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Writing Game Week #1: Use These Prompts to Get Back Into Writing!

Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5 Prompt 6 Rules: Sharing randomly generated prompts every day for a week. Create sth with it in only an hour (time yourself). Don't edit or proofread till the very end. Just. Write. Tags: cute idiotic fluff, voyeurism??, just two people being idiots really A/N: For this prompt, I chose Book I in the series, The Seven Realms (The Demon King). Feel free to pick wtv you like for your take. I colored the part I took from the book as well.

P.S. If you've never read the book/series, you'll be lost lol. I tried to leave as many context clues though so I hope you still enjoy it!

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Prompt 7: Turn to page 103 in Your favorite book, read the scene, and finish it yourself.

“Raisa swallowed hard and stepped into the shelter of the doorway. Amon planted a hand on Micah’s shoulder and propelled him down the corridor. But the look Micah fired at Raisa over his shoulder said this wasn’t the end of it.”

Cowering back into her room, Raisa breathed out deeply, hand trembling as she carefully shut the door. Plopping herself onto the comfy mattress, her exhausted body spread like a starfish, she tried desperately not to think of Micah’s glare.

It lingered on her skin. She hugged her body close, comforting herself, quickly switching topics in her mind. She thought of her fervent kiss with Amon; how his big arms embraced her and his worrying made her stomach twist with butterflies.

There was nothing to worry about, she reassured herself. Whoever made that tunnel must’ve died a long time ago.

“Whatever,” she mumbled under her breath, ignoring the creeping blush in her cheeks. “Let’s change out of this bothersome gown.”

While she did that, her mind continued to harass her, reminding her of how stupid it was to throw herself at Amon like that. He clearly didn’t seem to be into it. And something about that hurt the princess on a primal level.

What was I thinking? Wearing a gown? Letting Magret know our secret place? Kissing him? Telling him about the tunnel? And now this whole mess with Micah?

Micah, who had sat in his room fuming, unable to believe that a man of the Queen’s Guard nevertheless dared emasculate him as such. Just like Raisa feared, this wasn’t over. Amon had made an enemy without even realizing it.

Bryne’s son was facing a difficult night of his own. Having seen Raisa after all these years sent his mind spiraling. Foolishly he tried to tell himself he didn’t know why. But he did. He absolutely did. Raisa in that gown? Raisa being the daring, do-first-think-later girl he admired? Raisa’s lips, her waist, her soft skin?

He shook his head; his movements deliberately slow as he undressed. He feared that if he moved any faster, it would prompt him to do something rash. Like go back, check on the princess, sweep her room—in the name of duty, of course, and then…well…things happen.

Then he remembered the tunnel. Raisa promised she’d do something about it but he knew her. She’s stubborn enough to think that it still posed no danger.

Instinctively, his armor came back on and he retraced their steps back to the glass garden. Sure, he had to be up early. And yes, he probably wouldn’t hear the end of it from his dad if he’s incompetent tomorrow. It didn’t matter. He just wanted, nay needed, to know that the princess, his Raisa, was safe.

In no time, he was descending the ladder into the rat-infested pathway that led to her room. Worried she had already slept, he kept his footsteps light as he approached the end. It was hard to keep his breathing steady, though. His heart was beating too fast. Images that weren’t supposed to be running through his mind couldn’t stop emerging despite how hard they pushed them away.

Images of them kissing here only minutes ago. Images of what could’ve happened if he hadn’t stopped them. And why did he? Just why? Just because she’s the princess? Just because his righteous self wouldn’t let him?

His thoughts halted as he came to the door. Bracing himself, he put his hand to it and opened it slightly ajar. He paused to listen. Beyond the walls, he could hear the sound of water running. Perhaps the princess is taking a shower?

Amon thanked the heavens. He thought he was going to have to work while Raisa slept. But if she was in her bathroom quarters, there was enough noise to cover his movements. He would work swiftly; board the door up before Raisa was done.

But Raisa was already drying herself off, seeing that she wasn’t enjoying her bath as much as she typically did.

Her mind had continued to incessantly worry over every little thing that happened throughout her long, exhausting day. It cut her bathtime short. She decided it was best she went to sleep; put an end to this day once and for all.

