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“Thank you for changing your mind, B.”
“Oh, shut up,” B growled at A, waving them off. “And get out. I know what you were sent here to do.”
A’s jaw clenched. “Fine. Sure,” they said curtly. “So how about you judge me on what I did do instead of that?”
#assassin prompts#secret agent prompts#secret agent au#imagine your otp#relationship prompt#dialogue prompt#chat prompt#scene prompt#character prompt#story prompt#writing prompt#prompts#It was a mission in cyberpunk 2077 that was shown to me
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Danny was livid.
The Guys In White had been following Phantom around constantly and while they weren't much of a threat, they were a massive nuisance. They had shot him down on Thursday and caused him to crash into some poor kids birthday cake in the park.
On Friday they had accidentally released ghost rats into the school.
On Saturday they had somehow managed to turn Paulinas hair ectoplasm green. She refused to leave her bedroom until it was reversed
On Sunday they tried to commandeer his parents GAV and earned the ire of his mom. They found out exactly why that was a bad idea.
On Monday they bardged into Danny's classroom, interrupting his math test because they were looking for a ghost parrot. It was mostly harmless but kept insulting them in a cheery tone. Danny decided he liked that bird.
We won't speak about what happened on Tuesday.
On Wednesday, he scowled at an agent that had accidentally blasted him and his friends with liquid ectoplasm while they were sitting and eating lunch. It was then that Danny began plotting his revenge.
That night he when ghost and lead the GIW on a while goose chase. Did danny take them across state lines? Yes. Did he manage to pull a massive following of these creeps? Also yes.
Did he plan for his target-the guy he had been leading them to- to already be in cuffs when he arrived in Gotham? No. Not at all.
"Hey, uh..." the words died on his tongue as Batman- The Batman- turned to him with narrowed eyes. Mustering his will, he started again, "Could you let him out? Just for a little bit?"
"No."
"Aw, Cmon!"
Condiment King began raving about something, but Danny didn't particularly care to pay attention. "If you're not going to let him out, then can you at least call the rest of the paw patrol? I wanna ask if they wanna throw mud at evil secret organization people. For enrichment." Danny gave his best, most cheeky smile for extra measure.
"Hn."
#dpxdc#fanfiction prompts#prompts#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#condiment king#guys in white#maddline fenton beating up government agents#supposed government agents at least#the bats should be allowed to tear apart the giw for funsies#Danny -i have never met a compatent adult- Fenton: Yeah i can totally keep my identity a secret from Batman :D#narrator: he could not#the batgam go ham#not only do they destroy the giw they also terrorize them with stains#danny is so happy#danny is trying to figure out what *hn* means. hes not fluent in Batman
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happy late holidays to my stob secret santa giftee @opalobsidian-wolf! i hope you had a great new year and have a good 2024
i really liked the prompts you gave and decided to focus more on the yandere/villain stone, i hope you like it :)
(some alt versions under the cut featuring no speech bubbles and a tad bit of blood)
#sorry it took so long dhkshskwbdjeh#loved your prompts tho#great taste 10/10#stobotnik secret santa 2023#sonic movie#sonic the hedgehog#stobotnik#agent stone#ivo robotnik#justa's art
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Here is my gift for the 2023 Stobotnik Secret Santa (organized by the wonderful @panic-flavored)
I got the good luck to be matched to my super cool bestie @alchemocha who had so many lovely ideas and prompts, it was so hard to choose ! <3
"Soft jimbotnik content!! stobotnik marriage, domesticity, stobotnik Christmas reunion, stone giving Robotnik his first proper Christmas (many options I love them so much)"
#stobotnik secret santa 2023#stobotnik#happy holidays!#jimbotnik#agent stone#dr robotnik#THEYRE MARRIED ! THEYRE SPENDING CHRISTMAS TOGETHER! SOB#ILU BESTIE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !!#my art#i have more sketches from the other prompts that i didn't officially move forward with (eyes emoji) i will work on them too later hehehhhee#merry stobotnik christmas
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any (galex, landoscar, lestappen, even old grid like sebson)
another spy au (sorry, im on a kick)
person A is a spy, the other is just someone that lives in the town where person A is doing some recon. They've been set up for a long time undercover, including a full job in town and a fake identity.
person B owns the bakery near person A's new life, and they sllowly fall in love. But person A knows it can't be forever (unless it can?)
