#musician prompts

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Musician/Actor/Celebrity AU Masterpost

Musician AU

Rockstar AUs

Popstar x Rockstar Prompts

Band AU Prompts

Enemies to Lovers: Band Edition

Acting AU

Drama Club Enemies to Lovers

Celebrity/Rich AU

Fan x Celebrity Prompts

Road to fame ideas

Gossip Girl/Rich AUs

More:

Dancer Prompts

Eurovision Prompts

Music and Arts related single prompts:

Prompt #15

Prompt #26

Prompt #43

Prompt #109

Prompt #159

Prompt #188

Prompt #207

Prompt #213

Prompt #215

Prompt #407

#writeblr #writing prompts #musician prompts #artist prompts #celebrity au #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #prompt list

[deity-prompts]

Can I have some prompts for a rockstar/indie singer relationship? 🫶🏼

Absolutely! A is the rockstar, B is the indie singer.

Rockstar x Indie Singer OTP Prompts

Prompts

A starts covering B’s songs, skyrocketing B’s popularity. B messages A asking them to stop, because B isn’t ready for fame and only wrote those songs for fun.

A and B are signed by the same label and who hire B to be the opening act for A’s tour. A is convinced that B is being set up to replace A, making A hate them.

B busks near where A lives, and even when A is trying to work on their next album, all they can think about is that busker.

A and B pretend to help B’s career.

A and B have been dating for a while but B doesn’t want to be famous due to A, so they constantly deflect dating rumours to the point of the public thinking they’re feuding.

Oneliners

“That record deal doesn’t make you better than me.”

“The music you play in bars is more real than what I play in stadiums.”

“These lyrics are incredible, why don’t you use them?”

“You’re an international superstar and you never learned the guitar properly? Here, let me show you.”

“Did you . . . steal my song?”

“You’re the reason I got into music!”

“Our voices sound really good together.” “Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’m a huge fan of yours.” “You’re literally the biggest star in the world, how do you know who I am?”

“Sing for me— not for the world, for me.”

“I wouldn’t have this Grammy without a really, really special person.”

Also see:

Royal x Rockstar prompts and oneliners

Celebrity x Commoner prompts and oneliners

Person x Person prompts masterlist

Prompts masterlist

#musician prompts #music prompts #writing prompts #otp prompts #writing oneliners #dialogue prompts #fluff prompts #fanfiction prompts

[chenuaswriting]

dating a musician

by @chenuaswriting

(feel free to change the pronouns!! will be trying to use they, them/person A, B from now on)

Person A and B have a secret relationship because person B is a famous person in the music industry. That's why person A only gets to admire them in the midst of the crowds along with his fans but goes home with person B anyway.

Person A is always in the backstage before person B performs because they always do a great job in calming them down.

Tuning each other's instruments for them.

Person B making excuses for when person A is late for rehearsals so that they don't get in trouble.

Person B writing a composition for person A.

Reviewing each other's performances and giving advice to each other on how to make a better sound.

Person A being person B's biggest fan and even showing up on person B's fan meetings.

Learning about each other's musical genre and supporting them>>>

#chenua prompts #prompt list #otp prompts #romance prompts #dating a musician #musician prompts

[c9pid]

talk show style interview questions! ☆

it seems like a list of talk show styled questions is quite a niche ask, so i’ve complied a few here! feel free to use these in your works or do a taglist with your own ocs; doesn’t matter to me

ACTOR

what was it like working on the set of [current project]?

what was it like working with [co-star/director]?

what was the hardest scene to film?

what was the most fun scene to film?

did filming the [certain scene] scene make you feel [certain emotion]?

what was it like filming [certain scene]?

any future projects in the works?

what was your favorite moment on set?

do you like portraying your character?

do you like [character] as a character?

if you had to describe [character] in three words, what would they be?

what inspirations did you pull from for this role?

how did you prepare for this role?

