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unboundprompts · 8 months
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Random Prompt #71
The Prince glared at the knight that was kneeled before him. He was trembling, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. The knight looked up at him with all the sadness in the world.
"You had one order," the Prince's voice shook. "And you still couldn't obey it."
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nuttynutcycle · 1 year
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Prompt 403
"Impressive, no?" The general swept an arm over the forces below. "All yours to command."
The prince nodded, calculating what could be done with that much firepower. In the wrong hands, nations could be toppled, revenge won and thrones secured. All in the wrong hands.
The prince smiled at the thought.
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amethysts-prompts · 2 years
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Prompt #214
“You don’t seem to understand, so let me reiterate. This war is not over when you want it to be. You decide to stop fighting and we all die. Do you hear me?”
Hero rolled their eyes. “So a few lives are lost. So the castle gets taken over. So, so, so.” They admired their nails. “At least I’ll be left alive.”
“What makes you think you’ll be kept alive against the rest of us?”
“Because,” Hero said, “Villain loves me too much to kill me.”
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seaside-writings · 1 year
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Prompt #717
"Um... What is that?"
"Your crown,"
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prompts-cemetery · 1 year
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Royal prompt 01
The retired Knight last tasks is protecting the King's rebellious daughter in her trip to a foreign country, She has a tendency to get into trouble.
As they spend more time together, the Knight realizes they may have feelings for the King, but their duty and last mission before a calm life must come first.
Perhaps, Retirement is just Overestimated, They fought a war and can do it again, Though, The royal doctor may think otherwise
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lickkuid · 1 year
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If you were able to attend the palace for an event with royals, what would you enjoy doing (besides balls and waltzes 😉)? Consider my question a social experiment
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Story Prompt #13
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chaotic-orphan · 1 year
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Dec. 11, prompt: fake dating
Uh-oh, I named characters again and now I am attached. But this prompt calendar has me writing so many new things I'd never even think to write and I love it and I want to thank the modern typewriter for being an inspiration to continue writing
I had a lot of fun with these two and fake dating so enjoy!
@the-modern-typewriter-aesthetic @the-modern-typewriter
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'The Silver's are hosting a ball tonight,' said the royal courtier looking pointedly at the prince who was trying very hard to ignore them. Which was hard to do when you're both stuck inside a stuffy carriage, a mere breath away.
The courtier cleared their throat but the prince was still looking out the window.
'Your attendance is expected, your highness.'
'I'm sure my brother can handle the Silver's,' Adam said, watching the trees go by.
'His royal highness is otherwise occupied. I'm afraid the duty falls to you.'
The carriage rolled to a stop, and Adam was out in the trees, stretching before going to the coachman, a hand on one of the horses as he spoke.
'Everything okay?'
The coachman was gruff looking. Red hair hidden under a peak cap, a cigarette dangling from his lips, but his eyes were sharp. Enthralling, Puck told him once. That's what his eyes were meant to do, ensnare people to him so he could kill them. Adam's best friend.
'There's something not right,' Puck said, hopping off the coach perch and taking a drag, smoke coming from his nose as he eyed the trees surrounding them. Adam did the same.
'Your highness, why have we stopped?' courtier called from inside the carriage. 'We mustn't be late!'
Both of the boys ignored them.
Puck's ears twitched and then he was turning on his heel, drawing his dagger.
'What is it?' Adam asked, following Puck as he walked around the carriage. Then there was a whistle that seemed to resound from the trees. Puck took a final drag and crushed the cigarette under his feet.
'Fuck. It's the feral. Adam, you need to go.'
'Go? No, no way. I'm not leaving you-'
'They're elves, I'll be fine. Now go.'
'Puck-'
Puck's eyes flashed golden, and Adam took an instinctive step back.
'Okay, I'm going,' he said, then added, 'don't get killed.'
Adam went around the carriage to the courtier, when a feral walked out of the door blood staining their armour.
'Why would we kill anyone?' the elf asked, exposing their teeth with a shark like smile. 'We just want an audience with the royals.'
'I hear they're not worth it,' Adam said with a strained smile. He had a hand on his dagger, when Puck came to stand beside him.
'Puck, my how you've grown. Sharing bread with humans now, hmm?'
'The food is good,' Puck shrugged with that same easy calm he always seemed to possess. 'Plus it's better than smelling like fresh shit and muck all the time.'
