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Writing Prompt #30

At a young age, you were cursed to be forgotten y all those you encountered.

Which is honestly great seeing as you're the most wanted robber in the country.

Writing Prompt #28

She knew falling asleep on the bus would be a bad idea, but she never imagined that the last stop would lead her to a fairy den.

Writing Prompt #27

"The gods want a sacrifice? Fine. Give them my middle finger and tell 'em to shove it."

Writing Prompt #26

Want to know why it is called a crush? It's because if it is unrequited, it will destroy you from the inside out.

Writing Prompt #25

-Breaking News-

Your OC has just been elected as the new President!

Seeing as public opinion is currently in their favor, what is their first action as the leader of the nation?

Writing Prompt #24

Congratulations Patient [Redacted]...

After 17 long years with us, you are ready to be let out into society!

We have equipped you with a supply bag and a weapon, as well as a bottle of your medicine. No refills once you leave, though.

All of us will miss you, but we will be sure to leave your room as you left it in the event that you need to return.

Good luck, and don't die out there!

Writing Prompt #23

"Here's the deal: For every prisoner you lost tonight, I will cut off a finger as punishment."

Well shit, he was going to need more fingers.

Writing Prompt #22

The Protagonist is taking care of their crush, who has come down with a cold. A few minutes after giving them cold medicine, the Protagonist checks on them, only to be dragged down onto the bed, have hands clumsily squishing their cheeks, and their sleepy crush slur out, "You're really pretty. Makes me want to kiss you."

And then they konk out right there, leaving the Protagonist a blushy mess to tuck them back into bed.

Writing Prompt #21

Take your story, protagonist, or whatever you decide, and write a scenario of the exact opposite. Let's see hero's become villains, dragons becoming knights, romances turning into horror, etc.

Go wild!

Writing Prompt #19

After a long night of patrol, the Hero goes to see their Doctor to be patched up. However, by the time they arrive, Doc has not answered their text, nor is waiting for them as usual. But the door is unlocked.

As silently as possible, the Hero sneaks into the office, waiting for an attack. None happens.

Searching around, the Hero finds the Doc's office with the door closed, yet light illuminating from it and silent murmuring coming from inside

In true savior nature, the Hero bursts into the room, ready to attack. But instead of a scene where Doc has been held against their will, they are instead met with Doc tending to Villains wounds and making light banter.

Writing Prompt #18

"Ah, the fall of [protagonist name]."

"No... I've been falling since the beginning. This is merely the rise, even if it does mean the end."

Writing Prompt #17

The villain has the hero pinned down, the timer running out on the nuclear bomb set to go off.

"Why?" the hero tearfully asks, unable to do anything in their state except pray for a miracle, "Why do you want to destroy the world?"

"I don't want to destroy the world. I just want us to be the only two in it."

The timer goes off.

Writing Prompt #16

People start to know your name when you're the villain of their story...

Writing Prompt #15

The protagonist is a complete germaphobe. Before they do remotely anything, they have to wash their hands. Every weekend, they have a cleaning purge of their house to the point where one can eat on the floor. And they absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, cannot stand to be around sick people.

Which makes things very complicated when their best friend/lover comes down with a fever.

Writing Prompt #14

As the youngest sibling of the family, your brother has a job and is rarely home. Yet, each week an envelope of money finds its way under your door, meant to be used for whatever you want.'

When your brother is home, your family tries to inquire about his job, only to be met with lame excuses and awkward laughs.

Tired of being left in the dark, you follow your brother to his workplace, expecting some sort of drug dealer or multi-millionaire CEO...

Only to find he works as a maid at a cat cafe.

Writing Prompt #13

"I don't believe in your cause. But I'm going to support you in this fight, because I believe in you. So don't screw it up."

Writing Prompt #12

"But-"

"But what?! Huh!?"

"...But you're everyone's enemy... even your own."

Writing Prompt #11

Events seemed to repeat and overlap, yet time kept ticking onward.

Over and over, the same scenarios played out, but the hour never turned back. Only forward.

What kind of purgatory was this?

Writing Prompt #10

You don't tame the Beast.

The Beast tames you.

Writing Prompt #9

"You talk as if you're in a goddamn 80s fantasy movie."

Writing Prompt #8

"I despise having to take orders from you."

"Well, that's what you get for being in debt to a mafia leader," she pointedly remarked, closing the car door and strutting towards the hotel entrance.