Wrapping her body up in a towel, she came out, steam trickling into the room, alerting her late-night intruder. He jumped, hiding behind the several dresses that hung in her wardrobe. Bones! He thought. She’s going to reach in here for clothes, isn’t she?

He glanced behind him. The door was already half boarded up. He couldn’t go back the way he came and come back later to finish his job. He was stuck.

Raisa, unaware of her friend’s presence or his turmoil, shed the towel covering her up to the ground. Water rolled off her tan skin, dripping onto the soft rug beneath her soles. She went through the dresser near her bed, searching for a pair of undergarments suitable for bed. What pieces she deemed fit she threw onto her bed in one swift motion.

Amon watched. He didn’t want to. He begged his eyes to look away, tried to pry them off the lines of the princess’ curves or the fullness of her body. He remembered how firm yet frail it felt in his arms as he kissed her. How right it was to do so.

It was hard to stop. His lustful gaze followed her as she dressed. She bent over slightly to put on her underwear, covering her intimates first. Then, she glided a thin, pink nightdress over her glistening skin. It stopped at her knees, granting Amon a sheer view of Raisa’s front.

Brushing her hair back, the blissfully unaware princess sat at her dresser to unbraid and brush her hair. Normally, Marget would be doing this for her. She didn’t mind doing it herself, though.

Her mind drifted to Amon again as she combed through her hair. Where did he learn to kiss like that? It seemed to be the question that bugged her the most. Wouldn’t it be weird if I asked? She feared he’d jump to ridiculous conclusions.

He didn’t seem to have any trouble showing his jealousy, though, Raisa wondered idly, recalling how he reacted when she spoke of her suitors.

“It seems it’s going to be a long night.” The princess sighed to herself, giving up on brushing her hair just as she did with finishing that bath.

Not expecting to hear her talk, Amon startled where he stood, rattling a few hangers as he did. He held his breath and waited, closing his eyes and not wanting to see if Raisa had picked up on the noise. His heart danced wildly in his chest; his lungs filling up with air that begged to be released.

Weary, he blinked open one eye. Raisa was still sitting there, only she was looking in his direction with fearful eyes. She can’t see me, he thought, but she did hear me.

Grabbing a pair of cutting scissors, Raisa slowly stood to her feet. In her panic, she seemed to forget about her state of undress as her light steps made their way to the closet.

Amon’s brain spiraled some more. Several scenarios ran through his brain, none of which were good. He tried to determine which one was the best case but came up empty. Exhaling loudly, the words came spilling out of him before he could even think.

“I’m sorry Raisa,” he began quietly, “I only came because I was worried.”

The princess shrieked at her friend’s voice then quickly covered her mouth to muffle the sound. The last thing she wanted was to wake up the guards. Not with Amon here. Not with her dressed like this.

“Amon?” The name was a whisper in the air. “What in Hanalea’s bloody bones are you doing here?”

“I wanted that door boarded up.”

“I promised you I would do it!”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “We both know you wouldn’t have.”

The princess huffed, slamming open her closet doors to glare at her rude intruder. “What are you saying? That I’m stubborn?”

Amon’s eyes didn’t know where to look. He squirmed and fidgeted at the proximity of such breathtaking beauty. Face red, he replied, “Yes, Your Highness.”

“There you go calling me that again.”

“Would you look at yourself?” Amon’s eyes flicked to hers, tired of being the sane one here. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not royalty.”

Embarrassed, Raisa hid her body behind clumsy arms. She looked away, turning to fetch a robe and cover herself up. Amon let out another heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

Raisa stood there, too shy to speak. Tensed silence filled the room till she found her voice.

“I’m sorry, too.”

“For what?”

“For being stubborn, I suppose.”

Amon chortled, shoulders finally slumping back. “I’ll be going now…I didn’t mean to disturb you. Thought you’d be sleeping by now.”

“That makes the two of us.”

Amon smiled again. “Yeah, Da’ is never letting me live this one down.”

Raisa smiled back, stepping up and briskly patting his shoulders. “Well, then you’d better go soldier. And that’s an order from your soon-to-be queen.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

She could tell from his tone he didn’t mean it that time, and her smile widened.

