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Alrighty, here’s your writing prompt:

You are a biblically accurate angel, but you don’t know your weird looking and people are scared of you, so when god tells you to go get a person from earth and when you actually find them, their scared of you and you don’t know why.

Idea

BOWSER SINGING “Someone Gets Hurt” from the Mean Girls Musical. I do not make the rules

Imagine it.

Luigi is given a chance to escape, but he’s hesitant to go. With Mario there trying to rescue him but he’s battling his fear of what his brother will think if he finds out about his feelings for Bowser. In this moment though, Bowser appears and sees Mario trying to pull Luigi with him. He immediately sees what’s happening and feels this immense betrayal from the one he thought had come to love him. Song ensues. Could be great could be beautiful and gut wrenching and perfect!

TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS FOR FICS

these are all the songs I haven't done yet, if the one you want to request isn't here, please check my masterlist before requesting!

those in cursive are being written right now!!

TAYLOR SWIFT (12)

tim mcgraw, stay beautiful, picture to burn, teardrops on my guitar, cold as you, the outside, tied together with a smile, invisible, should've said no, a perfectly good heart, mary's song, a place in this world,

FEARLESS (14)

fifteen, breathe, white horse, jump then fall, come in with the rain, the other side of the door, you all over me, mr perfectly fine, that's when, don't you, bye bye baby, forever and always, tell me why, superstar,

SPEAK NOW (14)

sparks fly, speak now, long live, electric touch, when emma falls in love, i can see you, dear john, mean, the story of us, better than revenge, innocent, haunted, castles crumbling, foolish one,

RED (18)

state of grace, holy ground, message in a bottle, red, all too well, i almost do, the last time, sad beautiful tragic, the lucky one, begin again, come back...be here, girl at home, nothing new, babe, i bet you think about me, better man, run, everything has changed,

1989 (14)

new romantics, wildest dreams, wonderland, out of the woods, all you had to do was stay, i wish you would, bad blood, clean, say don't go, now that we don't talk, suburban legends, is it over now? welcome to new york, slut!,

REPUTATION (8)

...ready for it?, so it goes..., getaway car, dancing with our hands tied, this is why we can't have nice things, new year’s day, look what you made me do, dress,

LOVER (8)

all of the girls you loved before, cornelia street, death by a thousand cuts, me!, false god, the man, the archer, lover,

FOLKLORE (10)

the one, cardigan, the last great american dynasty, exile, mad woman, epiphany, betty, hoax, the lakes, this is me trying,

EVERMORE (10)

'tis the damn season, dorothea, cowboy like me, evermore, right where you left me, it's time to go, happiness, champagne problems, no body no crime, coney island,

MIDNIGHTS (13)

maroon, snow on the beach, paris, glitch, you're on your own kid, midnight rain, question...?, vigilante shit, bejeweled, the great war, dear reader, labyrinth, high infidelity,

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (27)

fortnight, the tortured poets department, down bad, so long london, but daddy i love him, florida!!!, guilty as sin?, who’s afraid of little old me?, i can do it with a broken heart, the smallest man who ever lived, clara bow, the albatross, chloe or sam or sophia or marcus, how did it end?, i hate it here, thank you aimee, i look in people’s windows, cassandra, the bolter, robin, the manuscript, fresh out the slammer!, peter, imgonnagetyouback, loml, my boy only breaks his favorite toys,

songs to write: 147

Prompt List

you can still ask for anything, but if you'd like you can now request imagines with these prompts (please not more than three at the same time)

"Don't follow me"

"you realise, that this was extremely stupid, right?"

"do you have to be such a know-it-all all the time?"

"its late, you should be asleep"

"don't act like I'm just some stranger"

"why are you crying?"

"do you wanna talk about it?"

"you are not the problem"

"stop pretending you're okay for a second, alright?"

"its just me, you can tell me"

"you know that I care about you, right?"

"you're crazy"

"stop acting like there's no one that cares about you. because that's simply not true"

"no one would care if I suddenly disappeared" - "I would"

"you're an idiot"

"of all people, you are in no position to criticise my life choices"

"so why did I have to punch this guy?"

"why are you always flirting in near death situations?"

