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writersbeware · 2 years
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An Authority Figure Interferes
An Authority Figure Interferes
            We’ve all experienced authorities who get in the way. A supervisor gives us an assignment to complete on your own, then hovers and interferes. A police officer who follows you everywhere as if you are a criminal. A parent who refuses to let you grow up. A teacher who is a jerk, calling you insulting names.             How you handle these people says a lot about you. Definitely about…
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marsuro · 1 year
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Weretiger Zoro unwillingly transforming in the middle of dinner or smth lmao
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Right in front of my salad?
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yonemurishiroku · 1 year
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Will has something on his face so Nico nudged him and gestured to his own cheek as a sign.
And somehow Will beams brightly at him and before Nico can question, a kiss is pressed on his cheek.
Will thought he wanted kiss.
Well, Nico isn’t complaining.
Edit: now available with a fanfic in the reblogs
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arbiterlexultionis · 7 months
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Poltergeist
So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.
So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.
For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.
I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.
When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.
If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.
Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.
1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.
2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”
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rivenantiqnerd · 2 months
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Academic Rivals To Lovers Prompts
Holding hands during a moment of high tension, ex. getting final results (especially if B is surprised, like gjfmdnxn)
2. Congratulating the other on getting a higher score instead of being spiteful (and then realizing it and wondering why)
3. Asking each other how they’re so smart/got that grade and actually listening to their response
4. Working in a project together, ofc, and being surprised when they work well as a team
5. ^“Working with you is so much easier than working against you.”
6. Talking about their plans for the future - academically (but then maybe about their plans for other things?)
7. Being really, really sad when one drops out of a competition or shared class (this happened to me but especially if they can’t figure out why - they should be happy the competition’s gone, right?)
8. Getting each other’s phone numbers - for notes. Of course (But why is B’s heart beating so quickly?)
9. Both secretly liking each other but not knowing the feeling is reciprocated so they keep up the act
(based on a true story)
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Person A: “Did you steal one of the neighbour’s garden gnomes again? They’ve been standing out there glaring at them suspiciously for the past half hour.”
Person B: “Nah, I got bored of that months ago. I’ve actually been adding new ones to their collection every few days for a couple of weeks now. I was wondering how long it would take them to figure it out.”
Person A: “....You’re a menace to society.”
Person B: “Thank you, I try.”
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zensations35 · 1 year
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A and B are on some form of public transportation--the kind where you have to stand and hold poles. Being vague here bc they're called different things in different places. But anyway.
A is very sneezy, allergies all the time, etc.
B is very anxious and being so cramped in a crowded place is triggering a panic attack.
A puts their arm around B, holding them close, protecting them from the push of bodies. A grabs the pole and holds both for dear life, bc this ride is choppy.
But A starts to get itchy. They attempt to scrub their nose in their shoulder, twist their face, stretch their nostrils, anything to fight off a sneeze. But it doesn't work. And it's just so crowded. If they sneeze, it's going to get someone wet, because both of their hands/arms are occupied.
The only solution is to sneeze down, aiming for their chest. But B is in the way. Maybe they'll understand if it...hhhhh...
HXSSHHHH-ieeeuuu!
Oh shit, A missed and accidentally sprayed B's neck. They try to apologize, but ehhh their voice keeps hhhitching and they c-can't
EIIZZZHHH!-EH!!
Their whole body vibrates, clenching their arm so B is pulled closer to them, and, whoops. Their nose gets smushed into B's neck. A is wracked with sneezes they can't stop ramming into B's neck.
Finally, the fit is over, and A is dizzy, swaying so that B has to hold them upright. But B's legs are jelly and it's so difficult to even focus.
Because B is fet, and that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to them EVER.
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kaos-al-escribir · 1 year
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Prompt #18
The hero and his sidekick enter the warehouse where they believe the criminal may have been hiding. They are tired of searching, and both want to go home.
