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Demons Dialogue

"Have you ever thought about selling your soul? It's beautiful."

"I'm a demon. I'm bad and evil and cunning, and looking oh so good while doing it."

"Don't ask me if it hurt when I feel from heaven. It did and I will never forgive him for that."

"Urgh, your soul is so pure, I want to corrupt it."

"Demonslayer? What a fun little name for a mortal being shaking in their boots right now."

"I don't want what's best for humanity. I want what's best for me, and sometimes those things are the same. Doesn't mean I'm good."

"You know those crosses just work on vampires, right?"

"Ouch! Why the hell would you put holy water in a water gun? That's rude!"

"Seriously, have you ever actually read the bible?"

"The bad side isn't that bad. We are our own boss here."

"I'm your emotional support demon. Having difficulties making decisions? I'm always there to steer you in the wrong direction."

"Of course I still have wings. And I'm taking good care of them, so don't even think about touching them with your dirty little fingers."

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"Yeah, and it's super cute and silly until the spunky little sidekick dies because they think they're grown up enough to handle the job I've spent the last 20 years struggling with. Not. Happening."

Writing Prompt #2923

"Come on! Everyone needs a spunky little sidekick!"

"Yeah, and it's super cute and silly until the spunky little sidekick dies because they think they're grown up enough to handle the job I've spent the last 20 years doing. Not. Happening."

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something something having a werewolf’s pups and they grow up protective of their human mom in a world of monsters

man maybe i just make a werewolf oc at this point

when whumper is untouchable

powerful. a king, a general, a noble. they have the world’s resources at their fingertips 

beloved. rich, connected, influential. adoring fans who will rip you to shreds if you say a word against them

superpowered. hyper-intelligent, massively destructive, or a mind controller. the game is just too easy for them

an unstoppable force. a giant, a dragon, a god. an army couldn’t stop them. what are you going to do?

when the odds are stacked against you and you know it won’t be over until one of you is dead

Hey! Have loved your writing for over two years now it's so good :) I was wondering if you could do an MLM story with one hero and one villain? Maybe a hero who's teasing towards the villain and the villain is more shy with his advances but secretly loves it? (Maybe with ✨cuffs✨ too)

Only if you have time tho :)))

"So, you've got me cuffed," the hero said, voice low and velvet. "Captured. Caught. What now?"

The villain blinked at them.

"I mean," the hero said. "You could do anything to me. Take advantage. Torment me in all manner of ways."

"You think I'd take advantage of you!? Just because our goals conflict doesn't mean I'd-"

"-Oh, Jesus Christ." The hero slumped, where he'd been spreading his legs suggestively, looking helpless in a chair. He looked like he had a headache building. "Are you into me or not?"

The villain stared at him. If the universe could manifest a buffering icon, it would have.

"I'm literally spread out on as close to a silver plate as I can get," the hero said, exasperated. "See the deliberate pop of two buttons on my shirt. What more do you want?! Seriously?!"

"You...want me to take advantage of you?"

"Was that not spectacularly obvious?"

"No!" The villain's face burned. "I mean - I don't like to assume, okay!"

"Why do you think I let you cuff me?"

"Let-" The villain spluttered. His gaze raked up and down the hero. "I don't think let is-"

The hero broke and slipped free of the cuffs.

The villain froze.

The hero pushed himself to his feet, taking a step closer.

The villain swallowed. His breathing picked up shallow, eyes going dark.

"Let," the hero said, dragging his finger pointedly down the villain's chest. "So are you going to push me back in that chair now or did I completely misread you?"

"I - uh - you really want me to?"

"Oh my god."

"Just - say it. Please."

"Yes. Bloody hell, yes. For god's sake. You-" The hero looked at the villain, somewhere between infuriated and fond. "Yes."

The villain nodded to himself. He far too obviously plucked up his courage, then gave the hero a gentle shove. It wasn't really enough to move a kitten so much as a superhero, but the hero obligingly sat down like they'd been felled by some unstoppable force.

"Oh no," the hero said. "I'm at your mercy. Whatever might you do."

"Oh, shut up." The villain's face burned even more. "You're mocking me."

"Am not. Make me, killer."

"Don't call me that. For god's sake. You're so-" The villain clasped the hero's face and kissed him. The hero tried very hard not to grin against the villain's lips. Triumphant. He suspected he grinned giddy all the same.

"Good," the hero purred, when they broke apart. "Now..."

"Now you shut up," the villain said, only stammering a little. "If you're not going to - er - if you won't give me the information I want! Then I'll have to, um, get it some other way."

The hero's eyes lit up. "There's my boy."

"You're supposed to be terrified. Overcome."

"Oh no. What are you going to do!?" The hero widened his eyes. "I'll never tell you anything!"