DW: getting together, fluff, hopefully angst with a happy ending? but an open ending works too
DNW: character death
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#Pairing: Alex Albon/George Russell#Pairing: Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri#Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen#Pairing: Jenson Button/Sebastian Vettel#Character: Alex Albon#Character: George Russell#Character: Lando Norris#Character: Oscar Piastri#Character: Charles Leclerc#Character: Max Verstappen#Character: Jenson Button#Character: Sebastian Vettel#DW: Alternate Universe - Secret Agents and Spies#DW: Getting Together#DW: Fluff#DW: Angst with a Happy Ending#DW: Open or Ambiguous Ending#Type: Prompt#Index: 37#f1 fanfic#galex#lestappen#landoscar#sebson#Pairing: Any
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New donro headcannon
Donald lying about his naval experience and telling Gyro that he’s shot down enemy ships and earned so many medals just to impress him
#headcannon#donro#he’s just a lowly crewman/seaman but to make Gyro feel proud of him is enough#DONALD YOU’RE LITERALLY ALSO A SECRET AGENT AND A SUPERHERO YOU ALREADY AMAZE THIS NERD#then imagine: later on Gyro learns the truth and it’s awkward#…I may or may not be making a story about this for next week’s prompt list >>
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Deep Water Prompt #2896
Before we can formally join the agency, we are sent to ‘the apartment’. Twenty spies, ten killers, one hundred normal college students. And, five police recruits with a shot at glory.
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Armistice - Part One
Oops random burst of inspiration
Summary: A team of agents investigate a secret weapons lab and find something unexpected.
Contains: Living weapon, scientist whumpers, inhuman whumpee, lab whump, secret agents
Warnings: Dehumanization, cages, military themes, guns, pet whump, living weapon, gunshot wounds
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“I fail to see how this level of security is necessary.” Colonel Blaire, a tense man who had spent too much time in the sun, commented.
“I assure you, Sir, this is very necessary.” Doctor Cecil, walking right at the Colonel’s side, replied. “We would not be going through these procedures if there was any doubt.”
The two traversed a short stretch of hallway. They had just passed through a large, steel door, affixed with a mechanical lock and key. Another door was up ahead. Doctor Cecil removed an oversized brass keyring from her lab coat, taking the next key-- they were numbered, of course-- and inserting it into the proper hole. The door opened.
“Whatever this thing is, you’re certain it has military usage? Much more of this rigamarole and I’ll have you fired for wasting my time.”
“Most certainly.”
Another key. Another lock. Another key.
“And at what point do you intend on telling me what this thing is?”
“I do not intend on telling you, Colonel. I intend on showing you. I guarantee, it will be well worth the wait, and worth your trouble.”
The colonel only grunted in reply.
The last door required a physical key, a keypad code, as well as remote permission given by someone, somewhere, sitting at a computer. Beyond said door was a room that most would consider unremarkable. The walls had been reinforced first with steel, then with a covering of rubber.
At the center of it all was a cage, covered in a black tarp.
From beneath the tarp came a snarl.
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“How far out are we?”
Agent Alces leaned over the shoulder of her team’s pilot, Agent Puda, who didn’t seem all too pleased with the incursion.
“Less than 1000 klicks. Under an hour.”
“How long till we need to batten down the hatches?”
“30 minutes. The crew should be in their seats in 45.”
“Got it.”
The pilot expected that to be the end of it. However, to his surprise, his superior sat down in the empty co-pilot’s seat next to him.
Puda knew exactly what that meant.
“You’re worried.”
“Of course I’m worried.” Alces muttered.
She fidgeted with her watch. Half of her body had already been put on, excluding her helmet-- as well-engineered as those things were, they were notoriously uncomfortable for long-term wear. That left her short hair, the color of wheat, free to flow.
“There’s a hell of a lot to be worried about.” She continued. “This isn’t going to be an easy op.”
“Is there such a thing as an easy op?”
