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Stephanie had hit the jackpot. She had been heading back to base to get cleaned up after a fight with Condiment King, grumbling all the while. She stopped on a rooftop after some mayo from her hair had fallen into her face.
Suddenly, there was no mayo. All of the condiments that she was covered with were now on the rooftop around her feet. She didn't even see this kid approach. "Huh?" She said without thinking
"Sorry." The kid, who looked like adoption bait smiled sheepishly as he used the hand that had density shifted the food off of her to rub the back of his neck. "I thought you would like that stuff off of you."
Somehow she convinced him to help her with the aftermath of fighting messy villains in exchange for snacks, but in a move of petty revenge she refused to tell the other bats how she managed to get clean so fast and not smell like mustard for a week after.
This, of course, leads to the whole bat clan attempting to stalk her to figure out her secret.
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bebx · 3 days
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love the classic damsel in distress trope, but the damsel in question is a pathetic fictional man bleeding out in the dark somewhere on the floor before his ridiculously gorgeous knight comes for his rescue just when he’s about to pass out, and the ridiculously gorgeous knight in question is actually a deranged villain who is his archenemy. but they both have these frustratingly unresolved sexual tension going on where they both hate each other but are also super possessive and protective of each other in the sense that no one else can hurt this little guy but me!!!! and so the knight carries his pathetic damsel in his arms bridal style back to his goth castle where they have hot, kinky gay sex ever after (after he nurses his pathetic enemy’s ass back to health, of course, can’t risk bruising our fragile damsel when he’s already half dead).
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dumplingsjinson · 2 days
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List of “someone who’s about to mentally lose it” prompts
“Believe me, I get exhausted by my own thoughts, too.”
“You’re gonna walk in there, slap on that fake smile and act like everything is okay, you hear me? No one needs to know you’re going through shit, keep it to yourself.” (This is Character A speaking to themselves in the mirror.)
“I mean, I tend to talk myself out of my irrational thoughts so at least there’s that?”
“You didn’t get enough sleep because you were all up in your head?” “Precisely. I’m fine though! That cup of coffee and Red Bull will help keep me awake and alert throughout the day. And one hour of sleep is better than three.”
“Literally do not fucking talk to me, or so God help me.”
“I’m this close to resorting to physical violence if shit continues to not work out.”
“I’m just so fucking tired of everything and need a break from it all but I can’t even get a break!”
“I miss who I was before all of this fucking bullshit I had to go through, in which I don’t think I ever deserved an ounce of.”
Character B, to Character C, about Character A: “…I think that was a cry for help?”
Just a very resigned and tired, “I don’t know what to do.” 
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villainousauthor · 2 days
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Hero stares down at the paper in front of them with mounting dread. Their stomach is all tied in knots, and they feel a cold sweat at the back of their neck.
"You know, you don't have to do this if you truly don't want, I'm not forcing you." Villain purrs behind Hero, voice against their ear. The threat is unspoken. If Hero doesn't sign, they'll continue with their rampage. Continue killing, destroying, maiming.
The pen shakes in Hero's hand as they continue staring down at the paper. It's just a piece of paper, made of thick cardstock, cream white. Yet Hero has been staring at it for fifteen minutes, as if it'll bite them.
Certificate of Marriage
The font is too pretty, all stately and official looking. Hero feels as if they may throw up any minute.
"I don't understand why.." Hero finally finds their voice, asking the question that's been bouncing around in their mind since Villain first pulled the paper out as they suggested a truce.
"You already know my terms. In exchange for leaving your hero friends unharmed, for leaving the civilians of the city unharmed, I want you." Villain's voice is something possessive, filled with fire and heat. "This just makes it more official. More binding."
Hero shudders, and they feel as Villain steps closer behind them, a dark shadow looming over them. They know this goes beyond simply wanting to make their agreement more binding and they both know it.
"You know it's not legitimate- it's not legally binding without an officator." Hero stumbles over their words, not even sure if that's true.
Villain snorts, not usually one to be worried about legality of course. They put a hand to Hero's shoulder, warm and rough.
