So, I'm in class, and bored, so if you are also bored, come here. I would prefer someone who is semi-literate and refrains from using one-liners. I'd love anything so if you have any prompts, come hither!
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Halloo! If it's fantasy, i'm down
I've kinda been craving a hero x villain romance, personally. Kinda like this one. But here are some other prompts just in case:
Oof, I can't see pins or pictures, could you type it out or put it in a google doc?
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Oh, yeah. just gimme a sec
Thanks bro!
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Hero x Villain: A superhero story where the villain and the superhero are roommates. They keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time, and they stitch each other up after battles, but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis. They keep on having to lie to each other why they are covered in scratches and bruises.
Not So Good Healer: You're a local healer, a good one, and your people love you. But you do not truly heal wounds, merely transfer them… The people of the valley below know you under a different name. (Maybe someone finds out and confronts them?? idk))
Save the Monster: "I'm not here to slay you, monster. I'm here to undo the curse those gods have made you endure."
Royal Rejects: A princess runs away because of an arranged marriage, befriends a gang of outlaws, falls in love with one of them, only to find out he is actually the prince she was supposed to marry, who also ran away.
Loyal Monsters: Someone is kidnapped. Outraged, the monsters living under the bed and in their closet vow to find them.
Dreamy: You're vacationing in a city you've never been in before, when you suddenly find yourself in a place you've seen hundreds of times in your dreams. The person you always see in those dreams is there too, and they slowly turn and ask, "Is it really you?"
Hell's Favorite: A lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them. Since he can't renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millennia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan's #1.
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whew, that was a lot of typing
Ooh! I like save the monster and hell's favorite~
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Hmm, shall we do hell's favorite? If so, are we keeping it as Satan?
If you'd like. May I be the human?
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I actually have a god of the underworld that I'd like to use, so that works out.
Fun, shall it be straight or LBT?
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Ummmmm, I'd prefer straight for this one
That's cool, I have just the girl in mind than!
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Awesome! Are we doing templates or just jumping right in? I usually do temps because it helps me develop them a bit, but it's up to you
Ah, I tend to jump right in
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We can do that as well
Alrighty, do you want to go first or should I?
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Hmmm, could you? I'd think the girl summoning him would start it off
Alrighty!
Morgan set out the candles, lighting them and making sure they were lined up. She had wanted to do this for a while, but just hadn't had the energy. "Okay…" She muttered, finsihing up the final chalk line. "How do I do this? Do I just say Satan three times like Beetlejuice or Bloody Mary? I mean, it's worth a try…" She gave a deep breath. "Satan, Satan, Satan."
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Satan—or, rather, Damon, as he was named at birth—appeared in a silent cloud of darkness, sitting on a nearby chair as the girl. His long legs were sprawled out, and he gazed at the girl in silence for a few seconds, attempting to figure out if he should bother or not. He was dressed in all black, the clothing in impeccable condition and incredibly nice for the ruler of all things sinful. His black and surprisingly fluffy hair was combed back as best as he could, though some strands fell into his coal-gray eyes.
Morgan starteled, she forgot that if it actually happened to work, she would have to talk. "H-hello, are you Satan?" She stuttered out after a moment. "I'm sorry for bothering you." Morgan was almost dressed as different as the sun was from the moon, having on a mustard yellow oversized sweatshirt on with a small design of an egg on it and some grey sweatshirts.
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Damon tilted his head, surveying her quickly before speaking. "That's one of my names," he said, his voice smooth like silk and on the deeper end. "Any particular reason why you called me?" he asked, propping his head up on a fist. She didn't look like the sort that usually called him. They were cultists devoted to worshiping him. She was…not.
"I don't really know how this works, but can you be my friend?" She decided that if she was going to stall actually doing the ritual, she shouldn't stall the asking. "If not that's okay, I can make a snack and you can go if you want…" Morgan trailed off.
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His brows flicked up briefly in surprise, not expecting that to be her request. Most people wanted someone dead or for some revenge to be enacted upon enemies. But this girl… "You, want me, to be your friend?" he asked to clarify, sure that she had misspoken or he had misheard.
"Yes! Well, you don't have to. Sorry for wasting your time." She rushed out an apology, hands clasped together anxoiusly. She knew this was a bad idea, she didn't even think it would work, let alone actually summon anything.
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Damon lets out a breath and shakes his head, more amused than anything. This wasn't something he normally came across, and he figured no harm would come to just playing along. He waved his hand dismissively. "No, no. I've been summoned for more…intrusive reasons. If you're sure you want this contract, then you should be aware of the cost of making a deal with me?" He arched a brow in her direction.
"Yeah, I have to sell my soul and stuff. It doesn't really matter to me." She sighed, looking down at her feet on the last sentence. Honestly, she probably wouldn't last long without a friend and since she couldn't make any of her own, she'd just sell her fucking soul to the devil becuase why not.
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"Alright—it's a deal, then." He stood up and strode over to the girl, hand outstretched. "What's your name, my dear?" he asked. He'd rather have a name to call her besides the girl. She, of course, wouldn't be given his birth name, but he could settle with a different name besides Satan. "You can call me Lucifer."