“There’s easier ops than this one.” Alces sighed. “We’re going after an unknown object at an unknown facility, guarded by unknown forces. We don’t know what kind of weapons they have. That’s not to mention the American military is rumored to be going after the same thing.”
“Yeah.” Puda grimaced. “We’ve sure had easier ops. You’re sure this is a good idea?”
“It’s our mission. They wouldn’t send us on a mission if they thought we couldn’t manage it.”
“Sure.” The pilot had always been a bit skeptical about their employer.
In a sense, their employers were the whole human race. In a more realistic sense, their employer was an internationally-funded law enforcement agency known as SABRE.
It was the job of SABRE to maintain international law, mostly in the areas of human rights. Small jobs went to local authorities. Big jobs went to Interpol. Unwieldy, dangerous, stupid jobs went to SABRE.
Who do you think keeps cleaning up after all the UFOs?
“What do we know, then?” Puda questioned.
“Didn’t you come to the briefing?”
“Well, yeah.”
“And did you… Listen?”
Puda didn’t respond to that one, focusing instead on the radars and dashboards of the cockpit.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Alces rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t unused to this particular behavior from her pilot. She was lucky that he was working at all.
“Alright.” She started. “SABRE’s intelligence sources have been indicating that a lab in Nevada has been working with an unknown weapon. Whatever this weapon is, the lab is absolutely refusing to cooperate with international weapons testing and regulation requirements.
For all we know, they could have the next Manhattan project in there, and the American brass has already caught the scent. We need to figure out what they’re doing.”
“So, we don’t even know if what they have is dangerous?”
“Not necessarily, but the half-meter thick steel walls around the facility would implicate as such. Officially, we’re only going down there to make sure that they start complying with international regulations.”
“And what are we doing unofficially?”
“Figuring out what they’re doing, figuring out if it’s illegal, and, if it is, putting a stop to it.”
“Do they know we’re coming?”
“Of course not. That’s the whole point of a surprise attack.”
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After an absurdly lavish dinner, complete with wine bottles that, for most, would cost an entire year’s salary, Colonel Blaire was being treated to a show.
Alongside Doctor Cecil and a cohort of her white-coated compatriots, the colonel now stood behind a panel of one-way glass, several inches thick.
After so much buildup, their project was overdue for a demonstration.
The room beyond the glass was large, rectangular, and outfitted with padded mats along the wall, similar to those one might see in a wrestling gym. The center of the room was occupied by a ballistics dummy, the kind made of a clear resin, meant to demonstrate how something would penetrate the human body. On one side of the room, a closed gate led to another chamber.
“You have already heard about this weapon’s hardiness.” Doctor Cecil began. “Forget about supply lines, this thing can traverse extreme climates for days on end, requiring only minimal supplies. With extraordinary navigational senses, it does not rely on radar or radio signals. This weapon could travel deep into any enemy warzone, undetected.
And, when it gets there…”
The lights in the chamber beyond the glass brightened. The gate began to rumble open.
Before it opened all the way, something scrabbled underneath, managing to escape into the chamber beyond.
It took exactly 3.78 seconds for the ballistics dummy to be turned to a pile of resin scraps.
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SABRE Team C landed in a clearing in the forest.
For all his nonsense, there was a reason that Alces put up with Puda: The man could land their plane damn near anywhere and not so much as scratch the paint.
Alces, along with the rest of her team, were seated in the cockpit in their individual seats. Once the landing gear steadied, she took off her seatbelt.
All in all, there were six of them. Puda, of course, was seated at the front, nearest to the controls. The rest were arranged in a semi-circle, with Alces in the center.
Doctor Kuhli was on the far right, a brown-skinned woman with her black hair pulled into a tight ponytail. For all her nagging, everyone on the team understood full-well that she was the main thing keeping them alive. She was their doctor. She was also the one who usually kept Doctor Munty from eating the chemicals from his lab.
Doctor Munty, of course, was the team’s science officer. One might be surprised to learn that a field team would have any need of a science officer, but he had justified his usefulness time and time again. With how many unknown compounds and chemicals they encountered, it was good to have a genius with a lab. He was seated on the far left.
The other two spaces, between Alces and the doctors, were filled by the team’s two field agents: Agent Reeves and Agent Savini. At the moment, both of them looked nearly identical, wearing black uniforms and helmets. If their visors weren’t raised, Alces would’ve had a hard time telling the difference. With their faces visible, however, the differences between the two were stark.
