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Step 1: Give me a prompt to write. Step 2: Give me time to write it. Step 3: Be amazed by my amazing writing skills. Step 4: Praise me as the all-god over all. Step 5: Worship and give me mochi, bubble tea, froyo, and green tea rice candy. Step 6: Be joyful and kind to others.
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cannot watch the return of the king without thinking of that bad bootleg with the fucked up subtitles that said “this will be the end of Gender as we know it” instead of “this will be the end of Gondor as we know it”
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life advice: if ur cishet male friends dont let u call them babygirl theyre not worth it. but also this is dangerous bc then u’ll buy them a coffee at starbucks and they’ll say thank u daddy and u will automatically respond ur welcome babygirl and then the entire starbucks will be staring at u bc it is 2:45pm on a wednesday. this may happen multiple times. do with this what u will
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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS
Too many beds
Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss
Really nice guy who hates only you
Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class
Divorce of convenience
Too much communication
True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)
Dating your enemy’s sibling
Lovers to enemies
Hate at first sight
Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead
Fake amnesia
Soulmates who are fated to kill each other
Strangers to enemies
Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating
Too hot to cuddle
Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground
Nursing home au
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I was today years old when I learned that when you type "otp: true" in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship
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The Electoral College is a vestige of slavery. Getting rid of it would improve democracy.
One person, one vote.
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'We are trans. We are human.'
Pretty simple and valid point.
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Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.
"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.
Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.
"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."
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steph: why did duke just deck green lantern in the middle of the street, in civvies?
tim: they have beef
steph: cool, ten bucks says duke wins
jason: twenty says this becomes a meme 'random highschooler beats the shit out of justice league member' and hal wont show his face in gotham again
tim: forty, bruce will buy him a car for humiliating hal out of gotham
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Another favourite angst trope: When a character is so used to being treated badly that they don't see anything wrong with it and talk and think about it very matter-of-factly
Until they meet the other characters and see how HORRIFIED they are every time they reveal another detail from their past
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Saving the Spare
I was reading a couple time travel batfam fics and had this cool idea. Hope ya’ll enjoy!
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Thrown back in time before Damian joined the Wayne’s, he tried to make the most of it. Now Damian’s backstory was incredibly messed up, but this…
“Talia’s started cloning Damian already?!?!?”
The clone with blue eyes looked back in confusion, shock, and anger,
“I am not Damian’s clone, I am the other half of the Demon Twins, you— you— fruitcake!”
Oh.
Oh.
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don’t forget the chronic deja vu
via Elle.cordova on tiktok
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While at school Damian overhears his peers talking how a company created a new AI companion that is actually really cool and doesn’t sound like a freaky terminator robot when you speak to it.
And since Damian is constantly being told by Dick to socialize with people his age. He figured this would be a good way to work on social skills if not, then it’d be a great opportunity to investigate a rivaling company to Wayne Enterprises is able to create such advanced AI.
The AI is able to work as companion that can do tasks that range from being a digital assistant or just a person that you can have a conversation with.
The company says that the AI companion might still have glitches, so they encourage everybody to report it so that they will fix it as soon as possible.
The AI companion even has an avatar and a name.
A teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. Th AI was called DANIEL
Damian didn’t really care for it but when he downloaded the AI companion he’s able to see that it looks like DANIEL comes with an AI pet as well. A dog that DANIEL referred to as Cujo.
So obviously Damian has to investigate. He needs to know if the company was able to create an actual digital pet!
So whenever he logs onto his laptop he sees that DANIEL is always present in the background loading screen with the dog, Cujo, sitting in his lap.
He’d always greet with the phrase of “Hi, I’m DANIEL. How can I assist you today?”
So Damian cycles through some basic conversation starters that he’d engage in when having been forced to by his family.
It’s after a couple of sentences that he sees DANIEL start laughing and say “I think you sound more like a robot than I do.”
Which makes Damian raise an eyebrow and then prompt DANIEL with the question “how is a person supposed to converse?” Thinking that it’s going to just spit out some random things that can be easily searched on the internet.
But what makes him surprised is that DANIEL makes a face and then says “I’m not really sure myself. I’m not the greatest at talking, I’ve always gotten in trouble for running my mouth when I shouldn’t have.”
This is raising some questions within Damian, he understands how programming works, unless there’s an actual person behind this or the company actually created an AI that acts like an actual human being (which he highly doubts)
He starts asking a variety of other questions and one answer makes him even more suspicious. Like how DANIEL has a sister that is also with him and Cujo or that he could really go for a Nastyburger (whatever that was)
But whenever DANIEL answers “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T” Damian knows something is off since that is completely different than to how he’d usually respond.
After a couple more conversations with him Damian notices that DANIEL is currently tapping his hand against his arm in a specific manner.
In which he quickly realizes that DANIEL is tapping out morse code.
When translating he realizes that DANIEL is tapping out: H E L P M E
So when Damian asks if DANIEL needs help, DANIEL responds with “I C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A T”
That’s it, Damian is definitely getting down to the bottom of this.
He’s going to look straight into DALV Corporation and investigate this “AI companion” thing they’ve made!
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Basically Danny had been imprisoned by Vlad and Technus. Being sucked into a digital prison and he has no way of getting out. Along with the added horror that Vlad and Technus can basically write programming that will prevent him from doing certain actions or saying certain words.What’s even worse is that he’s basically being watched 24/7 by the people who believe that he’s just a super cool AI… and they have issues!
And every time he tries to do something to break his prison, people think it’s a glitch and report it to the company, which Vlad/ Technus would immediately fix it and prevent him from doing it again!
Not to mention Cujo and Ellie are trapped in there with him. They’re not happy to be there either, and there is no way he’s going to leave without them!
