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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“You haven’t left? I thought you’d have slipped out by now. Gone back to your princely duties.”
“I like being in your room here, honestly. It’s fascinating.”
“What, that I, a lowly commoner, can live here? This is the wing your parents gifted to my family, being the royal scientists and all.”
“It’s fascinating because I happen to like science, too. And the joke’s on you — I find your acerbic tongue charming. No one else dares to be sarcastic with me.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“This library — it’s a maze in here. How do you never get lost?”
“I let the books tell me where to go.”
“O-oh. That’s normal.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“I know we’re not exactly best of friends, but come on, we have to actually work together to get out of here, okay, Big Guy?”
“Hmph.”
“And that’s going to require us to communicate, okay?”
“Hmph.”
“Is… is that all you know how to say?”
"Yes.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“Let me get this straight, princess. Our kind and benevolent queen is after you? And wants you dead?”
“She’s definitely not kind and benevolent, but yes.”
“Damn. What did you do to piss her off?”
“Nothing! Other than exist! And maybe I grew bigger boobs than her. I don’t know, I’ve never really understood why my stepmother hates me.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“You almost won, my love.”
“That’s a very nice way of saying that I lost.”
“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself. You should know — second place isn’t all bad.”
“There were only two players.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“When did you start to like me? Don’t tell me you’ve always had a crush on me this whole time.”
“Are you kidding? No way. I didn’t know you existed.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I think it was… when I saw you climbing that tree, to get that cat down. You were laughing, but you also had this determined look in your eyes, and you were talking to your friends and letting them know everything was going to be okay… and I mean. I dunno. You’ve always been so shy, but you were so confident in that moment. And after that I couldn’t stop noticing how pretty you are.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“Holy shi—!”
“I know, I know, you’re in awe, it happens to the best of the best when they see a stunning specimen such as I—and I understand! You humans can’t really help yourselves. You are not used to such beauty—”
“Oh, I’m tripping bad. I’m tripping real bad—”
“Well, yes, if you’re seeing an ugly genie emerge from the lamp in your hands. Ha! Get it? Because I am not ugly, but extremely attractive? Ha! Jokes. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to make jokes with someone who can listen. It’s just me in the lamp, so it gets a bit boring. But I’m real, baby.”
“…”
“Alright, speechless, I see. Ahem. Let’s do the whole thing. Three wishes. You get three wishes from yours truly, can’t wish someone back to life, can’t wish to kill someone, and can’t wish for someone to fall in love — but hey, look, I’m not judging if you don’t even care about the last one, friends with benefits are a whole lot more fun—oh, wow, look at you. You are bleeding. Profusely.”
“…yeah.”
“I am so sorry, I didn’t realize that you—well, you see, my eyes are adjusting from the lamp. It’s a lot brighter in there, you know, because it’s a lamp. Wow. Alright. I feel like we should do something about that, yes? Perhaps… make a wish to get better, hm?”
“Worst… hallucination… ever.”
“That’s not how you make a wish.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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As the stuntperson iced their knee, the entity haunting them for the past three weeks materialized beside them, in all their translucent glory.
“So like, I get that these types of death-defying gigs are literally your job, but it’s seriously killing me all over again to watch you get hurt,” the ghost mused, flexing their muscles as if to look more casual talking about something serious.
The stuntperson felt a little guilt, looking at their friend. They wondered, briefly, when they started caring for the ghost.
“Sorry. You don’t have to watch, you know.”
The ghost scoffed, offended. “Um, okay, whatever? Maybe I’m not even here for you. Maybe my unfinished business has something to do with me studying the psychology of adrenaline junkies. You don’t know.”
The stuntperson smiled. “You’re hot when you’re talking about psychology.”
The ghost’s cheeks turned so crimson they were almost opaque.
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“Hey. Babe.”
“Hm?”
“I really enjoy this hug, but can you let me go? I’m going to be late for work.”
“Oh, alright. Just… five more minutes? Please?”
“Of hugging? Do all fairies do this? Come on, babe, I’m not going to get hurt.”
“Last week you fell down the stairs. Yesterday you burned your wrist on the iron. And five minutes ago, you slammed your hip into the counter —”
“A-and you kissed it all better, so what’s the big deal?”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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A sighs dreamily at themselves in the hand mirror they’re levitating, twirling a lock of hair with their fingers, ignoring the plume of black smoke rising from the kitchen.
