#writing from a prompt

[otherworldseekers]

FFXIVwrite2024 Day 3: Tempest

WoLNero 597 words Domestic fluff Severia suffers from a phobia, Nero gives comfort

A fire roared noisily in the hearth as the tempest raged outside, the crackling of the flames punctuated by the shrill hiss of rain drops finding their way down the chimney and transmuting into steam. The noisier, the better, thought Nero as he ran his hands along Severia’s unbound hair. Though the sound of the storm outside couldn’t be completely drowned out, he knew that the heat and light and noise of the fire helped Severia feel more grounded in the here and now. As did his touch.

His mind went back to the first time he had helped Severia through the terror that assailed her at the sign of thunder and lightning. It had come as quite the surprise at the time. Who would have guessed that the Champion of Eorzea was afraid of storms? And he had found about about it by simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time, from her point of view. Forced to cling to her former enemy turned tentative ally, Severia had let him see her at her weakest. And that was, perhaps ironically, the moment that he had truly begun to fall in love with her. 

Now, with Severia curled up in his lap half asleep, Nero smiled at the memory. They had come so far since that day. Never in his wildest dreams, when he had first seen her as an adventurer in Ifrit’s arena, would he have have believed that this simple domestic scene was in their future. Or that someone like him could bring another comfort by his mere presence. She had given him so much, made him a better man with her acceptance and her love. He would give everything to be able to take away these fears from her forever. 

Though at the same time he had to admit that he thoroughly enjoyed it when she needed him like this. She was the only one who ever had. 

Severia had fallen asleep with her cheek smushed into his leg, a tell-tale wetness spreading from her mouth to his pant leg. Nero wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up enough that he could cover her face in kisses. Her face scrunched up in response and he laughed as he continued assaulting her with his affection. 

“Mmph. Wha… What are you doing?” she mumbled. “I was asleep.”

“I know. You were drooling.”

“I was not! I don’t drool.”

“Then tell me what this is?” He pointed out the wet patch on his pants. 

“Don’t blame your accidents on me.”

“Why you little…” Nero changed tactics and began tickling her. “That’s where your head was.”

Severia shrieked and struggled. “Nero, you’re so mean,” she whimpered. 

“Then do you concede?” he asked, his hands poised over her sides. 

“All right! Maybe I drool sometimes. You didn’t have to rub it in.”

“Perhaps not. But I like that I get to see the less perfect parts of you that no one else gets to. I like that you drool. It makes me feel less unworthy of you.”

“That’s silly,” Severia said, cupping both of his cheeks with her hands. “There’s no question of worthiness when you love someone. And I love you.” She kissed him softly. And then again with more passion. 

“I love you,” Nero said, his voice rough with restrained emotion. “I love you and I think it’s time for bed.” Severia nodded and smiled as he lifted her up in his arms and carried her upstairs. 

The storm had passed, the fire was reduced to embers, but the night was still young. 

Thanks for reading!

[wannabestoryteller]

Random scene writing

Walking through the threshold of the entrance, he is greeted by bird songs and soothing whooshing of water sounds from a handcrafted fountain making an enchanted ambiance beckoning weary travelers. She told him this was the best tavern in the land and she wasn’t pulling his leg. A rustic facade decorated with ivy and blooming flowers. Polished wooden floors exude a rich, honey eyed glow. A fireplace crackles in the corner, casting a soft flickering warm light that dances across the room inviting patrons to gather and share stories. He definitely didn’t quite aesthetically belong. Regardless, his heavy boots steadily clomped forward towards the desk where a peaceful elf adorned in a tasteful ensemble of earth toned garments sits reading, absolutely unbothered by the burly dark outsider. A huge puff from his cigar engulfs her face as he approaches and she starts letting out small faint coughs. She closes her book and covers her mouth with one hand while putting up her pointer finger to him with the other. “Excuse me a moment” she squeezes out in between her polite coughs. He puts the cigar out and blows the smoke away from her this time. “Welcome to the Aduial Tavern. How may I help you today?” She says after quickly composing herself. 

“Just a room for the night” 

“Of course, a room for the night is one silver and our premium room is three silver. It has a view of the ocean from a lovely bath” her voice turns back to its natural warm and comforting cadence. He reaches in his pocket pulling out only 1 silver coin placing it on the table. “Standard room will do” 

“Standard room it is” she takes the silver and starts getting his key together, moving with effortless elegance. She decides to to take this opportunity of his trapped attention to indulge her interest in his mysterious aura. “Where might you be from?” 

His eyes dart up to hers. Although his patience for social interaction with curious people seem very low at the moment, not even having the energy to hide such on his face, he sees the purely genuine curiosity and interest in hers. She notices the unfriendly look but still feels safe enough to keep prying. “If I may ask” she adds respectfully. “I get many walks of life from many different realms through here, but none quite like you.”

