#three-word prompt

[nerdpoe]

Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?

He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.

He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.

He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.

So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.

It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.

He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.

To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.

So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.

Which.

No. No no no no no.

Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.

He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.

If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #lucius fox aggressively shoving Danny into higher education #and already putting in a good word for him in via Bruce #“oh you wanted to be an astronaut and a medical issue and grades are preventing that?” #“fantastic news the WatchTower is built different and has competent medical staff on board u want in?” #danny's thrilled ofc #not the astronaut he thought he'd be but like #close enough #sweet #sam disowned her parents after getting out of the house #so there went her college fund #Tucker got into Gotham U on like all the scholarships #but now Danny and Sam don't have to work their butts off to keep all three of them fed #while waiting for Tucker to finish his bachelors #now they get to go to college too #AND have money for living expenses

[promptsbytaurie]

dialogue prompts: three words

!!please credit/tag me if you use any! I'd love to see what you write!!

"Power breeds corruption."

"Come here, dumbass."

"Did you care?"

"Hey, it's fashion."

"I can't die."

"You love me?"

"Sir, you're dying."

"Yep, three masters."

"You ignored me."

"I'm very concerned."

"Come on, dance!"

"You were... lying."

"Shhhh, come here."

"Three more hours."

"I was yours."

"Everything ends, eventually."

"Cereal is soup."

"Can't you see?"

"I wanted everything."

"You didn't listen."

"Can I sit?"

"Let me talk."

"Woah, you're dead?"

"Hold onto this."

"She clouds judgement!"

"Don't love me."

"One more chance!"

"I suffered alone."

"Could we try?"

"She was mine."

"You. Are. Disposable."

#writing prompt #dialogue prompt #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #three words #prompt list #writeblr #writers on tumblr #31 #31 prompts

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Three Word Sentences

"You are enough."

"Don't you listen?"

"I don't care."

"Dream come true."

"Sing to me."

"Be gentle, please."

"Feel my heartbeat."

"Get over here."

"Listen to me."

"Don't you dare."

"I'm number one."

"Just do it."

"I adore you."

"Talk to me."

"Doesn't mean anything."

"Finally at peace."

"I'm over it."

"You look lost."

"Leave me alone."

"Don't stop now."

"Say my name."

"I hate you."

"Just say it."

"Thanks, now leave."

"Don't do that."

"I feel you."

"Sign me up."

"You don't listen."

"Hello, my love."

"Please, shut up."

#three word sentences #sentence starters #prompt list #writing prompts #writerblr #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Danny bursting into the full batcave: Jason has ghost cancer

Batfam: wut

Danny fazing kryptonite out of the lead vault: Jason has ghost cancer.

Batfam: who tf are you?!

Danny already turning the corner into a dead end part of the cave: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy.

#listen this is going to be poked at in a bit #for now enjoy a little bit of crack from a very distraughting concept that has been three words in my drafts for like three months #dp x dc #writing prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #jason todd #ghost cancer au #jason: update my family while you get the goods so they don’t loose their shit #danny: sure! #they promptly lost their shit

[mossypidder]

FINISHED MY LIST OF PROMPTS, GUYS

If anyone uses these, please feel free to @ me, I’d love to see how people interpret them. I guess you could also just use a tag. #piddermermay I guess? Idk. I’ve never done anything like this before.

#hopefully these are interesting #also I’m so proud of this painting #I really like how it turned out #might add a version without the words to this post later #idk #hopefully none of these are repeats from previous years #I feel like siren might be #but whatever #MerMay #mermay 2024 #mermay prompts #mer character design #mermaid art #humpback whale #humpback mermaid #digital art #young artist #artists on tumblr #small artist #my art #regular style #also there were only three nos on the poll (four counting me) out of forty so I figured I’d post the prompts and make art out of it

[scealaiscoite]

three word prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— "come to bed."

— "i love you."

— "one chance. please."

— "are you hurt?!"

— "i missed you."

— "things have changed."

— "what's going on?"

— "are you okay?"

— "please don't cry."

— "you're my home."

— "you're the best."

— "i'm not okay."

— "you look amazing!"

— "you're my person."

— "please, i'm begging."