Agent Reeves was a short woman, chronically underestimated for her size and blonde hair (it wasn’t that color naturally, but SABRE continuously refused to allow her to dye it pink, so they compromised.) Her bangs were a mess under her helmet. It was almost odd to see her without her usual collection of barrettes and scrunchies, but, quite obviously, those didn’t work with a tight-fitting carbon fiber helmet.
Agent Savini, on the other hand, was tall, muscular, and more than a little standoffish. He was the dream of any SABRE recruiter: Strong, disciplined, smart, and unflappable. Alces didn’t know if she had ever seen him smile, but he had never failed to carry out a single of her orders. His only flaw was a small dependance on whiskey and smokes, but Alces could hardly complain.
She had a damn good team behind her. They could do this. They would do this, and they would all make it out alive.
She just had to lead them through it.
Lights on the dashboard turned off one by one as the plane settled into a resting state. Meanwhile, Alces moved to the front of the room, addressing the rest of her team with her pilot close at hand.
“Alright.” She began, clearing her throat. “This isn’t going to be an easy op. I want everyone at their best. We’re going to stay together.
We don’t know what we’re going to find in there. That makes extraction hard. There’s a chance we won’t be bringing anything out of there at all. We may also be seizing the next advancement in lethal military technology.
Puda.” The pilot turned to listen. “You’re going to drive me, Reeves, and Savini in the UTV as far as you can. Meanwhile, Munty, you’re going to fly the drones out ahead of us. We’ll stay in contact while you find us an entrance. If they won’t open it for us, then we’re going to breach it.
Kuhli, I want you preparing a secure facility back here, ready to contain whatever we find, if anything. You might have some patients, if any weapons are fired.
Does everyone understand?”
Everyone nodded, muttering their acknowledgement. Damn, Alces loved her team.
“Let’s move out!”
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“I hope you liked what you saw.” Doctor Cecil folded her hands in front of herself, seated across a boardroom from Colonel Blaire.
The Colonel’s expression was as firm as ever. However, his earlier anger had melted away, leaving only stoicism behind.
“You have fulfilled your promise. You have quite the weapon.”
“Do you think it will be enough for what you desire?”
“Enough? Yes, yes, more than enough.” He drummed his fingers. “But there is only the one.”
“Only the one, for now. We believe that we can acquire more. We simply require additional funding.”
“More funding. You must understand the risk of bringing this information to my superiors. Laws will need to be changed. But… I will talk to them. I will let you know if you can have your funding.
Until then, I want more data. More tests. This thing needs to be proven six ways to Sunday.”
Doctor Cecil was clearly less than pleased with the answer. She most certainly wasn’t pleased when the door to the boardroom burst open.
Her heart jumped right to her throat at the appearance of three strangers in military garb. Their faces were concealed beneath black helmets and tinted visors. The rest of their bodies were equally concealed beneath vests and carbon fiber elbow pads.Their weapons were clearly intended to intimidate.
Dammit. Dammit! Doctor Cecil leapt to her feet, knocking over the chair she had been sitting in. The colonel across from her did the same.
“Woah, there.” The three strangers were arranged in a triangular formation, with one at the front and two slightly behind, one on either side. It was their presumed leader, at the front, who spoke. “No need to get spooked.”
“Who are you?” Doctor Cecil growled.
“You have no authorization to be here.” Colonel Blair added.
“We do, actually.” The leader of the incursion reached into a specially-placed pocket, revealing a badge.
SABRE. Of course it had to be SABRE, of course it had to be now.
“We’re here to enforce Chapter 89, Article 3, Subsection B of the international SABRE weapons treaty. All military research facilities are required to register, undergo international third-party inspection, and disclose all weapons possessed. That’s along with Subsection C-- All experiments with potential deadly weapons must be pre-approved.
This is an unauthorized, unsupervised, illegal weapons research facility. So, you’re going to give us the grand tour, then you’re going to shut down until you comply with national and international law.
Is that understood?”
Beneath that visor, Doctor Cecil just knew there was a sly smile.
