On Prompts and Fiction
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So I've a friend in need of prompts and I collect prompts like candy, even getting a ton of fic written to them besides being chronically behind.
So. Throw in prompts, write to prompts, comment on prompts, whatever pleases you.
PROMPT MASTERLIST
Text Prompts
Other Prompts
So. Throw in prompts, write to prompts, comment on prompts, whatever pleases you.
- Canon (fandom or original)
- Character and/or pairing (optional)
- Prompt (can be text or image - detailed as you want)
PROMPT MASTERLIST
Text Prompts
- any, who turned out the lights: filled
- any, any/any, we could have danced all night
- He/she knew something was wrong when the regular tipped more than usual.
- "I'm not the girl you once put your faith in just someone who looks like me."
- "So better take the keys and drive forever / Staying won't put these futures back together / All the perfect drugs and superheroes / Wouldn't be enough to bring me up to zero."
- "Get out while you can / Baby, I'm pouring quicksand / And sinking is all I had planned / So better just go."
- "You look like a perfect fit / For a girl in need of a tourniquet."
- "And you will say / That you're making headway / And put it in overdrive / But you're mistaking speed / For getting what you need / And never even noticing / You never do arrive."
- "And you're powered by / The hopeful lie / That it's just around the bend."
- Author's Choice, You're all the time believing / The Very Best In All, / The Devil Was An Angel, / But He Took A Little Fall, / Oooh, You Keep Your Guard Up, / For The Lurkers In The Dark, / The Day You Let It Down, / Your Chased Through The Park: filled
- "I'll get a pen and make a list / And give you my analysis / But I can't write this story / With a happy ending / / Was I the bullet or the gun / Or just the target drawn upon / A wall that you decided / Wasn't worth defending?"
- MCU, ex-Winter Soldier (or pre-WS Bucky Barnes), A soldier on my own, I don't know the way / I'm riding up the heights of shame / I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest / I'm ready for the fight and fate
- Leverage, Parker(/any), Money or Person?
- Two people each about to pull the last flower from the garden/meadow/place.
- The one where they've grown up best friends and everybody but them realizes they're practically together: filled
- any, home is a person you cannot live without: filled
- any, this is the way we say goodbye (it's not how we said hello): filled
- Agents of SHIELD, Melinda May/Andrew Garner, culinary catastrophe
- any, "Technically, I didn't actually blow up the oven—just the spaghetti squash inside it.": filled
- any, "Is that your solution for all problems? Tea?" "You should try it.": filled
- any, she only pretends to know everything (but everyone believes she does): filled
- any, you're the answer and I am the question: filled
- any, 5 reasons they would never work and 1 reason they totally do: filled
- "Je ne t'ai pas vu partir / Ni entendu la porte claquer / C'est un peu facile a dire / Après quelques annees" — ("I didn't see you / leave / Or hear the door shut / That is easy to say / After a few years")
- any, friend is a part of you in someone else's body: filled
- any, any brothers, reconciliation: filled
- Kingdoms and Thorn, "In the hearts of men / In the arms of mothers / In the parts we play to convince others / We know what we're doing / We're doing it right."
- "Vous savez bien / Que dans le fond he n'en crois rien / Mais cependant je veux encore / Ecouter ce mot que j'adore / Votre voix aux sons caressants / Qui le murmure en fremissant / Me berce de sa belle histoire / Et malgre moi je veux y croire" — (You know well / That in the end I believe nothing / But in the meantime I want again / To hear the word I adore / Your voice and your caresses / That murmur in trembling / Soothe me in its beautiful story / And in spite of myself I want to believe)
- There is something utterly depressing about having to remove the carpet from one's home and knowing those bare floors are going to stay that way for a long time. It's like having poverty and failure stare you in the face every time you take a step.
- "I bruise you, you bruise me / We both bruise too easily / Too easily to let it show."
- "You said you liked storms / So I let you in / / Turns out you can only handle a little rain / And I am a hurricane."
- "If I could say anything, anything / What would it be? / Good question for our destined reality / I would tell you that I love you / Even when it didn't show / I would tell you that I love you, baby / By now I hope you know."
- "If your mind is always moving / It's hard to get your heart off the ground / Yeah, your mind was always moving / Your thoughts never made a sound."
- "You got my heart on a string / You want me back and you know / I'll do anything / Just when I thought I was free / Knock knock the door is locked / But you still got a key."
- Doing laundry like this: [link]
- "Today I realized, / You didn't care anymore / / And then I realized / You probably never did anyways. / / And the saddest part of it all / Is that you made me believe you did."