#prompts #three word prompts #short prompts #otp prompts #imagine your otp #fluff prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #writing exercise #dialogue prompts #rp meme

[cheesycatz]

My favorite days from spamtober 2022, which I completed just before I started posting on my tumblr account

#spamton #spamton fanart #deltarune fanart #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #spamton g spamton #spamton deltarune #cheesycatz art posts #my tumblr is much newer than my other three social medias #id recommend my instagram or reddit if anyone wanted to scroll through my two years of spimtong brainrot #also i did the one where every prompt was just the word spamton not the one with actual prompts

[hardly-an-escape]

Fluffbruary Days 9, 10 & 11

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated T • urgency | kneel | rural & flush | angel | owl & reflection | water | apology

Hob’s vigil is but halfway gone when he hears footsteps behind him.

The chapel is dark. The only light comes from the pair of candlesticks flanking his armor and sword where they are laid upon the altar. Hob is clad only in a thin cotton shift, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickle as the footsteps slowly make their way down the aisle to where he kneels on a thin cushion directly before the altar.

“Rise, sir knight,” says a deep and familiar voice.

“Not a knight yet,” Hob responds quietly. “Your Highness.”

“Do you doubt your ability to master this challenge?”

“No, my liege,” Hob says. He remains on his knees. “Lest you be a manifestation of temptation, sent to sway me from my path.”

“Not I.” Dream finally steps into his line of sight, and Hob’s breath catches in his throat. His prince is a vision, dressed in a diaphanous robe, long hair in a simple braid over his shoulder. “I merely wished to look upon the face of the man I love once more, ere it is wreathed in responsibilities.”

Hob flushes. He is not supposed to touch another soul between the ritual bath and when the priests come at dawn to fetch him for the ceremony, but he longs for Dream with every fiber of his being.

“I think you have come to tempt me, you sprite,” he accuses, and Dream smiles softly.

“Peace, my own,” he says. “Return to your prayers. Know that mine are with you also. I will see you in the morning.”

He glides from the chapel, but turns when Hob calls his name.

“Dream. My prince. I want you to know…” He has to pause and swallow hard against the lump in his throat. “When I swear my oath it will be to king and country, yes. But my first and best oath – the one I swear in my heart – will be to you. Always.”

He is shocked to see tears glinting in his lord’s crystal blue eyes. Dream nods, once, and slips out the side door.

In the morning, the priests come. Hob is clothed in a robe of pure white and thinks of Dream. He receives the sacrament, the first food to pass his lips in twenty four hours, and thinks of Dream.

The king presides over the ceremony. There is a pained look and a murmured apology from his advisor when he forgets Hob’s name.

Hob barely notices. He thinks of Dream.

Dream’s hands drape the red robe over his shoulders. Dream’s hands drop the embroidered black tabard over his head. Red, for his willingness to be wounded. Black, for his readiness to die for his lord.

The king rests his sword on the back of Hob’s neck, but it is Dream’s voice that rings out over the assembled crowd.

“Rise, Sir Gadling, knight of the realm.”

prompt list!

#okay the word count got away from me on this one #I think this is actually the first time I've written knight!Hob #which is kind of crazy #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #kinda shoehorned some words in to stretch this out over three days' worth of prompts #meh

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “I love you being met with a response which makes you regret letting those three words slip out of your mouth” prompts 

“…I’m sorry.” 

“You know, maybe this is all in your imagination?”

“I think you’re getting it really wrong here.” 

“That’s… Cool. Um, look, I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” 

“You don’t love me. Stop lying to yourself.” 

“Your jokes are really starting to take a nose-dive.”

“…Did I give you the wrong impression?” 

“You don’t even know me that well so how can you love me?”

“See, that’s where I know you’re lying, because I’m incapable of being loved.”

“You’re actually delusional, aren’t you?” 

“No, you don’t. Please tell me you don’t.”

“So… Is there a punchline to this?” 

“Funny joke you have there. Wait. It’s not a joke?”

“Don’t you fucking dare say that, right after I’ve just moved on from you. How fucking— wow.” 

“Bullshit. That’s bullshit and you know it.” 

#i was watching sex education season 3 edits and came across the heartbreaking scene of ruby telling otis those three words #and OTIS COMPLETELY FUMBLING IT FUCKKKK #so yeah this is inspired by that #angst prompts #dialogue prompts #prompts #writing prompts #otp prompts

[aicosu]

P𝖔𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖈k𝖘

When his metal bandmate Gareth drags Eddie Munson to a fucking Chrissy Doll concert he doesn't expect to like it. Or get in a fight. Or to go viral on social media. Or to date her in a fake-dating PR protective TMZ avoidant stunt. OR the Taylor Swift au.

