#dialogue prompt

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2673

"He's not...the most friendly."

She looked at the man held to the wall by restraints. "You don't say."

[unboundprompts]

prompts for spring, summer, autumn, winter eyes! (The characters literally stand for each season!! They have eyes that hold the seasons)

Different Ways to Describe Seasonal Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Spring

He had eyes like the fields of the pastures, green grass nearly up to your knees.

Her eyes were the flower beds that his mother used to prepare when spring finally arrived after a cold winter. Flowers would bloom and blossom in every color imaginable.

Their eyes were like the honey from the honeybees that arrived with the promise of spring.

Summer

Her eyes were a babbling brook, like crisp water on a warm day.

He had eyes that blazed like a hot summer sun.

Their eyes were warm rays and beach days, filled with laughter and freedom.

Autumn

She had eyes the color of the dying leaves, painted red, yellow, and brown.

His eyes were a winding road on a foggy morning, dying branches scratching at the edge.

Their eyes were of burnt out candles, pumpkins placed on doorsteps, and footsteps splashed in puddles on an old street.

Winter

His eyes were snowflakes, irises decorated with a delicate design.

She had eyes like icy mountains and falling snow.

Their eyes were a crisp breeze in the dead of winter, a frozen pond on a stagnant afternoon.

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[villainousauthor]

Part one

Hero is sitting on the hardwood floors of the living room, as they pass another block to their baby.

She takes it with a giggle, stacking it atop the other ones. Hero can't help but grin at how much this activity is entertaining her, and them as well.

"She's getting good with those blocks."

Hero jumps at the sudden sound of Villain's voice behind them. They must have snuck in through the balcony again. Villain comes and sits next to Hero with an annoying grin.

"You need to stop sneaking up on me like that! And you need to stop breaking in." Hero exclaims, shoving Villain's shoulder.

Instead of immediately responding, Villain feigns hurt.

"Ow! Not in front of the kid, what are you teaching her about hitting?" Villain teases with a snicker before answering seriousness. "You can't come out and fight with me anymore -"

"I have an infant to take care of."

"-I understand why, but that just means I have to come annoy you here now." Villain finishes like Hero didn't interrupt. Hero rolls their eyes at this. They've been coming regularly now for the past few months, never knocking, just letting themselves in. So irritating.

The baby crawls across the floor to where both Hero and Villain sit, having forgotten about her blocks. For a moment, Hero thinks their child is crawling to them until she makes a beeline for Villain. Not surprising, Villain has quickly become a favorite for the young child.

'Betrayed by my own kin.' Hero thinks quietly, shaking their head.

Hero can't pretend they haven't been of help, though, with how they seem to so naturally know how to care for the baby. Hero still wonders how they know so much about child care, but Villain won't divulge. At the very least, the extra pair of hands has taken some burden off Hero's shoulders.

They watch as Villain reaches for her, another one of those rare genuine smiles on their face they only ever seem to show while here. Hero tries to ignore how it makes their heart beat faster.

"You're getting so good at crawling." Villain coos, picking the baby up gently. "At least someone is happy to see me here." Villain says humorously.

"I bet it's the only time anyone is happy to see you." Hero replies, though their tone isn't as serious, and they scoot closer to Villain.

"Heh, probably." Villlain shakes their head, still smiling, though as they hold the baby.

Hero feels the same questions burning in the back of their mind again, curiosity eating them up from the inside. They know Villain is unlikely to answer and will dodge the question again like always, but Hero can't help but ask.

"Are you a parent, Villain?" Hero's voice is quiet as they ask, soft as they bring up the subject. They've never asked so directly before, and for a split moment, they think they see a flash of sadness on Villain's face.

Before they can respond, though, the baby makes a noise, spitting up directly on Villain's shirt. Hero immediately comes and takes the infant into their arms.

"I'm so sorry!" Hero's voice is apologetic, as they look to make sure their baby is okay. Villain is unphased, though, as they smirk.

"Don't worry about it." They look to how she immediately smiles up with those chubby baby cheeks and dimples at both of them. "She thinks that's funny. You're raising a little mini villain, Hero." Villain's voice is full of amusement. Hero rolls their eyes as they stand.

"I can wash that for you if want, I think I have a spare shirt in about your size." They offer, still feeling bad. They set the baby in her play pin as they lead Villain through the house to their bedroom. Hero paws through their dresser until they find the shirt.

