#Prompt Generator Quote

[artandbeauty71]

absolute gems

[laurachouettepoetry]

[imasexypotato]

LISTEN!!!!!

I've had another vision....👀

Javier Peña from Narcos aka "Pedro Pascal"

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Arthur Smith from Made up show aka "Joseph Quinn"

At this point I'm just thinking of new ways to ship them.

I haven't even watched Narcos....

I just saw an edit of Javier Pena on tiktok and my mind automatically went onto somehow shipping him with Joseph Quinn....

Soooooo! I've created a character for him!

Middle school teacher Arthur Smith (Joseph) moves to Colombia because a new teaching opportunity popped up for him.

He moved to Colombia, excited to travel across the country and teach somewhere new.

Detective Javier Pena (Pedro) is a young DEA agent who is quickly making his name known in the force. He's good at what he does.

The two happen to meet by chance, maybe due to a case somehow leading Javi to Arthur's school.

Maybe they cross paths again and start to get to know each other, spend time together.

Javi visiting the school after Arthur's finished teaching, Arthur going to the precinct to spend time with the detective.

Also, think of the angst possibilities! A teacher and a detective!?

Overprotective Javier not wanting to get too close to the sweet professor due to the danger of someone hurting him to get back at Javier.

Professor Arthur, loving his job teaching his students, and wanting to spend time with the handsome detective, but not wanting to bother him when he sees him pulling away..

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!?

We could have it all!

Strangers to friends to fwb to misunderstandings to angst to hurt/comfort to getting together to fluff!

Everything.

Sorry I'll stop my rants now.

No I won't.

My bad.

I'm actually obsessed with them.

I might actually start writing fanfic Au's solely for these two! 😫

Now I'm done...peace ✌🏾 🩷

[crybabycunt]

Clint: Why did you get here so late?

Kate: Well, we were in the elevator for 15 minutes panicking thinking we were stuck.

Yelena: Only to figure out neither of us pressed the button.

[kingdomofkarmaland]

Funny Character Quote Generator... Thing

Guys, no shot, first try, I got this generated dialogue that is just straight up... WOW.

Also took me an hour to make the art, but worth it haha!

[shanksxbuggy]

here’s some results i got from the prompt generator

[nyxxart]

MC: You’re drunk.

Satan [drunk]: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, MC.

[lordlexion]

Jean-Luc Picard: *Returning to his quarters, tired after a challenging shift, wanting nothing more than to go to bed.*

“What the f-?!”

Q: *Lying suggestively on Picard's bed, with a rose in his teeth, to the accompaniment of “Shut up and sleep with me”.*

“Welcome back, Mon Capitaine.”

Picard: “I don't have the strength for it. I'm going to sleep on the corridor floor.”

*Exit.*

[blotgydja]

‘  forever  is  the  sweetest  con.  ’ (for kath, from dima ♡)

❛❛ YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO ME FOREVER. ❜❜ the words are spat at him, an accusation she isn’t looking for an answer to; it’s true, after all, the phone call she overheard moments before confirming it beyond any shadow of a doubt. their first meeting, the fountain and the soaked shirt ─ it was all a set up, his presence in her life nothing more than a lie meant to shelter her, keep her safe, keep her from ever truly living without a tightening noose around her neck. and what a fool she’d been to fall for it so quickly. the debriefs he must have had with his supervisors, the laughs they must have shared while he recounted how easy she’d made it for him. the embarrassment is but a slight stab of discomfort compared to the heartache she feels, but it helps spur her on, quickens her feet as she tries her best to leave him behind.

katherine knows it's his voice she hears calling out, but what he says is muddled by all the laughter and music blasting through the crowd; ❛ forever ❜ and ❛ exaggeration ❜ are the only words she can make out for certain. whatever the rest of them were, the tone in his voice was familiar; he must have been trying to appease her, to soothe her rage and heartache, by calling to focus her excessive use of hyperbole. it only angers her further.