MUSICIAN

how long have you been working on this project?

who is your dream collaboration?

what’s your favorite song off the album?

what was your favorite song to make?

what was the quickest song to make?

what was the longest song to make?

who are your favorite artists?

what is the concept of this album?

what inspirations did you use for this album?

what are your favorite lyrics off the album?

#asklist #musician questions #interview questions #oc questions #talk show questions #prompts #musician prompts #actor prompts

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

Famous!Oblivious!Steddie Modern AU

Where Steve and Eddie are both famous, but neither have heard of each other: Eddie is famous with his metal band and that’s just not Steve’s scene; Steve is a famous basketball player and Eddie has never voluntarily watched a sport in his life

And they meet when they both going incognito somewhere and think the other is not famous and they’re immediately attracted to each other and hit it off great and keep seeing each other. And they both want to have private dates so neither question each others excuses much.

They only figure it out several months in, after they’re photographed together and the internet blows up about *Steve Harrington* and *Eddie Munson* dating

#steddie #steddie au #I keep seeing aus where one of them is famous and the other one is oblivious #and I thought what if they are both famous and both oblivious #steddie prompts #my prompts #writing prompts #I’m gonna write this one day but I take a billion years so everyone else who likes it should also write it so I can read it lol #stranger things #Steve Harrington #famous Steve Harrington #basketball player Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #famous Eddie Munson #musician Eddie Munson

[starry-bi-sky]

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of

Flesh and bones and they're all scared of

A lost little boy who has lost his heart

Fear's not enough, they have to

Tear him apart —-------

There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well: 

He’s adopted.

He can’t remember anything else before that.  

‘Adoption’ is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Alicia’s cabin, and then she went and got her parents. 

What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didn’t belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isn’t there, and when it isn’t his mind stutters, like he’s tripped at the top of a steep hill. 

When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. He’s twelve.

(He thinks that’s his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.) 

The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.

It’s… a strange experience, to go to a ‘new’ home when he doesn’t even remember his old one. 

The official adoption process… happens. He can’t say it’s easy, or difficult. He’s oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny can’t say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, that’s one new thing he knows about himself. 

His adoption papers say ‘Daniel J. Fenton’. Danny remembers staring at the name ‘Daniel’ for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But it’s not Daniel. But he doesn’t know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.

(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Danny’s shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Danny’s mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the man’s fingers for daring to touch him.) 

(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fenton’s heavy hand stays on him.) 

They found Danny in the summer. It’s a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says it’s enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that they’ll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.  

(There’s something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesn’t know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)

Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesn’t want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe. 

He turned back around and went inside.

—-------

Where do we go

When the river's running slow

Where do we run

When the cats kill one by one

—------

One day, when the house is empty — or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.  

He’s almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal. 

It’s not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking. 

He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter. 

Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved — about what? — before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind. 

(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)

After that, he leaves the house more. It’s more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous. 

He’s not sure how to feel about that — he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.

—------

Hazel beneath our claws

While we wait for cerulean to cry

Unsettled ticks run through time

Enough for the hunt to go awry

—-----

There’s another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesn’t know who, but he knows they must have been close; he’s always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own. 

He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when he’s lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He can’t remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when he’s not thinking. He can’t. 

Danny’s found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward. 

(“That’s a pretty song, Danny.” Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized he was humming. “What is it?”) 

(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesn’t know what song it is, but it’s not for her. “I don’t know.”)  

He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel like he’s missing a chunk from himself. He wouldn’t be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand that’s missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell. 

A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, he’s holding onto someone smaller than him, they’re tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. He’s humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny can’t remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his. 

He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their father’s, that his person — a sibling? That feels right — will be… the word fades from Danny’s mind before he can make sense of it. 

His person hugs him tight, his… brother? And their mother — a woman whose face he can’t remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless — appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, ‘her sons’. There’s ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.

Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.   

—-------

Harpy hare

Where have you buried all your children?

Tell me so I say

—-------

When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that he’s smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one he’s getting now. 

