show easily through the face or eyes

pyrrhic - won at too great a cost

rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it’s too late to use

hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

resfeber - thrill felt before an adventure

apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter

messaline - soft lightweight silk with a satin weave

psithurism - the sound of wind rustling leaves

lapidoso - full of stones, said of roads or of the bottom of a river

liberosis - the desire to care less about things

cafune - the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

ignipotent - presiding over fire

balter - to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment

verklempt - completely and utterly overcome with emotion -

cruore - it literally means “flowing blood”

marcid - incredibly exhausted

temerate - to break a bond or promise

sweven - a dream

petrichor - the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of dry weather

basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss

whelve - to bury something deep, to hide

meriggiare - to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors

ansare - to hardly breathe, to be out of breath

arcuate - arched; bow-shaped

morituro - of someone who is next or destined to die

noceur - one who stays up late

selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful

astral - of or relating to the stars­

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   Damn, I’ve been seen. 

   Cracking open a cling oil egg hadn’t been his wisest move, but to be fair, it would’ve been fine had the room been empty. 

   That Attendant walked in at the worst possible moment. I really should have heard her coming with all this echoing stone. Shame someone wove something to dampen sound into the tapestries.....  

   The Count looked back at the Attendant, who looked, he supposed, rightfully annoyed as she strode toward him. 

   I mean I did just smash some foreign object and rub it into the tile. 

  And with no remorse, he caused her to whirl around with an affronted gasp as he chucked another one behind her, then slid up a wall without a word.  

   The robed man took something from a….belt? Inner sleeve pocket maybe? He threw it harshly on the ground, then rubbed the soles of his feet against the item’s debris. 

   Just what was that for? Bad enough that he was stomping around the back of the temple, but now he was grinding rubbish into the freshly scrubbed floors!   

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   The robed man took something from a....belt? Inner sleeve pocket maybe? He threw it harshly on the ground, then rubbed the soles of his feet against the item’s debris.     Just what was that for? Bad enough that he was stomping around the back of the temple, but now he was grinding rubbish into the freshly scrubbed floors!   

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    It was a beautiful day for a picnic, with the world's color so bright and vibrant, it made Lisa's eyes water. Or maybe that was all the pollen in the air. The sky was a robin's egg blue that stretched on and on for miles, dotted with soft fluffy clouds. The duo had decided to steal away in the abandoned farm fields, where whatever crops that survived, thrived. They decided to settle down where corn and freesia grew tall and wild, reaching well above even Bruce's head.

    Here, both both the Count and Lisa were well hidden amongst the towering cornstalks and the lower freesia flowers, even with a small blanket laid out for the two to sit upon. Bruce passed a flask of water to Lisa, who was out of breath from their trek, and split buttered bread and preserved  venison between them. He ate quietly until Lisa was ready to speak.  

   "...It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before." She started.

   The count remained silent, waiting for her to continue. 

   "It was as if time had stopped- I was alone in the chapel you see, tending to the arrangements, and suddenly the arrangements and I were in the air, weightless. I couldn't move or speak, but my hair, my hair and the flowers just kept on as if they were under water, the air currents nudging them adrift. Then, I-it was like I'd blinked and I was laying on the ground with what was left of the arrangements, and with father shaking me awake. Everyone keeps saying it was a nasty fall, but...," Lisa trailed off, biting her lip.