#hellcheer #chrissy x eddie #fanfiction #eddissy #this is for therenyyoupay #I couldnt fit your three word prompt into tumblr so this is a new fanfiction i guess

[zeroducks-2]

Hi, could I please request a Slade/Dick with 16? Thank you!

Coming up :D

This is also for @madamesmoke, for @anawrites3, and for the lovely anons that wanted Dick to have babies of his own after what happened here :3

16. "Finally at peace" Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Dick pats his coat for the keys while walking up the last two flights of stairs, hoping he hadn't left them in his lighter jacket. Hot as it still is in Chicago, the rain's been consistently preventing him from bringing Wally's kids to the park, having to hang out at home with them while on babysitting duty.

Not that he complained overall. Things were going pretty well in the last couple of months, especially with the whole thing he and Slade apparently have going on. The sex is great and the night outs among the best Dick had in years, and Slade's apartment is way nicer than Dick's shared room anyway.

Nightwing's business in Chicago is almost done though, and soon he's going to have to go back to Bludhaven. Not that there's anything that compels him; he lost his job as a cop, had to close his gym, won't be able to do social work anymore... but the apartment there is his, while the room in Chicago is rented and expensive and he's not even been using it, so he doesn't have much of a choice there.

Oh well. He supposed he'll think about it later, for now he just wants to take off the Nightwing suit he's still wearing under his civvies, grab a shower and sleep for a few hours. Maybe Slade is already home, that would also be great.

Finally at peace, he thinks with a satisfied sigh once the door is locked behind his back, closing his eyes for a blessed moment before taking off his raincoat. Only then he hears a sound which makes him jump out of his skin, then quickly collect himself and sprint towards the living room. It's the sound of a baby crying. A second one joins not even three full seconds later, and Dick almost kicks the door open to Slade, in full Deathstroke suit, holding a fucking bag from which the crying is coming from.

«Come give me a hand.» The man says, unfazed and with a level tone like he'd just walked in with Mcdonalds. He did just walk in, using the window apparently, and is currently dripping all over the carpeted floor.

And despite wanting to scream from the top of his lungs and shake the other by his neck, Dick's instincts to make sure the babes are okay kick in, and he's ripping them off of Slade's arms a moment later, then out of that bag, and then he's rushing to the bathroom.

Five minutes later they've both calmed down. They're about six months old, with big eyes and curly brown hair, and mahogany dark skin. Dick keeps making soothing noises while checking them over, gently pressing on their little palms to check their reflexes, waving a finger before their eyes to see if they follow. They're kicking and vocalizing, and reflexively smiling. They're okay.

«Jesus christ, Slade.» He says with a sigh, trying not to get agitated again. He realized the man is hovering on the doorframe, half his suit taken off, surveilling the scene. «You gave me a stroke. You can't walk in with babies in a bag...»

«It was raining.» The man replies with a small shrug like it was the most normal thing ever. «They're alright, hm? Alive and breathing. And dry.»

Dick is about to answer but one of the babies grabs his thumb and makes an excited little noise, and Dick smiles and turns to them with an approving hum. The other is busy chewing on their own tiny fist.

«Yeah, they... seem okay.» Dick admits as Slade walks in and wraps an arm around his waist. Dick feels more tension leaving him as the man's solid presence presses against his side. «Thank god. Sorry, I... overreacted. We should bring them to their parents now, though.»

«I'm afraid that's not possible.» Slade leans down with a small frown and kisses the top of Dick's head. «There was a fire today near a church downtown. Kids got evacuated from the orphanage. I just took these two while I was going away.»

«What...?» Dick blinks, and this time he doesn't react to the baby cooing for him. «You did... what?»

«I figured I could take care of them for a while.» Slade leans down and kisses the top of his head again. «Look at this.» He lifts one of the little one's feet, ignoring the way they kick, and exposing a plastic tag tied to their ankle. «You know what this means, right?»

Dick was too busy looking for injuries and didn't realize, but yes, he knows what it means. «They're metas.» He observes with a frown and Slade hums again.

«I can take care of them better than whoever runs that orphanage. And their genes make it almost impossible for them to get adopted.»

That's... true. Dick is aware of the heartbreaking fact that children with metagenes get often abandoned if the parents find out soon, and the foster system is not equipped to take proper care of them and find them good homes. Which is why so many criminals are metas. Dick hates it, but he still hasn't found a viable way to help with the issue.

«I'll go get some formula in a moment.» Slade is saying, letting the babe play with his fingers. «Let me just take off the rest of the suit. There's a night shop just around the corner.»