“My endeavors usually take place across the sea.”

“Well it’s a good thing you didn’t decide to stay in Hornswaggle Port. Pirates tend to spend their nights between voyages there. It can get quite nasty”

“So I’ve heard” 

“ what brings you across the sea?”

“A mission from a friend I couldn’t say no to” 

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[lilliesand-valleys]

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade changed the entire narrative and saved their souls. In fact, he tied their souls together.

[versias]

The Joker is Dead (and always has been)

Danny is attending Gotham U and gets caught up in a Joker escapade and realizes the clown is, in fact, a ghost.

Suddenly everything makes an insane amount of sense: the fact that no one has killed a psycho with seemingly human-normal abilities yet, that Arkham can’t keep him for more than a week, the obsessive behavior, the appearance.

Honestly, Danny should have clocked this before he even met the spook.

And Danny doesn’t want to step on any toes, really. The Bat and the Joker have A Thing going on. But, the Batman just isn’t equipped to really put a ghost away. No wonder there’s a breakout from Arkham every couple of months. How many other Gotham rogues are obsessive ghosts haunting the city?

Joker doesn’t display any of the usual ghost powers he associates with his own “rogues”—who’ve really become more like unwanted relatives over the years what with their dropping in uninvited, making a mess, and then ditching before they had to help clean.

It strikes Danny, as he’s being tied up by the clown-costumed goons, that maybe the Joker doesn’t know.

Huh.

How does he broach the topic in a sensitive way?

“Hey, uh. Not to be rude but… You know you’re dead, right?”

Danny winces. Not like that, probably.

The Clown Prince of Crime stops in front of him, the crazed light in his eyes dimmed slightly by confusion. He glances back and forth between Danny and the students around him who are shying away from their insane classmate. (Which is. Fair.)

A menacing giggle warbles from the specter’s throat. He leans into Danny’s bubble, that eerie grin stretching somehow wider.

“Ohhhh really?” The clown draws it out and Danny can hear the crackle of static in the high notes. Honestly. How did no one figure this out before? “And are you gonna kill me, hmm? Have I got a widdle hero in my bait tank?”

“No, no, I mean, it’s not… you’re not… like? You’re not alive,” Danny rambles, trying to clarify and failing utterly. “You’re already dead.”

The Joker tilts his head, eyes dilating and glowing toxic green. He considers what Danny said, then throws his head back and cackles like a hyena.

The ghost doubles over, even, laughing so hard it sounds like he’s gonna bust something. He puts a white-gloved hand on Danny’s shoulder for support and squeezes, just shy of hurting.

After an uncomfortably long moment, the ghost wipes imaginary tears out of his eyes and pats Danny on the back so hard he stumbles and falls to his knee.

“You’re a riot, kid! If I didn’t have a date already planned…”

He trails off and ambles away, still chuckling and muttering to himself. “And they say I’m crazy! Wait til Bats hears about this!”

Danny watches him go, despondent.

It’s always harder when they don’t know.

This is gonna be a mess.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

other words to use instead of walk?

Advance - to move forward; proceed

Amble - to go at or as if at an easy gait

Canter - to move at or as if at a canter (i.e., a 3-beat gait resembling but smoother and slower than the gallop)

Footslog - to march or tramp through mud

Hike - to take a long walk especially for pleasure or exercise

Journey - travel from one place to another

Lumber - to move ponderously

March - to move in a direct purposeful manner

Meander - to wander aimlessly or casually without urgent destination

Mosey - to move in a leisurely or aimless manner

Pace - to walk with often slow or measured tread

Pad - to traverse on foot

Parade - to march in or as if in a procession

Patrol - keep watch over (an area) by regularly walking or traveling around or through it

Perambulate - to travel over or through especially on foot

Plod - to walk heavily or slowly

Prance - to walk or move in a spirited manner

Promenade - take a leisurely public walk, ride, or drive so as to meet or be seen by others

Prowl - to move about or wander stealthily in or as if in search of prey

Ramble - to move aimlessly from place to place; to explore idly

Roam - to go from place to place without purpose or direction; also to travel purposefully unhindered through a wide area

Saunter - to walk about in an idle or leisurely manner

Shamble - to walk awkwardly with dragging feet

Shuffle - to move or walk in a sliding dragging manner without lifting the feet

Slog - to plod heavily

Stalk - to walk stiffly or haughtily

Step - to move (the foot) in any direction

Stride - to move over or along with or as if with long measured steps

Stroll - to walk in a leisurely or idle manner

Strut - to walk with a proud gait

Stump - to walk over heavily or clumsily

Toddle - to walk with short tottering steps in the manner of a young child

Tour - make a tour of (an area); a short trip to or through a place in order to view or inspect something

Traipse - to walk or travel about without apparent plan but with or without a purpose

Traverse - to move or pass along or through; to move back and forth or from side to side

Tread - to step or walk on or over

Trek - to make one's way arduously

Troop - to go one's way

Trudge - to walk or march steadily and usually laboriously

Wander - to move about without a fixed course, aim, or goal

Hope this helps. If it inspires your writing in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!

