#Lyrical prompt list

[unboundprompts]

Could you maybe do some prompts for the band Ghost? Thank you in advance!!!

Ghost Prompts

-> writing prompts from Ghost songs. feel free to edit as you see fit.

"But through all of that sorrow, we were riding high." - Mary On A Cross

"You call on me to solve a crooked rhyme." - Square Hammer

"You keep a casket buried deep within. You try to mask it, but fall back in sin." - Spillways

"I know your soul is not tainted, even though you've been told so." - Cirice

"It ain't always what it seems when you cling onto a dream." - Kiss The Go-Goat

"If I could turn back the time, I'd make all right." - Dance Macabre

"Call out in the middle of the night, for when else would I hear you?" - Call Me Little Sunshine

"We were searching for reasons to play by the rules, but we quickly found it was just for fools." - Mary On A Cross

"I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart." - Cirice

"There's a sting in the way you kiss me. Something within your eyes said it could be the last time." - Dance Macabre

"Even when you're dead and gone, you can always reach me." - Call Me Little Sunshine

"Can't you see that you're lose without me?" - Cirice

"All your faith, all your rage, all your pain, it ain't over now. It's the cruel beast that you feed." - Spillways

"I feel your presence amongst us. You cannot hide in the darkness." - Cirice

"The fate of man is that of lice." - Year Zero

"You've been playing around with magic that is black, but all the powerful magical mysteries never give a single thing back." - Kiss The Go-Goat

#writing prompts #creative writing #dialogue prompt #writeblr #prompt list #story prompt #ask box prompts #prompts inspired by lyrics #ghost #the band ghost

[lightasthesun]

t.s Midnights ask game

1. Lavender Haze — Do you let other people's opinions of you influence you?

2. Maroon — Is there someone that holds the title of ›the one that got away‹ for you?

3. Anti-hero — What's an insecurity of yours that you have overcome?

4. Snow on the Beach — Are you crushing on anyone right now?

5. You're on your own kid — If you were given the chance to go back in time and change your past would you? Why or why not.

6. Midnight Rain — What dream are you chasing right now?

7. Question...? — Ask a question of your choice.

8. Vigilante Shit — Forgiveness or Revenge?

9. Bejeweled — Do you like being the center of attention?

10. Labyrinth — What's something that's been on your mind for a long time that you just don't seem to be able to escape?

11. Karma — Do you believe in Karma?

12. Sweet Nothing — What sweet nothings do you indulge in to enjoy yourself?

13. Mastermind – Do you have a story, memory, video etc. of yourself that you would show someone if you wanted to show them the real you?

14. The Great War — What's in your 'memory garden'?

15. Bigger than the whole Sky — Is there someone you've lost in one way or another that you keep imagining being with you at certain moments in your life?

16. Paris — When was the last time you played pretend?

17. High infidelity — Would you forgive someone's infidelity?

18. Glitch — What's your opinion on long-distance relationships?

19. Would've, Could've, Should've — Are you haunted by something?

20. Dear Reader — If your life was a book what would its title be?

#took me a bit to finish those but ive always wanted to make a ts ask game and here it is!!! #ask game #taylor swift asks #midnights ask game #taylor swift midnights #lyrics ask game #asks #ask list #ask prompt #swiftie asks #get to know me #ask me anything #ask me game #ts ask game

[lyralit]

heartbreak prompts off taylor swift lyrics

"they tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused, cause you don't feel pretty, you just feel used" the lucky one

"you've got your demons and darling, they all look like me" sad beautiful tragic

"how long will it be cute? all this crying in my room?" nothing new

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky...now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life." tolerate it

"no one knows how much I miss her" the very first night

"that's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend" Cornelia street

"how's your heart after breaking mine?" mr perfectly fine

"desperate people find faith" soon you'll get better

"if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?" death by a thousand cuts

"god rest my soul, I miss who I used to be" would've could've should've

"trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch" death by a thousand cuts

"I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye" I almost do

"won't let no one break your heart...and even though you want to, please try to never grow up" never grow up

"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted" midnight rain

"so I'll say words I don't believe" bigger than the whole sky

"all love ever does is break, and burn, and end." begin again

"just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it" clean

"you drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding" cardigan

"I never was ready, so I watch you go" champagne problems

"I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay" tis the damn season

"wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days? always a bigger bed to climb into..." innocent

"I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it" all too well

"and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home." my tears ricochet

"should've kept every grocery store receipt, cause every scrap of yo would be taken from me..." marjorie

"so I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I'll watch you forget me like I used to feel you breathe..." last kiss

#LAST KISS #BUT IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF A PARENT #WATCHING THEIR CHILD GROW UP #AND MOVE AWAY #this is too much #writing prompts #lyralit #prompts #prompt list #Taylor swift #heartbreak prompts #song lyrics

[paperultra]

le festin.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3,842 words Warnings: Swearing, alcohol use, toxic family [A/N: yes this is partially inspired by ratatouille. inspiration comes from many places and i am not one to question it. happy new year <3]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms nemesism (noun): frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

“Murfus.”

“Yes, Miss?”

“Get me more darts.”

Murfus wrings his hands, glancing between you and the wall a few feet away. “I … I’m afraid I can’t get you more darts,” he replies tentatively, “on account of us being out at sea, Miss.”

“Then fetch the ones I’ve already thrown,” you snap, pointing at said darts. “Idiot.”

“Of course. So sorry, Miss.”

He scampers over to the wall and hurriedly pulls each dart out of it, rushing back to you with sweat on his brow. You snatch them out of his white-gloved palms.

Pinching the blue dart between your fingers, you hold it up to your eye and aim. With a sharp snap of your wrist, the dart flies forward and into the paper tacked onto the wood panel.

Murfus winces.

