Prompts listed here are things that I don't have the time or interest to write myself, but I also haven't seen them anywhere else. Unlike the monstrosities on the other page, these can probably be written in 5,000 words of fewer. This list will be updated over time - no more chapters will be added after this page. Check back later if all of these jobs suck.
If you dig one of these ideas, let me know so that I can list your username and title so anyone who wants to see it can check it out.
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( ) Car Radio: Since it seems like a lot of people are jumping over to the TØP fandom, it might be fun to play around with some of the songs.
He closes the car door, having given up on trying to make the shitty letter on the kitchen counter sound any better; the time is dire and they'll be back any time now. He closes the garage door behind him, watching the last rays of sunlight and the last gust of wind disappear. It's dark in here. He starts the car, watching the lights on the dashboard light up in the dark pit of hell he walked into. He can smell the exhaust already; he turns the headlights off to ensure that the batteries will last long enough for the fumes to do their work. His lungs deflate, counting down the remaining breaths.
He reaches down to turn on the car radio... oh. And now he just sits in silence.
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( ) Full Camboy: This recording was shit, anyway. I clear the death counter and he looks up at the camera with a frown, confused why I was erasing our humiliation. Seeing him for two days at a convention when we were sharing a room with the guys doesn't cut it - I need more.
A really bad parkour map gets a hell of a lot better when every death is worth a piece of clothing, or a revealing position. Hopefully, he won't try to suck on the camera this time.
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( ) Finding the Zodiac: She never really talked about him much, and neither did my brothers. And I can't remember him at all.
This can't be right. It has to be a joke. I mean... He's from Texas, yeah. And everyone always makes fun of my voice, yeah. And I like guns, bacon, and guns and bacon together, yeah. And I have evil shark eyes, yeah. And sometimes I make some creepy frickin' faces, yeah. But is he really... my dad?
After a very badly failed campaign that was supposed to be handed to him - the new, hand-picked Messiah - by God the Almighty, Ted Cruz questions his faith and his past life choices and tries to fix his broken relationship with his first family - including the son he had left when he was only a baby. Or, that's what he says, at least. Could he just be using Preston's money and YouTube fame to try to stack the cards in his favour for the next election?
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( ) Ask and You Shall Receive: Jon, while streaming on June 27th, Twitch video at 04:19:54 to 04:20:48: "Can I get a 'welcome, ghost' in the chat? Fuck, if I died on stream from a ghost, that'd be so horrible - but honestly, like how sick would that be? Like, to show the world? You guys could be like 'I was in that stream.' Uhh... Hahaha, 'RIP Jon.' "
Corona, chat, and creepy shit all come together to welcome him into the loving hands of the YTer fandom. They can watch, they can scream, they can spam emotes... But they can't save him. And they can't turn it off. Can we get some hype in the chat?
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( ) Super-Size Me: We need a new record. We need something even more horrifying than a Chipotle burrito with a side of Lach. We need a 10+ combo orgy of people and items, either from within the fandom or across fandoms or whatever it may be. It's overdue... and we're hungry for some meaty crack.
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( ) Lachlan Whited Out: Lachlan couldn't believe he lost. It only had 607 CP! How could he've lost to such a stupid Pokemon?! 'Ted Cruz' the Hypno was still spinning up on top of its yellow virtual platform and he could see all of the pairs of eyes trained on him in real life. He should've known better than to come out here by himself to take on an enemy gym in the dark. These are some scary fucking people out here.
"Pay up, bitch." The guy in the black jacket with the yellow stripes on the sleeves comes forward and stands in front of him, blocking him against the wall. "This's gonna hurt in the morning, isn't it, Blondie?"
What does he mean 'pay up?' There's an ATM on the corner with a menacing-looking tattoo parlour right next to it, or there's a dark alley right past the metal park bench next to the group of sneering trainers. Do they want to ink him, take his money, beat the hell out of him, or... make him do something else?
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Job Openings: Philosophy and Prompts
FanfictionThis is a collection of nonsense and story ideas that I don't have the time or interest to include in my one-shot collections, but would be interested in reading. Beware of crack and existential crises beyond this point. This list probably won't be...