Turning around, they find Villain is already removing their own shirt, and Hero tries not to pay attention to the curve and contour of their toned body. Flushing red, Hero thrusts the shirt in their direction, averting their gaze.

Villain takes it, chuckling at their reaction.

"You really don't have to apologize. You have an adorable kid." Villain's voice is softer than normal.

Smiling gently, Hero nods. This is something they both can agree on. "Yeah, she is."

"I have no idea where she gets it from." Villain continues, teasing in their tone evident. Hero pushes their shoulder in retaliation.

"I happen to be adorable as hell."

Villain takes Hero's hand and pulls them close. "You're just hot. There's a difference." Their voice is low and rumbling.

Stomach fluttering, Hero can't help the heat rising up their neck. This has also been happening frequently, Villain's teasing and flirtatious comments. Hero can't tell if they actually mean it or are trying to get a reaction.

Hero doesn't know how to respond, always replying to their teasing words with flustered laughter or deadpan replies. When they don't respond, Villain continues speaking.

"I'll come back later to return your shirt." Their voice still has that playful air, but they look a little dejected. They turn to presumably climb back out the balcony like a maniac.

Before they can think otherwise, Hero grabs them by the elbow, their skin soft and warm under theirs.

"Wait- you don't have to leave." Their voice is still sounding flustered as they speak in a rush. "You should stay. If you want.."

Villain's resulting smile has their heart quickening. "I couldn't say no to spending more time with my favorite ankle bitter. Or to annoying you some more." Their voice is light and joking as they head out of the bedroom, back towards the living room.

"Have you ever thought about having any more?" Villain asks suddenly, as Hero follows after.

They haven't really thought about this. The kid they have now is already a handful, but the mental image of a big family is an endearing one.

"I haven't really thought about it," Hero says, picking their infant up from her pen. "Why do you ask?"

Villain leans in close, offering a finger to the baby. They smile as she grabs it, before looking up to Hero's eyes. Their gaze is full of warmth and amusement, and something else that gives Hero butterflies. Villain's voice is warm and flirtatious when they speak.

"We could have some cute babies."

[speech-yet-represent-then]

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[marvelmaniac715]

Dialogue that I'd love to work into a fic but I don't know where or how:

"Why are you afraid?"

"I'm not."

"Yes you are, you're terrified."

"I'm telling you, I'm not, what makes you insist that I am?"

"You're shaking."

"...It's cold."

"It's summer."

"...What do you think I'm afraid of?"

"Oh no, I don't think, I know."

"Alright then, what do you know I'm afraid of?"

"Me."

"Does that upset you?"

"Not as much as it used to."

[invalidstories]

Angst Dialogues Prompts

"I wish I could just turn off these feelings, you know? But every time I try, it's like they're etched into my soul, tearing me apart from the inside."

"I feel like I'm drowning in my own thoughts. No matter how hard I try to keep my head above water, the burden of my past drags me down."

"I'm tired of pretending to be the hero when I'm the one who needs saving. I need saving from myself."

"I hate how much power you have over me. One look, one word, and suddenly I'm right back where I started, trapped in this never-ending cycle of pain."

"I'm scared, okay? Scared of what's going to happen next, scared of making the wrong choices, scared of being alone. But most of all, I'm scared of letting myself hope."

"Why do we always hurt the ones we love the most? Is it because we know they'll forgive us, or because deep down, we're just too afraid to let them go?"

"I'm so tired of feeling like I'm not good enough. No matter how hard I try, it's like I'm always falling short, always disappointing everyone around me."

"Sometimes I wish I could just disappear, you know? Like fade into the background and never come back. Maybe then, the pain would finally stop."

Masterlist

[akwardsilince]

Person A: "Would you love me if I killed you?"

Person B: "I'd rather you ask me about if you were a worm or not."

[writinggremlin]

"I-I'm sorry! Please! I-I won't do this again, I--"

"Oh, I'm going to make sure you won't."

[pettyprompts]

“Wow, this face is much better than the one before.”

“Thanks, asshole. Guess I’ll never be myself again.”

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2674

"You're not going to pretend like you didn't just leave me there with nothing!"

"I made sure you had cash and some food! It wasn't nothing!"

[unboundprompts]

I'm developing a Spiderwoman alternate universe, and I'm unsure about how to introduce my character. Can you provide some ideas for how she might reveal her face, akin to the dramatic moments of unmasking seen in the 'Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse movie?