Everyone knows he’s adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but it’s not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.

He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.

Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesn’t remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own. 

(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)

(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. It’s easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)

(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principal’s office later, he wisely doesn’t mention the worse things he could’ve done than break Dash Baxter’s nose.)  

—--------------

It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders

And they will never

Hear me here listen to croons and a calling

I'll tell them all the

Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow

Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare

—-------

More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother. 

Danny can barely remember the lyrics, he’s begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that it’s the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. He’s a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten. 

His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once he’s almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isn’t home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands. 

They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. It’s beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely. 

It is a fast dream. 

His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. “Watch your feet, habibi.” He murmurs low, a hand on his back. It’s hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.

His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods. 

The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air — impossible, it should’ve been, at least. He never trips. — and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him. 

The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldn’t have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He can’t find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal. 

His mother and brother’s horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train. 

(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ‘train fall’ in his journal, before he’s flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.) 

—---  

She can't keep them all safe

They will die and be afraid

Mother, tell me so I say

(Mother, tell me so I say)

—-------

When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he can’t remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again. 

The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he can’t recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen — he doesn’t need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person. 

(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was — was? Is — a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly — the grooves worn to fit his palm. They’re just a little small.) 

(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. He’s kept it on him ever since, like he’s reunited a lost limb to himself.)   

Danny doesn’t have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. He’s haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. He’s ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesn’t, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he can’t figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father — what, he can’t remember what — then his little brother will be a little bird. 

(He doesn’t have a name for his brother, yet, but he’s calling his birdie in his head. It’s better than nothing.)

—------

Seeker, do you ever come to wonder

If what you're looking for is within where you hold

Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path

You'll soon forget

Home

—---------

When he’s fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is. 

When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. It’s blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Danny’s mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.

‘Lazarus,’ he mouths to himself. It’s familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesn’t think she’s that too far off. 

He doesn’t tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.

He ends up calling himself Phantom. 

(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.) 

----------

Home is where we are

Home is where you are

Home is where I am

-----------------

Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #amnesiac danyal al ghul au #songs in order of the album: the hartebeest / harpy hare / and the hound / neath the grove is a heart #musician danny has my heart and soul #yes this danyal IS an alternative danny from the other au. an au where things were a little better :) but still sucks #implied good mom talia al ghul #danyal is a momma's boy send tweet #dpxdc ficlet #dpxdc prompts #dp x dc au #dp x dc fanfic #danyal is sTILL five years older than damian in this au #no beta no edits we die like danny fenton #poc danny fentons #i didnt know where to end this :(( i was gonna go on but i blanked. i thought about going into his relationships with his rogues and so on. #but that felt too much like trying to just increase the word count rather than actually writing?? if that makes sense #ugh im gonna have forgotten to include things and im gonna be kicking myself later #morally ambiguous danny whoo! we love to see it #since this was just for fun it doesnt really go into it all that much other than like. it happens. and that danny realizes he's dangerous #phantom in a hazmat suit? nah phantom looking like an assassin >:]. #danyal al ghul with damian and his mom: 🥰🌸✨ #danyal al ghul with everyone else: 👹🔪 #am i heavily implying that clockwork had smth to do with Danyal’s amnesia and appearance by the cabin? 👀 maybe #not enough danyal al ghul aus where him being an assassin actually. has some kind of affect on him

[steviesbicrisis]

Steve, halfway through his internship as a nurse, is working a double shift at the E.R. and he hates every second of it. It's late, mostly drunk people making stupid mistakes come to the E.R. at this hour and he has no patience left to give.

He's daydreaming about his bed and pillow at home when his friend and colleague, doc. Nancy Wheeler, calls him for an emergency: as if to prove his theory about drunkards and stupid mistakes, a dumbass decided it was a good idea to bite a fucking bat during a concert.

Steve wants to kill him, no matter how cute he is, or the fact that he's shamelessly flirting with him.

