Prompt 7

Prompt 7

This being must have been at least 9ft tall, a body like a jaguar but scales like a snake and looked like neither. The scientist was starting to deeply regret choosing the one experimental journey that meant leaving their planet, leaving their solar system.

The being was prowling closer yet the scientist couldn’t seem to make their feet move beneath them. As what could only be described as a snout began to push against their sides shoving itself into the scientists coat pocket. With trembling hands they pulled out the contents of their pocket. Three skittles. One red and two yellow to be precise.

The being delighted in poking out its green tongue? And liking all of the skittles off of the scientist’s hand before swallowing them whole.

The scientist chuckled to themselves. “Gotta sweet tooth huh?” Th being let out something that could be described as a horses neigh before bolting off into the dense jungle like atmosphere.

The scientist stood there staring at where the being had run leaving trampled bushes and snapped twigs in its wake. “Yea,” the said to themselves. “Definitely a sweet tooth… never though I’d have something in common with an extra terrestrial.”  

I have All the Young Dudes sitting open on a tab on my ipad but I feel so scared to start it. Like it’s a full on commitment and I don’t think I’m ready. It’s also hella intimidating. I’ve read Only the Brave and I’ve read Art Heist Baby! But this the ONE you know. This is like millions of people canon events of what happens to these wizards from the 1970s and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this decision.

P.S. More people should read Only the Brave.

corrective action

Prompt 2

“Please tell me you have an absolutely show-stopping, last minute, brilliant back up plan that your about to pull out of your pocket.” Villain’s Sidekick pleas.

Almost the entirety of the Hero League is charging at them, weapons ready to slice their two defenceless opponents. 

“yea… RUN!!!!!”

Prompt 8

A sad song was playing on the radio, a song you cried to not a song you danced to your lover with. But they didn’t care.

Years and years of fighting. Fighting for the world. Fighting for themselves. Fighting for each other.

So get fucked if you think you can tell them which songs they can and can’t dance to.

When you read ‘Art Heist Baby!’ And don’t see the major character death’ tag.