hey ya! Ok, so basically I need your help as to how start my story. I know thats very subjective, but whatever you come up with will still be wayyy better than what I got, which is *nada*. I wanted it to start with a spar between a young girl, who isnt great with swords but act like she is, and her moody teacher who feels like he is too good to be teaching such a “spoiled brat”.

Hey! @smolkitsuneposts donated a prompt! Thank you fren ❤

-“Your stance is weak,” he drolled, easily blocking his student’s side-slash, “and your wrists are too loose." 

 "This stance is most comfortable for me,” she snapped, though she corrected her sloppy footwork.

 "Have you even been practicing your slashes outside of my classes?“ he easily sidestepped the thrust of her blade,sliding his own down the screeching metal. 

 "A bit,” she panted, “but I’ve also been teaching myself some new moves." 

"Then why am I even bothering to teach you-” with the flick of his wrist, his blade sent hers flying out of her hand, “-if you are not willing to learn?" 

here’s some more!

-He never praised her. He called her weak, and stupid, he’d send her into the dirt, he’d criticise everything from her shaky knees to her limp wrist, but he never praised her. Ever. So why should she bother to do what he says?

-The first time she ever landed a blow on him, he tossed her to the ground and pointed the edge of his sword against her throat. Maybe there’s potential here. Maybe.

But he didn’t care for the wetness in her eyes and sneered instead of instructed. She was too cocky to learn, and too weak to teach.

-”Again.” She snapped.

“You’re not ready.”


Maybe if he broke something, she’d stay down and realize how far she still needs to go.

– She was going to be glorious one day, and she knew it. It seemed like only she knew it, her poncy teacher skipping out as often as she could drag him in, and self study always got interrupted by someone laughing at her gawky stance or wide slashes. But she was learning- she was good. She was going to be good, teacher or no.

Hope these work as starters for you!! Good luck!! Let me know if you’d like some more


“You were supposed to stop me!” The villain cried, cradling the hero’s lifeless body. “You were supposed to save the day! You had everything you needed to bring me down! So why,” Xe choked, “Why am I still here? What went wrong?” Xer voice trembled as tears began to fall. “Please, wake up! I can’t do this alone.”

now this is the Good Shit

Here’s a challenge: write the most badass prompt you can think of

all of my prompts are badass what do you mean

The hero laughed maniacally, coiling magic like spiderwebs around xir fingers. Even just looking at the magick made a chill run down the sidekicks spine, and ze knew that whatever was happening, whatever was wrong, it would kill them all.

Shit.” ze swore, found zir footing, and gazed at the hero. This might be goodbye, ze knew, but ze knew xe would rather be dead than the monster the villain was turning them into.

“I’ll never hurt you.” whispers the antagonist, pressing a light kiss to the hero’s lips. The hero sobs, struggling in xir soft bonds, unable to even move in this gilded cage. It’d be better if you did xe thinks hysterically, gnawing frantically and the pliable bit lodged between xir teeth.

The antagonist smiles, running zir fingers down xir face “You’ll see. You’re safe here.”

“What do you mean, you don’t love me? You must love me!“ 

"I do not.” Control tapped xir foot impatiently and sighed. “This is not a family. We are not your parents.”

The experiment looked wildly around the room, eyes wide in shock and pain. “But… you love me, Doctor, don’t you?" 

The doctor flinched and looked at the ground. "No,” xe lied, quietly.

give me a scene and three different genres and I’ll write a scene with my characters. I usually write fantasy and thriller

oohhh uhm

The setting is in one of the characters bedrooms! The genres are eldritch horror, dystopia, and slice of life.

Xe grasped the stranger by the throat, little rivulets of blood oozing out and down zir throat “Who are you and why are you following us?”

“I- I- I don’t kno- ow- know what you me- mean?” ze gasped out, legs kicking uselessly. It was horrifying to watch.

[X] sighed, and calmy popped out one of the strangers eyes, brings the clawed tps of xir gloves down zir faces, shredding it casually. “You have me mistaken for someone a lot kinder. Why are you following us.”

To be fair, [X] looked kind. [Z] felt eir stomach roll in disgust at the sudden change in mood.