——

Eddie, still high after the concert: go out with me, cutie

Steve, unimpressed: sorry I can’t go out with people who have rabies, it’s my best friend’s number one fear

Eddie, screaming: I HAVE RABIES???

Nancy: You don’t have rabies.

Steve: maybe. We’re still running tests.

Eddie: you’re so mean

Eddie: jokes on you, I’m very much attracted to evil.

#steddie #incorrect steddie #nancy wheeler #the fruity four #bi steve harrington #nurse steve #musician eddie #gay eddie munson #steve and eddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steddie on cracks #sbc writes #incorrect quotes #prompts

[chrollohearttags]

3, 5, 7, 8, 12, & 14

they all don’t have to be in the same story but that was the most i could narrow down 😭

oh no, these are perfect! Thank you bae 🤭 just gave me a good idea with this!

cw: hotel sex, dirty talk, choking

“And you told me you weren’t gonna come see me…what happened?”

“Well, turns out..what they said was true. You really are one of the best voices of our generation..your shows are actually pretty entertaining.”

words and glances exchanged between two secret lovers in the middle of the hotel room. Bodies only inches away from one another and lust rising from your auras like steam from a hot shower..this was the scene that reoccurred and played out so many times in the not so distant past. Messing around with and becoming the sneaky link to a world famous musician wasn’t something you’d ever foreseen yourself doing. You knew the industry types all too well and how they collected girls of your variety like the awards they accrued from their labors. Even still, the attraction between (y/n) and EJ The Don was one that could only be described as fiery, passionate and whirlwind. The two of you had quite a long conversation the other night and he could tell by the end that you were playing to hard to get; not wanting to give him too much as other girls had done prior. When asked if you’d come see him perform while he was on tour, you’d respond dryly with a: “we’ll see.” Of course, he knew you were merely giving him the cold shoulder just so he could have a bit of a motivation to make it impossible for you to leave later on. Faint traces of his cologne and weed smoke hit your nostrils as he leaned forward and brushed over your arms.

“I’m glad you think so…and I’m very..very glad you showed up. I mean, I saw you dancing around. Looking all good and shit.”

the compliment making your heart flutter; feeling him run a finger underneath your chin and licking his lips. Currently, he had you up against the wall, kneecap nudging open those thick thighs that were exposed by the revealing fishnet dress you were sporting. Tall heels supporting that curvy body and all he could think about was how you lucky he was to have you on his roster. Hell, he’d clear up all his prior engagements if he got to fuck on you all the time. Batting those pretty little lashes, you’d gaze up at him and move closer.

“Yeah? You think I look good?”

questioning with only a hair’s breadth in between you two. That pearly white smirk on his face, chain hanging from his around his neck and two silver bands on his tattooed fingers as he cupped them around your chin. He couldn’t get enough..he craved you so badly, he could practically taste it. But luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait too long to do so. You were all alone, in private and free to express all the filthy thoughts plaguing your minds. Cupping your beautiful face between his fingers, Eren would tease his lips against yours before initiating a series of steamy kisses. Smacking your tongues and twirling them together.

“Of course..but I think you’d look so much better with my hands around your neck..” “You might be on to something.” lightly asphyxiating your breathing as he fed you those sloppy pecks. Ones that had you melting in his grasp and made it even easier to get you out of your clothes. “EJ..” “I know, baby. I know you want me to fuck you..you’ve been so patient with me.” One by one, he’d strip you of those tiny little articles of clothing until both of you were rendered nude. Ravaging one another like wild animals until he hoisted you mid air, prompting you to put your arms around his neck. Holding you in those toned, tattooed arms. And once you did, he’d begin to bounce you up and down on that thick cock. Slamming up into you with full force..dripping wet only a few strokes in. Your nails clawing into his back and those balls slapping against your entrance. Creaming all down his cock and making a mess everywhere. Something you had been waiting on for a while.