Crumpled, smudged, and pitted with pin-sized holes, one would have a hard time reading the article on the wall. But you know what it says. You’ve memorized its structure, can land a dart onto each line mentioning that damned restaurant by name. And you do.

“Murfus.”

“Yes, Miss?”

“Read the menu to me again.”

“Of course, Miss.” You hear the crinkle of paper and the sound of him clearing his throat. “The appetizers are as follows …”

You only half-listen as the man continues, the other half occupied by the wall in front of you and the starting paragraph steadily being destroyed by your hand. Your tongue draws across your teeth.

“In all our years as food critics, scouring the East Blue for any semblance of palatable cuisine in a region brimming with endless possibilities, no other restaurant has come as close to unlocking the flavor of the seas as the Baratie.”

—

You had, by all accounts, a privileged upbringing.

The Nouveau Blue Guide is not royalty, nobility, or military – but it is an empire in its own right, a name that’s afforded you many opportunities and comforts since you were young: a fine education, luxurious business trips, a roof over your head and plenty of food to eat. Your family’s reputation as food critics, built by your great-grandfather and painstakingly maintained up to this very day, is unmatched in the East Blue.

Such is your birthright. A birthright that, despite your toil and travels and countless, countless hours spent writing reviews, your parents say you do not deserve.

“You call this an article?” Your mother brandishes the draft you’d submitted in hopes of some constructive criticism, her voice climbing high. “It’s a mess!”

“I haven’t polished it up yet –”

“There’s nothing worth polishing. Frankly, it’s embarrassing that a child of mine has written something like this.” She passes the article over to your father. “Darling, throw this away. I’m already stressed as it is.”

Your father takes it. Gives it a cursory once-over. Your tentative anticipation dissolves in the pit of your stomach when he sighs, shaking his head at you. “You’re not cut out for this career, dear,” he tells you, folding your article in half and then quarters and dropping it into the bin by your mother’s desk. “Claudie is already taking over the Guide. Your time is better spent improving your etiquette.”

You breathe in. Keep your hands relaxed, square your shoulders. Nod obediently with clenched teeth.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

You know that your family means well. They want you to live a successful life, find a successful spouse, and raise successful children. They don’t want you to waste your time because your time is valuable.

Well, today, you’re going to prove that you are not wasting anything.

“We’re ready to disembark, Miss.”

“Good.”

Standing up, you put on your gloves and hat, picking your notebook and pen up from the table before walking with Murfus down to the dock.

He accompanies you to the entrance of the Baratie, then falls back so you may walk in alone. The maître d’hôtel welcomes you and promptly gets you seated at a booth on the ground floor, not too close to the stairs to distract you from the ambience of the restaurant and not too close to the kitchen to hear the ruckus of the cooks.

In the brief space of time before your waiter arrives, you take everything in. Dim, cozy lighting. High ceiling. Few windows. Sitting in the Baratie is like sitting in the belly of a whale. Perhaps you can make a point about it being a bit too enclosed, but given that its main customers are seafarers looking for reprieve from the elements, you don’t think many would find that damning.

You make a few half-hearted but detailed notes.

“Hello, madam.” A voice from above interrupts your writing.

You look up, irritated.

The waiter before you is a handsome man, blond-haired and broad-shouldered. He flashes you a charming smile upon meeting your eyes as he sets a plate of bread rolls down, standing close enough that you can smell cigarette smoke mixed with spices and just the barest remnants of cologne.

You recognize him immediately.

“My name is Sanji, and I have the immense pleasure of being your waiter this evening. Shall we start with drinks?”

Stifling your confusion with a sneer, you place your pen down.

“Is the Baratie so short-staffed that they have their sous chef waiting tables?”

Sanji’s smile freezes for just a moment. He seems to recover quickly, though, shaking his head and chuckling at your query.

“I’m flattered you recognize me!” he replies. “No, I occasionally wait tables when the owner requests it, that’s all.”

You do not buy it.

“Then, Sanji, I will have a glass of Ithürzburger Stein to start,” you say.

He nods. “Excellent choice. I will get that for you straight away.”

His eyes dart shamelessly to your open notebook before settling back on your face. To your utter surprise and dismay, he winks at you before heading off.

Your cheeks warm without warning.

Nobody, let alone a waiter (even if he really is the sous chef), has ever winked at you before. They had the good sense not to. It’s incredibly crude, and surely, you’re more offended than anything else – handsome or not, such behavior deserves a scathing call-out –

But … what if you’re overthinking things? What if it isn’t a big deal because it doesn’t affect the quality of the food? Your parents always take context into consideration – the Baratie is beloved for its rough-and-tumble personality under the guise of upscale dining, so perhaps this is part of the experience. He may not have even winked at you at all.

“Tch.”

You release the tablecloth from your grip, grabbing a bread roll instead and sinking your teeth into it. It’s light, sweet, and perfect. You chew quickly and swallow hard.

The sous chef comes back soon after, your requested bottle of wine in one hand and a polished glass in the other.

“Your Ithürzburger Stein, madam,” he says, opening the bottle and pouring you a glass with practiced ease.

He watches intently as you pick the glass up and bring it to your lips. The aroma reaches your nose, and it takes an immense effort not to wrinkle it as you take a sip. You’ve never particularly liked alcohol. This one is sour and dry.

“It’s alright,” you say, wishing you could rinse the taste out with juice. “I’m ready to order my appetizers and entrées.”

“Of course.”

You rattle off a few items, having memorized the menu after listening to Murfus read it so many times. For the appetizers, wakame salad with sesame-ginger dressing, Sea King croquettes, and grilled plums with goat cheese. For the entrees, Sambasian crab-stuffed salmon with roasted potatoes and chickpea stew. They’re nothing particularly unique or outstanding, but you feel that they are worth evaluating.

