the island of misfit prompts.

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(thank you dyslexic for giving us this beauty)

Because sometimes you can't decide what meme to post to and you'd rather choose from a bunch of random prompts instead.



1. You're trapped in a McDonald's. It's only a matter of time until the McNuggets run out or the McFlurry machine breaks …
2. You're trapped in an elevator and it's like that M. Night Shamawhatever movie so the devil is haunting you in it and you're probably going to die.
3. You're trapped in one of those giant meat freezers and slowly freezing to death with the other person in the thread. Will you huddle together for warmth like Seth Green in that one move?
4. tfln. Every good random prompt meme needs tfln.
5. mpreg. See above. Aliens? Genetic mutations? That breeding stable meme redux? It happened, and now you've got to get your shit together.
6. You have a big secret to tell the other person and now is your only chance. You're probably on your deathbed idk.
7. You woke up naked in a hotel room with the other person and no clue how you got there. This is some The Hangover-type shit.
8. Kinky times. Because every random meme needs a smut prompt, too. Get your 50 Shades of Grey on.
9. Body horror. You and/or person b are mutating into a zombie/robot/vampire/furry/cthulu/etc. and it's freaky as hell.
10. Disney time. You and person b are now acting out the Disney movie of your choice.
11. Roadtrip! One car, one … cup?
12. Ghost, Patrick Swayze style. You or person b is a ghost, and now you're trying to communicate with them from the other side. (NO POTTERY.)
13. Human centipede. I'll leave this one up for interpretation.
14. Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You and person b are both keeping huge secrets from each other, but one of you is getting ~~suspicious~~!
15. High school AU. What it says on the tin.
16. ZOMBIES!!!!!! Were you bitten? Are you hiding out in a shack somewhere in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland?
17. A raccoon is trapped in the house and now you and person b have to figure out how the fuck to kill it.
18. You're dying a slow tragic death so you better get those last words the fuck out.
19. You're possessed by a ghost/demon/yeerk/whatever the fuck. Fight for dominance or … don't, no one actually gives a shit.
20. You're connected by a red string of fate to the other person and you follow it and find them and hook up?

Comments

[ashsexual]

[Sheila's a bit preoccupied with her modern marvel of a dessert to notice.

She eats a bit more than half of it before setting the spoon down - inside the cup? Inside the cup. That's what the lid thing is made for.]

How are we to escape this... McDonald's? Ashley?

[Because even though staying around this much possible food could be a great idea, the Deadites outside the place are kinda worrisome.]

[boomsticking]

[Oh, he notices that. He's never seen her nibble so enthusiastically before. He likes watching her enjoy herself, anyway, so he makes no comment upon her excitement. Then she's speaking and damn, he has to remember what she's talking about.]

Two words: grease bomb.

[ashsexual]

Grease bomb?

[She frowns a bit at this, mostly because she's trying to figure it out for herself.]

Surely we'll make it out unscathed?

[boomsticking]

Yep. Oughta send 'em flying forty feet back. Then we get in the car and we go.

[Pause for him to let her primitive mind catch up.]


That's the key, baby. You set it on fire and by the time it goes up, you're miles away...basically.

We just have to save Jimmy Stewart behind the counter there on our way out.

[Big cheesy grin and wave for the poor service industry kid stuck behind the counter and in there with them.]

[ashsexual]

[Hey now. Sheila's a bit more intelligent than you give her credit for sometimes, Mister Williams.

She gives him a nod of understanding in response. Then her hand is creeping to pull the McFlurry cup back to her. If they're going to set things on fire, she's going to either A.) finish this treat or B.) take it with her.

Priorities.]

Of course.

[boomsticking]

[Yeah, well - he's still a little bit of a jackass sometimes, Sheila - forgive him.

And he quite appreciates your commitment to sugar, Sheila. Like, a lot.

Ash squirms around to check on him - the poor kid looks like he wants to pee his pants, but he's still alive.]

We'll rig up the hoses and drain it into the kitchen, then run like hell after we light it up. Understand?

[ashsexual]

I s'ppose.

[She's frowning. But it's nearly impossible to tell between spoonfuls of ice cream.

He better tell her about brainfreeze. Or else she'll be in for a terrible surprise.]