"Marco!" shouts the hero to lighten the mood.
"Very funny. However, the criminal isn't dumb enough to fall-"
"Polo!" Resounds an unfamiliar voice across the warehouse. "Oh, shit."
[Prompt based on true events.]
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cookierin-simp · 1 year
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My lecturer literally read my short story (for exam) and said:
"You're a good writer, I really enjoyed all of your writing so far"
Well sir, I thanked the world of creating smuts and being delusional for my skills
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gabessquishytum · 4 months
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New favourite fic prompt: "a guy I had sex with twice 5 years ago just endorsed me on LinkedIn."
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corwynnasmith · 1 month
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Writing I'd like to read prompt # 3:
You always had scary dreams and you have tried all kinds of things to fix them but nothing seems to work.
One day you try a lucid dreaming meditation and for once, you don't remember your dreams.
But you wake up with dirt under your fingernails.
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True story bro; this prompt is just what happened to me a week ago lmfao but I usually have dirt under my nails, just couldn't remember why this time ✨
explícamelo, por favor ✨
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writersbeware · 2 years
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Pivotal Point
            Do you remember a time when something occurred that altered your life? Perhaps it was a move cross-country or changing your major in college. It might have been falling in love when you had no intention of ever marrying. Maybe you got what you thought was the job of your dreams only to find out that you found it so boring that you hated going to work.             When something…
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accio-sriracha · 5 months
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Accidental Enemies to Lovers Trope??
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So I was reminiscing about old high-school drama with my brother and his partner today when I remembered something absolutley wild about my sophomore year.
I had just gotten dumped by my girlfriend at the time for a guy who I thought was kind of a jerk (totally NOT just jealousy talking) and I was absolutely fuming about it. I considered him my enemy from that day forward. He was happy to reciprocate, hating me almost as much.
I'm talking glaring contests, showing off (I was better at P.E. so this worked in my favor), muttering things and bumping shoulders in the hall, ALL the usual fuck-you's to the new boyfriend.
He and I shared a few classes together even though he was a year older. Y'know, gym, theater, things like that.
And one day, about a week after the break up/them getting together, some of the guys from my class are talking to me about him and one of them makes a low blow and dead names him.
(He's trans, I would eventually turn out to be but wasn't out at the time)
So I went off on him, it's not cool to make fun of someone like that no matter how much you hate them. (And I did, I truly hated the guy)
I made a point to correct them and use his name and pronouns, making sure they understood he needed the same respect any other trans person deserved.
And then (I bet you can guess where this is going) I turn around and...
It's him.
Alex. Bane of my existence. Literal thorn in my side. The man I wished would be eradicated off the face of the planet.
Staring at me.
He'd heard every word I'd said of course, especially the parts where I over the top demanded they respect him, I'm sure.
I don't remember the event completely, it's been a while, but he'd said something along the lines of:
"I thought you hated me."
And I'd replied with something along the lines of:
"I do."
And he replied with something alo- y'know what you get the picture.
"Then why are you suddenly being kind to me?"
"The kindness wasn't for you, asshole. Nobody deserves to be treated like that."
And I'm sure I looked as pissed off as I felt (I was pretty bad at containing things back then)
I really was angry, he wasn't supposed to see it. It wasn't for him! I had very much wished I had never met him! The kindness was for trans PEOPLE, not HIM, a singular trans PERSON.
But he got all weird and mumbled a thank you anyways.
And from that moment, he stopped glaring at me.
I still glared at him of course.
But he never glared back.
Something about the fact that my anger had only risen after that event amused him, I never found out why.
He always had that look on his face, the superior (arrogant, stupid, cocky, abrasive, I could go on for a while) look on his face that said "You'll understand when you're older"
I hated that look.
But his smug smirk turned into fond smiles.
And I was SURE he was messing with me.
And now... well now I'm a writer.
And dear god...
I think I may have had a mild to moderate crush on the bastard who stole my girlfriend.
