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tabrisofmars · 1 year
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~Coming this Summer~
HOT PINK PURSUIT
Staring Enid Sinclair as Mitzy Loba, a cop who has reached her limit
“I’m totes tired of this shit” Mitzy wraps her trench coat around herself while observing a chalk outline dissolve in the rain.
Co-staring Wednesday Addams as Viper de la Muerte, a private detective who plays by nobody’s rules
“There are 27 bones in a human hand. Let’s count them til you tell me where you keep the drugs” SNAP! Street tough screams.
With Larissa Weems as Captain Worthington, Loba's frustrated boss
“Your partners keep dying, Loba!”
“Maybe I’m supposed to be a lone wolf, Captain!”
Watch as two outcasts earn friendship and more while cleaning up the streets of New Jericho
A bright pink Mustang zooms down a street. Mitzy is driving with Viper in the passenger seat. 
“Why the sudden change of heart, Loba?”
“Because we work good together. We shouldn’t, but we do. It is like some weird partner anomaly”
HOT PINK PURSUIT
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shockandvalue · 6 months
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Christmas 2023 prompt list.
25 Days of Christmas
Decorating the house (roaring fires, glass ornaments)
Hot cocoa (“My special recipe”, “It’s nothing special”)
Ice skating (clumsy fall, holding hands at the edge of the ice)
Candy Cane Lane (lights on houses, outdoor decorations)
Christmas Shopping (hiding purchases, “You can’t look!”)
First Snow (cozy inside, caught in the storm, “I haven’t seen snow before”)
Making a Snowman, Snowball fight (“You’re cold, let’s go warm up.)
Craft Fair, Artisan Fair (perfect presents, “You made this?!”)
City Lights, Public decorations (“Let’s take a picture together”)
 Holiday Parade (preparing/riding a float, watching the parade)
 Gingerbread Village (making a mess, painstaking care)
 Wrapping Party (multiple people wrapping for one, “Oh! They match.”)
 Eggnog (“What is it? A breakfast drink?”, “There’s alcohol in this?”)
 Snowed In (“Guess we’re settling in”, stir crazy, nap in front of the fire)
 Nightmare before Christmas (“You left”, “I’ll never leave”)
 Naughty vs Nice (pranks, teasing, sweet and kind, fluff)
 Christmas Wish List (“It’s silly, you don’t have to-“, small/big expectations)
All I Want for Christmas (heart to heart, “All I want is you!”)
Ugly Sweater Party (white elephant gifts, mulled wine)
Caught Under the Mistletoe (teasing, shy, “It’s tradition”)
Baking for Christmas (different types of cookies, pies, making a mess)
Home for the Holidays (“I thought you couldn’t make it!”, running hug)
 Festival (feathers, beads, lights, fresh fir tree, happy throng of people)
 Wishes Come True (crush fulfillment, family approval, emotional intimacy)
 Gift Exchange, Christmas dinner (“I’ve never felt so loved.”)
 Boxing Day (putting things away, “Where are we going to store all of this?”, clean up day)
I made this for @scioneeris and our fandom in the discord, but the writing challenge is open to anyone who wants to use it.
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enchantingepics · 1 month
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Story Prompt 110
The clock on the wall ticked with a steady rhythm, filling the room with a sense of impending doom. Blood trickled down, staining the lips of the figure sitting bound in chains. Despite the evident pain and damage inflicted, there was a defiant glint in their eye, a spark of resilience that refused to be extinguished.
"You've fallen, just like they all do," sneered the captor from the shadows, their voice dripping with malice.
The figure chuckled softly, a dry, raspy sound that echoed in the dimly lit room. "Fallen? Perhaps. But a hero? That's a title I've never claimed."
The captor's laughter cut through the air like a knife, their amusement evident. "You may deny it, but your actions speak louder than words. Heroes always end up on their knees before me."
With a sudden crack, the chains binding the figure shattered into pieces, falling to the ground with a clang. The captor's eyes widened in disbelief as they watched the figure rise, their gaze burning with an intensity that sent shivers down their spine.
"A hero may fall," the figure growled, their voice low and menacing. "But they always rise again, stronger than before. And this time, I won't be the one forgotten."
A flash of crimson filled the captor's vision, a searing pain spreading through their body like wildfire. They stumbled back, clutching at their chest as if trying to quell the inferno burning within.
"Never again," the figure declared, their voice a haunting echo in the darkness. "Never again will I be at your mercy."
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0-ink-zinc · 1 year
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Writing Prompt #2
" 'Afraid of Death?' Why would I be afraid of the one thing I can guarantee? Life changes as quickly as the winds and tides turn. That, my dear, is far more terrifying."
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wpffw · 5 months
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This idea popped into my head. Your choice on whether this big bad is an actual villain, a framed villain, a side villain, a mafia boss, an antihero....and also on what purpose they originally intended to kidnap this kid for. And also on why they accommodate the kid (just make them stop screaming vs oh this kid had needs I'll make sure they're comfortable while they're here). It's just so rare for kids with sensory needs to be accommodated (sensory play or deprivation, as needed) that this could be an interesting twist.
~Nico
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Writing Prompt #1
They say the arrow is an extension of the soul, and that life is like shooting a bow. That the pull of the string and eventual release can only send an arrow forward, so when life is down the only thing that can happen is progression.
Though this is true, one can never know where the future goes. Though forward may be a new place than where you were, nobody said it would be easier than before. 
Even though I knew these truths like the back of my hand, I was also sure of one truth.