Just show me what it is I must help with. And I shall do my best.

[boomsticking]

[His eyebrow quirks.]

What is there to understand? You see fire, you run, got it?

[He never gets brain freeze. UH OH.]

[ashsexual]

Well - did ye need help with the preparations? [Like previously stated - she is smarter than she looks. And not a helpless damsel all the time.]

Anyone could run from fire. That's well enough motivation in itself is it not?

[Duh.]

[boomsticking]

Yeah. Gonna need you to help me spread some grease around. Me, I'm gonna figure out how to lure the bastards closer.

[Eyebrow quirk and a Very Weird Look.]

Right. I knew that.

[ashsexual]

Ye could just walk out the front entrance. Usually does the trick well enough.

[Sheila mumbles this while sheepishly averting her eyes, trying her best not to crack a smile. She has a bit more ice cream then scrunches up her features. Oh boy. Brain freeze incoming. Poor thing doesn't even know what it is.]

This pains me so, Ashley. [Scrunch.] Surely this dessert is not making me sick?

[boomsticking]

[Cue the poutiest pout.]

It's not like I mean for this shit to get hairy.

[His face crinkles in worried confusion for a minute. Then he gets it.]

You ate too fast, baby. It gave you brain freeze.

[ashsexual]

[He's rather precious when he makes that face. But Sheila is too preoccupied with the fact that her brain is frozen? What is this sorcery?]

My brain is frozen? Ah - I s'ppose it does feel like that...

[She hisses softly, eyes squeezing shut as she sits there, keeping perfectly still.]

What does... one do... once their brain freezes? Surely there's some cure.

[She doesn't want death by ice cream. No.]

[boomsticking]

[Noo, Ash isn't cute. He's MANLY. He reaches across the table.]

It's just a figure of speech.

[Then he rubs the middle of her forehead gently with the tip of his thumb.]

Feeling better?

[ashsexual]

[Cute and manly.]

Oh. Well.

[She shuts her eyes again as she tries relaxing.]

Um - a bit. Yes. [The slightest nod.] Thank ye.

[boomsticking]

[MANLY AND CUTE.

His hand's not leaving, though.]

I could stick my tongue in there for awhile. Maybe that'd help.

[Hello smirk.]

[ashsexual]

I do believe there are slightly more pressing issues at hand, m'lord...

[He might be smirking, but she's glaring at him, her eyes narrowing just a bit. They can make out all he wants after they escape the McDonald's. Priorities.]

[boomsticking]

Baby, there's always time for sugar.

[Hand patting knee under table. But just a little.]

Fine. I'm getting an orange soda. Then? Deadites flambe.

[ashsexual]

[He's totally touching her knee inappropriately in public. She swats his hand away. Giving him this look. Because really.]

[boomsticking]

[Yeah he is. Whatcha gonna do..ow! Well, he didn't want her to do that.]

S'cuse me. I was just trying to cool you off.

[He gets up and comes back with a soda. And the counter kid, who's sweating bullets.]

Okay change of plans: we're gonna flame throw 'em to death.

[ashsexual]

[Sheila gets up from her seat shortly after Ash does, and she paces a bit, wringing her hands until he comes back.]

Flamethrow? [She stops in her tracks, head tilting to the side.]

[boomsticking]

[Ash just points to the grease-laden hose the kid's dragging behind him. That's years of deep fried fat,and all of it's gonna be expelled, flaming, through the hose and out the door, versus spilled all over the resteraunt.]

We use this and light it. That way the place stays whole and they go up like roman candles.

[ashsexual]

[That poor child. Sheila gives him a slight smile, one that's hopefully reassuring. She really doesn't know what else to do. Ash would whine if she verbally apologized for this insanity.]

Right. Of course. How shall I assist, m'lord?

[boomsticking]

[Ash takes the hose and approaches the glass.]

You get to light the match.\

[Her hand's small enough and less liable to be scorched when the counter dude lets 'er rip.]

[ashsexual]

Surely that is--

[Sigh. Whatever. Of course it's dangerous, but she just offered to help, didn't she? There's no backing down now.]

Aye, m'lord.

[Even though she oh so desperately wants to roll her eyes.]