And I think he knew.
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And now I shall be incorporating this exact trope in at least two works because as much as I hate to admit it
(Really REALLY hate to admit it)
It's actually kinda cute.
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stealingyourbones · 1 year
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Scott Free was supposed to be having just a normal day with his wife, a nice calm picnic in an isolated area so they wouldn't be bothered. They were supposed to eat together and relax and not worry about a damn thing! But that plan vanished as a stranger appeared and said, "Scott Free. I have a deal for you. How would you like to never have to worry about anything to do with Darkside ever again?"
That is how the conversation started and I ended with Scott and his wife thinking about about dangerous bargin the stranger had offered. Darkside would die, permanently. Done by the hands of someone who owed the stranger a favor. The man gave no details on the other person or how they could possibly do it, but in exchange for this he needed a debt. His exact words were, "I shall call upon you for a favor at a later time. Your task will be clear when the time and place is correct." And he refused to give any more details and told them they had 24 hours to decide.
They both agreed it was incredibly Sketchy at best. But... if this person truly knew a way to kill Darkside forever? Could they throw away that chance? This is a once in a life time opportunity but... what of the favor the stranger requested?
After exactly 24 hours the one eyed man came back and asked them their decision. Scott gave a nod and simply said, "yes. Kill Darkside and I will be in your debt." The Stanger grinned and held out his hand for a shake to make it official. Scott yelped and pulled his hand back when something pricked his palm and the stranger shows a single drop of blood on their palm as they say, "a pact sealed in blood. I will be back for you soon."
A week later Danny beats Darkside in single combat, forced to kill the Dark God in order to survive. From his perch, Clockwork gets ready to swoop in, knowing that what awaits Danny on the other side of the portal home is a large number of GIW agents and his parents. Normally it wouldn't be to big of a problem but he did just finish a fist fight with Darkside.
Time freezes as the injured Boy King is forced to retreat into his core due to his massive number of injuries. Gently plucking the core from the air, Clockwork puts on his human disguise and goes to cash in a debt he created with an escape artist one week prior.
After all, Danny needs someone to protect his core until he can reform and after that he will need new parents who can help him understand his new task of ruling both the ghost zone and a hell planet.
Danny getting crazy literal God parents. I love this sm
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gallawitchxx · 10 months
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🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨
part 10 for @galladrabbles "truce" by @gardenerian
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He watches Gallagher’s eyes snap to the money. It’s today’s fee returned, plus a little extra; whatever else was in Mickey’s pocket now collateral for his cowardice. 
But he doesn’t take it. He doesn’t move at all.
“You fuckin’ deaf or somethin’?” Mickey shouts. Agitated. “In case you didn’t notice, we’re done here.”
Gallagher looks up. Stares straight into his goddamn soul. It’s terrifying—electrifying—and doesn’t hold a candle to the turmoil that rolls through him when that contact is suddenly gone, his gaze dropping to Mickey’s lips.
He fixates like he thinks they’ve already agreed to a truce.
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the-hushed-one · 11 months
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You're up in the middle of the night, thinking. Thinking what you'd be doing right now if you did not throw your happiness away a few nights ago. You wonder what went inside your mind which made your perfect life look meaningless. Your greed of wanting more and more left you with none. A part of you just wants to beg them to take you back. How could you be so foolish by sabotaging your own happiness. Ego comes in the way and you try to find happiness somewhere else. Trying to make new friends, new rebounds, but nothing could ever replace the memories of them you had in your heart. You wonder if they ever ponder upon the possibility of you reuniting and living happily ever after just like you two planned. All your dreams and wishes came true, but their presence is not there with you anymore. You realize how all these achievements, fame and money lost its meaning now that they're gone. You pray to God, the universe and the holy angels, hoping they'll hear you out and a miracle of love would shine upon you and them. Till then, you try to simply live your meaningless life for the hope of it all.
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