“Hey, Narcissus-wannabe, how do you feel about burnt cookies?” asks B, popping out from behind the kitchen counter, both oven mitts on fire.
A drops the hand mirror, all their magic pulsating towards B in a panic. “What in the hells—? Get out of there! You could get hurt!”
“What? Oh — no, no. Probably not. I’m okay so far, don’t worry.”
“So far?”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“You and I make a good team, for two people who hate each other.”
“Not really.”
“Wow. Now that’s cold. You don’t think we’re a good team?”
“No, that part’s true. I was talking about the second thing. I don’t hate you.”
“You… don’t… what?”
“You blow me away, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever crushed on anyone so hard. It sort of hurts.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“Psst, Bobble Head. You can take a nap if you need it.”
“What? No, no, I’m so sorry. We’re on a date. In a movie theater. I’m not — I’m not falling asleep, either. Wait, did you just call me Bobble Head—?”
“How long did you stay up working on your project that your lame-ass group didn’t contribute anything for?”
“N-no, it’s not like I stayed up all night to get it turned in by eight am this morning or anything, I mean, I took naps! And I had a mocha this morning! So I’m good. I’m awake. This movie’s really cute, too. Thanks for choosing it for us.”
“Yeah… here, use my shoulder.”
“Um, what?”
“I’ll wake you up when the movie’s over, okay, Bobble Head? Just sleep.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“I can walk on my own, darling. Don’t patronize me.”
“Of course not, I would never.”
“Thank you—aughh!”
“Four whole steps before you decided to hug the floor. I’m impressed. And a little bit jealous too, but this isn’t about me.”
“On second thought, I might be willing to accept a little bit of help with the whole walking thing.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“This is my quest, you know,” A complains as they walk through the woods.
“And I’m your assigned companion,” B says matter-of-factly with their face in a book so they don’t see the tree root in front of them. “So suck it—ahh!”
“I dunno. I have high hopes,” C says, catching B by the waist gracefully, dipping them, then pulling them up and twirling them for good measure.
Unfortunately, B’s so discombobulated from the sudden ballroom dancing in the woods that they stumble backwards dizzily and trip over the same tree root and fall on their back.
“OW!”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“You didn’t have to help me. I had that handled.”
“Right. Next time you’re dangling off a hundred-foot cliff, I won’t pull you up like I did this time. How foolish of me to even think that you needed a hand at that time.”
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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A night terror wakes the healer up. Their mind spins and their heart slams in their ribcage and they only feel pure terror for a few moments. The stars in the universe above are completely gone, and all the healer sees is darkness, and feels it choking them.
“Breathe,” says a familiar voice, and the healer turns to see their vampire companion perched with their back against a tree trunk. “You’re safe. I set up tent while you took a nap to recover from healing everyone in our group. You let them take advantage of you far too much, by the way.”
The healer is still battling the remnants of the night terror, though, and cannot find it in them to reply as they inhale shakily, and tremors wrack their body. The healer can feel the vampire’s eyes on their back.
“Bad dream. Sorry.”
The vampire’s silent for so long that the healer’s almost asleep again when they softly ask, “What is it that scares you so much?”
“Huh… what?” the healer blinks their sleepy eyes up at their vampire friend, but they’re fading fast and their voice is but a slurred whisper.
But the vampire doesn’t ask again, simply shushes them, and the healer fades into, thankfully, a dreamless sleep.
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prompts-by-anjali · 4 months
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“You’re hurting me, you oaf!” the prisoner hissed to their guard as they were pulled out of the cell.
This was it. The prisoner expected their plan to work perfectly, just like it had every other time they’d been captured in every other kingdom. A few choice insults to get the blood of the guards boiling, and that would be enough distraction to steal the keys and unlock their cuffs and make for the nearest —
“S-s-sorry,” their current guard said, tripping over his words and his grip of the prisoner’s chain softened ever so slightly. “D-didn’t mean to — did I hurt — I mean, I’m sorry.”
The prisoner blanched and tried again, going for the usual stinger.
“You’re as dumb as rocks, aren’t you?”
The words must have hit. But instead of causing the guard to hit the prisoner, the guard looked so crestfallen that the prisoner immediately regretted saying it.
“Was n-n-never much g-good at school,” the guard whispered.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t — I was trying to make you mad,” the prisoner blurted. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s a sensitive subject.”
“No, of course. Sorry.”
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