The villain rolled his eyes, but kissed the hero bashfully all the same.

"You're such a dick."

"Don't make me beg. We both know you wouldn't know what to do."

"Oh, screw you."

"I mean, hopefully..."

The villain grabbed the hero again, and kissed them a little harder, more claiming. He found some more cuffs.

It all went a little better after that.

Your parents listed Hades as your godfather as a joke, That would not be an issue if it were not for the 3-headed puppy delivered to your doorstep by Persephone and Hades themselves, planning to protect you from the Olympian’s shenanigans due to Zeus’ bulldickery

I just think people write out of obligation too often.

"How do I motivate myself to write through the boring part of my story?"

"How do I make this boring scene not boring?"

Don't write it.

Don't write boring things just because you think the structure of the story demands it. I promise it doesn't need to be there.

If your characters need to have gone shopping for a later part of the story to make sense you can just have a sentence about how they went shopping and move on.

You are not obligated to write the boring parts. No matter what those parts are.

You are not obligated to make the parts of your story that you're not excited to write interesting somehow.

You can just write the fun and interesting parts and gloss over and summarize boring things.

Your audience will thank you and you will thank yourself.

Firefighter/Police AUs

Person A is an infamous detective, just downgraded to a patrol cop and Person B is fresh out of the academy and ready for their first partner.

Some of the cases are hard to bear and Person A knows how lucky they are to have Person B by their side to talk things through.

They are both undercover cops, trying to arrest the other one after a misunderstanding.

As partners they need to trust each other to always have each other’s back. So, there can’t be any secrets between them.

Their sparring matches were legendary at the police academy and even now with their different shifts, they still try to train together every once in a while.

Person A and Person B are trained for undercover operations, which means that when they have to move in a suburban area together posing as a married couple for months, they’ll be nothing but professional.

They always knew that they had a dangerous job. But when Person A gets held hostage by a fugitive, their partner, Person B, will do everything to get them home save.

After suffering an injury during work that took them out for a couple months, Person A is finally back at work and eager to get back out, but Person B is still worried about them and wants them to take it easy.

Person A and Person B are first responders to a break-in at a lab. It soon becomes clear that nothing was stolen and that the intruder set free a dangerous virus, which leads to a lockdown and all parties involved are isolated from the rest of the world.

When Person A gets the call and arrives at the crime scene, they never thought they would see Person B there, huddled in blankets.

The house was booby trapped and went up in flames after the police officers entered the building. The firefighters must get the fire under control to save the officers trapped inside.

After a case hits too close to home for Person B, Person A takes their partner home with them to keep an eye on them.

Person A is a firefighter and Person B is a police officer. They just started dating and they decide it’s still too new to tell everyone, including their colleagues. They hadn’t thought about how to awkward it would be to hide their relationship, when they both get called to an accident.

They are both firefighters and Person A’s patience with Person B is starting to get thin. Person B would be an excellent firefighter and their protectiveness regarding crewmates and civilians is admirable, but they keep taking unnecessary risks and this needs to stop.

Being a firefighter involves a lot of fast thinking and moving and lots of adrenaline-filled hours. But it also involves downtime at the station, just waiting for the next call.

They have to shower after each of their firefighting operations and Person A keeps catching Person B half-naked so often, that they ask themself if Person B is either an exhibitionist in general or if they specifically want Person A to see them.

There has always been a friendly rivalry between the local police and fire department and every year they come together to fight it out – on the football field. With a celebratory BBQ afterwards.

When a terrorist threatens to blow up a random building down town if their demands are not met, it’s a race against the clock for the security forces to stop the attack.

It’s time again for the annual calendar photoshoot and there is a lot of good-natured teasing going on between the firefighters.

There is a widespread emergency after a natural disaster hit the city and everyone is needed to bring order into the chaos and to save as many lives as possible.

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why is biopunk only ever used as horror? Where’s the biopunk equivalent of cyberpunk edgerunners? Give me a Sci fi setting with dungeon meshi style chimeric modifications as a primary worldbuilding mechanic.

extra arms, giant monster body from the waist down… go to a sketchy grafting parlor and get some budget bioelectricity organs that give you Lichtenberg burns every time you use them. Give me a character that wears a mask for half the story and then reveals that they’ve got three rows of teeth, six tongues, and heavily paralytic saliva.

I don’t know, maybe Tumblr User Heron Knight Georg, who repeatedly fantasizes about molting like a cicada, gets gender envy from bloodborne bosses, and thinks that the Bone Turner’s Tale would be the perfect summer read, is an outlier and should not have been counted, but I know what website I’m on. I know just how gender affirming having six arms or feathers instead of body hair would be for most of the people here.

I think there’s some potential here if biopunk is used for more than scorn-level H.R Giger dystopian shenanigans. Give me biopunk 2077.