- "A perfect relationship isn't actually perfect at all. It consists of two people who never give up on each other despite any hurt or pain."
- "Never forget what someone says to you while drunk. Drunk confessions are sober thoughts."
- Come tell me your story to unload your glorious grief / Where you are the valet of honor and I am the thief / And don't ever mention the stains that you left on my track / How from a beautiful girl I became someone ruined and wrecked / Was all in your back, all in your back / / So I spin in the dance of your absence and put on a show / But why do I smile baby, you of all people should know / The one that you loved died a long time ago...
- And all those things I didn't say / Wrecking balls inside my brain / I will scream them loud tonight / Can you hear my voice this time / / This is my fight song / Take back my life song / Prove I'm alright song / My power's turned on / Starting right now I'll be strong / I'll play my fight song / And I don't really care if nobody else believes / Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me
- Hey now don't you runaway, don't you runaway. / You're safe. / Hey now don't you be afraid, don't you be afraid. / You're safe.
- So slow down / There's some kind of blessing here / But you have missed your cue / / So keep your eyes set on the horizon / On the line where blue meets blue / And I would let that silver lining / Where I know it'd find you soon / / 'Cause I have sailed a 1000 ships to you / But my messages don't seem to make it through
- The whole world is watching / When you rise. / The whole world is beating / For you right now. / Your whole life is flashing / Before your eyes. / It's all in this moment that changes all. / / What are you waiting for? / What are you fighting for? / Cause time's always slipping away.
- I'm gonna run to the edge of the world / Run to the edge of the world / Feel that I'm gonna get home if I try
- Shadowboxing the other half / Learning how to react / I've spent most of my time / / Catching my breath, letting it go, / Turning my cheek for the sake of the show / Now that you know, this is my life, / I won't be told what's supposed to be right
Other Prompts
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Date: 2015-06-04 12:31 am (UTC)“It's dark. Turn on the lights.”
“No one turned them off.”
Beauregard shook his head. He knew what he saw, and he knew what he didn't see, and that wasn't any form of light. No sunlight, no fluorescents or artificial source, no candlelight. Everything in this room was dark, darker than it should be, the kind of dark that meant danger and a criminal nearby. He braced himself, ready for the attack.
“Turn on the lights. Now. Let me see who I'm dealing with. Least you can do is face me honestly.”
“Dad, the lights are on. You just can't see that because you can't see anything,” the man told him, and Beauregard frowned. He lifted up a hand, turning it over, but everything in front of him remained black. That much seemed true, but it couldn't be right.
“I'm not blind.”
“It's hopefully temporary,” the voice went on, and he listened to its inflection, trying to determine the truth from the way it was spoken. “The doctors aren't sure yet, but they think that part isn't permanent. They're optimistic about your motor function and—”
“And the lies can stop any time now,” Beauregard cut him off, using the only weapon he had, his voice. “I don't have a son. So you can turn back on the lights and let me go. You sound like a young man, maybe mid-to late twenties, average height, probably average weight, though without you moving around I cannot tell for certain. I'd guess you to be one of the Nelson brothers. Now that I know that much, you can let me go.”
“Zut,” the other man said, and Beauregard remembered that tone, that inflection—so like the one he hated in his father's voice, but that was not his father. Too young for that, much too young. “They don't think the memory thing is temporary, though I think sometimes I'd rather you stayed blind than kept forgetting me. Just go back to sleep, Dad. Maybe when you wake up again, you'll remember.”
“Remember what? That I have a son that doesn't exist who has me locked in some kind of basement to torture me—and good use of the French, by the way, you know I hated my father and the way he used it, do you? How'd you—”
“Listen to the other things besides my voice. The faint hum of the ventilation system. The irregular beeping of your monitors. The smell of the disinfectant. Industrial grade. You would know—you made me memorize the difference between the different types of them when I was nine. As for how much you loathed Grandpa Villines—that's your poorest kept secret, and I still don't know why you made me learn French when you hate hearing it, but I always assumed it was part of your endless mantra of making me a better detective.”
Something nagged at the back of Beauregard's mind, and he reached for it, yanking it toward him with desperation and need and maybe even some hope. “Trace?”
“Yeah, Dad. It's me. I'm here. I've been here every day since you got shot.”
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Date: 2015-06-04 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-06-04 06:31 pm (UTC)These two fascinate me, but I was nervous about going into Beauregard's head because I've only seen from Trace and Emma's perspective and was afraid to tackle the brain damage part of things.
They have volumes worth of history for between the lines. You know me. :P