Sanji takes your order and leaves you with another dazzling smile, and you make the excuse of drinking more of the wine to avoid it. Maybe you will be a better writer drunk than sober.

Probably not.

Alone once again, you occupy yourself by exploring different ways to describe the wine, the bread, and the atmosphere. When you tire of that, you eavesdrop on the booth next to yours. It seems to be occupied by a group of marines, each attempting to one-up the others in the world’s shortest dick-measuring contest. You tire of that much more quickly.

When your appetizers arrive, you’re examining the arrangement of the silverware and the quality of their polish.

“Is the table set to your liking?” Sanji asks while lining up the plates. He takes more time doing so than is necessary, in your opinion.

“How it’s set doesn’t matter as much as whether it’s clean and accessible,” you reply, eyeing the croquettes with interest. “Tell me, where do you get your Sea King meat?”

“The Gourmet Hunter Guild supplies us with most of the rarer meats we serve here. The Sea King meat in your croquettes was just delivered this morning, so I’d say you’re quite lucky, madam.”

“What species is it?”

“Baron of the Tides.”

“Barons of the Tides tend to have a strong taste and tough flesh. Not many people are fond of it.”

Sanji’s eye glints as he rests a hand on the table, leaning in. “You know your food,” he says. “I expected no less from the Nouveau Blue Guide, and yet I’m still impressed.”

“It must not take much to impress you, then.”

“It takes a lot, actually.” He winks at you, and this time, you’re sure of it – and it’s strange because you don’t feel leered at, not at all, and your cheeks warm yet again. “Regarding the meat, no matter what it is, a good chef can make anything into a delicious meal. You won’t be disappointed.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Of course, madam. You’re the expert, after all.”

You are glad when he finally leaves, if only because you have no idea what to make of him. It’s difficult to tell if he’s being patronizing, and you can usually tell.

You sweep your gaze over your appetizers and take a deep breath.

Starting with the wakame salad, you inspect its presentation – a round pile of rich green seaweed in a smooth black bowl – and take a small portion to chew on.

The seaweed strikes a perfect balance between tender and firm, and the seasoning is perfect.

Fine. Whatever.

Next, the grilled plums with goat cheese. You take one bite; the creamy earthiness of the cheese complements the tender sweetness of the plums, and the caramelization is obnoxiously fantastic. You eat an entire half to make sure.

It looks like your last hope for this round is the Sea King croquettes.

Plucking one up with your fingers, you cut your teeth through the crispy, golden breading. The meaty interior strikes your tongue and your intake of breath is sudden, your free hand curling into a tight fist underneath the table.

It tastes good.

All three of them are really good.

This is horrible.

When Sanji drops off your entrées, you hardly realize that he’s there, too engrossed in the scent and the sight and the taste of the food.

“I hope the appetizers were to your liking?”

Sanji somehow gets the hint when you stab your fork into the Sambasian crab-stuffed salmon. He clears his throat and leaves you to your own devices.

You eat, and with each bite, your frustration mounts.

The Sambasian crab-stuffed salmon is flaky and succulent, the potatoes roasted to crisp skin and creamy flesh. The chickpea stew sits hot in your mouth and fills your nose with a parade of fragrant spices. It tastes amazing soaked into the bread rolls. Nothing is undercooked, or overcooked, or sloppily presented. Everything is just right. Just perfect.

You spend what feels like hours in the mouth of the booth, tasting, writing, crossing out, agonizing. The sounds of the Baratie die out until all you can hear is the scratching of pen against paper and your own breathing and pulse.

No, no, no, no.

It’s … it’s impossible. Any complaint you have is simply an expression of your own personal preferences, and your personal preferences don’t mean shit.

Your writing utensil is nearly buckling under the pressure by the time Sanji comes around for the nth time, and you’re just about ready to skewer him with it along with whoever else has the luck to wander too close.

“Are you interested in dessert, madam?”

“Of course I am,” you grit out.

All you’re met with is that damned smile of his. “Wonderful. Here’s our dessert menu.” He holds it out and you snatch it from him. “Someone with such a sweet face deserves something just as sweet.”

You snap the menu shut.

“Surprise me.”

Sanji blinks while you glare up at him, handing the menu back.

“… Pardon, madam?”

“I want the famed sous chef of the Baratie to prepare a dessert for me,” you say evenly. “I don’t care what it is or how long it takes. Surprise me.”

“I … of course.” He straightens up, the most serious you’ve ever seen him this entire evening. “Whatever you want.”

—

You wait.

The sous chef returns, not even an hour later, with a white ceramic bowl in hand and none other than the owner of the Baratie stomping after him.

“Your dessert, madam,” Sanji says, though a bit hurriedly. “Rice pudding with mango –”

He’s interrupted by Zeff, who grabs him by the back of his collar much like one would do to an errant cat. You raise your eyebrows, watching Sanji’s expression immediately wrinkle into one of annoyance.

“Little eggplant, you stop and listen when I’m talking to you.”

“Are you serious, old man? I’m in the middle of –”

“I told you that you’re off the line. No customer can change that, no matter who they are.” Zeff casts you a wayward glance and frowns before dragging Sanji back towards the kitchen. “We’re gonna have a little chat, you and me.”

Despite his bitter protesting, Sanji leaves your table with Zeff, and you’re left with your final course and the curious eyes of several diners.

“What are you looking at?” you bark at them, and they quickly go back to their meals.

You look down at your dessert. There’s a sprinkling of cinnamon on the surface, and it’s crowned with bright, paper-thin slices of mango, but rice pudding is so … simple. You’re almost insulted. But you are also surprised, and that is what you asked for.

Scooping up a bit of the pudding, you place it into your mouth, closing your eyes.

Two seconds later, you slam your spoon onto the table and stand up.

