On Prompts and Fiction
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scribblemynameSo 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
The Right Partner 1/2
Date: 2015-06-17 12:36 pm (UTC)“And then he went and stepped on my foot,” Cadence fumed, arms folded over her chest, the injured foot tapping on the ground. She hadn't been this angry in a long time, not since the last of her father's ridiculous edicts on her behaviour, and she wished she could hit something. She knew it wasn't ladylike, but then she wasn't sure she knew how to do anything ladylike, despite Edith's efforts to teach her. She didn't blame her former governess. She blamed herself. “So much for grace and elegance in the form. He was clumsier than that wounded marionette you carved for Stratford.”
Dare laughed, and she turned toward him with a frown. “You think all of this is funny? Even what I said about your carving?”
He gave her a slight smile, turning his head to the side as he did. “It danced better than you.”
She sighed. The worst part of it all was that Dare was right. The dancing lessons had been horrible. She had done as much as she could to avoid them, but she'd reached the end of her father's limited tolerance and the bottom of what Edith called her bag of tricks. She was that age now. Parties were expected of an earl's daughter, and an earl's daughter had to dance better than any other girl there. She had to be prettier and the most well-behaved and wear the best—most ridiculous and obnoxious—dress there.
“You're only laughing because you're not a girl. If you had to learn to dance, you'd hate it, too.”
Accent thick with his wounded pride, Dare frowned at her. “You think I am incapable of dancing.”
“I didn't say that,” Cadence said, though she supposed she should have guarded her words better. She knew that some people—her father included—treated him like a simpleton because he struggled with their language at times, but Dare wasn't stupid. He was clever and funny, and she didn't care if she only understood part of what he said. “I said you wouldn't like it.”
Dare rose, crossing over to her side. “Dancing is like art. Art is like beauty kept forever.”
“Whistler told you that, didn't he?”
Dare nodded, holding out his hand. “Edie said I was better than he was. That his art looked like a funny painting with a big nose.”
“Did he kiss her on the nose after that?” Cadence asked, almost sighing with the picture in her head. “They are so adorable. I don't think I've known anyone as happy in their marriage as they are.”
Dare frowned a little, and Cadence wondered if he might be remembering something from before he came to them, if maybe he finally knew something of his own parents. Had they been like Edith and Whistler? Or were they more like the sorts of couples she knew in her social circle, all miserable?
“Your parents?”
“Pashna hates dancing,” Dare said. He took her hand, setting the other on her waist with the barest of holds. She looked up at him, trying to decide when the laughter would start again because this must be a joke. “I go first. You follow. You lead, your feet get stepped on.”
“Very funny.”
“Panna,” he agreed with a smile, and she shook her head as he started them moving. She wasn't surprised Dare thought he was hilarious, but he wasn't. He prodded her with the hand on her waist, a constant guiding pressure that kept her moving where he wanted her to, and though she would never tell him because he'd smirk at her, he was good at this. Much better than her dance instructor. He made the whole thing easy. She followed, never stepped wrong, never got her foot stepped on, and she didn't have to worry about his breath stinking or if he might try looking down her gown.
Re: The Right Partner 2/2
Date: 2015-06-17 12:38 pm (UTC)He laughed. “No. Just... good.”
“Oh, I see. Such high praise from the master of the dance,” she teased, and his expression turned to one she knew she'd regret provoking. “Wait, don't, I don't know how to do fast dances. You're going to make me trip, and that is no better than Mr. Stink-Breath.”
“Mariechna.”
“Is that what that means? I thought you were saying—Stop, don't, that's a root,” she said, catching sight of one just ahead of her feet. She didn't want to be pulled over it just to fall on her face. Dare lifted her, swinging her easily over the root. She knew it was only for the barest moment, but it was like flying, and she didn't want to stop. “Do that again.”
Dare looked at her. “Not tired? Not hurt foot?”
She shook her head. “Not a bit. I could do this all night.”
She couldn't, because she had a curfew and had to get back before her father realized she was gone and she got in trouble again, but she would gladly spend hours doing this. Dancing wasn't as horrible as she'd thought it was. All she'd needed was her best friend, as usual.
Re: The Right Partner 2/2
Date: 2015-06-17 02:17 pm (UTC)Re: The Right Partner 2/2
Date: 2015-06-17 08:53 pm (UTC)