Oneshots Campaign

[RollieOwl]

Have you ever get plagued by innumerable amount of ideas?

Have you ever thought, "It sure would be great if there's another 24 hours in a day and I grew another sets of arms to write" to yourself?

Have you ever wonder, what it'd be like to have your head devoid of thoughts, empty of any and all things?

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Well, I did.

Thanks to the classic 'having too many ideas and not enough energy to write them all' disease, I decide that the best way to keep going and stay focused on the task at hand is to dump them all out so there's space for the actual, important stories that I actually want to write. These will be a compilation of snippets from a random universe, which may or may not even connect to one another.

There will be scenes where I just start outta nowhere, places and characters you know absolutely nothing about, sudden confession leading to an equally shocking and sudden divorce, things like that.

Simply put, I'm going to factory reset my brain and this is the dumping ground.



Why did I put this out in a forum, on a format I am least familiar with, no less?
The simple answer is that I don't like letting things go to waste, especially knowing just how drama filled filth these ideas are.
The complex answer is that; I hope that when I finish writing whatever project I'm currently working on (still working on actually writing anything for it to be called a project), I might be able to come back here and see which one is the idea that people realistically want to read, based on the reactions and feedback from this thread. Maybe one or two of you will get inspired and want to adopt these as prompts for your own stories, which, I shall give my blessings to do so ahead of time. Hell, let me know if you did end up writing something inspired by this landfill waste, I'm curious!

Spoiler: The honest answer

I will be very thrilled if I can have someone write the stories that's in my head without me having to write it myself-- since its why I even bothered to try and write in the first place. I'm really not that diligent of a person after all...

Is this a stupid way to go with it? Yes.

Are there better places to do this(like utilizing my reader only AO3 account or, making a tumblr account just for illegal idea dumping or, even making a new series in the scribblehub itself)? Absolutely.

Am I doing it anyway? Of course I am!

Anyway, I'll throw my ideas after this opening, feel free to comment about them in this thread itself. If it ever get full before I finish decluttering, then I might make another thread to continue the cleaning. Thank you for even reading this far, hope you have a wonderful day.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

You go for it!

 

[RollieOwl]

Placeholder : Befriending the Eccentric Side Character Duke As An Unnamed Extra In My Sister's Novel

Tags : Romance, Fantasy, Isekai, Crossdressing

Context : There's none.

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"Frederic..?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Frederic cuts before Adeline can finish her sentence, and walks away from the scene while talking with an oddly stern voice. "I.. need some time to cool down."

He manages to walk away far enough before Adeline reacts, wanting to chase after him, after his lonely desolate back, though stopped in her tracks by the sturdy hands of Leon, who in reply, only shook his head silently at her. Almost pleading for her to stop, and stay with him.

The two are engrossed once again in the reality, dawning the situation around them, and hugs each other almost in desperation, allowing for the other actors of this carnage to steps off the stage and be away from the limelight.

Like what Frederic is doing right now. Huddling himself in a secluded corner so he can fall onto himself and break down without having to attend the social repercussion of it too.

And, well, he looks miserable, to say the least. Shaking back, short gasping breaths, even the low sobs that he conceals between his curling thighs just screams pathetic sight to anyone that sees him.

It is sad enough of a sight that made me come out of my hiding. "Hey."

Frederic jolts. His eyes glares in my direction with indescribable amount of hate before he realized that it's me he's glaring at, and laughs awkwardly with a barely there smile. "Y-You! Don't scare adults like that!"

"It's fine uncle." I say as I walk to the wall, inching ever closer to his side, "You can cry, I won't judge."

"Why not?"

It's a stupid question. I know he knows this too because the man immediately looks regretful for letting that out, for saying something that he didn't think he meant. He also looks tired enough to not care, though, a rare occasion even in the original novel, that I wish I don't have to see in this kind of situation.

Let's pivot then. "Does being an adult means you can't cry anymore?"

Frederic huffs an almost-chuckle, "Depending on the occasion."

"That sounds so lame." I say with all the honesty I can muster at the moment. "Everyone cries."

"Sometimes they're not allowed to, if they did something wrong." he counters half-heartedly. I can see the guilt in his eyes when he utters the lies, just a short moment before he once again hides his face under what remains of his velvet skirt. Why is he hiding? Why is he lying, here, where he knows it doesn't matter?

"You did nothing wrong."

"I did."

"No, to my understanding, you did not."

Frederic finally looks back up, facing me, with a look that hints of a warning of something as he asks back, "What did you understand?"