“Ooh shit!…”

“God..you feel so fucking good. This pussy’s ‘s so good.” Grunting into your ear like a man deprived. That dick swelling inside of you and stretching that entrance open. You’d find yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck and moaning out for more. “No, don’t look away..keep your eyes on me. Let me see how much you love this dick.”

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #prompt games #prompt fic #aot x black reader #black fem reader #musician x influencer au #black reader #eren x black fem!reader #black reader smut #musician eren #aot smut #aot imagines #aot drabbles #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #eren smut #eren jaeger x black reader #snk eren #eren jaeger imagines #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger fic #eren jeager smut #black fanfiction #aot au #smut drabble #imma def incorporate all of these into a fic w him cause what #ugh i need him #cw smut #cw sex mention #cw choking

[ymeisli]

Codywan Week Day 3, Musician AU

@codywanweek

band au 🫶 theres not much to say because i am my biggest critic and do not trust my own opinion but either way never let me draw brass instruments ever again

#ymeisli #star wars #commander cody #clone wars #codywan #star wars clone wars #art #obi wan kenobi #cww2023 #codywanweek2023 #day 3 #prompt: musician AU #obi plays the euphonium #cody is a trumpet player #i feel like the colors look funky but im just gonna ignore it #im sorry if anything is wrong ive only ever played string instruments 😭😭

[silversoulstardust]

professional musician au where steve harrington is an airhead about everything else but a musical genius violinist, whereas eddie munson is a rockstar guitarist with skills of a guitar god who is invited by the orchestra conductor to play as a special guest on a show.

the first rehearsal was initially scheduled to be at 7pm but it got pushed back to 9pm at the last minute. however steve didn’t get the memo because, well, who would check their work email after 5pm? eddie also didn’t get the memo because his assistant chrissy is the one who holds his work phone and get notified about all of his work related stuff but unfortunately she’s down with a case of stomach flu that afternoon itself and forgot to turn the phone in to eddie.

anyway when steve shows up the hall was empty and he thought he’s simply too early. so to fill the time he sits in the first chair, shrugs off his work suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves to his white button ups and starts practicing on some vivaldi, because he was told it was what inspired this special show with an electric guitarist.

eddie waltzes in, clad in leather jacket and shiny boots and a pair of expensive sunnies pushed up on top of his hair with a can of beer in his hand and he almost dropped his drink because he saw an angel on the stage — chandelier above his head making it seem like there’s halo floating above his gorgeous lock of hair, the lighting reflects on his skin making it glow like porcelain, head tilting back with eyes closed on his pretty face as his deft fingers move on the strings of the classical violin effortlessly.

it’s love at first sight for eddie.

#im not a musician so pardon if there's something not right here lol at least you get the gist of it; it? #steddie #steddie prompt #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #chromie writes #chrmz.txt

[lyricalive]

[Touhou Ship Week, Day 5]: TRUST + PERFORMANCE 🥁🎹

As music bares the soul, a duet is a performance of trust! You have to be on the same wavelength to match your partner's rhythm. 🎵

#touhou #thshipweek #railyri #raiko horikawa #lyrica prismriver #gotta upload by the deadline!!! #i wanted to make an older railyri compilation post first but aaaaaa!!! #soon!!! #fanart #this pose emphasizes mutual “trust” #because raiko is holding lyrica #and lyrica is also holding raiko('s drumstick) #i appreciated this double prompt so much #because i love talking about music as a soul-connecting activity #and there's a sort of inherent “consent factor” in musician/instrument ships that i value #it's really meaningful to me while also being lightheartedly free and bold and fun!!! #i hope you can feel the good vibes!~

[creativepromptsforwriting]

heyy i saw that in your AU ideas list you have Rockstar AU but no prompts for that, so i was wondering if you could come up with some? especially for a rockstar dating an ‘ordinary’ person, not involved in their world. thank you!

Hi :)

You're right, there are no actual Rockstar AU prompts yet.

