On Prompts and Fiction

[scribblemyname]

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.

1. Canon (fandom or original)


2. Character and/or pairing (optional)


3. Prompt (can be text or image - detailed as you want)

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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

• comment: image


• comment: image


• comment: image


• comment: link


• comment: word list

Comments

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

THat was a really cool story, don't apologise - and I *did* say "author's choice", and that was lovely. I'm now intrigued by Beauregard and Emma and their dynamic :D

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, thank you. I'm glad you liked it despite the confusion and unintentional usurping of the prompt.

I have in mind a scene with Beauregard telling her some stories now. If I get it written, I can maybe post it as a comment.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

There was no usurping done! It's a prompt-collecting post, and I prompted Author's choice! :D

I'd love to read that, send me a link to it if you do :)

[scribblemyname]

Just chiming in to second this. I love it when my friends start prompting/reading each other, so please go to town.

Beauregard Tells Possible Tall-Tales 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

Okay. Well, here is that scene. (I figured here was good a place as any until I get some issues resolved and can use my website again.)

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“...So there I am, surrounded by dozens of agents, all of them with their guns drawn, weapons pointed straight at little old me, and that is the exact moment when my stomach decides that it's had enough of this no pastrami nonsense. and growls. I'm not talking about the quiet kind of low gurgle someone your size might have, but that big belly churning rumble that could move mountains and echoes like the inside of the Tin Man,” Beauregard said, and Emma almost spilled her coffee as she laughed. She set the cup down, wiping up the table with her hand. He smiled at her, that crooked one of his caused by the nerve damage on the side of his face, enjoying her reaction. “And I said, 'well, I know one thing for sure. I'm not the one that stole the sandwich.'”

She shook her head. “Mr. Villines, that's terrible.”

“Beauregard,” he corrected, again, though she tended to stick to the formality for the times when he didn't recognize her. That was just easier on all of them. Trace she thought took it the hardest, and while he did his best not to show his reaction when his father lost track of his memories, she knew it hurt. She didn't know how he stood it half the time. “I finished up by telling them if they gave me a pastrami on rye, I could tell them who their killer was by the time I was half done with it.”

She tried not to giggle. She knew it was silly, and her old supervisor at the hospital would have said it was unprofessional. “You act like pastrami is to you what spinach is to Pop-Eye.”

“Who?”

“Pop-Eye. You know, the sailor? Had a girlfriend, Olive Oyl—”

“Don't let him fool you. He knows who Pop-Eye is. This is just part of the way he tells the story,” Trace said, struggling with his necktie as he entered the room. He went over to his father's side and put his hands on Beauregard's shoulders, giving up on the tie. “Dad, if you're going to torture Emma with stories, at least skip the Kilgerman one. I had that one memorized when I was eight.”

“You had half the encyclopedia memorized when you were eight,” Beauregard said, smiling with pride. Trace's answering smile was forced and far from sincere. “Besides, your wife likes my stories. She's a good listener.”

The first few times Beauregard had made that assumption, Trace had taken great pains to explain to his father that it was nothing like that, that she was a professional and deserved to be treated that way, that she had her own life and home and it was no business of theirs. Now, though, he just sighed.

“Emma is a very generous person.”

“That she is. And she likes my stories, unlike someone I know,” Beauregard said, looking up at his son and challenging him to argue that point.

“You need new stories,” Trace told him, giving his shoulder a squeeze before leaning his head against his father's good side. “Of course, you've need those since I was a kid.”

Beauregard laughed. “No, I can just tell her all of yours.”

“Nothing to tell there,” Trace said, moving a hand to ruffle his father's hair, careful to avoid the scar. “Trace Villines is a pale imitation of the legendary Beauregard. End of story.”

“That's not true,” Emma objected. They both looked at her, and she flushed, put on the spot. She swallowed, trying not to wilt under the interrogator gaze they shared. “There are lots of stories. The one about the missing poodle, the time you found the thief stealing the robin's eggs out of the nests, the one where you won the science fair—”

“I was homeschooled,” Trace interrupted, not half as amused as the others were. “He did tell you that in all that fiction he spun, didn't he?”