Writing Prompt #7

"More dangers lurk in the dark than they realize, my Queen."

Writing Prompt #6

Was she deepening the kiss, or was he? It didn't matter, honestly. She simply wanted to know if she was dominating this action or if he was.

Writing Prompt #5

The Hero of the story is near-constantly injured thanks to frequent attacks by villains, hence why they require two doctors to take care of them.

The doctors, A and B, tend to not get along very well, but are willing to take a bullet for the Hero at any time.

However, this time around they couldn't, and now they face the struggle of having to work together to save the Hero's life.

The question is: do A and B grit their teeth and get through it, or does their pride get in the way at the cost of Hero's life?

Writing Prompt #3

A spoon full of venom helps the envy go down...

In the most unpleasant way.

Writing Prompt #1

A man in his late 30's dies of unforeseen circumstances, but finds himself unable to move on to the afterlife. The angel and demon who keep bugging him don't seem to have any answers, and Death is starting to get annoyed with being unable to do his proper duties. It also doesn't help that in his first week of being a ghost, he's late to his own funeral.

Literally. He's sitting in the front seat of the car transporting his body to the funeral, and it's been stuck in traffic for hours.

Day 5 - Memory loss

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Bakugou Katsuk x Izuku Midoriya

Rating: T

Tags: Old married men in love, 800 words

Age 60

The morning sun creeps through pale curtains, spilling across the floor. Bakugou watches Izuku stir awake in their bed, the frown already tugging at his brows before consciousness even settles.

“Where am I?” Izuku whispers.

Bakugou swallows. “Home. You’re safe.”

A pause, “…Do I know you?”

It’s been twenty nine days since the last spark of recognition. Bakugou forces a breath through his nose and nods, even if it stings. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “I’m your husband, dumbass.”

There’s something flickering in Izuku’s eyes. Guilt? He looks around the room like it’s a museum exhibit. There’s a wall of photos. A desk cluttered with journals. Sticky notes lining the doorway. Bright, hopeful. Desperate. And then there’s the one by his bed, in green ink. 

If you don’t remember, ask Katsuki. He’ll help.

Age 24

“You’ve been writing things down more,” Bakugou mutters, plucking the notebook off the nightstand. “You’re twenty-four, nerd. You really need a grocery list just to remember eggs?”

Midoriya blushes, tugging the blanket up to his chin. “My head’s just… busy.”

Bakugou reads the entry.

Lunch with Iida at 1pmText Mom backBakugou likes black coffee now! don’t forget.

“Damn right I do,” Bakugou mutters, tossing the book back into the sheets. He ruffles green curls and grins when Midoriya bats his hand away, flustered and smiling.

Age 51

“Can I go outside?” Izuku asks quietly.

Bakugou lifts his gaze from the journal, heart tight. “Not without me. You got lost last time.”

Izuku’s brows furrow. “I did?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou says, softer. “You did.”

There’s a flicker of frustration, the kind that makes Izuku rub his temple.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

Bakugou reaches for his hand, grounding him. “I’d rather find you a hundred times than lose you once.”

Age 27

The notebook habit only got worse. Or better. Depending who you asked.

Bakugou didn’t complain anymore, not when he found entire pages about him. Scribbled in tiny green ink:

Kacchan always takes his tea at bedtime. Kacchan gets quiet when he’s worried. Don’t push, just sit beside him. Kacchan said he loved me for the first time today. I didn’t say it back fast enough, and I think he thought I didn’t mean it. I’ll write it here 100 times to make up for it: I love him. I love him. I love him…

Bakugou had cried reading that. Privately. In the kitchen. Over fucking soup.

Age 57

Izuku’s handwriting is shaky now.

Bakugou flips through the most recent journal and sees a mess of half-formed sentences. Some pages are drawings.Of their house, their cat, a hero costume from years ago. But some are terrifyingly blank.

He found today’s entry.

There’s a blonde man. He looks sad when I forget him. He says he loves me. I might be crazy…but I think I love him, too.

Age 30

Midoriya stands in their bathroom, holding a toothbrush and frowning at it like it’s a math problem.

Bakugou leans on the doorframe, arms crossed. “You okay?”

Midoriya shakes himself out of it. “Yeah. Just zoned out.”

“You’ve been forgetting little stuff more,” Bakugou says.

Midoriya shrugs. “Stress, maybe. Work’s been…”

“Izuku,” Bakugou says, voice low, “you forgot your mom’s birthday.”