[ghostbsuter]

"You're an ancient." Zatanna breaths out, watching as Phantom's hair grew into a startling black, tiny stars being born and the comets flying.

"I am."

Breaking from her shock, she shakes her head. "You show mercy. Not many gods of their home do so."

Phantom agrees with her. "Not many of these gods have been born human before."

[yeoldenews]

A selection of strange and cryptic personal ads from The New York Herald, 1860s to 1890s. 14/?

[snowlessknitter]

Why I Blog

Why do you blog? So, I’ve noticed that since WordPress went from its own dedicated app to being Jetpack, the Jetpack app actually sends out different writing prompts every day. And most days, when I check the app (usually for notifications more so than reading other blogs), I’m usually not motivated or inspired enough to answer the prompt. But today’s prompt, which you see above, was actually a…

[blueboybot]

Danny, The Hunter And The Kryptonian

Danny accidentally finds himself in the middle of a fight between Lobo and Superman and is not pleased at all. He had assignments due and these two idiots decided that a royal rumble was just the thing he needed at 4 a.m.

So he may have said a few unsavory words towards them which resulted in them halting completely and listening to him in shock.

Now they both think a child from their species survived and has been hiding here on earth because Danny was unaware he gained omnilingualism.

[wannabestoryteller]

“Approaching Earth” the polite robotic voice rips me from my nostalgic daydream. I look ahead and see what was usually supposed to be a dot vibrant with hues of greenish blues, now replaced by a desolate and haunting greyish browns. As much as surprisingly not into space I am, I would almost rather stay out here instead. The empty isolated void of darkness. No boundaries, no made path, no expectations, just is. Engulfed in the vast openness. Sparse glimmers of energetic hope within a hostile environment of which you cannot reach, yet if you try, vaporized. The profound silence reminding you of your small insignificant soul. I understand it now, feels familiar. 

The ships communication light flashes and beeps. “Call from home” the ship’s AI says repetitively. 

[rudamaruda520]

imagine jegulus where James so desperately trying to put them in those painfully obvious "get together" scenarios but fails every bloody time

[in a motel]

James: so there's only one room available so we'll have to share... I sure hope it has two separate beds *crossing fingers*

Regulus: *opening the door* oh yeah, it does, don't you worry 😌

James: 🥲

[in a car]

James: a six-hour trip and just the two of us... I sure hope we don't bond over the long conversation that is ahead of us...

James: Right Reggie?

James: Reggie?

James: *looks at the passenger seat and sees Regulus sleeping with headphones in his ears*

James: 🥲

[in a club]

James: *hires a guy who is going to start aggressively hitting on Regulus so that he can swoop in like a knight on a white horse and save him from trouble*

James: *watches as Regulus flirts back and leaves with a guy hired by James (he probably shouldn't hire Barty for that)*

James: 🥲

[in a small space they "accidentally" locked themselves in]

James: Blimey... it could be hours before someone finds us here...

Regulus: Just a moment... aaaand I managed to unlock the door 🤓

James: Of course you did... 🥲

[scealaiscoite]

reasons for there to be only one bed ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ they’re undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one

²⁾ there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

³⁾ it’s a camping trip, and one character’s forgotten their sleeping bag

⁴⁾ a character goes to their friend’s house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it

⁵⁾ in a roommate scenario, one character’s bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution

⁶⁾ there are two beds, but only one blanket

⁷⁾ a character’s taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

⁹⁾ a character’s had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep

¹⁰⁾ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night

¹¹⁾ it’s a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch

¹²⁾ a threat’s been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers it’s deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere

¹³⁾ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there

¹⁴⁾ there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together

and, of course,

¹⁵⁾ it’s the last room available at the hotel after a long trip

[deadsetobsessions]

Edit: Holy moly, just checked the notes and the argument is not it, at all. Please do not bring that energy (and name calling) to my posts.

DCxDP Prompt.

Danny knew a lot of immortals and near immortals. Not that he knew, of course, because other than the time traveling nonsense, he always stayed in Amity. He saved a lot of said immortals too.

Three months after he moved to Gotham, a bunch of assassins were trying to wreak havoc on the city. Danny flew around to help his new friend, Red Robin. When he landed on the roof top where Tim was facing down the Demon’s Head, neither of them expected the Demon’s Head to stop his attacks and blurt out a surprised, “Danyal?”

Tim, instantly on guard, asked, “How do you know Danny, Ra’s?”

Danny straightened. “Oh my Ancients. You’re the bratty kid with the stick! Ra’s al Ghul!”

“I can not believe I owe someone like you a life debt.”