will-it-be-finished-who-knows
story dump basically
I wanna talk about my stories but only think of pieces at a time so- (ALSO the header is from Collateral Damage and was drawn by my friend as a birthday gift, Isn't it incredible?!!!)
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Amethyst took a shaky breath, and began. "Aja and I have been meeting up recently, just talking - and getting food, you wouldn't believe how horrible she is at taking care of herself," he added with a breathless laugh. "We tried to stay hidden, not good for her image to be seen with the number one most wanted." He grimaced, "Not that anyone thinks highly of her anyways, thanks to those assholes she works for.
"Apparently we weren't good enough, her superiors found out, and you can imagine how pissed they were - actually maybe you can't, they do a good job of filtering their personalities for the media. Anyway, they started hunting us, and with pretty much every state and federal run organization under their thumbs, it wasn't easy to avoid them, but we managed long enough to be problem." He swallowed, hard, "S-so they got help."
"From who?" the driver prompted, trying to cut off a spiral.
Amethyst hesitated, then whispered, "Operator"
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Thank you to @miraculousglitter for reminding me this exists and I was going to add to it bc I totally forgot
You are a cabdriver. But you don’t drive any cab, you drive The Herocab, a cab that any superhero can call if they need to be somewhere urgently. Today you were called, only to find the hero a bloody mess on the ground and a villain, the hero’s phone in hand, standing over them.
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"Catch me if you can!" she yelled, running from her playmate.
"Catch me if you can," she teased, knowing he would chase her until they were together again.
"Catch me if you can," she prayed, and let go, hoping he was near.
"Catch me if you can," she sang, and leapt, knowing he'd always save her.
"Catch me if you can," she whispered, and jumped, knowing he was too far, but that she'd see him soon.
#writing#creative writing#prompt fill#first it was gonna be a short story but then that was too long for what I had#then it was gonna be like a two sentence horror story (or really two sentence angst) but then that wasn't long enough for my idea#anyway I think I like the way it turned out#conveys all the important bits but still mysterious
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They stared at each other, the villain's mask betraying no emotion, the cab driver starting to panic, but then the villain -Amethyst- spoke.
"Please," he said, voice weak and shaking, "Help her."
Stunned, the driver swallowed, "What- What happened?"
"They knew, they found her, she's- she's going to die-"
"Stop," the driver interrupted, "Take a deep breath, put her in the backseat, and tell me what happened while we drive to the hospital."
"No," he snapped- recoiled, "No hospitals. They'll find us- they'll- they'll take her- kill her"
"Do you have a better idea?"
He hesitated, seemed to decide something, and spoke, "My clinic." He picked her up and began placing her in the cab, "I can give you directions."
Deciding not to pry about the clinic, the driver went as fast as possible without drawing attention, neither of them speaking beyond navigation.
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They made it to Amethyst's clinic, which was incredibly well staffed and equipped for a villain in hiding, and the hero was taken into an emergency room.
The driver turned to Amethyst, "Okay, now that she'll be alright, tell me what happened."
"You don't need-"
"Yes, I do need to. I need to know what I've gotten myself into. I don't regret helping, but I need to know if someone's coming after me for it."
You are a cabdriver. But you don’t drive any cab, you drive The Herocab, a cab that any superhero can call if they need to be somewhere urgently. Today you were called, only to find the hero a bloody mess on the ground and a villain, the hero’s phone in hand, standing over them.
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Prologue
On patrol, Ayodele regretted volunteering at the hospital so late the night before. The doctors and nurses had urged her to leave early and rest, but she ignored them, and now she was paying the price.
Still better than being alone.
Yawning, she turned the corner, finally doubling back on her route through her and her partner’s sector. It had been pretty quiet, no big emergencies or catastrophes; it seemed most of the small time villains were in jail and Amethyst was busy planning their next attack. In the meantime though, patrol was pretty boring, which was actually an improvement from the usual agony. Her partner, TK, had graciously decided that she could patrol by herself, so she wouldn't be in his shadow (ego much?). While annoyed he was shirking duty, Del didn’t have to put up with him sidlining her, and for that she was grateful. It was nice to actually help people for once, despite it being in her job description as a Hero.