I, unfairly, knowing that this is his most vulnerable moment, says what I always wished someone would say to him in the original story and smiled. "The crystal picked at people's heart. It likes violence and power, yes, but it likes envy more."

Frederic's lips sets into a thin, tense line. That silence is all the answer I need to continue. "Uncle, under the influence of Dragon's Heart, you attacked both of your best friends tonight.-

"Stop."

You weren't envious of Leon for having Adeline's heart. No,

"Hey-!"

"You were jealous of something else."

"TATIANNA!!!"

It is now my turn to keep my silence. I stay quiet, as he wished, though my eyes never leave his even once. I took note of the tattered dress, the ripped seams of embroidery pattern that we came up with for nearly 3 weeks. The ripped floral decoration, that I knew he sewn himself in the dead of night in order to make it in time for this gala.

The shaking, wet yellow eyes, that threatens to spill over tears, the most telling sign of how devastated he was to have this as the outcome of what's supposed to be a happy day to his best friends and the kingdom.

Not his. Tonight is not meant for his happiness.

"I was jealous of their love."

The silence breaks gently with a soft, broken sigh of defeat. "I know that the moment I saw them, dancing in the center of attention, swaying away from the truth that they don't want to admit-- I felt despair."

"Why are they wasting their time like this? Why can't they see past their goddamn ego the reason why the world keeps bringing them back together? I..."

"Will I ever find it for me? Someone who takes as how I am?"

The confession broke through the dam that had been holding him back, the pillar that had kept him upright against the onslaught of terror to topple the kingdom crumbles, dragging down with it the mask of indifference that he had put on for the sake of his survival.

I put my hand on his shoulder, one at a time. When he didn't react, I slowly pull him into a hug, trying to envelope him as best I could with my lamentably tiny body and short arms.

"Pathethic, aren't I? To seek comfort from a kid..."

"Everyone cries, Frederic." is my response to his desperate, tightening grip. "Everyone cries. Even the gods."

As if he received permission, my friend cries as I hid his anguish from the world.

I cannot say to him that it will become better. That this terror is only starting, though its end is already clear. That there is no need for him to feel afraid.


But I can swear upon myself. I will it, as the witness of this world, that he will see his happy ending.

 

[Demireal]

Can I dump here too?

 

[RollieOwl]

Can I dump here too?

Go ahead! Have fun and go hogwild if you want!

 

[TheEldritchGod]

I once woke up out of a fever dream. I mean an actual 'I had a 101 fever and was hallucinating' dream. I immediately, upon waking up, wrote down the script for this auto drama in less than three hours, then I recorded it the next day.

This is what "emptying your head" looks like.

 

[Demireal]

- Golem, a construct of magical engineering, created by the brightest minds of sorcerers and artifactors. They come in many ways, little, big, toys and guards. They are rather expensive, as only sorcerers can afford and control them. They are like puppets with invisible strings that controls their every move. So, I have a question for you all. What if I get rid of the strings and give the puppet it's mind? I Damian Womir Jasau, the sorcerer of the 5th ri-

- Damian, there is no such thing as a sorcerer of the rings. Rings can't give powers, it's the soul and yo-

- My will and mind, I know that old man! Why you had to interrupt me in my speech!?

- Because, *Glances around* - We are in my house and there's nobody here.

- Well yeah? That's the point. If you didn't see that giant box over there that is clearly filled with mana-

- Spiritual energy.

- ... *Sigh* Spiritual energy and that it is pointing at me is called an recording instrument. As you could understand from its name it records everything that is in front of it. Then, it later reproduces the recorded image and sound into the hollow orb.

- The one that you've broken?

- The one that I modified! There's a big difference!

- I see, well then, continue.

- *cough* You wouldn't interrupt me now, will you?

- If you use real titles.

- *groan* okay... *Cough* I Damian Womir Jasau, Disciple of a Shaman Kurman Gazy have developed a way, to get rid of strings of the golems, and create the first artificial life in our world! And the name of it shall be Birinshi!

- First? You've named your golem First?

- Shh, old man. They wouldn't know. *Cough* Anyway, today, you all are going to witness history, as the first ever golem will come alive, when I charge the scheme with my spiritual energy! 3... 2..! 1!

*Click*

***

A man in a robe of black colors gazes towards the room filled with shamans, his eyes dyed red crimson, shining in the dim lit room.

- This is the last thing we have uncovered from the ruins of Kurman Gazy. The recording was stored inside the cracked hollow orb, and it shows only till this moment. You've all saw the results, of the aftermath. Now, it's only the decision that is left.