Puck flashed his own smile, showing his teeth this time. Just as sharp. Just as dangerous.
An arm settled heavy over both the shoulders of Adam and Puck, Adam flinching because he never heard the elf creep up on them.
'You seem awfully protective over the human who's brother hate us all, Puckie. Is it your new toy?'
Adam turned his head ready to bite at these tall fuckers, when he felt a hand slip into his. Adam looked up at Puck with wide eyes, but Puck just had that same lazy grin.
'Boyfriend, actually. So if you wouldn't mind getting your hands off what's mine, that would be great, Rekkie.'
The second elf, Rek, scoffed, but took their arm off Adam and Puck all the same, going to stand beside the other Feral.
'Please tell me you didn't have a threesome with the suit I just bludgeoned,' leader asked with a sly smile, looking between the two with the same enthralling eyes Puck had flashed Adam not two minutes ago. Trying to enchant Adam to him, but Puck's hand was strong and sure, holding Adam close to him.
Puck tilted his head, 'You know me Fachnan, I like pretty things.'
Puck didn't flinch under the Feral's inquisitive stare, trying to get him to confess he was lying and that they could all kill Adam together like the old days. Good quality bonding. Ripping a human limb from limb.
'Well, I guess we won't keep the happy couple any longer, aye Rek?'
'Aye boss.'
Fachnan smiled at them both again, 'Just call us when you need us to murder your brother. What a spectacle it would be, to see a King with an elf on his arm, hmm.'
The two Feral's bowed then, deep and low, arms spread in front of them, and Puck bowed in the same way back at them. An elfish farewell deep rooted with respect. Even Feral's were mannerly, despite their name.
Only after they were far out of eyesight did Puck take his hand out of Adam's and Adam settled back against the carriage, his heart pounding in his ears.
'I'm sorry about your courtier,' said Puck, 'and for pretending to be your boyfriend. It's custom to respect an elf's mate, so I knew they wouldn't touch you if I pretended we were together.'
Adam looked him in the eyes, and let out a shaky breath. 'Are you really apologising for saving my life?'
Puck laughed, reaching deep into his pockets and taking out his cigarettes and lighter.
'Yeah? I guess I am,' he said as he pulled one out with his teeth, offering the pack to Adam who took it gratefully. Puck lit Adam's cigarette first then went to light his own. Puck closed the door to the carriage and then went to the coachman's step.
He stuck out a hand to Adam to help him up, and soon they were both sitting on the pedestal, knees touching, cigarette smoke surrounding them.
'If you ever do want to kill your brother-' Puck said, and Adam elbowed him playfully in the side. Puck let out a riotous laugh, and Adam joined him a second later.
'Let's just see how bad the Silver's ball is. I'll tell you by the time the night's out,' Adam said, and Puck grabbed the reins in both hands and started them down the offbeat track through the woods again.
'Do you need a plus one?'
Adam exhaled a lung full of smoke, 'I thought you'd never ask.'
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"Her Majesty you should head back to the palace, you can't keep speaking to a tailor like me, I am in no position to speak to you. Also, I do promise to send the gown to the palace. Please-"
"Why-why can't I speak to you? You are also a person too, sure I may have a different class but that doesn't mean that I cannot speak to you. You are also a human too, and if I wish to take you to my palace then I can, because people are allowed there. I don't think it's justified that I can't or couldn't talk to a commoner."
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dclovesdanny · 1 month
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Dc x dp prompt
Dead on Main prompt 1/5
Danny is forced to hold a ball to look for a partner a la Cinderella Style on Pariah Dark’s (now technically his) castle, which will apparently last a week. Clockwork has sworn up and down that he will meet the love of his life there, but Danny doubts it, until he bumps into a hot revenant…
Jason was not expecting a lady who claims to be spirit of Gotham to show up at his apartment and force him into attending a ball. She said he will be allowed to go home in a week, after the ball ends.
At least the clothes are pretty cool, and he can live out his Pride and Prejudice dreams. He also met this really cute guy who has been wearing stunning dresses and seems to be the only other person who was interested in leaving. He hoped Danny wouldn’t mind seeing him again after they get out of here.
Meanwhile, the Batfam is panicking. Jason disappeared after patrol and no one has heard from him. Everyone is convinced he was kidnapped, and has different theories on who/why/how.
Gotham and Clockwork are very pleased with their planning.