Her musings about a quiet patrol were interrupted by something decidedly not quiet: a young boy’s cry of joy as he ran down the street. He bumped into her, apologized, and continued running, seemingly away from a parental figure that did not appear to enjoy the game.
Del had turned to watch the boy as he ran away, but as she was about to turn back she saw him dart around a large group of people blocking the sidewalk.
Around them and straight into oncoming traffic.
Barely registering the adults’ alarm around her, or in fact her own actions, Del dove after the boy, grabbed his arm and snatched him back from the street. She cradeled him protectively and checked for injuries until the adult who had ben chasing him caught up and began frantically checking the boy themselves.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” the man asked.
The boy thought for a moment, before replying, “Yes and no.”
“What does that mean?!” the man prompted, worry not soothed in the slightest.
“Yes I’m okay, and no I’m not hurt!” was the bright response he got.
Sighing, the man finally calmed, and rose to his feet from the crouched position he had taken to better study the boy. “Okay smart-alec. Thanks for the clarification,” he added with a genuine smile, before turning to Del.
“And thank you Hero, for saving him. I don’t know what I would have done if…” he trailed off, to afraid to even voice the possibility.
A deep breath, then drawing on the Soothing Civilians training she had been forced into, “It’s okay, you don’t have to know, because it didn’t happen. And I’m glad I could help, I’d hate to see such a cute kid get hurt.” She directed the last sentence at the boy, hoping to get a rise out of him to gague how shaken he was. And it worked, apparently he wasn’t too shaken because-
“I’m not cute! I’m handsome!”
Yeah, that.
“Oh! Of course, my apologies, and what is the handsome boy’s name?” Del kneeled down to speak more directly to him.
Puffing up with a proud smile, he said “I’m Rusty! And I’m six years old!”
The man (his father?) gave a fond smile, “His birthday was a few days ago, and he’s very excited to tell everyone about it.”
“Of course, Uncle, everybody needs to know that I’m not a little kid anymore” he nodded sagely.
Ah, so the man was his uncle then.
Well, it’s time to finish the patrol, she should probably try to get back early to write reports and still have time to visit the hospital before attempting to get some sleep. Saying as much to the duo, Del resumed her patrol and hurried back to headquarters.
#first draft#i finished a thing!!#it's awful but it's done#Collateral Damage#prologue#original story#creative writing
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She releases the boy, checks to make sure he’s still got his eyes closed, and makes her way back to the man. Deciding to make sure he’s alive before expending energy on his legs, she rolls him over and– …
He’s gone. Wide glassy eyes and a blank expression, she suspects broken ribs punctured one or both of his lungs. He’s been dead for a few minutes. She failed. She had gotten here in time, but because she wasn’t strong enough to move the rubble, because she couldn’t figure out what was wrong, she let someone die.
Now for the worst part. Figuring out who he was and who she has to tell that he’s not coming home. She searches his pockets in a daze, and finds a wallet. Opening it up she finds an ID with the name Frank Becker, and a photo of a little boy. A little boy that looks awfully familiar.
No. Oh no. No no no no no no no.
She flips the picture over, looking for any notes, anything to prove her wrong. She finds a name and a date from a few weeks prior on the back.
“Hey… what’s your name kid?” She tries to keep the dread from shaking her voice.
“Rusty,” the boy said, still a bit quiet.
The shaking has made its way to her hand now, but she can still read the name carefully, lovingly written on the photo:
Russel (Rusty) Becker
She had just let the boy’s Uncle die.
#cw death#fictional death#collateral damage#cuts#it doesn't fit with the story anymore but I still like it#nice and dramatic#you don't get any other info though#just in case I actually write it for some reason#someday#creative writing#writeblr
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I keep reblogging/posting on the wrong account. Why did I do this to myself
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"Friendliness Training"
Written by Ka'hop Arczon
Any human who wishes to travel the stars (legally) must first participate in and pass "Friendliness Training". We were led to believe this is not the official name of the program, but every human we interviewed refused to call it anything else.