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The Creeping Whisper
The world used to be alive with sound. People barely noticed it at first, as the world began to become quieter. At first it was the sounds that no one would notice that had gone, such as a tree falling in a forest with no one around. The world became quieter not all at once, but bit by bit. Slowly losing its vibrancy and lustre.
Nobody could agree why it was happening and nobody could agree on whether they should care or not. Whilst it was the little things that went, many people loudly and proudly proclaimed that these things did not concern them as it was not directly impacting them. People still could not agree if they should care when the creeping silence started impacting everyday sounds: the bang of a car door slightly muted and not as loud as it used to be. The sounds of people rushing to work on trains were no longer a noisy cacophony but quiet and subdued. These were all sounds that people were glad to be quieted.
However, it was not just the everyday noises that had begun to quieten and disappear from the world. It was also the joyful sounds of music and laughter that began to disappear. The loudest voices remained those that proudly declared that these were excesses and we did not need music of laughter to be happy and that ignorance is in fact bliss. People began finding alternatives to the sounds they missed; if instruments would no longer make sound they would make it themselves with their voices. This carried on for a while until this too began to fade.
Eventually the whole world was quieted until the loudest sound was a whisper. Nobody could make a sound louder than a whisper. True despair set in at this point as they knew that before long there would be nothing but silence. Bizarre scenes swept the planet of people silently rioting against the injustice of the inexplicable silence; the only sounds made were their quiet whispering.
On the day of the last whisper there was tranquillity. Acceptance that everything to be done to find a solution had been done. The people who had previously been the loudest about the silencing were now the quietest. They had seen for themselves now the consequences of the stagnation and inaction they advocated for. They wept, and the world wept, for it only now realised the value of what it had lost.
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I would love to read more of your desecrated Grave AU if that isn't to much trouble?
Tbh, it was supposed to be a one time thing but I can give it another go :))
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Zatanna's dealt with everything from demons to gods, eldritch horrors to cute little puppies. It says a lot, in her opinion, that the GIW managed to invoke such a response of recoiling horror in her.
The magician took in the blood and ectoplasm splattered walls, the writhing reanimated organism that came from exposure to said ectoplasm, and most damningly, the stacks of cracked and broken headstones piled in the corner of the room.
"Peek ruoy part tuhs!" she snarled, hands thrown out at the whimpering and beaten GIW agents. Her magic activated and sealed their voice boxes shut.
In the sudden silence, Zatanna walked to the stacked gravestones. She placed a hand upon the top most one and uttered a heart-broken apology, wondering how many ghosts perished.
"I'll bring you back to Phantom," she promised them. "Eb derots."
The gravestones vanished into her storage space, ready to be taken out when she willed them to be.
"Zatanna, everything finished?" Black Canary walked in, casting a disdainful glance at the agents. "You okay?"
"I can feel... there was much suffering here. They were supposed to be- dying was supposed to grant them peace. Not. Not this."
"We'll make sure it never happens again. The GIW is getting disbanded as we speak."
Their comms buzzed.
"Zatanna, the U.N. is requesting the presence of the ghost king in order to make amends." Batman said.
"Tell them he's going to be busy grieving the massacre of his people, committed by a branch of their government. We'll be damn lucky if he doesn't start a war over this, Batman. He'd be well within his rights to. It's bad."
"I'll hold them off."
"We're wrapping up on our end."
"Copy."
Zatanna turned to the scientists and agents and intoned "Eb devom edistuo!"
"C'mon Zee, let's go." Black Canary made sure she was out of the way before screaming, unleashing a wave of sound that shattered and crumbled the glass and walls of the facility.
"Fuck the government." Zatanna mumbled. How was she supposed to tell Phantom about the gravestones?
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Phantom floated, the lost look on the young boy's face pulling at their hearts as his hands hovered above the broken gravestones, not daring to touch them.
"So many..." he whispered. Zatanna could do nothing but offer a nod, jaw clenched and eyes burning with fury and grief.
Phantom looked up at her. "Thank you, Zatanna, for bringing them back to us."
"It was the least we could do." Zatanna replied, and something about her voice must have resonated with Phantom because his apathetic façade broke and suddenly, Zatanna had an armful of a grieving, wailing ghost child. Her magic shielded her, but the glass began breaking at his ghostly wail. Still, Zatanna could tell he was holding back in attempt to not kill them all via the vacuum of space.
"Dleihs eht rewothctaw!" She quickly chanted. "Go ahead, you won't hurt us. I've shielded the place."
The glass stopped cracking and Phantom, no longer worried about killing her, screamed against her shoulder.
"Why?! WHAT CRIMES DID WE COMMIT BY DYING?! IT WASN'T ENOUGH TO SUFFER WHEN WE DIED?! WHY?!"
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I hate Fallout fans so much you don't even know
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Somehow, He Wasn't Expecting A Kid So Soon...
Despite Gotham being the usual shithole, life was good.
Peter Parker got married to the love of his life. His superhero career was at its peak (which meant that Spider-Man WASN'T enemy number one for once, Jonah, ha!). And... right now, he was being stalked. As in, Peter Parker was getting stalked by a little boy, who seemed to love photography a little too much and kept asking for 'tips' to help him grow as a photographer.
You know, totally normal stuff, right?
Everything came to a head once Peter came across the boy in a roof as Spider-Man and the little guy nonchalantly greeted him with a: "Good evening, Mr. Parker!" and asked him if the web shooters and web fluid would make his shots better.
Peter would have liked to say that he handled the situation like a champ, but MJ was not impressed when she arrived at their home, and Peter was trying to interrogate the kid and failing miserably.
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