She knew, of course, the illegality of her operation. She had just been hoping to change the law before that was revealed.
“I understand.” She replied, evenly.
Reaching a hand into a pocket, she pressed a button, calling for emergency security assistance. With backup on the way, she pulled out a handgun.
“But I don’t think you understand exactly how much danger you’re in.” She continued, coldly.
Given what her operation involved, she had cut no corners on security. As the intruders hesitated on their next move, footsteps pounded down the hallway.
Gunfire filled the hallway.
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When the smoke cleared, Alces checked her troops. Both Reeves and Savini were still on their feet, even as they gasped for air a bit.
It had been a harsh shootout.
Looking around, she spotted four guards on the ground. All breathing. SABRE didn’t train their agents to kill if there was another option. Still, they were wounded, and would need a hospital sooner rather than later.
Alces took a step forward. Her field agents took one in turn. She was damn lucky to have the agents that she did.
She hoped that her show of force would work to intimidate the woman in a lab coat in front of her.
“Alright. No more of that.” Alces did her best to keep her voice calm. No one had to get angry, here. “By the way, you are definitely under arrest now.
You have a weapon. You are going to show us where it is.”
The lab-coated woman’s eyes shifted back and forth. Alces knew what that meant.
She was ready for the woman to run, but didn’t have time to react. The doorway was too wide. Before she knew it, the doctor had burst out of the room, right past her and her agents.
“Dammit!” Alces exclaimed. “Reeves, you stay with him.”
She pointed at the man in the boardroom. He was definitely military.
“Don’t let him go anywhere, and take his gun. Savini, you’re with me.”
“Got it, boss!” Reeves gave a big thumbs-up, before pointing a big gun at the big military man.
With a tilt of her head, Alces indicated for Savini to follow her as she moved out in the hallway.
Time to chase down a scientist.
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Doctor Cecil whipped around a corner, her own hot breath rushing back in her face. Stupid SABRE, stupid stupid stupid! Of all days, why did this have to happen today?!
Little did they know, they had no clue what they were up against. They thought they were dealing with a gun, or a gas, or a bioweapon.
Stupid agents.
She could hear their footsteps pounding behind her. They would catch up to her, that much was inevitable. She just had to get to the containment unit before they did.
She skidded to a stop in front of one of the many doors in this highway. All at once, she regretted the security measures she herself had mandated. There was nothing to be done for it now, though. At least she had practice in getting the key from her pocket, putting it in the lock.
Once Doctor Cecil was through the door, she slammed it closed. It wouldn’t lock automatically, but it would slow her pursuers down, ever so slightly. She had a head start, and she wasn’t being weighed down by god knows how many pounds of military-issue.
One door after another. They finally arrived at the final one. She had never typed in her keycode so fast, and she had never before been more glad that she kept someone always stationed in the security chair. If she was lucky, the rest of the guards would be here soon.
Not that she would need them.
Doctor Cecil swung open the last door, revealing the same room as she had formerly to Colonel Blair. The weapon had been returned to its cage, covered again by its tarp.
She couldn’t wait to see those SABRE pencil pushers torn to shreds. Pulling out one last key, she raced to the cage, tore away the tarp, and undid the padlock.
The door swung open.
The weapon leapt free.
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Alces and Savini skidded to a stop soon after the scientist did.
This had to be it. This was the weapon. Of course, the scientist would attempt to use her own deadly creation against her attackers.
Alces held out an arm to prevent Savini from getting any closer. Whatever this thing was, it shouldn’t be able to harm them. Their helmets acted as respirators, their bodies covered from head to toe in the best gear any currency could buy. Any chemical, any bioweapon, they could handle it.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as the scientist swung open a cage of some sort.
The person that lurched from the cage was thin, but muscular, shaggy blonde hair raggedly cut. Muscly bulk rippled beneath their neck as they snarled. Their body was covered only by a cotton undershirt and a pair of shorts.
A person.
The weapon wasn’t a contagion. It wasn’t a gun. It wasn’t a chemical.
It was a person.
“Go!” The scientist snapped.
The person charged.
Agent Savini discharged his weapon.
