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scealaiscoite · 1 year
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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."
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pencap · 7 months
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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.
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jerzwriter · 3 months
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I've been in a creative lul - which isn't the worst thing - I've started work on some existing projects, but I'd love to do a couple simple, quick pieces. So you know what that means?
THREE WORD PROMPTS
Send me two characters and one word, and I'll write a short(ish) story based on them.
For example: Eli, Troy, Jukebox
I have some other prompt requests in my inbox, and I'm working on them too! :)
Thanks y'all!
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nerdpoe · 5 months
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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.
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promptsbytaurie · 4 months
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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."
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mossypidder · 1 month
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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.
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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."
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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.
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puppetmaster13u · 2 days
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You know what I need? I need a scene, either alone or in a group, of like, a hero or someone talkin to someone. For example Superman and Batman talkin, everything normal right?
And then I need it to switch to the pov of an outsider and they just have the thickest accents in the world. Somehow speaking the same language and understanding each other while the civilian is just ????
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cheesycatz · 6 months
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My favorite days from spamtober 2022, which I completed just before I started posting on my tumblr account
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hardly-an-escape · 4 months
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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!
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pencap · 8 months
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Hi! I love your work, and it's wonderful to hear you might start writing poetry again. I hope it goes well, and please be kind on yourself ❤️
For the three words: silver, fall, power.
No pressure and feel free to ignore this entirely! I just wanted to tell you that it's great to see you around again.
Thank you for the kind words, love! It's wonderful to be back and be met with so much love. Please know that your support is infinitely encouraging and infinitely appreciated.
My darling, for you I wish to be silver like the full moon dancing on silent feet silver like the first sleepy snowfall of winter silver like constellations shimmering in a peaceful night. You deserve a soft-spoken silver as shining and carefree as bellchimes. But darling, all I know how to be is silver like a sniper's scope staring from the rooftop silver like spikes of hoarfrost glinting on barbed wire silver like starfall crashing down in a shattered sky. I am made to be a sharp-edged silver as powerful and deadly as bladesteel. I ache that I cannot be a lullaby singing you to sleep. I weep that I cannot be a flashlight in your darkest night. I mourn that I cannot be a diamond ring on your finger. But I will be the sentry standing guard at your doorstep. I will be the smooth tongue to lay your enemies bare. I will be the chainmail wrapped around your softest spots. And darling, perhaps if you are so very kind if the world is so very forgiving if my fate is so very lucky-- Then perhaps, my dearest darling, that can be enough.
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jerzwriter · 4 months
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Ethan, Pietro, vase 😬
Ask and ye shall receive. lol. Here you go, Ren. Thanks for the ask!
A Little Mess
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dumplingsjinson · 1 year
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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.” 
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aicosu · 10 months
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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.
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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
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