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unboundprompts · 3 months
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Random Prompt #102
The sky was filled with heavy grey clouds, and they cast the kingdom in shrouded darkness. The young prince stood in the palace tower, gazing over the castle grounds from the small window. Down below, he saw one of the handmaidens slip away into the maze of hedges.
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puppetmaster13u · 30 days
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Prompt 266
Back on my Danny & Ras frienemies/rivals/maybe-lovers-nobody-can-tell-their-signals-are-very-mixed train. 
See, Danny has gone through time a lot. Often. It comes with being Clockwork’s charge-son-thing and honestly he finds it fun. And several times he’s used this time travelling to get some training in. Enter Ras, stage left, also a teen at the time and also learning swordsmanship from the same person. 
And they… utterly despise each other. They would kill the other for an apple slice, if the other one would die! But also, only they can kill the other, as it is obviously their right! 
And well, they keep running into each other. It has been a hundred years, surely the other would die by now? But of course their rival would live through utter spite. Probably to spite them specifically. 
The amount of times they have ended up sparring- trying to kill each other or not- the moment they see the other is actually ridiculous. But time is also passing. And… Danny understands, not having another to talk about things people are forgetting, or have already forgotten. 
How they ended up actually talking without a murder attempt was a long story that included a demon, a dragon, a pair of fae, some bandits, and a lot of alcohol, but it happened. And then it happens again. And again, and now it’s just kind of normal to share a drink after their spars, talking about things that no longer exist, and things they miss. 
Sure Danny can go back in time again, but he knows better than to do it willy nilly. He’s matured, he’s been an adult for a hundred years now, he knows there’s consequences for messing with time, even with Clockwork’s blessings. 
The first time they got married was technically for an undercover assassination. Well, Ras was there to assassinate someone, Danny was there to grab an artifact that should Not be in the realm of the living. And they got divorced after, it was fine. 
They just, also got married again when they met a few years later, for another job. And… okay, so maybe they have gotten married over a dozen times now and only divorced like half of those times. Half of those were for the bit or while drunk! 
And even if technically they’re married or shared a bed, it’s not like they're exclusive! As Ras’ daughters’ existences attest to (adopted in one case or not). They don’t exactly have a label for their relationship, despite others asking for one or trying to put a name to it themselves. 
Now Danny knows Ras isn’t exactly a good dude, or at least on the side of ‘good’ as he’s a literal assassin. But he also knows that good? Bad? Rather relative. He had gotten labeled as a villain when he was just trying to help all that time ago after all, and really who was he to tell someone else how to live their life? 
Which brings him to now, where he’s run into his old frienemy-rival and his youngest daughter. Who has a braindead teenager and a small toddler. Which is fine, really- but also, Talia dear, why are you using a brain dead teenager to guard your three year old son? 
Okay, Talia dear, Ras (Derogatory), why are you using your brain dead son and grandson to guard your younger son and grandson? Do you not have the Pits, which you were soo proud about Ras? Yes, he will spar with you, but for Realms’ sake, heal, what’s his name? Ah yes, go heal Jason and he’ll actually stick around for a few years, deal? Good. 
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ca-3 · 1 month
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A Kiss Ryuji Week happened on Twitter... I participated as best I could!! Here are some (mainly) pegoryu comics I did!! Time to post on the actual day now ❤️💛✨️
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Thinking about a royal whumpee's crown being melted down and reshaped into a shiny, metal collar
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prompts-cemetery · 1 year
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"— Your highness, I swore i would protect you, No matter what happens just let me-!"
"— My kingdom is gone, I'm whose monarch? The rats?"
"— In the eyes of the goodness you're my monarch, Now, Tomorrow and always"
"— I never asked for that loyalty"
"— You didn't need to"
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tanglepelt · 9 months
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Dc x dp idea 97
Danny as phantom storms a justice league meeting accusing Batman of magically sacrificing his son to be his (little sister/daughters) husband. Like I’m picturing Danny portaling and slapping Batman. To make matters worse both Danielle and Damian are only 9.
He can only sense Batman as the father of his new (hopefully temporary) in-law. Who thankfully is still actually human and not dead. The pits cover Talia scent. So he doesn’t know about her. Stinky waters do that you know.
Danny rushed to conclusions the moment frostbite told him what happened.
Bruce is very confused. For starters he doesn’t have a 9 year old son. Secondly he just had not done that.
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