She let him out the door, bidding him good night once more. Before he walked away, however, she asked, “by the way…how long were you in my room for?”

Amon halted, heart stopping in his throat as he turned back around. “I’d only just come in.”

With that, he rushed down the hallway, fleeing what felt like the scene of a crime. Raisa cocked her head in question, but being too exhausted from overthinking things, she didn’t dwell on it.

Then she noticed how far along the door had been boarded up and realized her late-night visitor had been here longer than he should’ve been. The thought filled her with an inexplicable anxiety that kept her up all of that night.

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ULTRAMagic Chaos Chapter 4

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Wynstan noticed the other arbiters were giving him displeased looks. “What? I didn’t actually blow anything up this time…”

Osbeorn pointed at the desk he had been using. “Really now?”

“Reactions. Nothing but reactions.”

“Isn’t an explosion a type of reaction though?” Razor pointed out.

This warranted a mild glare from Wynstan. He then approached Razor with an inquisitive look. “And who might you be?”

Tusk cleared his throat. “Well that’s Magnus’ son, Razor.”

It then occurred to the messy arbiter who was standing next to him. “Tusk! Good to see you again!”

“You too, Wynstan,” he replied as they shook hands and high-fived.

“Sorry to give you the chilly reception, friend,” Wynstan apologized as he vigorously shook Razor’s hand.

Ealdhelm stepped over to the main podium. “Once Ultimatum arrives with Adelheid and Ulrich, we can really get down to business…” He was interrupted by a bird made of magic, dropping a note before him. “Oh? Let’s see what we have here…”

“10 coins says it’s one of the champions” Wynstan muttered to Tusk.

“Probably.”

Ealdhelm groaned. “General Raisa appears to be bothering the three.”

“Called it,” Wynstan announced.

“I’ll go help them,” Tusk declared.

“Are you sure about that?” Ealdhelm questioned. “Raisa is quite the handful.”

Before Tusk could speak, Mayhem stepped forward. “Then follow me! Dragutin will get us there in no time.”

“Very well,” Ealdhelm confirmed. “Don’t hesitate to call on us if things get out of hand.”

The two made their way to the courtyard, with Razor tagging along. He was nervous, but also wanted to get in on the action. Standing in the hallway leading outside was a humanoid goat in royal blue clothes. His fur was dark purple, his ears and horns were upright, and he held a dark staff with a red stone hovering at the top of it.

“Hey, Tusk. Long time no see.”

“Randalph!” Tusk replied as they gave each other a best friend’s hug.

“So where are you guys heading off to?”

“The Droom Outskirts” Mayhem answered. “Apparently Raisa is bothering Ultimatum.”

“Oh jeez. Mind if I tag along?” Randalph asked.

Tusk continued to lead the group outside. “Of course. That would improve our chances greatly. Oh, Randalph, this is Razor Scully, Magnus’ son.”

The two shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Razor. I’m Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe. Tusk and I used to be alchemy students and explorers.”

“Yeah, dad and Chief Sigmund have mentioned you before.”

Randalph then looked at the stone arm. “Tusk, what in the blue blazes happened to your arm?”

“The Lich of Old, Randalph. I am never doing that again.”

Dragutin was sitting in the center of the courtyard and readied his wings as the group approached. “I trust that Ealdhelm got the note I saw, Mayhem?”

“Absolutely” he said as he climbed up onto the jabberwock’s back. “To the Droom Outskirts. Also this is Tusk and Razor, two of the people who were watching us at the arena.”

“A pleasure to meet you two” Dragutin greeted as Tusk got up on his back. “Hopefully your trip to the city went without problems?”

Tusk nodded. “Thankfully, given all the chaos around here at the moment.”

Razor could see that Dragutin did not have enough space on his back, so he began to turn into a wolf. He was stopped by Randalph. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

Randalph pointed to a great bird flying towards them. “There will be no need for running. Here comes Otho…” An eagle as large as Dragutin landed in front of them, with Randalph giving the bird a pet along its head. “Let’s roll, Otho!”