I found an ask I answered two years ago about a Rockstar dating someone working 9-5, so definitely check my answer for that out!

Rockstar AUs

Dating a rockstar had its perks, but also some downsides. Not being able to go on tour with them, meant missing them for months on end.

They never thought their shift in the hospital would turn out like this. With an international rockstar with a broken arm in front of them because they tried to stage dive and failed.

Social media has a field day when pictures turn up that show the famous rockstar with an unknown person, definitely being on a date.

Their co-workers don't know that they are dating this rockstar everyone knows. That changes when their rockstar partner comes to work to take them out for dinner.

Going to all their concerts is not possible when working a 9-5 job, but they always try to wait for their partner to come home to say good night.

They've started dating when it was still a garage band, playing at proms and bar mitzvahs. They're still dating but one of them becoming a famous rockstar has turned their life upside down.

Being on tour is not the easiest when their partner can't come with them. Concerts every other day, city after city, different countries, different time zones. It takes a lot of work to keep a healthy relationship going across the globe.

The band's partners all have nothing to do with the entertainment business, so they created their own little support group to handle their rockstars together.

More: Band Prompts

I hope you enjoy these and I will link them to the AU list, if I don't forget again :D

- Jana

#anon ask #ask #creativepromptsforwriting #creativepromptsforwritingask #rockstar au #rockstar prompts #musician prompts #band prompts #band au #prompt list #writing prompts

[recovering-vamp]

#fat art #fat character #august adipose #fat positive #trans #cryptidart #the great backlog #Michael #I think this was for the ‘the musician’ prompt

[treehuggerthegreat]

A love letter to those who create

I ramble half incoherently on here for the hope that someone comes across my posts and thinks ‘wow they’re off their rockers but holy shit they have a point’ and something in them changes just a little. I know one post isn’t going to change anyone’s life or perspective. Which is WHY i post so much. Maybe I don’t get on some random person’s dashboard more than once. But a few writers or people out there read my posts, and regardless of whether or not it stood out to them, it changed them. Just a little, and that’s enough for me. I hope one day by writing so much, I change a lot of people, and hopefully at least a few i change by a lot. It’s not a question of can I do something that would completely change the industry or genre of books, its can I help people with stuff i’ve struggled on. It’s can I be that one post someone thinks about while writing occasional, thinking back to MY advice. Even if i have no idea what I’m doing for most other things. I know I can write something new and quite different with time and motivation, but in the meantime, I can share my thoughts and ideas as I go through them. Even if they change. Because I love creativity and creating and most of all. Creators. I love you all, and i love being one.

#writeblr #writerscommunity #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #writing appreciation #appreciation post #not whump but to my whump creators #to my writers in general #to my artists #to my musicians #whump #This is what sleep deprivation and severe dehydration does to me. #whump inspiration #whump prompt #whump angst #whump ideas #whump tropes #whumpblr #whump community #whump dynamics #whump writing #whump account

[thebrainofocto]

In the words of a friend: They do be dancing!

@codywanweek

#art prompt: Dancer/Musician/Theatre AU #day 3 #cww2023 #codywan #commander cody fanart #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #the clone wars #star wars clone wars

[vox-ex]

supercorptober 2023 ... so far

between the lines | week 1

day 1 - wild

"You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves." - Mary Oliver

day 2 - romance

"we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory." - Virgina Woolf

day 3 - Kara

"The shortest poem is a name.” —Anne Michaels

day 4 - money

"Every moment happens twice." ― Zadie Smith

day 5 - maroon

"nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." -Kait Rokowski

day 6 - write

“Let us turn over the pages, and I will add, for your amusement, a comment in the margin.” - Virginia Woolf

day 7 - love

"I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you" - Dylan Thomas

read or follow along on Ao3 too

#supercorp #supergirl #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #also forgot I had a writing tag so wanted to add that to #sg prompts #Kara and Lena and their love found in between the lines of some of my favorite poets and authors and musicians