"I can find a priest to threaten. No one needs to know how and when we signed. Unless you'd rather make a big ceremony of this." Villain's tone is now teasing, amused by the idea of a wedding. "That could certainly be done if you prefer."
Flushing hot, Hero shakes their head quickly. No, they would not prefer that. This is already nerve-wracking and humiliating as is. A part of them wants to outright refuse, to tear the paper the shreds, and throw it in their face, but Hero knows this is the chance to get Villain to back down.
"I wouldn't be unkind to you." Villain says, voice suddenly softer and more serious. They lean forward, face resting against Hero's neck. The most terrible part is that Hero knows they mean it. They wouldn't be unkind or cruel, and that makes this all the more difficult. "You'd belong to me, but I'd take care of you."
Hero already knows there's no choice. They knew from the beginning that there was no other option. They have to do what is best for everyone else. Shakily, they finally nod.
"So selfless, so sacrificial to others." Villain says as they place a feather light kiss against the shell of their ear. "We'll have to work on that once you're with me."
They take Hero's hand currently holding the pen in their own, their grasp strong, as they lift it to the paper.
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keyotosprompts · 1 day
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you're the thoughts that can't be tamed ⊹₊。ꕤ
some ways to build tension
⇴ holding person b's hand longer than usual, just because person a craves the skinship. meanwhile, the person b is practically on fire and keeps glancing at person a.
⇴ "and if you're not ready for this right now, then i can wait–" and the other person cuts them off with a kiss.
⇴ cutting people off with kisses in general. something so endearing about not being able to contain your love for someone that you have to express it asap.
⇴ that silence before a long, deep conversation between person a and person b. they're both looking around at anything but each other, when both parties want nothing more than to desperately reach out. (like they're spiraling not being able to talk to each other)
⇴ "so..." "so."
⇴ that feeling when person a knows there's someone behind them, but is too nervous to check in case it's person b. meanwhile, person b is highly anticipating person a to look back.
⇴ always (and i mean ALWAYS) managing to find each other even through the busiest of crowds. and having that moment where you two make eye contact across the room.
⇴ rubbing/scratching a body part (ex. back) and person a's hand lingers a little too low on accident. but they're freaking out and don't know what to do, so they just keep their hand where it is.
⇴ "if you wanna say something, now's your chance."
⇴ slowly watching person a walk away, even though person b wants them to stay. so, person b runs and tries to catch up with person a before they leave.
⇴ one bed trope except they can't even build the classic wall of pillows. the bed is tiny, so person a and b have to lay so close together that a can feel b's heartbeat pounding.
⇴ ^^ "are you cold?" person b asks even though they can feel their body heat radiating over person a.
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puppetmaster13u · 3 days
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Mini Prompt
"It's me or him, Bruce!" Jason screamed, green covering his vision as he held a gun to the Joker's head.
"Pull the trigger."
"What?!"
Batman Bruce His Dad simply tilted his head, voice quiet, emotionless almost.
"I have decapitated that thing no less than three times for what he did to you. Pull the trigger."
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moonshynecybin · 3 days
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prompt #3: not actually a prompt but i wanna loop em together. how did none of you ask me about his ARM cmonnnn
"Does anyone have the balls to actually talk to you about it?" Vale says, speaking slowly, almost whispering. Marc's hair is in the way as he talks, face tucked under Vale's chin.
Marc shrugs. Only one shoulder moves.
"They know… They know not to bring it up if I don’t."
"What?" Vale asks. That doesn't sound right. But Marc keeps going:
"It’s easier that way. I can manage it— Ask someone if I need anything. But this way I don’t have to deal with everyone asking me. I decide."
"Maybe you shouldn’t be deciding." Vale says. Marc being the only one in charge of his body means that racing is going to take the priority.
Marc lets out a sound that intends to be a scoff— but it comes out wetter, uglier. Thick with an emotion he can’t help but let escape. He squirms a little against Vale, uncomfortable.
"I am taking the risk, I am the one on the bike. It’s my body, I know my limits."
Vale hums. "I don’t think you do," He says, not unkindly.
