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enchantingepics · 2 months
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Story Prompt 59
Under the warm embrace of the sun, a young woman took a seat beside a man on a bench in the park. The man's gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression carrying the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Startled by the intrusion, he turned to regard the woman, her presence stirring a flicker of curiosity within him.
"Beautiful day, huh?" she remarked, breaking the silence with a gentle smile.
"Mm," he murmured in response, his voice heavy with weariness.
Their exchange hung in the air, a delicate dance of words amidst a backdrop of silence. His eyes scanned the surroundings, observing the fear that gripped those nearby. His hands remained hidden within his pockets, fingers toying with something concealed within.
"What's your name?" she inquired, her voice soft and inviting.
He hesitated before replying, "Why do you want to know?"
"Because I'm tired of being strangers," she replied with a playful grin.
He shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her gaze. She was a vision of serenity, her presence a balm to his troubled soul. Despite his reservations, he found himself drawn to her.
"I can't," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then I won't tell you mine," she countered, her laughter dancing on the breeze.
Their conversation ebbed and flowed, punctuated by moments of introspection. He marveled at her beauty, so familiar yet enigmatic. She, in turn, found solace in his company, a kindred spirit in a world fraught with uncertainty.
"Do you know who I am?" he ventured, his tone tinged with uncertainty.
"Of course," she replied cryptically.
"Then why ask my name?"
She offered no explanation, content to revel in the shared silence. As they sat side by side, he stole glances in her direction, captivated by her presence. She, too, found herself drawn to him, a sense of deja vu lingering in the air.
"You know I could hurt you, right?" he warned, his words tinged with regret.
"Dangerous? Perhaps. Hurt me? Not likely," she quipped, her laughter a melody in the quietude of the park.
Their exchange took on a poignant tone, each word laden with unspoken meaning. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her cheek. She smiled in response, a wistful expression in her eyes.
"It's time to let me go," she whispered, her form beginning to fade.
He watched helplessly as she vanished before his eyes, a ghost of his past slipping away into the ether. Alone once more, he was left to ponder the fleeting nature of love and loss in a world consumed by shadows.
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mythawolf · 4 months
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You know what I wanna see more of? Hydromancer and Aeromancer characters who are hotheads.
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antisolanum · 10 months
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Oh my god, imagine a Venom-style "symbiote" creature, but designed not to interface with organic life, like the marvel Symbiotes or many other such creatures in fiction, but to interface with *technology*. Similar to Obliterators in Warhammer 40K, but instead of a virus-infected humanoid interfacing their biology with technology, instead it's an independent organism with no real host using electrical energy instead of eating or photosynthesizing, and spreading fleshy connections into machinery and circuitry... A sort of cordyceps for technology.
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mikeluciraphgabe · 2 years
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If I was the “chosen one” it would go something like this.
“No I’m not fucking going. I got homework and if my grades slip one more time imma get whopped. I will also get my ass beat if I got with a bunch of strange teenagers who all have mommy/daddy issues and are in serious need for a therapist to fight some random gang lord.” “he’s actually a magic evil mastermind-“ “Omg I don’t care.”
“If I do this, can I get my side kick animal/robot now? Or do I have to wait for episode three or something?”
“Fine! But I’m going to complain the entire time and make y’all miserable.”
“Omg no one cares you’re an orphan. Stop bringing it up every three fucking seconds. We have bigger problems, like figuring out if we’re going to have steak for dinner tonight”
“I’m NOT eating that.”
“Wtf do you mean you’re in love? You’re like 15.” “You’re 15.” “Ok? And? I still know the difference between love and puppy love.”
“Omg he cut my hair!” “It’s for a cover-“ “YOU CUT MY HAIR”
“Oh fuck not this bitch again.”
“You know, he has a point… hold up lemme consider switching sides. My dude literally is trying to solve world hunger, over population, and pollution. I mean, it’s a fucked up way, but at least he’s trying.”
“Do I have to fight the evil old man that clearly has much more training and experience than me? I mean, I feel like the odds are in his favor considering I just started my training like two days ago.” “You’re the only one who can-“ “what about to dude who is training me??” “…” “EXACTLY”
“You are the chosen one, we have been wait decades for you-“ “what ever the fuck you were hoping for, low them fucking expectations right the fuck now.”
“Can I go home now?”
“Don’t kill me! … I mean unless it’s in a kinky way 👀👀” “I- uh- what-“ “Ah, I guess you’re right. This is the first meeting after all… unless👀👀” “I have to go. But next time I’m killing you-“ “Omg yes daddy slay!! Go off! Tell your supposed mortal enemy that you catch feelings for and than have a moral freak out that you’re gonna kill them in the most attractive way!” “*crying* wtf” “aww my lil evil meow meow.”
“Stop being a self sacrificing idiot? People love you! I… I love you-“ “did you just call me an idiot?? Bitch first of all, that plan was 100% full proof. I’m not gonna fucking die like that. That’s embarrassing. Second off, don’t tell me what to do. I’ll kill myself if I want-“ *completely forgets they just proclaimed their love* and that’s that!!”