❛❛ oh, you're worried about semantics, are you? ❜❜ her exasperation is clear as day in the harshness of her voice and the angry glance she throws at him over her shoulder. like they’ve been doing the entire summer, she’s rushing off in the direction her heart takes her while he follows at her heel, desperate to keep up ─ the only difference now is that gone is the hope that he’ll continue to follow. instead she wants to shake him off her tail, to lose him for good in the crowd of people surrounding them. well, that and the fact that she now understands why a man like him decided to follow her around europe for an entire summer; he was guided not by love ( like she'd thought and hoped, like she was for him ) but by her father, by money. the moment this thought begins to echo off the walls of her mind she feels a sudden urge to scrub her skin raw, erase any trace of him and the dirt left behind in the wake of his betrayal. ❛❛ fine. you've been lying to me since we met. happy now? ❜❜ perhaps he would argue that it wasn’t a betrayal, not really, for he was just doing it for her own good, protecting her against the harsh, cold realities of the word. if that was true, then it would be her own shame she’d be rinsing off.

despite her anger and fury, despite her stubbornness and refusal to seem weak in front of him, tears well up in her eyes and no amount of desperate blinking will dissipate them. instead they roll down her cheeks, quickly wiped away by her frenzied hands. ❛❛ consider yourself relieved of your duties, mr. sudayev. you can stop trailing me now. ❜❜

𓆩 — PROMPTS, accepting • @sachingja

[incorrectquotesideas-deactivated]

Person A: I have an idea.

Person B: No murder.

Person A: I no longer have an idea.

[moldygreenblue]

*The Man Over There, watching the Jellicle cats dancing and singing 'Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats from where ever he's hiding*

The Man Over There: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

[imasexypotato]

Gladiator AU fic idea:

After dying at the hands of Maximus, Commodus wakes up in a sort of outer world, not quite dead, but certainly not alive.

He wanders around as a spectre in their sort of dreamlike white void. He doesn't know how long he's there. It could me days, weeks, years.

He no longer has a proper grasp on the concept of time.

He comes across a door. Or something similar to a door. He crosses it. He's no longer in the void.

He sees people. His people. His citzens. He wanders around the streets of Rome. He realises he's still a ghost. He cannot touch anything. People are unaware of his presence.

At first, this brings him joy. He floats around the busy streets, sometimes spies on unaware hosts, and enjoys seeing things no one else can.

Eventually, he makes his way to the coliseum. He stays there for a along time. He floats to the area where he died.

He watches the spot for a while, almost trying to will his body back into existence. Something entirely different happens.

It looks like clockwork. Time moving back, night, and day moving at a maddeningly fast pace. And suddenly, right before his eyes, he sees it.

The events of that day.

He watches the fight between him and Maximus. Watches as he cowers in fear. Uses every dirty little trick to his advantage, stabbing his opponent prior to the duel not seeming to do the trick.

He watches his soldiers, and his people turn against him. Refuse to help him. Watch him die.

And he watches Maximus fall. That couldn't be right.

He watches his sister run and drop to his side. He watches him die. He is happy for a moment. But only for a moment.

Then he sees the love and devotion with which his sister and his people treat Maximus. They gather around and carry him out of the coliseum like a hero of Rome, adored by all.

And he sees his own lifeless body, left in the wake of Maximus' grandure.

Left to rot in the empty coliseum. Hated and soon to be forgotten by all. Like he meant nothing. He was nothing. Is nothing now.

He doesn't cry, oddly enough.

He watches his body for hours, waiting for something. Someone.

Eventually, some guards drag his body away, tossing it away like one would throw away unwanted trash.

Nothing compared to Maximus' grand exit.

He wanders again. He no longer feels the joy he felt before. He's no longer amused at the fact none can see him.

He wants to scream, touch feel. But can do nought.

He realises shortly after that, he can move between time, forward and back from place to place. He leaves the coliseum and all the terrible memories behind.

He leaves the city and explores the lands, different moments, and different planes.

After more time passes, after he's mapped out the entirety of Rome itself, he makes his way back home. To the Palace.

He attaches himself to his sister once more. He doesn't know how to feel when looking at her anymore. He no longer has the energy to be mad.

He watches her life pass her by. Sees the struggles she has to face.

How she has to send her son, Lucius, away from Rome for his own protection, one of the hardest decisions she ever has to make as she parts from him.

He sees how she somehow manages to make a new life through her grief.

He sees her fall in love again. With another General this time. She seems happier. That brings a smile to his face.

He watches as the senate names a new emperor for Rome, having reached the verdict that Lucius Verus was certainly dead.

Watches as time flies by, his own name never uttered again. He wonders if someone will ever write of his life.

He knows now there is not much to write.

Maximus had been right.

What we do in life echoes in eternity.

He watches as the tyrannical twin emperors rise to power and cringes at the thought that he had once been mad with power like them.

He sees his sister go through the same cycle of abuse again. He hates it.