«No, it's... it's fine. I'll go.» Dick says, feeling his heart beat somewhat fast. He can't tell Slade what to do with these babies, can he? It's his own choice if he wants to adopt them. Like... Dick himself has no say in it, and even if he doesn't think that Slade has been a good parent to his own kids, he surely won't mention it to the man.

And it's true, at least they wouldn't be in the foster system. It's better like this, isn't it...? They're better off with Slade even if the man is... well, Deathstroke.

«Are you sure?» Slade looks at him, unaware of the turmoil. «You look tired, sweetheart. You can go to bed if you want, I'll take care of this.» Saying that he leans down and touches their foreheads together, and Dick's heart beats even faster, bringing him to rise on his tiptoes for a kiss.

«I'm sure.» He says with a half smile, reaching into the touch on his cheek as the man's rough hand comes up to cup it. «I'll go. They need formula and baby food, they're likely being weaned... and also diapers, and probably some clothes. I'm not going to find everything tonight though, I think. I'll do what I can.»

Slade is smiling at him in a way that makes Dick flustered. He doesn't know why, but ever since that day he accidentally bumped into Slade at the park, the man keeps looking at him like Dick was the most precious person in the world, and he never knows how to take it.

«Grab what you can. I'll clean these two up in the meantime, they need a bath.» Slade says, and Dick smiles back and hurries away, hoping his stupid heart stops fluttering.

«Slade...?» He calls once he has his jacket on, smiling again as he hears him singing to the children in a half voice.

«Yes, little bird?»

«Do you...» He peeks into the bathroom again, not really know how to put it. «Do you mind if I stay here a bit longer? In Chicago I mean. I should go back to Bludhaven next week, as I was telling you the other day, but... maybe you need help. With the kids.»

«Why not.» Slade replies casually, still focused on the two little ones. «I could surely use a hand, and you know how to take care of tiny humans already.»

Dick breathes in relief, nods and hurries down to get the formula and everything else.

-

Thank you for the prompt confusedshades ♥ the baby saga continues lol.

Here's the prompt list for whoever wants to peruse it, or send me another prompt :)

#long post #obviously this was a ploy - Slade HOPED that Dick was going to stay once seeing the babies #he never planned to raise them alone #he would have given them away to someone trustworthy if Dick was going to leave anyway #but he acted it out quite well and Dick suspects nothing - he thinks staying it's his idea. He's going to get babytrapped yeah #my asks #my fanfictions #sladick #three words prompt game

[promptsbytaurie]

dialogue prompts: three words

!!please credit/tag me if you use any! I'd love to see what you write!!

"I don't see?"

"Can you move?"

"We can't die."

"Slow down, tiger."

"I don't kneel."

"Where is she?!"

"This is awkward."

"Hush, young one."

"Is this home?"

"What went wrong?"

"I'm not sorry."

"He can't run!"

"Are you afraid?"

"Maybe I'm evil."

"...She was lying?"

"Don't you understand?"

"Darling, calm yourself."

"Eat my dust."

"Nope, no way."

"I'm not mad."

"Did you die?"

"You are nothing."

"We won't survive."

"I'm never enough."

"If we lose?"

"What a day."

"Um, maybe don't."

"Listen to me!!"

"I see everything."

"Calm down, love."

"This is war."

#dialogue prompts #prompt list #three words #three word #writing prompts #writeblr #31 prompts

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Third Day of Gift-Giving

Three Words

... to use in your next story

Ghosts - safety - blanket

Candy - balloon - dress

Streetlamp - music - flattering

Tunnel - bike - hill

Chills - reunion - banner

Dry - sun - radio

Slow-dancing - skirts - barefoot

Wedding - piano - cake

Concert - kiss - solo

Grass - socks - dew

Bell - ring - firework

Home - window - lights

Park - bench - dogs

Window sill - sunlight - plants

Fancy - coat - photo

24 Days of Gift-Giving

#day 3 #three words #24 days #creativepromptsforwriting #writing inspiration #writing prompts #creative writing #writing exercise #advent calendar

[pencap]

I screamed in delight when I saw you post again - I’ve had this blog on notifications for years and seeing you again is like finding your favorite jacket stills fits. Glad you’re back!!! 💜💜💜💜

For the three word prompts - black, gold, storm

So very glad to be back, darling, especially with the enthusiastic love from the sweetest people like you. Thank you for remembering me. Thank you for waiting for me. Thank you for being here, then and now and always, for however long you wish.