You can feel the sturdiness of the kitchen’s doors when you fling them open, your gaze immediately falling upon a mop of blond hair in the corner.

Heading straight towards him, you seize the front of Sanji’s well-pressed shirt and drag his face close to yours.

“What did you put in it?!”

Your shriek explodes through the noise of the kitchen staff. Sanji stares at you with wide eyes and oddly reddening cheeks.

“In the pudding?” he asks, bewildered. “Not much, really. Glutinous rice, coconut milk, salt –”

“Goddammit.” You shove him away and dig your nails into the back of your neck, chest and throat tightening. You can feel your breaths beginning to quicken and your eyes starting to sting. “Shit. Shit.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa”—Sanji puts a hand on your shoulder and it burns—“sweetheart, what’s wrong –”

“Where does that back door lead to?”

“Er, a dock? We take smoke breaks –”

“Excuse me.”

Shaking him off and pushing past him, you head straight to the door, open it, and close it behind you.

And then you scream.

Gods, you’re fucking ruined. You’re a fucking failure. Your parents were right, Claudie was right, you can’t do this and you could never do this and now you’re at the back of the East Blue’s only five-fucking-star restaurant having an emotional breakdown over eating food.

You scream until your voice breaks, until you’re left kneeling and gasping for breath on the filthy, wet dock.

You cough. Cinnamon lingers in the back of your throat, and you start crying.

Behind you, the door creaks open.

"[Y/n]?"

“Please don’t let my family hear about this,” you burst out without even turning to look at Sanji. “I’ll pay whatever amount you want.”

“Nobody’s going to be saying anything.” You feel him approaching, and then he drops down to sit next to you. “However, I’m very concerned about you. What’s got you so upset?”

“Why do you care?”

“A lovely lady such as yourself shouldn’t have to suffer alone.”

“Oh, please.” You hug your knees to your chest. But Sanji doesn’t leave, and after a few minutes, the words fall unbidden from your mouth, having nowhere else to go. “… I wasn’t assigned to come here.”

“Hm?”

“My family”—you swallow the lump in your throat—“they don’t know I’m here. I came here to write a review on the Baratie and get a … get a star taken away.”

Gods. That sounds so fucking stupid now. What is wrong with you?

“You did?” Sanji sounds baffled. “How come?”

A wet laugh crawls out between your teeth. “You’re the only restaurant my parents have ever given five stars to, you know that, right? So I figured – I-I figured if I could find out something wrong with the Baratie, they’d realize how good I can be at this job. I’m good at finding flaws. I’m good at details. This should’ve been … I should’ve found something.” You glare down at your lap. “But I couldn’t. Not even in the stupid dessert you made.”

“Oh.” A moment of silence occurs in which you can practically hear him gather his thoughts. “… I suppose I can take that as a compliment,” he says slowly, crossing his legs. “But is that really how you see food? Something to find fault in?”

“It’s something to evaluate. I’m a critic. It’s what I’ve always wanted to be.”

“But do you enjoy it?”

You frown, sniffling. Your brow furrows.

You want to tell him that it’s a stupid question. Why would you need to enjoy food? It’s work. You feel accomplished after finding the right words for a dish’s unique flavor, feel determined when you comb through the items on a menu. You feel delighted when you find something wrong with it.

But you …

“No,” you realize. “I … don’t.”

“I see. Well, I’m not one to tell you how to think,” Sanji says, “but as a cook, I believe that food’s one of the pleasures and privileges of being alive. As a critic, why deny yourself of its full potential?”

“I … I don’t know,” you whisper.

And the thought occurs to you, like a bottle that had been floating out at sea for years finally washing ashore, that you hate what your life has become.

“I don’t know.”

You can’t help it. You let out a loud sob, your head hanging down and bumping against Sanji’s arm. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap you in a tight hug.

It’s the first hug you’ve had in a very, very long time.

“I’m so sick of this,” you croak, face hot with shame and humiliation. “I’ll never be good enough for them. Ever.”

“They don’t deserve you.”

“But they’re my family.”

He rests his chin on your head. “A family who hurts you this much isn’t much of a family at all,” he murmurs.

His words are like a hot knife to the throat. What follows is cold, awful, bitter relief.

You force your eyes shut. Your arms tighten desperately around him, and you curl up, a pathetic excuse of a person in a crumpled heap on a dirty dock.

So this is you, you think. A purposeless silver spoon, miserable and starved for affection, clinging to a complete stranger outside the best restaurant in the East Blue.

It feels better to lay everything bare, actually.

“I can’t go back,” you tell him hoarsely.

“We won’t let anything get out.”

“The staff won’t, but you can’t do anything about the customers.” Reluctantly, you pull away, taking a deep breath and wiping your eyes. Clarity comes with it, hard and heavy. “But you know what? I don’t care anymore. I quit.”

“Quit?”

“Yeah.”

Reaching up, you close your hand around the small family crest resting just below your collarbone. You hesitate for just a moment, then tug sharply, and the thin chain around your neck snaps. Beads of gold glint in the sunlight as you look at it.

Yeah. Fuck it.

Winding your arm up, you fling the necklace as far as you can into the dark sea. It barely makes a splash as it hits the surface and disappears from sight.

“Good throw,” Sanji compliments.

“Thank you.”

He grins at you crookedly, and you finally return it, the last of your tears squeezing out from the motion and dripping down your cheeks.

Gentle fingers touch your chin. You let Sanji turn your face towards him, and the corner of his mouth tilts up as he takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the rest of the wetness from your cheeks and nose.

“There,” he says once he’s finished. “Now I can see your pretty face better.”

(You wonder how the world ever produced someone so kind.)

“I’m sorry, Sanji,” you say, “for being such an ass to you earlier.”