Hero Removing their Mask Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She needed to get somewhere safe. She had just taken a nasty hit and wasn't sure how much farther she could go. The buildings loomed tall overhead, watching her shoot web after web as she tried to cover as much ground as possible. They offered her no comfort, just mere giants in a cold city. The rain was coming down in sleets, mixing with the blood that she was sure was running down her face and staining her suit. A small apartment building with a fire escape in a dark alley caught her attention, and she clumisly dropped down, stumbling on the landing from a twisted ankle. She sat down, leaning her back against the brick wall and tore off her mask so she could breathe better. It was sticky with blood, her hair stuck uncomfortably to her face from the downpour. Closing her eyes and sighing, waiting to regain enough energy to make it home, she didn't hear a nearby window slide open. "[Hero Name]?" an unfamiliar voice asked, full of bewilderment and worry. Her eyes shot open to look at the man staring at her, and she scrambled to cover her face. Shakily, she pulled herself to a stand, ignoring the aches and pains that shot through her body at the unwanted movement. "No, wait!" he called, right before she leapt from the railing.

He was trapped. Wedged between a building and a car and he wasnt strong enough to break free. He needed time to recover. Needed time to gather his thoughts or else bad things were going to happen. But he was already too late. The bad things were here and he wasn't strong enough to stop them. The villain was walking towards him now, sinsister smile creeping onto their face as they realized what had happened. They had won. They crouched before him, sizing his pitiful form up and down. They reached out and ripped his mask from his face.

"Why are you shutting me out?" Their friend cried, heart breaking from the months of secrets and lies they had been feeding her. "Why are you so suddenly pushing me away? What is so bad that you can't even tell your best friend?" But she wouldn't understand. And they couldn't tell her. They were so alone and it was so hard to carry the weight of this secret on their shoulders, but they couldn't bring themself to tell her. And now, they were going to lose her because of it. "Please," she continued to sob, "please, just let me help you. You don't have to do this alone. I'm always here for you, I never left and I never will." It felt like a dam was breaking behind their eyes. "I..." they took a shaky breath. Should they even tell her? "I'm... I'm [Hero Name]."

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[writing-promptsss]

Prompt #32

"I'm running out of ideas. My head feels empty."

"Did you ever have a coherent thought in that thick skull of yours?"

"Shut up!"

[remy-lupin]

Theme: Tension...

1. As person A reaches over to adjust person B's collar, their fingers linger slightly, brushing against person B’s neck. Both freeze, the air thick with unspoken questions and the heat of their closeness. 2. "Why must you always oppose me?" person A hisses, stepping into person B's personal space, their faces inches apart. person B smirks, "Maybe I just like seeing you fired up." 3. During a heated board game night, person A slams their piece down right in front of person B, blocking their win. person B shoots person A a glare, the tension palpable as they forcefully say, "You're going to pay for that." 4. person A and person B, stuck in a malfunctioning elevator, stand on opposite sides. Each glance feels like a spark, but neither dares to break the silence, the air heavy with their shared discomfort. 5. In the quiet of the library, person A's hand brushes against person B's as they both reach for the same book. They withdraw quickly but their eyes lock, hearts pounding louder than the whispered pages around them. 6. Under the dim streetlight, person A's car breaks down. person B stops, leaning against their own vehicle. "Need help?" they call out, a challenging tone in their voice. person A, reluctant yet desperate, nods, the night air crackling with their conflicted emotions. 7. At the company retreat, person A and person B end up canoe partners. As they paddle in sync, their coordination is flawless yet silent, each stroke a wordless battle of wills. 8. person A watches as person B meticulously organizes their desk, aligning everything perfectly. person A reaches over and slightly misaligns a pen. person B’s quick glare and immediate correction fill the room with silent confrontation. 9. "You've got something on your cheek," person A murmurs, reaching out to brush away a crumb from person B's face. Their touch lingers, both suddenly aware of the other's quickened breath, the moment stretching between them. 10. During a critical negotiation, person A slides a revised contract across the table to person B. "Take it or leave it," person A challenges. person B's hand hovers over the document, their eyes locked on person A's, tension swirling like the storm outside.

[words-on-pa-per]

OKAY TIME FOR ME TO GO TRY MY HAND AT ROMANCE IN GENERAL. I’m crude and a beginner, so if this isn’t your thing, then just skip past it, I’ll continue doing my normal stuff.

“I don’t know how to do this fucking spreadsheet!”

“…Then why don’t you do-“

“Don’t say it.”

“…me.”

(Pls don’t murder me)