i know that you are afraid. i know that the song of hope is too faint to hear. i know that despair is clogging your every vein. i know that warmth seems only like a distant memory. i know that you already feel six feet under. i know that. but i know, too, that even if we weep now, we will know happiness if not today— then tomorrow, or next week, or next year. i know, too, that we even if we lose today, we will know victory if not in this life— then the next, or the next, or the next. that is to say, even in the thickest storm, when the skies are sobbing fit to drown and the winds are howling their infinite rage, the sun is still golden and will outlast the thunderclouds. that is to say, even in the darkest night, when the brightest stars are hiding, and the moon is black with shadow, dawn is still coming and there will be light again. i will see you in the morning, my love, in this life, and the next, and the next.

#sylvie speaks #ask sylvie #anonymous #poetics #three word prompts #all my love to you darling #thank you for your kindness and your prompt

[elliewiltarwyn]

Miqomarch Day 1: Introduction

Weary and exhausted, she starts fishing in her pocket for her room key as she walks under the entrance arch to Bulwark Hall, slowing her pace. It’s weirdly resistant and slippery today, feeling as if it keeps slipping from her fingers right before she can properly grasp it. She stops and lets out an annoyed oath as she focuses on digging a little more firmly—

The hairs on the back of her neck rise. Hear… Her ears immediately follow, and her eyes go wide. Feel… Her tail flicks one way, then the other. Think…

Before she’s even aware of her body’s movements, she’s spun around in place, yanked her hand from her pocket, and forcefully grabbed the wrist of a midlander man in a loose green-and-white tunic, who in response stares at her as if she had just exploded a bomb in his face and blown his bandanna and the hair underneath it clean off. “Seven ‘ells,” he mutters, not even blinking. “I ‘aven’t been caught in years.”

and that's how lilyana tsuki met captain jacke of the rogues' guild and took her introductory step towards becoming a warrior of light

(the writing's from my MSQ novelization fic very much still a wip >.>)

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv miqo'te #miqomarch #I will. probably not do much more of miqomarch. this was very spontaneous. #i just noticed the word and was like “oh. huh. that can *vaguely* apply to this scene. #and i've been looking for an excuse to do this pose.” #i'm not. suuuper happy with the end result but i think the gist gets across at least >.> #maybe it's just pre-ARR lily. she looks so different from present-day lmao #“ellie didn't you just talk about how you have a bunch of prompts sitting in your inbo--” LOOK BEHIND YOU A THREE-HEADED MONKEY

[shanastoryteller]

Happy pride! Please do miguel and tulio from el dorado kgg

Chel understands her place. 

She’s spent her life wanting more than she has, so at least the discomfort is familiar. She’d made a bid to steal Tulio just like they were stealing the gold from the city, and just like the gold, she’d lost Tulio. Now all three of them are together and no matter how his eyes brighten when he looks at her, he’s been looking at Miguel with that same brightness for far longer. 

The can only afford to rent one room at the inn with a single bed. They insist she take it while they lie on the floor, using each other’s arms as pillows with their legs tangled together. The bed feels cold and too big and she’d rather be on the floor with them, but instead she turns into the bed’s softness and tells herself its enough. 

In the morning Tulio kisses her as he hands her breakfast, casual and absentminded. She looks at him, bewildered, but he’s already turning away to help Miguel saddle Altivo. 

Later he moves to help her into the saddle and Miguel stops him. Does he know that Tulio kissed her? Is he angry at her? 

“Don’t hurt your back even more,” he scolds, elbowing Tulio in the side. He steps forward and grips Chel’s hips and lifting her onto Altivo’s back. 

“Nag, nag, nag,” Tulio mutters but it’s more fond than irritated. 

They don’t walk in front of her or to the side. Instead Tulio stands to her right, Altivo’s reins in his hands, and Miguel stands to her left, the two of them talking around her without talking through her. 

They’re keeping her between them. 

They’d slept between her and the door. 

They’re letting her take the bed and ride the horse and maybe the place for her isn’t the one she’d assumed but the one they’re giving her - between them. With them. 

She can work with this. 

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #tisicin #trted #still have a couple pride prompts left oops #also this ask is cursed #i wrote it THREE TIMES #because tumble crashed twice when i tried to post #and if you're wondering if i was smart enough to write it in a word doc after the first time #that it crashed and deleted all my work #the answer would be #no #no i fucking did not