amazonwarrior711 said to alloftheprompts:I’ve been looking everywhere for female superhero prompts. Think you could help me?
Hi! I hope this helps:
Someone tries to design a revealing costume for your superhero, one that has little to do with her powers, and she protests.
The local superhero teams is an all boy club and your superhero fights to get in.
Alternatively, she starts her own.
Your superhero is constantly being underestimated by male villains.
Your superhero gets asked by press the most ridiculous questions like “what does your boyfriend think about this” and “who looks after the kids while you’re fighting crime” and “aren’t you worried you’ll stay single if you keep this up?”
Okay, but how do your superhero’s abilities affect her periods?
Your character starts campaigns to empower women, even those with no superpowers.
Your superhero joins a campaign against harrassment.
Your superhero is supertired of the media paying more attention to her costumes and/or love life than to her heroic deeds.
No one is designing toys etc. based on your superhero so as awkward as it is, she does it herself because their existence is important to little girls.
“Are they really paying attention to a wardrobe malfunction when we’re facing a possible end of the world here?”
Your superhero does something traditionally regarded as feminine in her mundane life and she isn’t ashamed at all.
Your character and another superpowered woman are constantly pitted against each other by the media.
Them: You’re a creative writing major?
Me: Yes.
Them: What do you write?
Me: Stories.
Them: Stories about what?
Me: People. Places. Experiences. How am I supposed to condense myself down to a single genre to make small chat with a stranger? Fiction is finding truth within a lie–how am I supposed to encapsulate my style, my point of view, my witty tangents or otherwise nonsensical wanderings in to some A, B, C or D–none of the above categories for you? Don’t ask me what I write, ask me what I don’t write, the answer to that question is considerably shorter. What I write about one day may not be what I write about the next. There’s fiction, nonfiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, novels, novellas–these are all free game. What I like to write may become what I hate, what I hate to write may become what I love. I don’t dare compartmentalize my inspiration into a single category because limits be damned. Furthermore, I don’t see why–
Them: *backs aways slowly*
Me: *gestures towards crotch aggressively* *writes blog post*
starry-eyed 