Nothing clears a busy mind like shooting a bow.
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Soulmate AU where if those 2 or more people die then they come back to life?
Like imagine humans have infinite lives as long as the entire party of soulmates dies.
Example: in The Youngblood Chronicles all four members of FOB die then due to that are reborn (they had a huge purpose, too, which could be an interesting factor to write about)
This idea especially would be great for fandoms like Stranger Things where danger is pretty frequent
Also, can you imagine how devastating it’d be to realize you lived for someone(s) sake but if you’d died you could’ve lived together?
That’s why I also suggest Breath of the Wild as a good fandom for this
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screampotato · 1 year
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Discussing the sort of bars where you walk in and everyone stares at you because you're not local.
"I didn't think that one would be like that because it's a hotel."
"Remember the hotel in X town where everyone stared at us and it was really creepy."
"Yeah, but the whole of X town was like that. If they'd had a McDonald's, everyone would have stared when a stranger came in."
Young potato, piping up: "And all the alarms would have stopped beeping"
This kid cracks me up. I am just stuck on the image of a small town McDonald's like Wild West saloon, where a stranger walks in and everyone turns and stares at them, and instead of the honky tonk piano falling silent, all the beeping alarms in the kitchen just stop.
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whumpers-inc · 2 years
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He bled out like a discarded 4th of July streamer.
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enchantingepics · 1 month
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Story Prompt 59
Under the warm embrace of the sun, a young woman took a seat beside a man on a bench in the park. The man's gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Startled by the intrusion, he turned to regard the woman, her presence stirring a flicker of curiosity within him.
"Beautiful day, huh?" she remarked, breaking the silence with a gentle smile.
"Mm," he murmured in response, his voice heavy with weariness.
Their exchange hung in the air, a delicate dance of words amidst a backdrop of silence. His eyes scanned the surroundings, observing the fear that gripped those nearby. His hands remained hidden within his pockets, fingers toying with something concealed within.
"What's your name?" she inquired, her voice soft and inviting.
He hesitated before replying, "Why do you want to know?"
"Because I'm tired of being strangers," she replied with a playful grin.
He shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her gaze. She was a vision of serenity, her presence a balm to his troubled soul. Despite his reservations, he found himself drawn to her.
"I can't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then I won't tell you mine," she countered, her laughter dancing on the breeze.
Their conversation ebbed and flowed, punctuated by moments of introspection. He marveled at her beauty, so familiar yet enigmatic. She, in turn, found solace in his company, a kindred spirit in a world fraught with uncertainty.
"Do you know who I am?" he ventured, his tone tinged with uncertainty.
"Of course," she replied cryptically.
"Then why ask my name?"
She offered no explanation, content to revel in the shared silence. As they sat side by side, he stole glances in her direction, captivated by her presence. She, too, found herself drawn to him, a sense of deja vu lingering in the air.
"You know I could hurt you, right?" he warned, his words tinged with regret.
"Dangerous? Perhaps. Hurt me? Not likely," she quipped, her laughter a melody in the quietude of the park.
Their exchange took on a poignant tone, each word laden with unspoken meaning. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She smiled in response, a wistful expression in her eyes.
"It's time to let me go," she whispered, her form beginning to fade.
He watched helplessly as she vanished before his eyes, a ghost of his past slipping away into the ether. Alone once more, he was left to ponder the fleeting nature of love and loss in a world consumed by shadows.
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0-ink-zinc · 1 year
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Writing Prompt #7
"WHY would you do this?! Just why?! None of it mattered to you, so why did you have to get involved?!"
"Because that's just what friends do.."
"I would NEVER have been your friend if it meant I was going to lose you..."
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wpffw · 11 months
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levashi · 2 years
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Writing Prompt #2
“Look at me darlin’.” His southern accent made that word all the more endearing. She looked up at the man with tears in her eyes, desperately trying to hide them by blinking numerous times. The man gave a little chuckle. She glared at him. “If you keep blinking like that I can’t help but chuckle darlin’.” He said. “Now why are you crying? And don’t try to hide it because I already seen the tears.”
“I just thought that after everything you would leave.”
“I would never leave you honey. I don’t think you understand how much I love and adore you.”
She opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger to her lips.
“Let me finish. I adore your smile. Your lips. Your cute little button nose. I adore everything about you. I love the way your eyes crinkle as you smile. I love the beautiful light in your eyes. I love how you never give up no matter what. I love how selfless you are. I miss you when you’re gone and when you’re here I just want to wrap you in my arms and protect you from the world. But I know you can take care of yourself. I am a better me when I am with you. No words will ever be enough to explain how much i love you.” He got down on one knee.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“This isn’t how I imagined it when I got this ring. But no moment is ever going to be good enough. You are my most important person. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”
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ros-writing-prompts · 2 years
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You live in a world of soulmates where one can hear it when their soulmate sings. Yours so happens to be someone who loves taking midnight baths and singing lewd songs all addressing you at the top of their voice. They have caused you to spend countless sleepless nights and a fortune on eyebag concealers. One day they tell you to meet them in a song. What do you do?
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Writing prompt: In a land where pointed ears are the norm and round ears are considered exotic, a round-eared child wonders about her heritage.
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m2004ew · 2 years
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Writing Prompt
It’s been a century since the world was destroyed by a nuclear war. For you, wandering the wastes is a lonely and dangerous life. That is, until one day when you wander into a ruined, abandoned city and run into something unexpected.
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