"do you ever stop staring at me?" - no, not really"

"you always used to flirt in the most weird situations" - "yeah, but it got you to sleep with me, didn't it?"

A/N: these are all I have for now, there will be more added in the future :)

DP x DC Prompt

Here’s a thought. So, Danny ends up in the DC verse somehow. And somehow it comes out that Danny is the only hero back home. So the League is telling him how there are dozens of them, trying to be reassuring, like You’re not alone here.

And maybe others would feel that way. See all these heroes and be relieved. But Danny?

Danny is a hero because he has to be. Because no one else can defeat some of the enemies he regularly dealt with. He had to protect the people from ghosts and the ghosts from hunters. And he paid for it everyday. Lost time and sleep and grades. Relationships. His dreams.

His parents and the government want to destroy him. He had to listen to them call him a monster everyday. The town he bled for often blamed him. And he did it alone. Oh sure, his friends backed him up. But they were back up.

There might be bright spots but the hero life was largely a life of pain. But Danny did it anyway because what choice did he have? The world needed him to step up, so step up he did. And he gave it his all in the hope that no one else would have to.

So when Danny sees all of those heroes, it breaks his heart.

What happened to your world, he asks them, horrified. That it needs so many of you.

prompt #2

"You're not the person I texted for a whole year."

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am."

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prompt #3

"You turned him into a frog!"

"... Can we make sure he doesn't turn into a prince again? He actually looks better like this, more amicable, don't you think?"

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prompt #2

"You're not the person I texted for a whole year."

"Well, sorry to disappoint, but I am."

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Thank you, it's delightful! So sensual, emotional and altogether beatiful. And Gale is so Gale. I adore him, I love how you wrote him here.

It's me with Gale and food prompt again! (I'm not a native speaker of English, I took "food porn" too literally XD)

Well, Gale finds out Tav cannot cook. Like, at all. Tav is nervous, but Gale says it's alright, he can cook for both of them. He says: "I'll fill you with the most delicious meals" 😏

(I imagined it with AFAB Tav, so that "filling" could have double meaning, but you can make Tav anyone you like).

I hope it inspires you! 💜

You are getting married.

It’s truly sinking in now, as you lie sprawled on the large bed at the Elfsong tavern, the worries and horrors of the past few weeks no longer plaguing your mind.

You remember wishing it would happen someday, a long time ago, when you were nothing more than a little girl dreaming of pretty gowns and a handsome groom.

But that was in another lifetime — long before the tadpole, before the Absolute, before the chain of events that altered your life forever. Before Gale.

Gale. The handsome wizard with a silver tongue, a mind of steel, and a heart of gold. The man you fell in love with against your better judgment, against the gods, against the odds. The man now standing only a few feet away from you, trimming his beard in the tiny washroom to the side, his body bathed in the early morning light.

You let your eyes roam over his broad shoulders, the expanse of his back, his narrow waist, the curve of his backside, swathed in a light towel. It’s a sight you’ll never tire of, one that makes molten heat instantly pool between your thighs and leave you begging for more.

No matter that he’s already taken you this morning — slow, languid and sleepy. No matter that your body is still pleasantly sore from last night’s activities, from the way he revelled in your body for hours, wringing orgasm after orgasm from you, painstakingly thorough and precise. You always want him, a hunger that’s never sated.

For the first time in forever, you are happy. Truly happy. And perhaps Gale is too, if his soft, carefree humming is anything to go by. It’s a joyful, playful melody, made all the more pleasant by his warm baritone; however, it’s not a tune you recognise — a Waterdhavian song perhaps — and, suddenly, you are reminded that there is still so much that you don’t know about him. About each other.

It frightens you a bit, that there are things about yourself that Gale has not yet seen, aspects of your personality he has not yet experienced, flaws he may find too difficult to accept. He promised you forever, but would forever be short-lived, if he found you somewhat wanting?

It’s crushing, the weight of your love for him. The fear of losing him. It wraps around your heart and squeezes, taking the breath from your lungs. Suddenly your mind is spiralling out of control, as it did that first time before the Absolute, when he’d threatened to use the Orb and blow himself into oblivion, taking your heart along with him.