#whump#whumpblr#whump community#lab whump#living weapon whumpee#living weapon#inhuman whumpee#whump writing#whump prompt#scientist whumper#whumpee#whumper#caretaker#secret agents
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In the future, Person A and Person B are going through a messy separation that leads to Person A going on a long vacation and leaving Person B with their kids. Their youngest child, distraught by the loss of their other parent, runs away from home with the goal to find Person A and bring them home and make them fall in love with Person B again - only for the child to wind up in the past where they run into the version of Person A before they even met Person B and back when both were agents/assassins/spies working for unrelated groups. Person A takes in the child, not sure what else to do, and while trying to do the basic parenting stuff and taking the kid to the park, they run into Person B on a date with the person they were dating prior to meeting Person A originally. When the child calls Person B their other parent, Person B gets broken up with and Person B is confused by how the child knows their real name and random facts about them and so offers to help Person A co-parent the strange ‘orphan’. Person A and Person B try to unravel the mystery surrounding the child, thinking the kid might be a spy or some trap set to draw them both together, but while trying to figure out who the child is, starting to catch feelings.
#mod poss#creative writing#writing prompt#writing#prompt#fanfic prompt#fanfiction prompt#story prompt#creative writing prompt#ficinsp#alternate universe#plots and prompts#parents au#time travel au#secret agent au#science fiction au#family au#romance au
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okay, so hear me out:
no agents of sword, because i dont think it makes much sense for the astro ambassadors to leave shield, its literally their life, and its not even necessary for space exploration. shield is back, they dont need to covertly go through other agencies anymore.
now lets assume daisys mission after the finale is to get out there, get the lay of the land, find allies for earth, and figure out who the enemies are or something to this effect (just because thats what i think makes the most logical sense). not the most interesting premise, but stay with me. the main characters would obviously be kora, sousa, and daisy, with kora essentially taking the role skye had in season 1 as the audience bait. depending on how much you want to recreate the full-on ensemble feel of aos itself, you could also add maybe two relatively major characters from the crew, piper and davis style but more relevant.
it would be a miniseries with about 6-8 episodes as part of the secret wars arc theyre setting up for phases 4-6. we would get one episode at the beginning a couple of months after the mission has started, and wed get to see what theyre up to and what their team dynamics are and everything. they could then meet with a representative of xandar to discuss possible cooperation in security matters (not diplomatic relations, that would need to be left up to official first contact teams etc, despite sousas nicknames these are still spies). the talks would go okay but not well due to earth still being perceived as a primitive backwater, and the ship would depart. just as its jumping away, it suddenly and violently explodes, leaving the team to stare out the cockpit in shock. roll credits.
the crew have skrull saboteurs among them, sent not to stop the mission (because earth could just send another team), but rather to sabotage it so thoroughly that earth remains completely isolated and alone, with noone coming to its aid once the skrulls pull off their plan and take control. making it look as if the widely known outlaw quake destroyed a xandarian transport with some kind of dignitary on it in service of earth would be pretty damning. xandar responds immediatley and puts out a bounty on her head, and the rest of the show would be them trying to root out the saboteurs, set the record straight, and win xandars support for earth after finding out about the skrulls plans from the infiltrator in their crew once they reveal them, all while trying to avoid a slew of pursuers of varying allegiances. could maybe contain the stereotypical "somethings off" detective character on the xandarian side who smells something fishy and cooperates with the team behind their superiors back to help stop the skrulls. the end of the show could be the team getting called up by nick fury to assisst him, or contacting him themselves in order to inform him of their findings.
i tried to come up with something thats new and compelling for aos just like every new season used to be different from what came before, but also sort of keeps the feel of the show to a degree, and is distinctly its own thing and relevant to whats going on in the mcu right now and ends with the team being set up for future appearances. if i wasnt so lazy id maybe turn it into its own fanfiction.
#now i just need a cool title#agents of shield#secret wars#daisy johnson#kora#daniel sousa#quake spinoff#fanfic prompt
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“Oh, shit. Shit, shit-!” B took off running down the street, dodging around people and pushing them out of the way. Some strangers brushed past A as they ran after B, trying to keep up.
A couldn’t help but laugh as they watched it all go down. B was always getting into weird trouble, so this was never anything new.