He sees the way they use her and her husband.

He watches as they plot to overthrow the twin emperors and hopes in vain that they succeed.

He watches as a vengeful Lucius Verus returns to Rome. Now a gladiator seeking revenge for his late wife.

He watches as Lucilla's husband and son fight to the death and listens to her agonising screams when Marcus Acacius is shot dead.

He watches and knows he can do nothing when the arrow pierces his sister's heart.

He cannot help the onslaught of pain and misery it causes him to see his family die.

He sees his nephew. Fueled with rage at the loss of his mother. Watches as he takes vengeance on all those who killed his mother.

Commodus watches as Lucius rises to power and wonders. He is no longer the sweet boy filled with wonder.

All that is left is a broken, hardened shell of a man who has nothing but hatred left to give to the world.

He hates Rome. And how can a man rule over something he hates?

He wanders briefly if he could go back.

If he could change the course of history through his own actions and choices.

Perhaps Lucius would get to grow up as a strong, proud, and happy man.

Perhaps Lucilla would not have to suffer as much as she did until the very end.

Perhaps, if he had been a decent human being, if he had cast away his pride and arrogance, he could have done good.

Not only for his family, but for all of Rome.

Perhaps if he had not been blinded by his own shortcomings and jealousy, Maximus and his family would still be alive and well.

Perhaps

He is tired now more than ever. He ko longer wants to think of what is or what will be or even what cold have been.

Commodus simply wishes to rest.

So he does.

He lays by the ground of the coliseum where his nods once was and drifts to sleep.

Never to open his eyes again.

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Commodus is very rudely jolted awake.

He groans as he opens his eyes blearily. He sees a familiar carriage ceiling above where he lays.

He looks at it with confusion.

Where....? When....is he?

"Finally awake, brother?" A soft teasing voice reaches his ears. He freezes for a moment.

He turns slowly and almost weeps with joy at the sight.

Lucillla.

She's alive.

She's alive and speaking to him it would seem.

How can she see him?

"Has his royal Highness finally decided to grace us with his presence?" She teases once more, a playful smile on her face.

Her smile turns to a frown when she sees that he does not respond to her comments and simply gapes at her.

"What's wrong, Commodus?" She asks slowly.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. His little sister is alive and breathing.

He is too overcome with emotion to answer and simply smiles. He leans in a pulls her in for a hug.

He can't help but let a few stray tears spill from his eyes onto he fur. She pats him on the baack gently.

How long had it been since he felt another's human touch?

Not since Maximus plunges his dagger into his throat and gently lowered him to the ground to die.

This embrace felt far nicer and warmer than the cold embrace of death. He snuggled a little closer.

"Commodus your starting to worry me now. Has something happened. Are you hurt?" She asks.

He simply shakes his head and leans away.

"Lucilla, don't mind me. I simply had a terrible dream. All is well now." He tries to assure her.

It has been so long since he used his own voice. Since he heard his own voice.

Lucilla doesn't look convinced but doesn't push the topic any further.

" If your sure....We'll be making it to camp soon, that's why I woke you." She explains.

Commodus is suddenly hyperaware of his surroundings. "Camp?" He asks almost dreadfully.

Lucilla rolls her eyes this time.

"Ckme now brother, now's not the time for games. Father is expecting us no later than noon." She explains simply.

Father.

Their father was alive?

Everything comes rushing back to him like sudden surge of whiplash.

He's back.

He's alive again.

Back at the beginning.

Before he committed the worst crimes known to man.

Before he became a monster.

He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes.

He's back.

He doesn't know how or why, but he won't let this opportunity pass.

He won't let the events of the future come to pass.

He won't let Lucilla suffer anymore.

He won't let Lucius grow up without his mother

He'll fix it.

He orders the carriage to halt as he steps outside.

He breathes in fresh air for the first time again. He feels the wind graze his cheek.

He opens his eyes with a new kind of determination and fire in his eyes.

He'll fix everything.

Commodus vows this on his second life.

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Phew, that took a hot minute to write.

Let me know what you think of this fic idea and let me know if I should write a part 2!

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[mysteryandnonstopfun]

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🦢🔥 Day 6: Incorrect Quote

[loyolagay]

missing santos/loyola like crazy now

[byanyan]

okok more meme answers tomorrow night, ty all for ur continued patience ♡

[nyxxart]

Asmo: I actually have a black belt.

MC: In what, karate?

Asmo: No, from Gucci