"What?" Marc's turn to be confused. He blinks. From this angle, Vale can just see his eyelashes, the way they flutter against his cheekbones. He smooths a thumb over the skin of Marc's arm, tracing against the edges of his bandage, feels him relax a little. It takes a few seconds to find the words.
"I think you crash until you find the limit. That’s what you do. And I think that you are not a motorbike, so you cannot be doing this all the time. You are not a machine or a tool, Marc— if you break yourself there’s not a guarantee the doctors can always fix you."
It's clear Vale's words hit something in him, knock against some long held belief that's recently been mangled by the reality of his injury. Marc curls in on himself, presses hard into the fabric of Vale's t-shirt, and Vale is suddenly, violently glad that they chose not to do this face to face. That he doesn’t have to see the way the scaffolding of Marc’s face is collapsing as he tries not to cry.
His body shudders, a leaf in the wind. When he talks, its taught and thin, scraped raw.
"I am afraid— I am afraid it will not be how it was," Marc says.
"It won’t.” Vale replies, and he feels like he wants to burn down the world. He hates that he hasn't been here, that Marc has had to deal with this alone. That they weren't speaking when the injury happened. That he had to get updates on Marc from fucking instagram. That he couldn’t convince Marc not to race, not to rush recovery, not to open that sliding door. Anything to prevent this— Marc, cracked open against him, chest heaving.
A terrible thought occurs to him, and he remembers abruptly and with horrific clarity when he broke his leg in 2010. How he came back months early, against the wishes of his doctor. How he lost the title anyways— how it was for nothing.
And he remembers Marc, aged 15 and frame too small, coming up to him in an oversized Honda polo, a model car cradled in his skinny fingers. Two years before Vale’s leg. Marc had been watching.
Was he always like this? Did you make him worse?
Marc shudders in a sniff, exhausted. It’s almost time for his next round of pain meds, and he must be feeling it.
Vale gathers him as close as he can, careful not to disturb his arm. There's nothing he can do about that right now.
He can try. It might not do much, this late, with everything that’s happened. With their history. With Marc’s arm the way that it is. But he can try.
“It won’t be the same, Marc— but that. That doesn’t mean it won’t be okay.”
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wonderful-prompts · 3 days
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Prompt #1276
“Get a muzzle on that one,” the captain of the guard said, gesturing at the prisoner with his chin.
Though all were bound and kneeling, the newly-muzzled prisoner was the one he still kept his distance from. They glared up at him as though still thinking of ways to rip his throat out.
“You didn't think I'd forget you bite, did you?"
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pendarling · 2 days
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Stalking Whump Prompts
Closing windows and doors only to find them opened again
Scattered messages and notes throughout their home, car, school and/or workplace
Hearing noises everywhere
Power turning off
Never feeling alone
Waking up in the middle of the night from fear
Stuff is being moved or rearranged
Whumpee taking a picture of objects to make sure they know they left it exactly as it was
Getting messages and phone calls from no one
Everybody calls Whumpee crazy
If Whumpee had a previous stalker that’s in jail or dead then they constantly visit them to make sure it’s not Whumper
Random scars and bruises in their body
Receiving a package or “gift” as Whumper calls it
Food being tampered with
Moving temporarily to a new home
Hiding their things and keeping secrets
Seeing shadows or strange movements in the corner of their eye
When someone Whumpee had been suspicious about mentions something they had kept to themselves
Whumpee wishes that it really is someone because at this point there’s never enough evidence
Losing their mind and accusing others like Caretaker of stalking
Eventually stalking Caretaker because they’re so certain it’s them
Constantly people watching when they’re outside in the hopes of figuring out who it might be
When Whumpee gets closer to the truth they receive warnings like property being destroyed or stolen
A Whumpee that is sleep deprived and hallucinates the experience
Whumper is present with Whumpee who claims there’s a third person stalking them and Whumper always has to do the reassuring (Whumper turned Caretaker)
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people-own · 3 days
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A very very messy sketch for the anon that wanted to see my design for 1987 Mikey in Too Many Turtles! I had like an hour to do this so it’s actually terrible but eeehhh
As you can probably tell I am very busy in real life right now with university work and assignments. I’m sorry but this blog is going to be quite barren until I finish, which is in like a month or so. It’s annoying because I love drawing but I also have three assignments to do in just over two and a half weeks and then immediately study for exams which is very fun.