Silence ensued, as the Shamans looked at each other. They've never met anything like that in their lives. There were some instances of great Shamans capturing their minds inside the elements and living longer as an elementals, but a construct with a mind of its own was unheard of.

One of the Shamans stood up,his hands pressed on the table.

- The golem is dangerous, Monster horde level dangerous, and we mustn't wait. We have to get rid of it. We don't know of its abilities, but we know what its capable of. Kurmans funeral will be held tomorrow, beside his disciple.

The rooms temperature have lowered significantly, as the mood of the shamans have worsened.

- Then, it is settled. Do any of you have questions? - He glanced around the room. - If none, then the meeting is dismissed.

...

 

[RollieOwl]

I once woke up out of a fever dream. I mean an actual 'I had a 101 fever and was hallucinating' dream. I immediately, upon waking up, wrote down the script for this auto drama in less than three hours, then I recorded it the next day.

This is what "emptying your head" looks like.

Did you feel your head emptying after pouring this out? ?

 

[TheEldritchGod]

Did you feel your head emptying after pouring this out? ?

I got back to sleep. Close enough.

 

[RollieOwl]

Placeholder : Last Chime Observer

Tags : fantasy, other world, game, fourth wall skirting, religion, faith, angst

context : a dying guy found a game called observer where he can see lives on another world filled with fantasy. observing is all he did, until...

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It's only been 5 minutes since I left the laptop running, the Observer program running on 0.25 speed as usual when I notice that the situation escalates from harmless bickering to the beginning of a brawl. I nearly tripped on the bedframe trying to climb it, and immediately unmutes my microphone to send a message.

"He's going for a low kick."

I watch nervously as the message send and, Rivan reacting by dodging the kick, still in slow motion, and proceed to the next set of instruction.

"Right jab"

"Left hook"

"Fake hook, he's going for straight."

The instructions rolls off my tongue as short and concise as possible, accounting for the time I have to click the [send] button in order for it to actually be heard by Rivan. He's holding off rather well, especially since his class is closer to that of a mage than warrior to begin with.

Thankfully, the fight soon ends as a Rivan manages to sneak a near-lethal hit to the head of that chubby troublemaker, giving him enough time to freeze the floor and his opponent's leg in order to run away.

I let a sigh of relief when I see that he manages to get far enough away, and chuckled when I see that he's beginning to smile in the middle of his run.

Wanting to know the reason, I once again set the speed to normal, and hear him chuckle happily, the most open I ever have seen the boy did, as he asks aloud "Did I do well?"

Hearing this makes me laugh with him. I'll definitely ask what lead to this outcome, but for now, I'll- no, we shall enjoy the chase.

 

[Demireal]

Placeholder : Last Chime Observer

Tags : fantasy, other world, game, fourth wall skirting, religion, faith, angst

context : a dying guy found a game called observer where he can see lives on another world filled with fantasy. observing is all he did, until...

---

It's only been 5 minutes since I left the laptop running, the Observer program running on 0.25 speed as usual when I notice that the situation escalates from harmless bickering to the beginning of a brawl. I nearly tripped on the bedframe trying to climb it, and immediately unmutes my microphone to send a message.

"He's going for a low kick."

I watch nervously as the message send and, Rivan reacting by dodging the kick, still in slow motion, and proceed to the next set of instruction.

"Right jab"

"Left hook"

"Fake hook, he's going for straight."

The instructions rolls off my tongue as short and concise as possible, accounting for the time I have to click the [send] button in order for it to actually be heard by Rivan. He's holding off rather well, especially since his class is closer to that of a mage than warrior to begin with.

Thankfully, the fight soon ends as a Rivan manages to sneak a near-lethal hit to the head of that chubby troublemaker, giving him enough time to freeze the floor and his opponent's leg in order to run away.

I let a sigh of relief when I see that he manages to get far enough away, and chuckled when I see that he's beginning to smile in the middle of his run.

Wanting to know the reason, I once again set the speed to normal, and hear him chuckle happily, the most open I ever have seen the boy did, as he asks aloud "Did I do well?"

Hearing this makes me laugh with him. I'll definitely ask what lead to this outcome, but for now, I'll- no, we shall enjoy the chase.

I read manga like that, I don't remember the name but in the manga the man was a total waste, he was jobless and all, and thought fuck my life. Until he found a game that promised him the "real" fantasy rpg. It's pretty cool, because the more the man looked at "NPCs" the more he got motivated, he found a job, and started talking to people just to donate it into a game and help npc