*crying hysterically while eating some of the best food the entire time I was there* “Omg lm never leaving this place-“ “-the evil dude we’re trying to lock up lives here.” *starts crying harder*
*looking up at sky* “I DONT WANNA BE A MAIN CHARACTER”
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elftwink · 5 months
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if you're about to get top surgery, you may hear a voice in your head telling you to make a joke about getting something off your chest even though it's overplayed. im here to let you know it's your imperative and sacred duty to not only make the joke but to tell it to every person you talk to. and that you are right it would be funny as fuck. this is not sarcastic if you tell enough people one of them will have never heard it before and also it's still funny to every person who has heard it listen to me this is a once in a life time opportunity— [i start getting dragged out by the palace guards] commit to the bit!!! if you don't you'll forever wish you had!! heed my warning or forever suffer the cons— [castle door slams shut behind us]
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spoiledspine · 15 days
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Zine ideas:
- How to have a conversation with yourself
-How to be a mermaid
-Making friends
-Hauntings and how it's not just houses that are haunted
-The concept of the divine being found in the transformative properties of fermentation aka controlled rot
-fruits I wanna try and what I think theyd taste like in different situations
-The Stomach Saga or how I have had to learn how to not be afraid to eat and continuous adventures
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oddlittlestories · 6 months
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Okay based on just random ideas bouncing in my head from a few time travel stories (Loki, Dr. Who, and Howl’s Moving Castle specifically) and so I don’t forget it
The tragedy and also the beauty of a time travel story where
You’re just an ordinary person, and the time traveler’s whole world
They have to leave you, in the end, but you know they’re coming back for you, eventually. Time is fluid like that, for them
They come back—to your past
The first time you met them, when they seemed so familiar, was when they returned to you
They came back, they came back, your whole story was because they came back
You’re waiting for them to return but it already happened
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underleveledjosh · 7 months
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An Interesting Idea I Had:
A woman is an assassin. One of her missions, she realizes that her target is a child. She is against killing children, so she takes him under her wing instead. Alternatively, I could have the woman kill the kids' parents and then she feels responsible for the child and then starts raising him. She won't exactly be a good parent, though. She would have her own trauma along with the stress of being an assassin and raising a child at the same time.
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Dr Doolittle-style show about a detective who can talk to animals, except instead of talking like people the animals still talk like animals, just translated into English sentences, so the plot of most episodes centres around trying to figure out what the star witness testimony actually means.
Victim's murder was witnessed by her pet snake, whose tank was in the room. Unfortunately pet snake is incapable of describing the world around them except in terms of 'rocks' and 'meat', with their descriptions of individual forms of 'meat' focusing almost entirely on body temperature and smell.
(Solved when it turns out that their description of 'warm-cold meat with rock' was actually an attempt to describe a suspect with a prosthetic limb, which is pretty unnoticeable to a human, but looks dramatically different in infrared.)
Murder at a honey farm. Each witness managed to see about ~0.06% of the full crime, in order to get the full picture, you have to get them to swarm.
Victim was found several days after death, already crawling with maggots. Days into the investigation, protag begins a frantic search to find any surviving maggots/flies that were on the corpse, after realising that how the victim tasted would give vital information about the poison used.
Also there's at least one or two animals who actually do talk in full sentences and in terms humans can understand, and the reason behind this is never fully explained.
All cats in this universe talk in terms of 'mine/not-mine' and mainly focus on territory, mates and food, with the one exception of the main character's cat who is named Watson and knows how to use sarcasm.
All insects speak in one word sentences where everything is 'food', 'enemy' or (for hive insects) 'friend' and 'queen', with the exception of seven-spotted ladybirds specifically, who for some reason speak in full English sentences and are up to date and knowledgeable about world events. The protagonists is as concerned by the full implications of this as you are.
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enchantingepics · 2 months
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Story Prompt 108
"You just don't get it," they said, frustration etching lines on their face. "It's not about what's convenient for you. It's about what's right."
Their companion shook their head, unable or unwilling to comprehend. "But why do you always have to be the one to make the sacrifices? Why can't things just work out for once?"
A wry smile flickered across the determined individual's lips. "Because that's not how it works. Someone has to step up, someone has to make the tough decisions."
The other scoffed, the weight of their own desires blinding them to the bigger picture. "And what makes you so special? Why should you get to play hero while the rest of us suffer?"
"Because heroes aren't born, they're made," came the reply, tinged with a hint of sadness. "And sometimes, being the hero means being vilified by those who can't see beyond their own needs."
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valoale · 6 months
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It never ceases to amaze me how brilliant fan fiction writers are, like, you take bits of something and can turn it into such brilliance and create crazy good plot lines with so much depth and layers and come up with all these ideas, like, literally blows my mind every time. The level of creativity is stunning
Never stop
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blueskittlesart · 3 months
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zl wedding (again)
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thebrightmillenial · 1 year
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✈︎ 𝙢 𝙮 𝙛 𝙞 𝙘 𝙩 𝙞 𝙤 𝙣 𝙥 𝙡 𝙤 𝙩 𝙨
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San Fransokyo has become overpopulated due to the birth of too many children. This leads to Tadashi Hamada's younger brother, Hiro Hamada, disappearing. Tadashi, as well as his friends, have to help find him before it's too late.
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P l o t t w o
After a trip to Denmark gone wrong, it leads to the disappearance of one of the best friends. Due this, the others have to find a way to find them because the police won't, and things get worse as the time passes by.
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a-kind-of-merry-war · 2 months
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A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.
Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.
The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--
When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.
The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--
So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...
And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.
There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.
And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.
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hana-no-seiiki · 2 months
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inspired from @luxethehumanva ‘s dream about me lmfao
YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s an absolute menace to society. He’s spoiled. Absolutely apathetic to the people beneath him. If anything he revels in the horror he paints on others’s faces.
In short, he’s a brat.
YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s only ever ‘nice’ to you and you alone.
YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who forces you to sit on his father’s throne with him on your lap, your face buried on his neck, a hand kneading his thighs as he sentences an entire family to death for gossiping about you.
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valexarts · 1 month
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I wanted a poster for myself , this is how it turned out :)
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