Razor was helped up, but was startled when the bird made a light screech. “What kind of Eagle is this?”

“A void eagle. They are truly amazing birds to behold and tame.”

“Follow me lead, Otho” Dragutin instructed as he began to take off.

Meanwhile, Ultimatum was not having a good time. Adelheid and Ulrich were not in any danger, but it was ideal that Raisa did not follow them back to Droomopolis. Ultimatum insisted on handling this, despite Ulrich’s offer to help. Raisa was sixth dimensional and the angel was seventh dimensional. What should have been an easy fight was turning into a real hassle for him, however. Raisa was a lot more persistent than he had initially expected.

Raisa was an unbelievable opponent. Originally a mad scientist’s experiment, she had been appropriated and enhanced by Delphine. The champion had long, large arms lined with spikes and giant, clawed hands. Her skin was like a weird, sludge-like material, and her head looked like it had merged with a bodysuit meant to keep her contained. This was made clear by the fact that her head was sleek and shiny like rubber. She also had a face that had two, glowing eyes and a mouth full of shark-like teeth. Aside from that strangeness, she also had the body of a typical fit female. Normally Ultimatum would have dispatched her with ease, but the magic she had access to made winning easier said than done.

“Stand still, you slippery miscreant!” Ultimatum ordered as he fired arrows from a bow of shining light.

Raisa was teleporting around, laughing as she did. “Too slow! Close, but no cigar!”

Adelheid straightened out her rather fancy coat. “Come now, Ultimatum. Let’s finish this and be on our way.”

“Yes, Discordant Blood…”

“If you can’t deal with this little wench, what good are you to the ULTRAMagic Guild?”

“Hey, easy, Adelheid,” Ulrich cut in. “He’s doing his best…”

“His best is prolonging this journey, Discordant Gravity. Why were you so insistent on walking when we could have easily teleported to Droomopolis?”

Ulrich shook his head. “Because you don’t get out of your cathedral enough and need the fresh air.” She groaned because she knew Ulrich was right.

Raisa launched a punch at Ultimatum, who blocked it with a shield of light. “Cool! You should join Delphine and teach me that!”

Ultimatum chuckled. “Raincheck, but I’m free on the seventh at seven.”

“So it’s a date then!?” Raisa cackled. “Just don’t bring Adelheid. She’s stinky!”

Adelheid gave Raisa the most violent look imaginable as blood poured from under her coat, forming blades from her arms. “THAT’S IT, CURSE DELPHINE AND HER SMUG FACE! I’M THROTTLING THIS BRAT!”

As Ulrich went to stop Adelheid and calm her down, Dragutin and Otho touched down. Tusk and the others charged in, with the former leading the attack. He had covered his fist in a giant, stone gauntlet of which he used to punch Raisa, sending her flying into an abandoned building. The gauntlet crumbled, but Tusk did not expect it to last. Raisa took a second to get up from the rubble and was laughing as she did.

“That was awesome! Show me how to…” Raisa immediately realized the odds were not in her favor as the entire group approached her. “That’s all, folks!” she said in a comedic tone before running away as fast as she could.

“Good riddance” Adelheid growled as she dispelled her blood.

Ulrich dusted off his office shirt and pants. “It just occurred to me that Raisa doesn’t fully grasp the fact that she’s sixth dimensional now.”

Ultimatum breathed a sigh of relief. “Tusk, good to see you again.”

“I trust you’re not going to bounce on us again, Ultimatum?”

“No, not this time,” he replied with a laugh. “Thanks for the assist, that was incredibly annoying. Situations like that make me question my journey to The Final Azoth sometimes.”

“Hey, Ultimatum!” Razor held out his hand.

“Razor, good to see you again! Is that ULTRAMagic I sense?”

He nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes indeed. I’m going to join the guild when we’re done.”

Ultimatum gave a calm, triumphant laugh. “We’ll be happy to have you, Razor.”

Adelheid cleared her throat, getting everyone’s attention. “As fun as this reunion is, gentlemen, we ought to be moving on before the sun sets.”

