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

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• comment: word list

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I couldn't think of a better candidate for this, and I should be ashamed of my in-joke and have changed the name, but I refuse. Also, you don't see her pretending to know everything, just them believing she does.

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“I still don't know how Father found out about it. He should never have known,” Stratford pouted, kicking at the dirt in frustration. Whistler looked up from his book and shook his head. The plan was foolish, and his friend should have known better, but Stratford was like that—always thinking of crazy schemes and assuming he could get away with them.

“You don't know how he knew?”

Stratford looked back at him, frowning. “You're not saying...?”

“Do not pretend to ignorance. It has never become you. You are not a fool, even if sometimes you wish to act like one.”

Stratford grunted, dropping down next to Whistler. “I don't understand, though. How did your mother know?”

Whistler snorted. “She's my mother. She knows everything.”

The other boy sighed. “I hate that. It shouldn't be possible. No one's mind can retain all that information, for one thing, and for another—she cannot be everywhere at once. She is not a goddess, she's not omnipresent. She's just a nosy woman with strict rules and a spoon that should be considered a dangerous weapon.”

“Mother is not a cook, nor does she does not carry a giant spoon everywhere. You are being absurd,” Whistler told him. Stratford glared at him. Whistler closed his book. He did not know that he would ever convince his friend that his mother was not a spoon-wielding maniac, but then Stratford did have the bad sense to misbehave too often when a spoon was within reach.

“Your mother is a nasty mean hag, Whistler. I don't know how you can stand her.”

Whistler frowned. “She is my mother, and she is not so mean as—if you did not disobey so much you wouldn't think so cruelly of her. Remember, those that discipline—”

“Discipline is not love,” Stratford insisted. He leaned back against the tree. “I suppose it is the only time I get much of my father's attention, when he is busy berating me for some fault, and that must be the only form of love you know—but no, it can't be because if it was, you would misbehave more yourself. Instead you're this annoying sort of perfection. Has she beaten all resistance out of you already?”

Whistler was tempted to beat someone, but it was not his mother. “She is not the monster you would make her. You are stubborn, wilful, and insistent on breaking the rules that you see only that part of her that would restrain you and you see as something evil. She is not as you fear or believe.”

Stratford made a derisive snort. “You say that because you have to. You're her son. To you, she must be good because she is your mother. You must love her because she is your mother. It does not matter that she is an unholy creature risen from the depths of the sea and come to terrorize the populace into obedience.”

Whistler would have laughed at that if not for the tale-tell sound of skirts behind him.

“Admit, Whistler, if she wasn't your mother, you'd hate her. Tell me, is she a gorgon or a—”

“Boys.” Stratford jumped, glaring at Whistler for failing to warn him, which Whistler ignored because he rather deserved it for what he'd said. “You are late for your lessons and your supper.”

“How did you know where we were?” Stratford asked, looking around them. This wasn't their typical spot, nor was it all that open and visible, also accounting for her ability to arrive undetected by the magistrate's son.

Whistler's mother said nothing, giving Stratford a look. He grimaced, lowering his head before she walked away.

“I told you,” Whistler said. “She's Mother. She knows everything.”

Stratford shuddered.

[scribblemyname]

Cute. Very cute. Though yes discipline is love. Without it, the grown-up has to get all the hard knocks from life, which are much worse, and rarely knows how to handle them.

[(Anonymous)]

:)

Yes, it is love. The one he reproved he loves, or something close to that. Better a kid learn as a child what to do instead of believing they will always get their way or that their way is right.