So it’s back to prompts! I’ll try and do quick sketches every now and then but the quality will be much lesser. Re blogging my shit art to try and keep my blog active would be appreciated, but not required - I just like doing the weird prompts you guys give me lol
If you want more info on hiatuses, or see some sketches of art I don’t bother posting, it might be worth checking out my ko-fi page as I give real world updates much more frequently on here just from a business standpoint :)
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soprompt · 2 days
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"I definitely miscalculated here."
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thepromptcafe · 2 days
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Dialogue Prompt 8
"What is wrong with your mouth?"
"I'm smiling, people like smiling."
"Please stop. It's creepy."
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Public figure Whumpee, who’d been assaulted in their past, being asked overly personal questions by a fan. They’re handsy, aren’t taking no for an answer, and in general invoking memories that Whumpee would like to forget.
When Whumpee experiences a panic attack in front of hundreds of fans, it written off as an overreaction, people acting like Whumpee has made a big deal of nothing.
Whumpee, feeling invalidated and shamed for their traumas- trying to push themselves in future encounters- partially because of their managers, but additionally from pressure from their fanbase.
Caretaker, realizing that people have essentially bullied Whumpee into allowing people to touch and objectify them, in addition to making Whumpee think that this is what they want/that they’re okay with it.
a sad reality is that this tends to happen a lot in real life too, not just in fiction 😔
anyway, I don’t go there, but here’s a whumpy and angsty prompt for anybody who’s into (fictional) celebrity whump.
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memoriesndew · 1 day
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what to do when you feel overwhelmed or oversaturated
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As we continue into the year we have a lot of goals and a lot of things we would like to achieve and in the process of achieving them we might feel overwhelmed or oversaturated here are a few things that help me when I feel overwhelmed or oversaturated
💭 take a break (cue take a break from Hamilton) — get away from the circumstance or task that is making you feel overwhelmed. take a quick break to reset your mind and refresh. a few minutes of deep breathing, stretching, watching an episode of your favourite series or going for a stroll can be beneficial. I am someone who, in some ways, overwhelms myself. what I mean by this is that I have work divided by certain days, but I try to do everything at once because I tell myself that if I do it now, I'll have a lot of free time later - I don't end up having free time and I just overwhelm myself to work, and taking a break between everything helps.
💭 practice mindfulness — mindfulness techniques, such as deep breathing, meditation, or progressive muscle relaxation, can help you calm your mind and relieve stress. Concentrate on the current moment and let go of concerns about the past and future.
💭 set boundaries — If you're already feeling overloaded, learn to say no to new obligations or tasks. Set boundaries to safeguard your time and energy, and don't be hesitant to delegate chores or request assistance when necessary.
💭 prioritize tasks — Identify the most important things that require your immediate attention and work on them first. Break down larger jobs into smaller, more manageable steps and complete them one at a time.
💭 limit stimuli — If you're feeling overwhelmed by information or stimuli, make efforts to reduce your exposure. This could include turning off notifications on your phone or computer, unsubscribing from unneeded emails or newsletters, or taking a brief break from social media or news intake.
💭 practice self-care — Take care of your physical and mental health by participating in activities that nourish and renew you. This could involve getting adequate sleep, eating good meals, exercising frequently, spending time with loved ones, or engaging in enjoyable hobbies and activities.
💭 seek support — Seek encouragement and support from friends, family, or trustworthy colleagues. Sometimes simply talking to someone about how you're feeling will make you feel less overwhelmed.
💭 seek professional help — If feelings of overwhelm continue or have a substantial impact on your daily functioning, consider obtaining help from a mental health professional, such as a therapist or counsellor. They can teach methods and coping mechanisms to assist you to better handle stress and overwhelm.
Remember that it is normal to feel overwhelmed from time to time, especially when dealing with difficult events or hectic seasons in life. Be gentle to yourself, and remember that you can get through challenging situations with resilience and support.
bye bye my dew drops!!
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