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As you may know, humans are deathworld predators, incredibly dangerous with a love of chaos, and as such possess many behaviors terrifying to other species. However, they are aware of this and how it affects their relationships with other species and seem to actively work against their societal norms and natural instincts to make others comfortable. Further proof of humans' compassion and the strength of their interspecies pack bonding, though that is not the point of this article.
To ensure that no human causes a diplomatic disaster and can work calmly and effectively with other species, the human governments agreed to have a standardized course and test that all space-faring humans must pass: the so-called "Friendliness Training". Through this training, humans learn to suppress some of their more threatening behaviors such as "smiling", the bearing of teeth that can mean anything from joy to malicious intent, and is very difficult for other species to correctly interpret. Until first contact with humans, the bearing of teeth was considered a universal sign of hostility, and this perception is not easily changed, as it is ingrained in many species' instincts.
At any rate, the universe can rest assured that humans are aware of their unintentionally threatening behaviors, and are voluntarily undergoing training to put those around them at ease.
#humans are space orcs#humans are deathworlders#fake article#haso writing#this kinda got away from me#it was supposed to be a short thing about the program#it's very much not#fun fact I originally thought of it as an ad or notice to humans#but a PSA/article for aliens was much more fun to write#also yeah the bit about the name is because I couldn't think of anything better
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"Hello," fae said softly, "What are you doing over here all by yourself?" Fae seemed to notice something. "No one has brought you any flowers…" fae said, and glanced toward the bouquet in faer own hand, "Here, you can have these. Oh, but don't worry, you're not taking them from anyone else. I… don't actually have anyone to give them to. Well, really, I do, but I don't know how to find them. I was kind of hoping I'd find something familiar here, but… I don't know any of these people. Anyway, you're not alone anymore, and I hope you like the flowers." fae sat down, setting the bouquet down next to faerself. "I found these beautiful roses, coral roses, I think they're called, and the bluebells and freesia to add variety. I'm not good at picking complementary colors and such, so maybe it could be better, but I think it's pretty, don't you?"
Fae looked down toward the gravestone with a somber expression, “‘** ***’? I guess that’s your name. ‘Dedicated Botanist’, huh. No ‘Beloved parent, sibling, child, or friend’. You must not have had many attachments in life.”
Fae looked up at the ghost with a smile, “But I bet you could tell me about these flowers and if I picked good ones, huh **.”
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feel free to use this as a prompt, as long as credit is given. It was written so any characters could be inserted
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As Andrei set up a charity, he laughed. It was more of a publicity stunt than anything else, as no one in their right mind would actually donate to it. The site was very clear that all proceeds would go towards weapons of mass destruction or his pockets. It also explained that the weapons would be used for the destruction of public property, minus hospitals and beloved landmarks, but they don’t know that.
Hence the shock when only hours later the charity had raised several hundred thousand dollars.
He supposed mentioning his intent to attack the system could have appealed to a few people, but certainly not enough to raise this amount in such a short time. He was branded as a villain after all, by the (so-called) heroes and himself, and people were generally not inclined to support villains. Though the system was corrupt, and maybe the public was finally opening their eyes to it.
Still, the amount was staggering. Andrei was surprised, and perhaps a bit concerned for the public’s mental state. (If some of the money ended up in reputable hospitals and private practices that provided free/affordable healthcare, well, no one could possibly know where it came from.)
You, a villain, have decided to create a charity in order to support your latest villainous scheme. You were completely honest about the purpose of the charity and where the money will go, which is why you are surprised and a little disturbed that the public supports your charity so readily.
#writing prompt#writeblr#original character#Andrei#I have a whole story for this boy called#collateral damage#this is not officially part of it but made so much sense#he would totally do this#the rest of this is just random details about him#btw by “pockets” he means paying subordinates and running a private clinic for them#a little will go to lair renovations bc he's dramatic but not much#but he can't let the public know he takes care of his people bc he's got a reputation to uphold#it's kinda a lie though#he's a sweetheart#but shhh don't tell anyone#as far as you know he's big bad suave calm cool and collected evil dude that destroys buildings for fun#and the fact that they're always empty when he attacks is a funny coincidence
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