Fantasy Writing Prompts

The worst part of being the most powerful archmage is dealing with pompous kings and nobles who come complaining after you reject their equally pompous progeny from being your apprentice.

Most Princesses and Princes have fairy godmothers to protect them and provide them with magic boons and powers. Your parents never told you about your fairy godmother until the day a tribe of goblins came collectively calling themselves your "gob"mother

A Pirate crew raids a treasure hoard in a cave, finding gold and abnormally sized pearls. The captain decides to examine these pearls and they hatch to reveal baby mermaids, who’s first word is “papa?”

As a young witch, you have recently made a deal with a devil. In return for power, you must become his servant, the concept of which greatly excites you. At the end of your 5 years, you find that by “servant”, he didn’t mean an agent of justice who torments sinners, he simply needed a maid.

Genies are just customer service reps. State your wish with respect for their intelligence, honour, and time, and they'll do their best to get you what you want. Try to be a lawyer and close every loophole and ambiguity, and they'll bring down the hammer of malicious compliance on you.

"Pick a god and pray" they said, and you did, praying to every god you knew. And as you did this a name popped into your mind, one you didn't recognize, yet you prayed to them all the same. In response the air stood still, like even the world had forgotten their name.

You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You're not sure what to do, this... entity shouldn't have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.

Every Deadly Sin has had its time to conquer the earth, and all of them have failed. After centuries since Envy tried, now is your chance, Eighth Sin

"You mages could never even begin to understand the wonders of technology-" "I cast Reverse Engineering."

You have just been hired as the janitor at an academy of magic. This is of course the most prestigious role in the entire academy. As you are required to have extensive knowledge on everything magical in order to handle any contaminants, mutants, demons, etc.

Everyday you wake up in the ideal clothing for the day. Today you woke up in q Hazmat Suit.

Most immortals become the angsty “everyone I have ever loved is gone” kind of immortal. You, on the other hand, instead took it upon yourself to be a loving presence to entire generations of your chosen family, because they are descended from someone you once loved long ago.

You run a bar for all kinds of supernatural creatures. You're pretty sure this latest Patron is a regular human though. But given that they just beat a Crimson Were-Dragon in a drinking contest without breaking a sweat? This is up for debate.

You always wanted to be a Healer. Unfortunately, your dad was an Necromancer and your mother a Demon Summoner. So your healing was a bit... unconventional to say the least.

An order of magicians attempts to summon a child hero with a pure heart to save their world from evil forces. They instead get his 40-something-year old dad, with a shotgun.

“Uh, I’m a vampire. I bit you, and drank some of your blood, which means you should be under my control.” “Hahaha, you fool. I am Fae, which means that, technically, you ate some Fae food, and therefore should be under MY control.” “Alright, fine, how do you want to settle this?”

You're an ageless being that has been alive for millennia, however your eternal youth has never been a secret. You're known around the world for it. You're not rich, a ruler, hunted by the government, or special in any other way. You're just a worldly curiosity, a minor celebrity at best.

"You are what you eat" has become literal. Many would rather succumb to becoming a chicken or pig than turn into a beetroot or zucchini.

"Necromancy was banned because the resurrectees kept coming back wrong," the master explained. The pupil contemplated this, then responded, "'Wrong' according to who?" The master favored them with an approving smile. "Now you are asking the right questions."

You are subject to a quite unusual curse. You see, you were born twice, one day after the other, in two separate times and places. As such, you live half of your days as a noblewoman in pre-revolutionary 18th century France, and live every other day as a male millennial in the US.

Despite learning from one of the greatest wizards in the world, you're utterly horrible at magic. Then you discover why: he/she deliberately trained you incorrectly as a sick joke.

You kidnapped a princess, because your dragon daughter wanted a princess. You are not sure why exactly she wanted one but you got her one.

As prophesied, after ages, the walls crumbled, shackels rusted, guardians forgot and the immortal nemesis broke free again... Only to find out that humanity is no longer just a bunch of cave people with sticks.

The highest and most skilled spell casters should always fear the novice for one reason: they have no strategy.

A failed author accidentally summons a demon into their house. Instead of wanting their soul, the demon shyly requests a signed copy of the only book they've ever written. As it turns out, this demon is a huge fan of their work- and he's not the only one.

In an attempt to modernize, Hell remakes the 9 circles. You are in charge of the circle dedicated to people needlessly cruel to service industry workers.

Once in a lifetime you get to select 3 words to describe you, and those traits are relatively normal amongst others, like “Strong, Fast and smart.” You don’t pick 3 different adjectives however, you make a 3-word sentence.

"You see, hero from another world, our land is governed by a form of arachno-communism" "You mean anarcho-communism" "No"

You are an "immortal creature", you've lived for centuries. You're not like the stories, and you've had time to read them all. You're more like a tortoise, slow and steady. You've had plenty of hobbies, degrees, and jobs. Currently you're working in the museum archives.

You're a deity of something small and seemingly unimportant. You're the first one the people stop praying and sacrificing to when things get dire. Oh, what fools they are.