“Please don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure to serve you.”

“No, really. I grabbed you. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I feel awful about it.”

“I really didn’t –”

“Please,” you plead.

Sanji bites his lip, holding your gaze for a moment, then sighs. “All right. If it’ll make you feel better, I accept your apology,” he acquiesces. His expression softens. “And if you really have nowhere to go,” he offers more quietly, “the Baratie will gladly welcome you.”

Your lungs feel a bit emptier than usual.

“Thank you,” you somehow manage to say. “I’ll consider your offer.”

Your sudden formality seems to amuse him. He raises an eyebrow. “Oh, consider it? Anything I can do to sweeten the deal?”

His voice dips at the end, a sort of low and raspy thing, and you learn that it is much, much worse than being winked at.

You swallow and turn your head away. “T-Tell me the rest of the ingredients for your rice pudding,” you mutter.

“Join the Baratie and I’ll show you how to make it.”

“What? You’re turning it around on me.”

Sanji merely laughs in response, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Despite your embarrassment, you eventually find yourself chuckling along, and the sounds bloom together, so different yet so complementary. It’s nice, laughing with someone. You enjoy it.

Perhaps this is what food is supposed to bring, you think, this same, small, strange moment of peace and satisfaction.

You hope so.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fem!reader #pleas. don't ask who inspired this reader character (it was ego and chef skinner i'm sorry) #and carmen from sanji's loguetown filler episode #i was reading the english lyrics for le festin and got emotional ok #poor murfus he's been on the ship waiting and now he gotta bring back a letter saying reader's leaving the guide

[sleepyowlwrites]

writing prompts! florence + the machine lyrics edition

again, for fic titles or anything else you want.

leave all your love and your longing behind

who is the lamb and who is the knife

there's a ghost in my mouth and it sighs in my sleep

if you could only see the beast you've made of me

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole

no dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight

I've never felt so alive and so dead

felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids

rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor

the lights are on but you're not home

the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

my body was bruised and I was set alight

looking for heaven, found the devil in me

it's peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe

I never knew daylight could be so violent

the heart is hard to translate, it has a language all its own

suddenly I'm overcome, dissolving like the setting sun

don't make the mountain your enemy

I'm drifting through the halls with the sunrise

with your cool black eyes and your bitten lips

you'll always be my favorite ghost

and I can hear the sirens but I cannot walk away

I never knew my killer would be coming from within

I just keep spinning and I danced myself to death

let it bleed through my fingers, a treasure in my hands

#writing prompts #prompts list #writing prompt #prompts #prompt list #story prompt #fic prompts #dialogue prompts #prompt #lyric prompts

[firstelevens]

prompt list: taylor swift lyrics, pt. iii

part i | part ii | eras tour edition

Below are another fifty prompts drawn from Taylor Swift’s discography. They can be used as dialogue, within narration, or just as inspiration for fics/moodboards/fanart.

Reblog to use as a call for prompts (one pairing/character with one or more numbers) or just to save for inspiration.

in lonely beds

nothing but missing you

through the darkness at 1:58

on the floor, wearing your clothes

the words I held back

around the kitchen in the refrigerator light

alone in a crowded room

can we always be this close?

six months gone and I’m still reaching

loved you three summers

want you for worse or for better

before the monsters caught up to you

you need to hear me out

so quiet in the world tonight

on my guard for the rest of the world

I’ve missed you all this time

I can still feel your arms

leaving too soon

lay my armor down

the only thing we share

from the very first day

don’t say yes

all the city lights on the water

this magic I’ve been feeling

the story of us

forcing laughter, faking smiles

can’t make them stay

when it all broke down

all you’re ever going to be

a drawer of my things at your place

this is me swallowing my pride

keeping secrets just to keep you

they’ll judge it like they know about me and you

silence and patience, pining and anticipation

laughing from the passenger side

had you memorized for so long

a letter left on your doorstep

knew you were trouble

it could stay this simple

laughing like a little kid

a band of thieves

know exactly where this leads

wishing you were at my door

realized what I had

shining like fireworks

is it too soon to do this?

plaid shirt days

I should’ve known

just don’t go

rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

#prompt list #writing prompts #fic prompts #taylor swift prompt list #a little heavy on the Speak Now lyrics in order to celebrate Taylor's Version!!!! #i did this over a four hour car ride please clap #long post

[rainbowfic]

Today's prompt list is: Halloween Orange

Theme: Music 1. It's just 'til my evil plan comes into flower. 2. I'm all alone, and I think someone left me. 3. Nothing in my pocket but a hand and a prayer. 4. Blood burns like fire, and it always burns through. 5. An island's not a prison -- that's what men make bridges for. 6. By the time you see the patterns, it's a hundred times too late. 7. In mercy's shadow, nothing grows. 8. Our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost, but we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost 9. When there's no redemption to be found, there are still a few who'll hold their ground. 10. You can't unmake your own mistakes. 11. The past is a road where the bus doesn't run, and there's no station called "Yesterday." 12. Some little things get broken, and a little means a lot. 13. Guard your eggshell heart, for the moon tells lies. 14. Do you follow it because it's true, or just because you must? 15. A moment and my simple, careless plans were all unmade. 16. There’s no way to run or hide when the thing you fear’s inside. 17. I think you'll find the line is fine between the saint and sinner. 18. All I long for is to roam -- must this be my only home? 19. I am nothing you should trust. 20. Don't think I've ever been betrayed, for that was never true. 21. While he just might tell you stories, he won't ever tell you lies. 22. Don't be chosen; make the choice to choose. 23. There are laws we must obey, certain ways this story goes. 24. I can’t promise to obey you, I can’t swear I won’t betray you. 25. No one gets to tell me if I've lost or if I've won. 26. Though I’m somewhere off the beaten track, that’s no guarantee that I won’t come back. 27. I was a little more than they expected. 28. It’s a shot of ‘dumb idea’ with a ‘bad plan’ chaser. 29. I find relationships so often are an awful bore. 30. Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear.

from the songs of Seanan McGuire

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[palfriendpatine66]

@somethingsteff asked for #39 for obikin from the Abba lyrics prompt list (and #4 which I’ll answer separately so I don’t lose track!)