Your brain is flooded with all the things you fear he’ll find unsavoury, and part of you wishes to tell him straight away, to tear the bandage and be done with it. To set him free before he shackles himself to an unworthy partner, even if doing so means condemning yourself to a worthless life of misery and pain.

You have been so consumed by fear that you haven’t noticed the humming has stopped, and Gale is sitting on the bed beside you, regarding you with a worried expression.

“What is it, my love?”

“I was thinking,” you steady yourself, unsure of how to best approach the subject, “about the wedding.”

“Is it too soon?” You watch as the light disappears from his eyes, his frown lines deepening with every word. “Did I perhaps pressure you into accepting my offer? Because I would hate for you to feel that you had to say yes. I promise I won’t begrudge your decision if you choose to reconsider. Life with me can be… challenging. I am well aware of that fact.”

It hurts, that even after all this time — after all you have been through — he still thinks so little of himself, that his first thought would be one of rejection, that he seriously believes people’s lives would be better without him being in them.

“No! Gods, no,” you reassure him, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the ends of his hair, right where they curl up towards his ear. “I want to marry you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

“That’s a relief,” he sighs, the worry lines on his brow instantly softening. “What is it, then?”

“It’s just that we know so little about each other,” you admit, your voice small and faltering. “What if there is something about me you don’t like? Wouldn’t you want to find out before…”

Gale doesn’t need to hear the end of that sentence. He knows exactly what your words mean. He knows it all too well, an echo of his own fears. Before you make a mistake.

“What I know about you,” he interjects, “is that you are brave, and strong, and kind, and loyal to a fault. What I know about you is that you love without reservations, you always see the good in people, and you bring out the best in them. What I know about you is enough to make me love you in every world, in every reality, in every lifetime.”

He kisses you then, first your lips, then the tears that have started trickling unbidden down your cheeks. He will never cease to amaze you, this wonderful man, this poet you get to call your own.

“But there are so many things you are yet to discover about me…” You try to protest, but you know it’s pointless. The look of absolute determination on Gale’s face tells you that he won’t be persuaded.

“And we have a lifetime ahead of us to do exactly that,” he counters. “One new discovery for each day we spend together. Our knowledge of each other growing together with our love. A life lived in the pursuit of happiness, love, and acceptance. I can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of my days, if you ask me.”

His warm smile is infectious, and you find yourself once again grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of sharing your life with him, all doubts dissipated by his beautiful words.

“Can we start today?” you ask tentatively, eager to find out more about the man you’ve agreed to marry. “Tell me something about you.”

“Easy. I adore you.”

“Something I don’t already know, you silly man.”

“Very well… As a child, I used to be afraid of the dark. It’s what made me interested in illusory magic in the first place. Remember the Aurora Borealis I conjured for you that night on the road? It’s nothing more than a fancier, more elaborate version of what I used to create— rather crudely if I may add — in my old childhood bedroom. It brought me peace whenever I needed it the most, you see? I thought it would do the same for you.”

Your heart swells with love at the thought of a very young Gale, so adept at magic even at an early age, bending the Weave to his will, moulding it into a tool for banishing his nightmares. The very same Gale who quite literally hung the stars in the sky for you when everything around you was darkness and ruin.

What could you possibly tell him that could rival that? You may be the Hero of Baldur’s Gate, but the truth is that there has never been anything even remotely interesting about you.

“I can’t cook!” you blurt out, suddenly self-conscious, not only because it’s the truth, but also because it’s such a simple confession compared to the poetry of Gale’s own revelation.

“You… can’t cook,” Gale repeats, incredulous. “What, like, at all?”

“Honestly, I can’t even boil an egg,” you shrug as a nervous giggle escapes your lips. “I think you may have just bagged yourself Toril’s most useless bride. Congratulations.”

“Well, then I suppose it’s a good thing I’m a highly-skilled cook and can keep us both adequately sustained,” he winks. “Especially when I intend to make the most of my betrothed’s other talents as soon as we get home. I expect we’ll both work up quite an appetite.”

His fingers graze the exposed skin of your shoulder, and heat flares up in your core once again. Just like that. One touch and a few words — such is the effect he has on you.