That shuts him up. Midoriya looks at the floor. “I wrote it down,” he says.

“I know,” Bakugou whispers. “But you didn’t check.”

Age 59

The sun rises like it always does. And like always, Izuku blinks awake.

He sees the man beside him, asleep in a chair by the bed, arms crossed, chin dipped down. His hair is a mess. His face is older than the boy in Izuku’s dreams. There’s gray at his temples now.

Izuku frowns. Then offers a wobbly smile, “Katsuki?”

Bakugou jerks awake. For a heartbeat, he doesn’t speak. Just stares. “You remember?” he breathes.

“I… I think so.” Izuku reaches out, fingers trembling. “You’re my husband.”

Bakugou grabs his hand and presses it to his lips, his eyes already wet. “Yeah, nerd. I am.”

Izuku looks at the photos on the wall. The cat curled on the windowsill. The green notebook by his bed. It has his name written over and over on the cover. Izuku Midoriya. You. You. You.

He looks back at Bakugou. “I dreamed about you,” he says softly. “I think I always do.”

Bakugou holds his face like he’s scared he’ll vanish. “Then come back to me,” he whispers.

Tears fall. “I’m trying.”

Age 20

Bakugou finds him asleep at his desk, head on a pile of notes.

He reads the top one.

Kacchan’s birthday: April 20. Don’t forget. You always forget. You don’t want to hurt him again.

Bakugou traces the ink with his thumb.

“Izuku,” he whispers, barely audible. “You never forget the stuff that matters.”

Age 60

The journal on the nightstand is open. There, waiting for tomorrow are the fresh scribbles.

I remembered him. I remembered us. Don’t let it slip away again. Fight for it. Fight for him.

Bakugou adds one line at the bottom in bold, jagged handwriting:

I will always find you, Nerd.

Temporary

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Fandom: Arcane Ship: Ekko x Jinx | Timebomb Rating: M Tags: MCD Beta: @crypt-exe

She still had his blood on her hands.

She…

Still had his blood….

On her. Cooling. Sticky.  Dripping…

…down her face. 

He isn’t moving anymore. Limp.  He isn’t moving. He…he isn’t breathing.

She’d learned that long ago. People had to breathe. Human’s need air in their lungs. She scrambles to her bruised knees. He’d bruised them when he pushed her out of the way. He’d shoved her. “YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!” she screamed at him. Leaning over him. His eyes were open. Staring into the void. “You pushed me asshole. You don’t push ladies!” 

Hot droplets leaking from her fierce violet eyes lands on him. Maybe they’d warm him up. Like he’d do with her. Wrap her in warm hugs. She’d never told him he gives good hugs. She’d shrug them off. That’s what she was supposed to do.  Never let them get close.

She was a Jinx after all.

“C’mon. You gotta get up. They’re gonna find us.” She whispers. “Ekko. C’mon. You gotta get up!”

They were walking home. He’d taken her for ice cream. 

All she had asked was “what did it taste like?”

She forgot to warn him. She put in new traps. She’d had dreams. Bad dreams. Nightmares. They followed her. The eyes. They. she had…to. She had to put the traps in. Nobody could…find them. They were precious. He.

He is precious. Worth protecting.

He stayed with her. It’s dangerous with her. HE HAD TO BE PROTECTED!!!

He took one step off the beaten path. One step. boom.

It was a small pop. Barely a marble hitting the ground. But….now Ekko….

She could fix it.  She…she can fix him. Stitch him back together. Make him one piece again.  She’d tell him she loved his hugs. She…there’s still time.

“BLINK IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!” She screams. She pounds her fists against his chest, but it’s caving in. She kisses him. His lips are cold. Breathes into him. 

Nothing. Stillness. Silence.

If he didn’t push her out of the way. If she’d told him. If she was a second faster. Her ears are ringing. 

Silence. 

Not….not even…an..echo…

Not

Not even. An.  But his hugs… Not. Even. An. Ekko.

“I love you.” She says for the first time. “Come home.” she says for the last.

abstract art he says

i dont much understand it

he says its intriguing

i find questions with no answers

he says in a good way

i tell him i can't stand not knowing

he says im like abstract art

i dont much understand it

every time i look in the mirror its someone new who stares back at me.

a face, with features i have had since birth, changing every 34th second

yet every time i look at my reflection it is the same little girl who stared ahead at me.

a face, with features i have had since birth, the solemn look i get when the tide is just out of reach