39. you thrill me, you delight me, you please me, you excite me

Read below for a proposal drabble - what else could it have been for this song?

“Well?”

Obi-Wan shifted on his protesting knee, now feeling patently ridiculous to be kneeling on the hard stone in front of the stunning younger man who had apparently been stunned into silence, as unmoving and hard as stone himself since Obi-Wan had sunk to his knee and bared his soul and presented the ring that he still held outstretched in his now sweaty palm.

“I know it’s a loaded question and all, but one does usually expect an answer of some kind.”

Anakin cleared his throat, fighting through the burning tightness that was losing its battle to choke back all the emotions threatening to spill out. “Are you sure?”

“About which part, exactly?” Obi-Wan wondered. “The ring? No, I’m not. You’re the one who has to look at it for the rest of your life, if you don’t like it you can pick out one that you do.”

“Not the ring,” Anakin reached out and closed both of his hands around the outstretched palm starting to shake, cradling it like it was something precious, because it was.

“What then?” Obi-Wan prompted when nothing else followed.

Broad shoulders shrugged sheepishly. “Me.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan’s knee objected with a disconcerting pop as he rose to cup one hand to where the long neck met brushed back curls, his other still held in the strong grip of long fingers that had no intentions of letting go. He pulled until their foreheads touched and he was looking directly into blue eyes brimming with wet tears that had somehow not yet been shed, windows to the insecure soul before him. “Did you not listen to a word I just said? I thought I made my feelings quite clear.”

“I did listen,” long lashes pressed closed in a last attempt to keep the tears from spilling. “And you did, it was,” he paused momentarily, overcome, “it was very nice to hear.”

“Alright…then…help me out here.”

“I know that’s how you feel now. It’s just…”

“You think I’m going to change my mind?” Obi-Wan asked dryly. Just that morning they’d had fought over the fact that Obi-Wan considered trying a different route to the restaurant “a pointless exercise.”

“Ok when you say it like that,” Anakin smirked. “I just. It’s supposed to be forever.”

“Yes, that’s rather the point.”

“That’s a long time to be with me.”

“Yes!” Obi-Wan had reached the end of his patience. “I’m familiar with the concept! So could you either tell me what it is you object about it or put the damn ring on your finger and tell me you would also like to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Idiot,” Anakin smiled against his hold. “Of course I do.” He closed the remaining space between them to press their lips together. “I guess I have a hard time believing that you would want to spend that long with me.”

Obi-Wan drew back just enough to search every inch of the face before him. “Explain,” he commanded seriously.

“I’m a lot,” Anakin sighed.

“Yes.”

“What if I’m too much?”

“You could never—”

“What if you get bored?”

“How could I—”

“What if all the things you think are quirky and cute become annoying and —”

“Love.” Obi-Wan silenced him with a chaste, barely there kiss. “You thrill me. You delight me. You please me. You excite me.” He sealed each statement with a kiss - one to each cheek, then the furrowed brow currently sporting premature wrinkles, then finally the hands that still clasped his own between them. “What can I do to make you believe me?”

“I do,” Anakin whispered as his fingers were pried one by one. “I—”

“I hoped you’d say that,” Obi-Wan declared as he finally slipped the ring onto Anakin’s finger, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed his face as he did. Uncertainty turned to awe, wrinkles smoothed out, and tears spilled as Anakin stared at the band that drew all the light in the room.

“You really want to marry me?” Anakin rasped.

“I do,” Obi-Wan sighed in relief that the fact finally seemed to have sunken in. “Please say you do too.”

“Yes,” Anakin buried the glittering ring in auburn locks and pulled Obi-Wan forward for a kiss. “I do,” he whispered against his lips. “I do, I do, I do.”

#obikin #prompt fill #your pal being big and brave and accepting prompts #abba lyrics prompt list

[screnmemes]

(sad) lyrics to inspire you from folklore - taylor swift ♡

by: @ncoincidences for: @screnwriter ’s birthday! ♡

if one thing had been different, would everything be different today?

you knew the hero died, so what’s the movie for?

some things you just can’t speak about

a friend to all is a friend to none

chase two girls, lose the one

i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

but i’m still on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love, shining just for you

you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else

you know i didn’t want to have to haunt you

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time

look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

who knows if i never showed up, what could’ve been

you know damn well for you i would ruin myself a million little times

the worst thing that i ever did was what i did to you

don’t want no other shade of blue — but you; no other sadness would do

i remember thinkin' i had you

and if my wishes came true, it would’ve been you

i loved you, i swear i loved you, 'til my dying day

you had to kill me but it killed you all the same

even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me?

my barren land, i am ash from your fire

you didn’t even hear me out

you’re not my homeland anymore, so what am i defending now?

you never even gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs)

i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace

you weren’t mine to lose, ’cause you were never mine

i never learned to read your mind, i couldn’t turn things around

look at this idiotic fool that you made me

and if i’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?

i still got love for you

i’ve been having a hard time adjusting, i had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

all this time, we always walked a very thin line

would it be enough if i could never give you peace?

it’s hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you

you turned into your worst fears

i had a marvelous time ruinin' everything

you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones

so i’m leavin' out the side door

my only one, my kingdom come undone, you have beaten my heart

so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you

you were my town, now i’m in exile, seein' you out

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[won4ver]

song lyric dialogue prompts

“loving you was lethal” [EVIL by Melanie Martinez]