“And would my betrothed like a reminder of those talents, perhaps?” you ask, straddling his hips with your still-naked body, caressing his torso with your hands. “You know, just to make sure that they can sufficiently make up for my abysmal lack of culinary skills?”

“Oh trust me, they do. But I suppose a reminder can’t hurt.” You feel him harden beneath you, that flimsy towel the only thing separating you from his solid length. “Besides, a good chef should always sample his food.”

A wicked grin spreads across his features as he darts two fingers down between your legs, trailing them sensuously through your folds and bringing them up to his mouth, sucking languidly.

“But would the chef like more than a meagre morsel?” you ask, hips grinding against his bulge. “I may not know much about cooking, but I know that some dishes should be sampled multiple times. You know, to ensure they are well and thoroughly cooked.”

He flips you onto your back then, throwing the damp towel onto the bedroom floor and whispering sultrily in your ear, “Believe me, my love, you’ll be screaming hot when I’m done with you. And I will never leave you un-sated, both in and out of the kitchen.”

His wet hot mouth covers the column of your neck as one hand trails lower, caressing your body with expert precision. “I will give you such delicacies to thoroughly tantalise your senses. I will broaden your palate with new and exciting flavours. I will fill you so thoroughly that you’ll never know what it is to hunger again.”

And then his clever mouth is on your breast and, for a while, he says no more.

So sorry it has taken me so long to respond, it’s been wild at work and I wanted to do your lovely prompt justice! It’s kinda taken on a life of its own, so I hope you like it 💜

𖤐 PROMPT LIST | ANGST, ONE 𖤐

⋆༺ in some instances, when a prompt is used, it won’t be exact to the one on the list. think of them as more of a guideline for the dialogue.

© leyleywrites

“that’s not fair and you know it!”

“so that’s it then?”

“all of this… for nothing?”

“you don’t know me.”

“you don’t get to say that!”

“get out of my face.”

“i’m begging you, please…”

“oh c’mon! you know better than that!”

“i can’t lose you, at least not like this.”

“this is me swallowing my pride and apologizing.”

“i can’t even look at you.”

“what are we even doing…”

“you cannot be serious right now.”

“this is gonna hurt, baby.”

“when were you going to tell me?”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i just… i don’t understand.”

“shhh, c’mere. it’s okay.”

“breathe with me. you’re doing so good.”

“i know it hurts…”

“stay with me, you got this.”

“stop, please, stop.”

“i can’t take anymore.”

“just shut up, please!”

“go on then, since you seem to know everything.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“so? it doesn’t even matter anymore!”

“you’re still hung up over that? it was ages ago!”

“you’re driving me crazy!”

“oh so i’m the bad guy? just because…”

“you’re not even listening to me!”

“get out of my house.”

“baby, please. five minutes is all i ask for.”

“you dismissed me, like you didn’t even know who i was!”

“this isn’t the you i fell in love with.”

“no, i’m done. i give up.”

“you won’t even admit you’re wrong!”

“you don’t get to play the pity game anymore!”

“suck it up.”

“wake up! this is reality, not some fantasy in your head!”

𖤐 PROMPT LISTS 𖤐

⋆༺ prompts, and suggestions

⋆༺ tag me if you use any of these, i’d love to read them!

© leyleywrites

ANGST, LIST ONE.

allergic reaction prompts

1. “Does this have (allergy) in it? I’m super allergic to (allergy.)”

2. “It’s getting hard to breathe.”

3. “What do you mean you don’t have an epi-pen on you?!”

4. Is it better to sit down or lie down?”

5. “Okay, just try to breathe, the ambulance is on its way.”

6. “Don’t just stand there, call 9-1-1 you idiot!”

7. “Are you sure there’s (allergy) in this? I feel fine...”

8. “Did he just pass out?! Is he breathing!?”

9. “He’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up in the hospital.”

10. “I have an epi-pen in here somewhere, I know I brought it...”

11. “Take off your shirt, I need to see if there are hives on your back and chest.”

12. “Is that a rash? What did you eat?”

13. “My mouth feels kinda weird. Like, furry. And my tongue is too big.”

14. “Oh god, I think i’m gonna throw up—“

15. “Have you ever been stung by a bee before?”

16. “Is anyone else really really itchy all of a sudden?”