When one of the strangers grabbed their arm and started dragging them away, however, A didn’t find it nearly as normal. Or funny.
#secret agents prompt#spy prompt#best friends prompt#imagine your otp#otp prompt#dark prompt#captivity prompt#kidnapping prompt#scene prompt#character prompt#story prompt#writing prompt#prompts#kidnapping whump#captivity whump#It was a sudden thought of the friends left behind during a chase scene#surely they are important. no?
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I love the idea of a relationship between two spies/agents, but instead of being from opposite sides and their love is forbidden, they are in the same organization, just different operations/projects, so they can’t talk about their work.
Like they come home and go
“What did you work on today?”
“That’s classified. How about you?”
“Also classified, but thanks for asking.”
And they’re still in a perfectly happy relationship because they both knew what they were getting into when they started dating.
#text#writing#writing prompt#secret agent#relationship#dumb shit#kinda a shower thought?#but only kinda
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Writing prompt:
A girl starts at a new school. People are very interested in this new student due to the lack of information regarding her past. A little research shows that she used to go by a different name and looked completely different!
Soon enough, the whole school is whispering about their newest student, the secret agent. Speculation rises that she was sent under cover by the cops. Or the feds. Or the mob!
The new girl is more than happy with the rumours circulating about her. They may not be true, but this way no one will know that she’s trans.
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Harry is a secret agent for the wizarding sector of MI6. While on an undercover assignment in America, he meets the muggleborn witch Hermione Granger, and falls head-over-heels for her. However, she only knows him by his undercover identity. How will she react once the truth is revealed? Will their love survive the test?
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Tag drop 1.
#[ ooc. ] you can call me anytime. i'll put you on hold. i like to watch the line blink.#[ ic. ] you experience things. then they're over and you still can't explain 'em? gods. aliens. dimensions. i'm just a man in a can.#[ answered: ooc. ] you have reached the life model decoy of tony stark. leave a message. / it's urgent. / so leave it urgently.#[ answered: ic. ] sir. agent coulson of s.h.i.e.l.d. is on the line. / i'm not in. i'm actually out.#[ psa. ] obviously you can quote me on that. 'cause i just said it.#[ saved. ] what am i even tripping for? everything's gonna work out exactly the way it's supposed to. i love you 3000.#[ memes / prompts. ] if there's one thing I've proven it's that you can count on me to pleasure myself.#[ crack. ] i don't want to harp on this but did you like the custom rabbit? / ... did i like it? / nailed it. right?#[ et cetera. ] actually he's the boss. i just pay for everything and design everything. and make everyone look cooler.#[ self promotion. ] you know; it's moments like these when i realize what a superhero i am.#[ other promotions. ] i told you: i don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.#[ visage. ] 'mr. stark displays compulsive behavior.' in my defense. that was last week.#[ robert downey jr. ] i take some pride in representing myself exactly how i would like to have my son remember me to his kids.#[ meta. ] i should put it in a lockbox and drop it to the bottom of the lake and go to bed. / but would you be able to rest?#[ mini study. ] you start with something pure. exciting. then come the mistakes. the compromises. we create our own demons.#[ essence. ] it's not about me. it's not about you either. it's about legacy. the legacy left behind for future generations.
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Secret Agent Prompts
Hello Internet!
So I've been hooked on secret agents lately and I put together a little writing prompt list!
Each prompt is a spy/secret agent term.
The prompts are selected from SPYSCAPE Glossary, you can check out definitions there if you like or just run with your own take on these terms. I was reading through these for inspo and got so many ideas! Then thought it would be fun to see others make something with these too!
Take this list and do whatever you want with it!
Have fun writing in 2023!
Anti-surveillance
Bang-and-Burn Operation
Blowback
Brush Contact
Chicken Feed
Compromised
Dead Drop
Double Agent
Ears Only
Eyes Only
Going Gray
Honey Trap
HUMINT (Human Intelligence)
Live Drop
Need-to-Know
Playback
Recruitment
Safehouse
Sleeper
Stakeout
Trigger
Undercover
Walk-In
#Secret Agent#prompt list#writing prompts#art prompts#Spy terminology#linked the source material#Create cool stuff with these!#Secret Agent Prompt List
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