“slow dance with yourself in a lonely crowd” [ Die For You by Beauty School Dropout]

“i could never do it once and she did it twice” [we’re not alike by tate mcrae]

“all the drugs couldn’t ever make me love like i want to” [Unlovable by Beach Weather]

“I heard a song and started crying, it made me think of you” [Boyhood by Birth Day]

“please let me get what I want, lord knows it would be the first time” [Please Please Please Let Me Get What I want by The Smiths]

“you don’t have to change, you’re perfect the way you are” [Body Dysmorphia by Eyedress]

“I wanted you to want me back” [No Room 4 U by PROM]

“but I crumble completely when you cry” [505 by Arctic Monkeys]

“i’ve given all I can, it’s not enough” [Karma Police by Radiohead]

“but if I gave up on being pretty I wouldn’t know how to be alive” [Brand New City by Mitski]

“you look so pretty, pretty like the wind” [Black Friday by Tom Odell]

“the shade of your hair has changed but I look up to you the same” [if this is the last time by LANY]

“why am I jealous if i’m yours?” [gaslight by Nessa Barrett]

“will they love you when you’re famous?” [la di die by Nessa Barrett]

“be the girl you used to know, playing on the radio” [la di die by Nessa Berrett]

“dead on arrival, always a little too late” [WE MADE PLANS & GOD LAUGHED by Beauty School Dropout]

“it’s the same old situation, got you stuck in my head” [YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH… by Beauty School Dropout]

“did he touch you better than me?” [Creepin’ by Metro Boomin]

“you’re the worst of my crimes” [Best by Gracie Abrams]

“I don’t wanna fight anymore” [Sunshin Baby by The Japanese House]

“when i’m with you, I don’t wanna be with you” [Covet by Basement]

“Is it hesitance, or is this feeling heaven sent?” [Are You The One by Basement]

“I don’t love you, I just need to be loved” [Pine by Basement]

“I think I like you best when you’re just with me and no one else” [K. by Cigarettes After Sex]

“I’m looking for affection in all the wrong places” [affection by BETWEEN FRIENDS]

“wake me up when it’s over” [Sleepwalkimg by All Time Low]

“never thought id taste as good to anyone but you” [Pretty Venom by All Time Low]

“if you could have it all, why do you want me?” [Tonight You Are Mine by The Technicolors]

“i’d give up forever to touch you” [Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls]

“and to think that right now you’re a stranger, I hope it’s not like this forever” [I Hope It’s Not Like This Forever by Amber Run]

“you don’t know how lucky you are” [Acting My Age by The Academic]

“I see my reflection in your eyes” [Reflections by The Neighbourhood]

“I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you” [Family Line by Conan Gray]

“where did you learn what it means to reciprocate?” [Tek It by Cafuné]

“don’t you know you’re just another heartbreaker?” [Swoon by Beach Weather]

“if I could burn this town, I wouldn’t hesitate” [Choke by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME]

“I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck” [Fallingforyou by The 1975]

“how could anybody do the things you did so easily?” [the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo]

“I wish I could live without you” [Telephones by Vacation]

“It’s easy to forget that you are gone” [Nostolgia by Suki Waterhouse]

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[seaside-writings]

I hope this prompt list brings you inspiration wherever it is needed, and like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙🎵

🎵 “And I'd give up forever to touch you ‘cause I know that you feel me somehow,” 🎵 “And I don't want the world to see me ‘cause I don't think that they'd understand,” 🎵 “When everything feels like the movies,” 🎵 “I just don't wanna miss you tonight,” 🎵 “And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,” 🎵 “Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive,” 🎵 “Or the moment of truth in your lies,” 🎵 “And sooner or later it's over,” 🎵 “And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life,” 🎵 “You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now,” 🎵 “When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am,”

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[unboundprompts]

You don’t have to do this if you don’t know the music, but could you possibly do prompts based on Muse (the band) songs? If I’m requesting wrong I’ll send another ask, my apologies ^^;

Muse Prompts

➢ writing prompts from Muse songs. feel free to edit as you see fit.

"I thought I was a fool for no one but baby, I'm a fool for you." - Supermassive Black Hole

"You may be a sinner but your innocence is mine." - Undisclosed Desires

"You're something beautiful, a contradiction." - Time is Running Out

"Your mind is just a program and I'm the virus." - Psycho

"You'd see that we should never be afraid to die." - Uprising

"I will be chasing a starlight until the end of my life." - Starlight

"I've exposed your lies, baby." - Plug in Baby

"Give me your heart and your soul." - Hysteria

"You set my soul alight." - Supermassive Black Hole

"This ship is taking me far away. Far away from the memories of the people who care if I live or die." - Starlight

"I know you've suffered, but I don't want you to hide." - Undisclosed Desires

"I tried so hard to let you go but some kind of madness is swallowing me whole." - Madness

"I could use someone like you. Someone who'll kill on my command." - Psycho

"You and I must fight to survive. No one's gonna take me alive." - Knights of Cydonia

"I just wanted to hold you in my arms." - Starlight

"I want to reconcile the violence in your heart." - Undisclosed Desires

"I need to know, is this real love?" - Madness

"You will be the death of me." - Time is Running Out

"How can we win when fools can be kings?" - Knights of Cydonia

"Love. It will get you nowhere. You're on your own." - Psycho

"This chaos, it defies imagination." - Panic Station

#writing prompts #dialogue prompt #creative writing #writeblr #otp prompts #prompts inspired by lyrics #lyric quotes #prompt list #ask box prompts #romance prompts #muse band #muse #supermassive black hole

[whatdoidowithmybainenglish]

I decided to embark on a project where I compile a list of prompts for every day of 2024, all taken from various song lyrics and titles. Here is the list for January; feel free to use these as inspiration for any kind of creative works!!