17. “You have to lay down, it’ll help you breathe better.”

18. “Woah, the hives are all over your back now.”

19. “I barely know him. How was I supposed to know he was allergic to Penicillin.”

20. “I’ve never had (allergy) before. Honestly it might be my new favorite thing.”

A first meeting// knj

“I was just as entranced as any other…”

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: one shot, slight angst, art world, love at first sight?

word count: short af // just wanted to share a cute prompt.

warnings: falling deeper in love with Joon

summary: bored at the gallery until he walks in…

note: I had an idea yesterday to write something short with 6 random words i found in an app. It somehow went from a poem to this so I hope you enjoy this short snippet of temptation. I miss joon as always but more works coming soon, I’m just depressed and a bit manic xx. Have a listen to any of my playlists in bio while you read along. Enjoy.

He felt like a walking contradiction. The most diffident man somehow embodying confidence. Commanding attention as he steps into the room, the same way he purloined my heart. His perspicacious tendencies haunting my existence. Though alone in mind and body, not wishing to deal with the myopic minds of the perverted art world, I was just as entranced as any other. I stumbled nervously through the first half of our conversation, being cognizant of my word choice. Slowly opening up as he guided the conversation like a smooth shot of whiskey down the hatch. His curiosity hung like a lightbulb overhead, each question causing my prattling ability to peak through. With empty champagne glasses we conquered the ambivalent night. Bolstering bombastic, petty lies to the hungry elite, just looking for a taste of what he has.

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A list of prompts I've gathered from the internet/written. Once used, a prompt will be crossed out and become a link to its fic.

I can, of course, write other prompts, but here's a couple suggestions;

(contains general fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, etc.)

general Fluff

1/ "They don't compare to you. No one does."

2/ "Is that my shirt?" "I have no idea what you're talking about."

3/ "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met."

4/ "I think I'm in love with you."

5/ "Marry me?" "Maybe later."

6/ "You took all the pillows so i’m using you as one."

7/ "You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

8/ "You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied."

9/ "Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up."

10/ "I think I'm falling in love with you." "I think I'm okay with that."

11/ Staying out past curfew together, them giving you their hoodie/sweater.

12/ Trying to drag them out of bed but ending up cuddling.

general Angst

13/ "Please don't say that.." "I'm not going to lie to you."

14/ "I just want to see you happy."

15/ "Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you still love me."

16/ "I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy."

17/ "Can't you see how fucked up this is?"

18/ "For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!"

19/ "Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me."

20/ "You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?" "Because it's not just one person…it's you."

21/ "I'm not leaving you here."

22/ "You left without saying goodbye."

23/ You're trapped and they go to get help. They don't make it back in time.

24/ They're in a secret relationship with someone else. You find out first hand.

Enemies to Lovers type

25/ "You're so annoying!" "Well, you're still here."

26/ "I don't like you!" "Finally something we can agree on."

27/ "I used to feel like my stomach turned when you walked into the room. Turns out that wasn't because the sight of you made me physically sick..."

28/ "There may have been some misplaced animosity between us." "May?!"

29/ "I can't tell them. They would make fun of me! We used to hate each other!" "Used to—that’s the important part."

30/ "Can't you just leave me alone? I think about you enough as it is.."

31/ "You went from meaning absolutely nothing to me to being everything."

32/ "Last time I checked, you guys were at each others' throats. How come you're sending heart eyes every time you see her now?"

33/ "you sound pretty hot when you shut up."

34/ "Of course, it just had to be you. It always had to be you." 

35/ You both look forward to your teasing with the other because it has grown to be a substantial part of both of your days.

36/ (+only one bed) They wake up to your face right near theirs. They’re leaning in, still drowsy and not thinking straight, ready to risk it all, when you open your eyes and their first instinct is to smack your face away.

Friends to Lovers type

37/ "I've been in love with you since we were kids."

38/ "You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true."

39/ "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

40/ "I love you." "I know." "No, I'm being serious. I'm actually in love with you."

41/ "We are more than friends and you know it."

42/ "This sounds like you're flirting with me." "...I've been trying to do that for three years now."

43/ "Well, since we were kids I planned to marry you someday."

