#scifi prompts

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"You've been weird. New levels of weird. Spooky kinds of weird. Are you possessed or something?"

"You know, I wish it was that simple."

[star-vibing-prompts]

"Come with me! I can show you the world."

"What world?"

"My world."

[promptsblog]

A time traveller builds a sanctuary for LGBT+ people from different eras. However, he and his husband must fight to defend their community when the Time Squad comes knocking.

[theladyregret]

Humans as deathworlder space orcs story idea: Humanity makes contact with a highly advanced alien race before we ever even come close to figuring out FTL technology. Instead of trying to kill or enslave us they decide to uplift us. In exchange for access to their advanced technologies humanity agrees to help the aliens in their exploration of other hostile worlds which they have found too dangerous to explore. And also serve as shock troops against other more aggressive aliens. The friend aliens are basically space bees. So many...very intimidating...but ultimately very delicate and peaceful.

[otpcompendium]

A lives on Earth and B lives on the moon, and during calls between the two of them A likes to go outside and look up at the moon to feel a little bit closer to B.

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[biggaywritingprompts]

Space mermaids

[umprompted]

#191

Humanity loved to trap anything they could get their hands on; information, resources, experiments… you were just one of the ones unlucky enough to get caught.

[wordy-birdy-prompts]

"There's probably a better way to phrase it, but I had to turn off my brain, like, 3 dimension jumps ago. That's the best explanation you're getting out of me."

[the-ninnas-writes]

Prompt #39 Stranded in space.

In space, nobody can hear you scream. On the uphand, nobody can you hear you sing, either. "This is ground control to Major Tom. You've really made the grade. And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear..." The name of the astronaut stranded out in space is not Major Tom, but *insert your OC's name and rank*. They float through the void of space, rotating slowly around their own little orbit in the direction of whatever nearest large space body's gravitational pull. Not that they could see much nearby. Most of space is much wider apart than the reach of the human gaze. They've been ejected out into open space from a rushing starcraft, the craft zooming away to one direction, and *name* propelling the way it came from. They've been through all the stages of being ejected out into open space by now. There's an actual list, derived from a research papers studying recovered space-suit recordings and, occasionally, actual survivors.

Technically, someone would hear them sing post mortem, if that were the case, so they'd disabled their suit's blackbox right around the last, seventh stage. The stages are such and typically in the following order: (1) hyperventilating in a state of panic or shock, with only a one percent occurrence of actual screaming, (2) self-negotiating and calming, with a repetition of one's native equivalent of 'okay, okay', (3) fiddling with one's suit to see any signs of nearby crafts, remaining oxygen levels, and attempts at distress calls if possible, (4) crying, (5) making amends with one's god or people in their lives, praying, or a lengthily monologue, (6) a long silence, sometimes interrupted by purposeful, stress-relieving screaming, and finally, (7) an appreciation of space, the zen-ness of the situation, and acceptance, usually signified by singing. *Name* is singing now, having earlier instructed their suit to lock the ability to check oxygen levels and not to notify when breathable gas was critically low, unless overridden by admin. God knows who the admin would be.

"I'm stepping through the door, and I'm floating. In a most peculiar way..."

If they just keep singing, role-playing some other tragic character, and not think about all this, they won't have to question whether they've had a good life, or whether it was worth it, or whether they're ready to go. They'll just try to ignore dying, ironically hoping it would go away on its own, like they did with every thing else they didn't want to deal with. And then, they heard it.

[forgottenthreads]

Alien Ambassador: so I've just been to Sol, met with the Humans, and we have a problem.

Alien politician: what sort of problem?

Ambassador: remember a while back we ran into that insectoid species?

Politician: yeah there were like what 60 million of them in delta P right, such a headache trying to negotiate voting rights for them, their population was out of control.... An order of magnitude more than any other race we've encountered, Wait there's not 60 million humans right?

Ambassador: um no... There's not 60 million humans

Politician: thank the stars, those humans are a mess, I heard what they did to their system, global warming, nuclear war, then Mars... Just crazy...

Ambassador: they passed 60 Million humans before the nuclear war, in fact they passed 600 Million humans before their nuclear war.... They had 6 Billion when their global warming was first identified

Politician: oh.... Oh no...

Ambassador: the insectoids had one mother laying eggs, about half the humans are mothers, they can double in population every 2-3 years if they want, though typically they double every 30 to 50 years

Politician: so that's ...

Ambassador: they're coming up on a trillion

Politician: ... A problem. Wait how does even two planets support that many of them?

Ambassador: well they don't just live on Earth, Luna, Venus and Mars anymore, someone had the idea to turn space debris into 'space stations' and farmland... They predict their system can support 10,000x the population before running out of easily accessible materials.

Politician: ... Well the fecal matter is certainly going to hit the circulation unit when the news gets out... They have no self control... Wait a second wasn't Venus that Acid world... What the... How are they living there?

Ambassador: I figured it was better not to ask.

Politician: I think I'd better get to work, please write up a full report for .... Everyone .... everyone will want to know... *Sigh* it's gonna be a long Decade.

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"Verify your identity."

"C'mon, [X], you know it's me."

"Verification not accepted."

"Is this because I called you a stupid robot?"

[star-vibing-prompts]

"We're trapped!" The small Sandwing dragonet cried, his wings flapped a few times in fear. His eyes widened with terror. He snapped his head towards his sister, who was just as terrified as him.

She was trembling alongside him. "Don't worry [Name]! I- I will get us out of here somehow!" She said, trying to sound reassuring while the fear in her eyes betrayed her voice.

The two little dragonets suddenly heard a raspy laugh from behind them, they both turned around only to see a caged up Seawing. The Seawing looked slightly dehydrated but not enough for him to be completely insane.

"Sorry little ones...there ain't no way out of this laboratory." The Seawing grunted, he had metal chains wrapped around his neck, his wrists and his torso, practically forcing his wings to stay close. "Once you've entered this forsaken place, you're stuck." He laughed a bit.

However, he didn't sound too happy. The two dragonets looked even more terrified now.

[promptsblog]

One dissident scientist and her husband discretely permit their child to be born intersex in a dystopian future wherein everyone is genetically altered before birth to conform to rigid gender conventions. But as the child grows, the secret becomes gradually harder to keep hidden.

[captyns]

JULEE -- 2hour comm for oldmanpolk !

[otpcompendium]

Android A has been trying to hide the fact that they’re a robot from B, a human they’ve started becoming friends with. But after an accident ends with them damaging their mechanics in order to save B’s life, they're not sure how B might react the next time they see each other. 

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[biggaywritingprompts]

An ancient godly being who may not understand the intricacies of human behaviour, but understands the intricacies of the universe