Reddit Writing Prompts

The Captain is from a species that hordes things that bring them any form of joy or emotional stability. The crew is certain that her "horde" is the four Human engineers onboard whom she affectionately refers to as her "Little Murder Monkeys".

You've noticed that unlike the rest of your companions, the elves you're travelling with have never excused themselves to answer nature's call, even though they eat and drink just as often as you do. When you work up the courage to ask the elves about this, their explanation astounds you.

The villain just shot you with his Superpower Suppressor! He crows with laughter as he declares his victory over you to the city, but you get right back up and take him down mid-gloat. You never had any superpowers, you're a perfectly average demon that's just playing superhero.

You managed to retire from the supervillain game long ago, when you became a parent. Now, your grandchild has inadvertently been kidnapped by an upstart villain, and you're about to show them why the world (rightfully) feared you.

"How did a mere peasant become the most powerful hero in the land? Sure you're immortal but that can't be all" "Well you'd be surprised how many artifacts will grant you ultimate power in exchange for your life."

"Do not in under circumstances challenge an Earthling engineer to do something. Not even for a dare."

You are not the child of a powerful ruler, neither do you behave in such a way as to command power. You have never been violent, nor even aggressive. Yet, wherever you go, people fear you and treat you like a monarch or an emperor. You never understood why, until today...

The spell of the fae forced you to tell them your name. The fae looks at you with pure horror, while you look at them confused, because that was definitely not your name.

You are the villain's right hand man and you are the true power behind their criminal empire. The villain would never have achieved their status as a super villain without you, so when the hero finally arrested the villain, nothing actually changed.

For the last 10 years you've used your time machine to steal from your future self; today is the day your past self shows up for the first time to steal from you.

“You have been chosen, Earth man, the crystal in my hand will imbue you with the pow- where are you going?” , “Like I told the other guy last week, I’m not interested, please stop showing up calling me The Chosen One.”

Years ago, you accidently helped a mob boss change a flat while transporting a corpse, being promised a "Favour" in return. Now, desperate, you seek them out to cash in your favour.

Thirty years ago, you made a wish upon a star, hoping against hope for it to come true. What you didn't know was the star you wished on was fifteen light years from Earth.

Dragons are rarely made of flesh and blood, the substance of their bodies is dependent on where their egg hatches. Dragons of the forest are made of wood, dragons of the tundra of ice, and a dragon egg, left in an unexpected place, can birth something truly unique.

It turns out that humans are the only galactic species able to safely handle drugs. Other species have such a low tolerance that a small cup of coffe basically works like a crystal meth. You are one such oblivious, very curious alien that got his hands on an ACTUAL crystal meth.

"Remember, if you die in the simulation-" "Yeah, yeah, we know, you die in real life." "What? No! You need to reset the simulation with this terminal! What is WRONG with you humans?!"

Long ago, you tricked a demon into giving you immortality. Enraged, the demon placed a curse on you. Every door you walk through takes you to a different place, but never where you want to go. Several years later, you're just trying to get back home.

"How many people have died to achieve this world domination of yours?" "769." "...What?" "769 people died to achieve my plans. I counted them, and had each of their names etched on my throne so I never forget what my victory cost the world. Now tell me, how many have you killed to see me dead?"

Due to a pact between your family and an immortal businessman, the man keeps your family wealthy throughout the generations in exchange of safeguarding his immortal pet snail from escaping. You have just inherited the sole responsibility of being its guardian for the rest of your life.

“you’re not here to slay me and save the princess?” “No I want to join you guys. A pretty princess with an awesome dragon in an isolated castle away from society? That’s a pretty sweet gig.”

"You think I'm trying to get revenge for my father that was the king or lord or whatever title you could pull out of your head? No, my father was one of those incompetent and harmless guards you killed!

You're a mostly forgotten god whose only believer is a ten-year-old girl. Every night she offers you a bit of her dinner or a shiny rock in exchange for her family surviving the night and every night you accept because she's never in danger Tonight, however, you actually have to work for it.

"This... is your treasure hoard, Dragon?" "Yes. Nobody pays with gold and jewels anymore, it's all paper money or stocks and bonds. I miss being able to lay down in a pile of loot, but I am forced to adapt to modern times."

A devil has been making a deal with people: $1 million dollars for 1 year off of your life. They become worried when the same person makes the deal over 100 times.

If you stare a Dragon in the eyes for more than 30 seconds you have proposed to them, if they look away fist you are now engaged. To be fair I could have chosen much worse than the Princess of the fire Dragons.

The protagonist picks up a cursed sword, which simply convinces them to pick up an expensive and time-consuming hobby. This hobby drains their time, energy, and wealth more efficiently than any cursed item.

Among other things, you can hover 8 inches above the ground, fire a single bullet out of your hand per day, un-chew gum, sense the exact location of every sneeze within a building, and breath fire for 19 seconds every Saturday the 19th. You’re a hero with many, many mildly-useful powers.

One genie specialises in a specific kind of ironic wishes. If the wish is for fitness and health, the genie is a drill sergeant from hell and whips them into shape. If they wish for money, the genie makes them go through years of economic schooling.

People now gain immortality by transferring their consciousness to robots, by purchase or lease. The poor rent; the poorest live from paycheck to paycheck. You work for a conglomerate as a repossessor. To not feel like a murderer, you started storing people's consciousness on your old computer.

Your roommate is so bad at pretending to be a human, you've started to just automatically back him up in public. Tonight he tells you how nice it is to know the only other alien in the city, and you have to break the bad news