64-Prompt Drabble Requests

[phantastus]

SUP FOLKS I FEEL LIKE WRITING TONIGHT between my tags.

Comment here with two (or more) characters and pick a prompt or three-- I'll write you a drabble based on that prompt! These prompts can either be fandom-based (although I'm afraid I'm a one-trick pony and only trust myself to do Silent Hill justice, although I might make exceptions) or based on RP CR that we have.

The prompts are first-come, first-serve-- I wanna exercise my writing chops so try not to pick something that's already been chosen! Feel free to pick as many as you want as long as they haven't been picked already!


PROMPTS
The Theme List

1. 2 a.m.
2. metaphor
3. sky
4. lost scene
5. degrees
6. seize the day
7. opposite
*8. passions run
*9. connection
*10. lull and storm
*11. animal
12. children
*13. we all float on
*14. chess
15. duty
16. rip
17. missing time
18. crest
*19. itch
20. explode
*21. rise
*22. crumble
23. range
*24. fight/flight
25. acid
26. color
*27. give
28. needle
*29. locks
30. slope
*31. correspondence
32. linger
33. charm
*34. roads
35. hunger
36. reciprocity
*37. kind
38. fruity
39. half-life
*40. comedy of errors
41. tragedy
*42. hope is the thing with feathers
43. empire
*44. turpentine kisses and mistaken blows
45. rings
*46. dust
47. every you, every me
*48. project
49. adore
*50. murmur
51. above
52. below
*53. incalculable
54. wire
*55. landslide
*56. the beginning is the end is the beginning
57. door
*58. enemy gate
*59. stone
*60. bright
*61. stories
62. chime
*63. laugh
64. hold

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[savethebullshit]

6 for Heather, Henry, and Harry (Route-verse)

40 for James and Mary

56 for Harry and Cybil

Routeverse!Heather, Henry, and Harry (6)

[phantastus]

Living without regrets was a surprisingly hard thing to do, even with the looming shadow of reality hovering above them and occasionally breathing down their necks in the form of removing another loved one from their lives, just when they had once again allowed themselves to seep into a comfortable blanket of security.

Heather, who had been there the longest, preached it until her mouth ran dry. There was no question that, as the years passed and her time spent in the colorful land of Johto accumulated, she more than any of them knew what it was like to lose people over and over.

She was all too happy to tell her tales, too-- how she'd learned early on not to waste time keeping people at arm's length. That each day was a gift that could be slapped out of your hands at any second and that the regret of not having done ANYTHING would far outweigh the sadness of having gotten close to someone and then lost them.

That Johto's fickleness had only honed a lesson she'd received long before: that you can lose everything in a matter of minutes and god help you if you'd squandered your time.


And Henry, who was returning to an uncertain future, had more reason than ever to take advantage of the newly-bought-- but not infinite-- time he had. To prepare, to embolden himself for what was to come. He had a newborn God to fight, and the very thought of facing it and its conjuror filled him from head to toe with a horrible squirming not unlike that of the cold, meaty slugs that crawled across the many grungy surfaces of the Otherworld that had gripped his apartment complex back home.

But here he was, temporarily stranded in what might as well be one giant, exotic vacation spot, and in the company of two people who'd been subject to more or less the same immense task that he had been forced into-- if not a greater one. And they'd done it.

It was a precious and fleeting chance that god only knew how many others in his situation would have begged for.


And yet, neither of them seemed to be able to put their money where their mouth was.

For all her bravado, Heather was all too often paralyzed by doubt and worry.
Would doing this ruin a friendship and spoil everything?
Would it waste the time even more disastrously than not taking any action at all?
Was dancing on the edge of a deeper friendship forever better than taking the plunge and inadvertently ruining her chances all around?

And Henry would be happy just shutting himself up in hotel rooms, rain and shine. He took comfort in the familiarity, the quiet, the near lack of anything and everything that could possibly be scary or upsetting. An object at rest is likely to remain at rest, and Henry quickly reverted to something as close to his life before Silent Hill and Johto as possible, without even thinking about it.


It was for this reason that Harry Mason took every opportunity to encourage his daughter to pursue happiness, to drag Henry outside for some much-needed fresh air, and to give himself up fully to cherishing his strange little family, now that he was here in this place where bills, a career, and enemies were no longer on the table.

It figured that the only one out of the three who truly knew how to seize the day was the man who was already dead.

Re: Routeverse!Heather, Henry, and Harry (6)

[savethebullshit]

Oh my god Kit. Oh. My. God. My feelings. I just can't...

Alright, let me be a little more coherent. That was absolutely beautiful. The style, the word choice, and the content all worked together to basically just smash my heart into a million pieces, but in the best possible way. The way you've laid out their struggles here, the way the characters are portrayed... good god. It gave a very poignant and touching portrait of what's going on inside their heads, what they've got to deal with, and the uncertain happiness they feel in Johto. Oh god. I just love this so much.

As always, your writing is all kinds of perfect and I feel humbled just to read it. Thank you so much for this <3