A lot of my prompt ideas came from dreams where I accidently built a story around them like the latest one I suggested about the sweets shop

I write a prompt with an idea in mind for my own and I hope to see others interpretations unfortunately my posts never really pick up slack other than the prompt me post I did a while ago which was fun

I only really feel comfortable posting my own when I see others interacting with the prompt and if no one does is it even a decent prompt? So why try even if I have this idea stuck in my head 😓

To be fair when I'm the only contributor I can see why it would look like that 😅

My hope is for anyone who is comfortable enough to share their ideas and then people can build off those ideas and write their own versions of the stories using what is brought to the world 😁

R/FantasyWeBuild

I actually requested to advertise it through here a while ago I was told it didn't fit the goal Writing prompts aims for their contributors😅

Is Userflair something I can do on my own?

The last character I actively sat down and wrote is technically a fish humanoid person called a Maraqui her name is Kaia and she delivers mail to tribes. In her debut story she was swept up in a storm and caught in a net and got a hook stuck inside trying to escape. But she's been in my brain for a long time I only just wrote the start of her story today

The last person that I'd say I created from almost nothing is a girl that is known as 'The Lost One of Vanity' her name's Tufani and she grew up in an arid city that prospered due to it's dances that brought forth the forces of nature which drove their cities economy on trade, she has dark skin with white patches this harmless skin condition is known as vitiligo and when she was born some believed her to be a blessing, but because her mother died giving birth some belief her to be a warning against using the dances to aid their city.

The day she was supposed to graduate some of her peers decided to pull a nasty prank, they slicked the stage in candle oil placed caltrops beneath the stage and snipped the lace of her shoe, when she was about the dance and bring forth the forces of nature she crashed through the stage pierced her legs and face on the caltrops and cried asking if she was still beautiful. She lost control of her emotions letting Vanity take her over and she split apart into gushing black shards of a mirror slicing down anyone that could see her. She wasn't aware of what she was doing only filled with the desire to not be seen wounded and when she woke from her rampage her wounds were healed but her city was half decimated with most everyone gone.

>!(I have a Reddit with a bunch of stuff like this if anyone's interested in more and you can share stuff if you want to as well 😁!<

Hoped that would build the world without going further in detail, Ty 😁

Appreciate the input 😁

I'll be honest I completely forgot I set up a timeline with the Bethlehem introduction but I personally don't see mother nature as always personified more so it was always a thing and at some point was given a voice that being the mother of mother nature, so before she made the wish it was just the way of nature, because death has to exist for her to wish none could die by the genies wish right?

So nature was a thing and until it was given a voice it had no reason now nature has a voice of reason which is mother nature. If that made any sense? XD she'd decide whose life is more precious to save if it can, edit: or if death would be more merciful

"So I can have any wish?" I raised my hand to my chin in thought holding the gold lamp billowing with smoke in the other.

"You can't wish for death, life or love but in contrast to all other possibilities it's practically infinite though of course more wishes are out of the question. The Genie crossed their purple smooth almost shimmery arms and gave a stern unwavering look, they'd probably been asked this 1000's of times and had gotten sick of repeating it.

"I wish for super natural Charisma." My eyes were wide with anticipation.

The Genie circles me in their smoke trail and stares deep into my soul the unfeeling weight of their gaze was deafening in it's silence. "That's a very dangerous ability, the last time I granted that you humans had your 2nd world war, had the instigator not been so Charismatic he would not have been the cause of so much death."

"Are you saying you won't grant it?" I couldn't hide my face of betrayal as it turned to a sneer.

"Of course not, but in all my centuries I find it beneficial to warn keepers of the lamp of the possible unintended harm they could cause. But if you're sure then take my vessel in hand and make your first wish." They gesture their deep purple hand to the lamp and cross their arms again giving their usual deadpan expression.

I hold the lamp in both hands and rub the lid, flecks of gold shimmer over the touched surface as I speak nervously. "I wish for Super Natural Charisma."

The Genie clicks their fingers and in an instant I'm consumed in a shimmery purplish pink smoke and find myself in exactly the same position feeling the same. "I don't... feel any different." I bring my hand to my head trying to feel any sign of change.

"Charisma is a state of mind you'll understand soon, now you have 2 wishes left." The genie once again crossed their arms patiently.

I feel my mind almost buzzing with a singular thought that hadn't occurred to me before, I put my hand down and speak to the genie staring directly up into its intense gaze "Only 2?"

They nodded. "Yes, as you may recall from the rules I stated a moment ago."

More new thoughts buzz to the surface of my mind and I couldn't help but feel it was right to say. "It's just the way you spoke of the rules, the last one feels out of place... Where exactly did these rules come from? Who sets them? Why must they be followed?" My expression is between fascination and thought.

"If you must know mortal the wish rules were set by previous wish makers who sacrificed their humanity just to prevent certain wishes and they became the only ones who could grant or wield the wish. The first was a boy in Bethlehem he wished no one could come back from the dead, created a religion on his mothers word as a virgin and started a religion in faith of his miracles, so now I cannot bring back the dead. Another wished for no one to wish for love so he'd be the soul decider of who may love another with his bow and arrow. As for wishing for death that was asked by what you may refer to as mother nature she wished for no death by my wishes so she became a force of a natural order, by granting life she also dooms that creature to die." The genie seemed quite into telling this tale, must not be every decade it gets to tell the story of why the rules are the way they are.

"And what of the no more wishes rule?" I watch intently.

"That is not a rule imposed by any mortal nor myself, it is but a limitation set by my creator. It knew if humans had too much it would destroy the very world they call home" the genie stared up into the clouds longfully.

Again my mind started buzzing with what it felt like was a perfect thought. "I wish to meet your creator,"