Text version of prompt list under the cut!

Prompt list also available over on twitter (no, I refuse to call it X) right here.

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Prompts for January

first of the year

it's a long way forward

put the past to rest

just a click

waiting, fading, floating away

the architect of truth

give me a sign

it only hurts when i breathe

and we whisper

wicked and wild wind

we are what we are

picking up what i put down

i'm ready for one more battle scar

a million dreams are keeping me awake

we're running in circles

the afternoon streets

guided by a beating heart

there must be something wrong with me

it's been raining lately

the hands of time

there's lightning striking all over the world

you can always come home

i hear the universe calling my name

don't turn your back on me

the killer makes no sound

use my head alongside my heart

there was no one there at all

where lights won't chase us

let me face my fears

the world has somehow shifted

be afraid that you didn't try

#prompts #prompt list #writing prompts #song lyric prompts

[daddyhausen]

• song lyrics prompts •

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shut your mouth before i fuck it — rats | motionless in white

i’ve been waiting for you — come undone | bad omens

addicted to a lonely kind of love — teardrops | bring me the horizon

somewhere in the past, something was between, you and i, my dear — the apparition | sleep token

i don’t know what hurts the most, holding on or letting go | 1x1 | bring me the horizon + nova twins

we said this was the last time, over and over again — synthetic love | motionless in white

you were more than just somebody i was destined to meet — granite | sleep token

i’m sorry i can’t see that you truely love me — bulls in the bronx | pierce the veil

you’re not the person i knew back then — mr. highway’s thinking about the end | a day to remember

i want you to show me what a bitch you can be — hatefuck | motionless in white

what if i can’t forget you? — caraphernelia | pierce the veil

even if it hurts me, even if i can’t sleep — chokehold | sleep token

you’ve got my body flesh and bone — the summoning | sleep token

my love, did i mistake you for a sign from god? — the summoning | sleep token

you have become the voice in my head — vore | sleep toke

won’t you come dance in the dark with me — acesntionism | sleep token

i cannot fix your wounds this time — are you really okay? — sleep token

for so long, i’ve waited — rain | sleep token

will you cleanse me with pleasure? — rain sleep token

missed calls, answer phones from people i just don’t trust — take me back to eden | sleep token

call me when you have the time, i just need to leave this part of me behind — euclid | sleep token

i miss the way you say my name — the death of piece of mind | bad omens

heaven knows i ain’t getting over you — just pretend | bad omens

stay with me, as we cross the empty skies — rosemary | deftones

take me one more time — sextape | deftones

it’s too bad you’re married to me — mascara | deftones

i’m hypnotised by your name — romantic dreams | deftones

but i’m tired of proving this love — mx | deftones

i wanna fuck you till you scream and cry — for your love | måneskin

i’ll make your body a habit — on my mind | måneskin

i want to taste you better — give | sleep token

#{ my fics : 🤍 } #song lyric prompts #prompts #headcannon prompts #prompt lists #fanfic prompts

[altruistic-meme]

the desire to write is AGGRESSIVE but the mind is unwilling

#sitting here staring at my laptop as it slowly dies #opening a doc. closing the doc. opening a wip. staring at it. scrolling. #opening an idea i wrote out in a flurry the other day. staring at it. #rereading part of a wip. sighing. backing out. opening it again. #searching writing prompts. looking back at my wips. #looking at the silly idea again. looking back at writing prompts. #opening my list of lyrics. staring. STARING. pulling one like 'maybe??' #putting it in a doc. #ignoring the doc. #send fucking help #we were finally free of the brain block why is it suddenly back #shh ac

[sleepyowlwrites]

writing prompts! youth and yearning lyrics edition

I needed to make something and this is a thing I can make

I wanna take the train with you, I wanna run away with you (train - brick + mortar)

we start running, running, we skip this town (light me up - birdy)

I do the dumbest things for you (you told the drunks I knew karate - Zoey van goey)

there'll come a day when I can't hold ya, so won't you let me hold you now (all we have is now - the modern electric)

don't look back love, there's a million people but they don't get me quite like you (don't look back, love - streamers the band)

and I wanna grow up, from the rhythm of a young, from the rhythm of a younger heart (like a river runs - bleachers)

tell me that it's over now, then I could shut this off (I don't want to talk - wallows)

in a moment of curiosity or weakness, you may let me affect you (slow dances - winnetka bowling league)

leave it all behind and run away with me (away - trapdoor social)

head first, it is what it is, youth lost kicks us to live (contagious - night riots)

one breath deeper than the last one, one step closer to the ones we love (you're not alone - the mowgli's)

we're staring at the same old stars, both have beating hearts inside our chests (queen of France - imad royal)

time not stolen, world keeps going around, said I'm not slowing down (get around it - midi matilda)

I'm the kid in the rain, celebrate the insane (c'est la vie - weathers)

I don't know what you've been told, but time is running out, no need to take it slow (I ain't worried - onerepublic)

Old friend I, still think of you sometimes (old friend - darlingside)

this night just can't end, oh, would you share your soul with me (human - dodie)

can't get by and I can't let go, and I can't sleep alone (Cairo - San fermin)

this house has never been the same as before, it's never felt warm (paint - the paper kites)

you my friend, remind me of someone I used to know (insomniac - amber run)

because there's something so fun about being young and being dumb, 'cause you're not afraid of feeling (stand up - the cab)

but I know you'll be there 'cause you'll know I want you to be there, and we'll say hello (Savannah - relient k)

it's all here, you can do anything you want, you are here, you can be anything you want (nightlife - old daisy)

breathe into me, love gone dark in the night and I can't see (genesis - olen)

when everything comes crashing down, you're all I know (the fall - imagine dragons)

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