Ulrich exhaled. “Don’t mind Adelheid, guys. She’s just cranky over having to go outside for once.” The others laughed while she gave him an annoyed look. “Nice to meet you, Tusk and Razor,” Ulrich said as he shook their hands. Despite being a Discordant God, he was dressed rather casually and looked like he worked in an office. He also had a very friendly demeanor.

Taking a moment to admire the surreal beauty of the setting sun, Ultimatum began walking towards Droomopolis. “Alright, let’s get moving. Lord only knows what else we’ll have to deal with out here.”

As the group walked, Mayhem went ahead with Dragutin and Otho to tell the arbiters the good news. The rest of the journey went without any interruptions. Razor was concerned about Raisa returning, but Ulrich assured him that was unlikely. Delphine treasured Raisa and would not send her into a situation she could not handle.

Adelheid had been studying Tusk and Razor as they walked. “Tusk, was it? While I appreciate your assistance, are you sure you’re up to the challenge? You got in a lucky shot, but I question whether or not you’re up to par for this conflict.”

Tusk looked bewildered. “That’s a lot of words to ask if I’m ready for this…”

“I can personally assure that Tusk’s a capable mage and alchemist, Discordant Blood,” Randalph vouched.

“Indeed” she replied in a skeptical tone.

“I think you’ll do fine, Tusk,” Ulrich said as he scratched his stubble.

Randalph tapped Tusk’s arm. “You really need to visit Limbo sometime. Grendel has really missed you.”

“Yeah, I probably should. How’s he doing?”

“Great. He’s really perfecting his shapeshifting. In fact, he should be in Droompolis at the moment.”

Razor looked confused. “A shapeshifter?”

“Yes,” Randalph answered. “My homeland moves across Limbo and we picked him up one day when I was but a mere kid becoming a buckling. Grendel is a colony lifeform that my family adopted.”

“Oh, wow. That’s cool.”

Tusk nodded. “Yeah. I think you’ll like him, Razor. Randalph, you also need to swing by the forest when you get the chance. The scrolls and tomes I brought back from the Dark Grand Desert are unbelievable.”

“You don’t say,” Randalph replied. “Given the waves your battle sent through the realms, I’d be surprised if they weren’t. Did you happen to find any unique alchemical formulas?”

“Tons…” Tusk picked up a rock and transmuted it into a metallic, purple sphere that appeared to function as a compass. “And this is just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Just be careful, you two,” Ultimatum cautioned. “The Great Unspeaker has a great deal of forbidden knowledge in his archives.”

Ulrich laughed. “Don’t let Kleitos hear that. He’ll be all over that place like a moth to a flame.”

“Don’t worry, guys,” Tusk said in a reassuring, yet slightly dismissive tone. “Fun is the name of the game for me and Randalph, like that one time we used a grand scroll formula to make an ice cream castle!”

Randalph cleared his throat. “That was his idea. I advised against it.”

Tusk smiled. “True, but we still had fun, didn’t we?”

His friend shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah, not going to lie.”

“See, there you go,” Ulrich stated. “Those who are humble and passionate have nothing to fear from knowledge.”

Adelheid giggled. Tusk was starting to grow on her. “I’ll give you that, Tusk; You’ve certainly got spirit.”

Now it was Razor’s turn to chuckle. “You should have seen him a couple of months ago.” He then stood still, as if mimicking a tree. The others laughed.

The spark in the group’s souls was becoming more apparent to Adelheid. “Normally I wouldn’t say this so casually, but you certainly seem to have a lot more potential than the rabble that offers their services on the regular…” As she said that, what remained of the Vestergaard knights were in full retreat towards Droomoplis. “See what I mean?”

Ultimatum took a second to process that only three of the seven knights were there. “Dear God! I guess those who boast the loudest have the most to hide…”

Razor looked concerned. “Should we help them?”

Ulrich placed his hand on his shoulder. “Leave them be. This is a lesson they need to learn on their own. It won’t do them any good for us to interfere.”

Tusk nodded. “If we help them now, they’ll potentially think they can rely on us for everything. I’m all for helping people out, but Sir Gebhard sounds like he has some maturing to do.”

Razor nodded in acceptance. “Oh, I see.” He could sense that Tusk was still offended by being called a ‘sapling.’

Next: Chapter 5

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