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[(Anonymous)]

She nodded. “It's still a cute story. You wanting a science fair and all the exhibits you made, your little experiments and—”

“And on that note, I am out the door,” Trace said, shaking his head as Emma grinned. She did think that was just about the cutest story she'd ever heard, though she knew it was bittersweet, too. Trace must have had a pretty lonely childhood, no one around but his father. They were close, but he should have had some friends his own age, too.

“Where are you going?”

“They asked me to consult on a case and hopefully will pay me more than a pastrami sandwich for doing so.”

“It's not about the money. Not even about the recognition.”

“It never is, Dad,” Trace agreed. “Behave while I'm gone.”

“Who is the parent here?” Beauregard asked, though his tone was so childish he should have stuck his tongue out at his son.

“I have no idea, but je peux appeler un chat un chat,” Trace told him, dodging Beauregard's attempt to swat him and making his way to the door. Emma reached for her cup and used it to hide a smile. She could watch those two for hours, just like she could listen to Beauregard's stories forever. Her dad would have loved them, too. She could picture him sitting in the other chair and swapping the same kind of stories, though his would have been about catching fish, not catching criminals.

“You mind that clutch!” Beauregard called after him. “She's tricky.”

“I know. I've only been driving that thing since I was seven.”

“Now who's exaggerating?” Emma asked, and Trace rolled his eyes before pulling the door shut behind him.

“He's not, actually,” Beauregard said, and she turned to him with a frown, trying to decide if the two of them were working together to pull one over on her this time. He smiled. “Obviously, I haven't told you this story yet. You'd remember it for sure. Now, let's see... You'd have been proud of him. That boy has the calmest head in a crisis. I don't think I've seen the like in grown men and veterans, not even in the strongest of mothers. No, you should have seen it. There I am, wrapping up this forgery thing, thinking I'm dealing with a couple of prize losers—they didn't know pastrami from parchment—and I've got it in the bag. I tell Trace 'wait in the car; I'll just be a minute.' Next thing I know, I'm stumbling out bleeding all over creation, trying to decide how anyone that stupid got a hold of a gun, and I get to the car, almost fall in the window. He jumps over to the driver's seat, digs out the first aid kit, and shoves it at me as he starts her up. He was so small he barely reached the peddles, but he doesn't let that stop him. No, he gets her in first and tells me to tell him when to turn. Somehow we ended up at the hospital without wrecking, small miracle because I don't remember most of that trip and was barely conscious when we got there, but as they start yelling at him for joyriding and blocking the entrance he's telling them how long ago I was shot, how much blood he figures I've lost, how responsive I've been, and taking the blame for not monitoring my heartbeat.”

“He was driving, though. At seven. Driving a stick shift without being able to see.”
Beauregard held up his hands. “What can I say? You know the guy. He always figures there was something more he should have done or should be doing.”

Emma nodded. That she'd figured out day one, when Trace wouldn't stop trying to clean even though he was dead on his feet, she told him she could handle it, and he was supposed to be working. He still tried to take on more of Beauregard's care than he needed to—she'd been hired to do all that, but she knew Trace would do it himself if he could.

“All right,” she said, setting down the empty cup and leaning forward. “Truth time. How much of that story really happened?”

Beauregard just laughed.

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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

I am really enjoying these stories. Have you written more with them, or are they new creations?

Re: Beauregard Tells Possible Tall-Tales 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

They're slightly new. I did write a few parts before the promptathon. All total, which does include the parts I posted here, I have a little over 9,000 words. Or twelve scenes, only nine of which are complete.

Re: Beauregard Tells Possible Tall-Tales 2/2

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Awesome :D

Re: Beauregard Tells Possible Tall-Tales 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

I used them for one of the other prompts, and if you're interested in seeing any of what I haven't posted, I can get it to you.

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[scribblemyname]

These ARE fun. Lovely.

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[(Anonymous)]

:) It was nice to do fun stuff, since life is... very not fun at the moment and a lot of this particular story is more on the angsty side.