44/ "I refuse to go from being friends from one minute to your lover the next. It's tearing me up inside." (x)

45/ "So are you guys friends?" "Yes.. no! Yes — no. Yes. it’s just complicated right now.” (x)

46/ "You knew? All this time you watched me get nervous and flustered and embarrass myself in front of you and you knew? Do you know how many times I laid in bed regretting every embarrassing thing I had said?" (x)

47/ It makes you feel sick to your stomach listening to them coo over their new partner. And the worst part is that you have to smile and nod like it’s not killing you inside. (x)

48/ You have a dream about your best friend and suddenly wow they're sitting so close it makes it hard to focus on anything but the feeling of them leaning against you.

(x - thanks to Jess @alphabetaus for your friends-to-lovers prompts! I'll be sure to tag you again if/when they get used :)

Miscellaneous

49/ "Murder wasn't on today's agenda." "It's not on anyone's." "No it's on mine, just not untill next Thursday."

50/ "Do you even realize how cute you are?" "Oh yes, I'm adorable. I'm a fucking delight."

51/ "Pinky swear?" "No way, that's a girls' thing!" "Oh come on!" "Fine.. but pinky swear that we never pinky swore."

52/ "Do you trust me?" "Nope." "Well too bad, 'cause you're stuck with me anyway."

53/ "You come here often?" "Well considering I live here, yes."

54/ "I thought you would've forgotten me by now." "You meant too much to forget."

55/ "Out of everything here, I'll miss your stupid face the most."

56/ "Just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn't, like, mean anything, by the way. Not in that way, at least. Unless you want it to mean something. I don’t mind. That's cool.”

57/ "Whose blood is that?"

58/ "Who did this to you?"

59/ Giving them archery lessons 'cuase they suck at it and holy shit you're both standing so close—

60/ Giving up and starting to get over them when they finally tell you that they like you. Only problem is, have you actually moved on?

Prompt #1

“I feel as though your growing tired of this conversation” (Coworkers Name) observed with a tilt of their head.

“It’s first thing on a Monday morning, I’m tired of everything.” They said eyes closed probably not going to open anytime soon.

A whole mug of coffee was quickly consumed by them.

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 3

The screaming match had final subsided, the silence crushing down on the two siblings.

“What happened to us?” The youngest asked, tears brimming in their eyes, threatening to overflow.

The eldest looks up at the person they once swore to protect.

“We grew up.” They stated, face showing no emotions. Though a scream was clawing at their throat.

Their eyes were drawn to the tears dripping down the youngest cheeks. Blotchy skin and a runny nose coated their face.

The elder looks back to their feet. 

“Or at least I did.” 

Prompt 4

“Everything goes down hill from here.” The Villain said trying to sound poetic while looking over the side of the cliff.

“Yea” said the Hero. “Everything being you.”

A hard push sent the Villain tumbling towards the sea.

Prompt 5

“If I had known you would have been this difficult to work with I wouldn’t have chosen to tutor you.” The retired Hero groaned staring down at the 15 year old standing before the.

“Sorry Boomer.” Said the sidekick. “Blame my parents, their the ones making me go through with this shit.” They were flicking their phone so fast that the hero doubted they were taking in any of the information that was being shown in front of them.

“What the fuck in a Boomer?” The Hero asked.

The young Super looked up from their phone since the first time they had entered the house.

“Oh I have so much to teach you.” They smirked shaking their head.

Wasn’t the Hero suppose to teach them. 

Prompt 6

“Absolutely not, you are not using that.” The villain spoke, hands on hips with their best disappointed parent face.

“Oh come on mum! This is by far the coolest thing in here.” Complained their teenage daughter, twirling an electric spear in their fingers the sound of electricity crackling throughout the room.

“No it’s the most dangerous, put it down.”  With a huff the teenager girl set down the spear and made their way over to their mum. 

“If you give me another grappling hook, I’m gonna freaking lose it.” They explained, arms crossed over the chest.

“Watch your language, and no I’m not giving you another grappling hook. What I have in mind is more damaging then a grappling hook.” The villain said making their way over to another glass cabinet that decorated the walls of their lair.

“A GUN!!”  “Jesus fuck no.”