#sing prompt

[ikarakie]

steve's favourite thing to do is interchange the names in songs with people's he knows. usually just as a bit of fun, like singing "gimme, gimme, gimme ro-bin after midnight!" to make her laugh in the car when she's had a bad morning. or, "i wish that i was dustin's girl!" in a horrific impression of suzie that makes the kid body slam him in retaliation.

so one day, when him and eddie are hanging out in his kitchen, amicably flitting around each other as they make food, he can't help himself. the drums start up from the radio in the corner and a smile spreads across his face, because he thought of this one weeks ago and has been dying to use it.

he whirls around and points at eddie, who's looked up at the sudden movement, with the business end of a wooden spoon. "oh, eddie you're so fine! you're so fine, you blow my mind! hey, eddie!" he takes a step forward, relishing in how munson's jaw drops to the floor. "hey, eddie!"

he does a sort of half shuffle, half dance around to eddie's other side, where he continues, jumping up and down and shaking his head back and forth with the beat, "oh, eddie you're so fine, you're so fine, you blow my mind!" he gets up in eddie's space, to where they're practically nose to nose, "hey eddie!"

"oh my god, what is happening?" eddie asks, trying his hardest to suppress a grin. steve continues to dance and sing like an idiot, abandoning the spoon on the counter to grab both eddie's hands and pull his arms back and forth in an attempt to get him dancing too.

by the start of the first verse eddie is half-heartedly bouncing along, watching steve with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. he thinks he's fucking beautiful like this- big blinding smile, full of energy- and takes a second to ponder the turns his life has taken to bring him here, in this moment. where steve harrington is singing a cheesy, upbeat love song at him, having replaced the name in it for his.

steve cups eddie's hands together and uses them as a makeshift microphone, belting out the lyrics to the chorus as eddie giggles along in the background. "-oh, eddie! what a pity, you don't understand," puts his best pouty face and places eddie's hand on his chest, over his heart. eddie's eyes widen. "you take me by the heart when you take me by the hand! oh, eddie, you're so pretty," really fucking emphasises the word pretty. because, damn. "why can't you understand? it's guys like you, eddie!" grabs him by the shoulders and rocks them both back and forth with each word. eddie's hand drops from his chest to circle around his waist, seemingly out of instinct, and fuck, he liked that.

eddie was staring at him now, sparkly eyed and hopeful. steve clasped his hands together at the base of eddie's neck, as he sung, a little less overzealous now, "oh, what you do, eddie, do eddie," as the gap between them got less and less. steve had to work to bite down the grin on his face.

"don't break my heart, eddie." he said, barely loud enough for them to hear over the music. eddie grinned, pressing their lips together as the chorus ended.

it was objectively bad, with the way they both smiled and giggled through the whole fucking thing, but god, who cares. to them, in that exact moment, it was the best damn kiss either of them had ever had.

until, that is, when eddie pulls back (very fucking regretfully) and realises something.

"we did not just have our first kiss to 'hey, mickey!' by toni basil." he whispers, in genuine horror. steve throws his head back with such bright laughter, still pressed against him, that it almost makes it worth it.

keyword almost, because then the menace leans back in, all coy, and replies, "i'm never, ever letting you forget it."

#steve plays the song at their wedding AND sings the eddie rendition into his ear #eddie cries like a baby #stranger things #prompt #steve harrington #imagine #steddie #stranger things prompt #eddie munson #steddie prompt #steve and eddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #steddie hc #steddie fluff

[khytal]

(siren au) 2nd encounter

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #khyt.art #give it up for day 3…….siren au #I do not have more of this sorry hsjdhsjdh #I only did it for the prompt x) #the only bit of lore I’ve got is that sirens can hear each other’s songs regardless of whether or not they’re singing above/under water #and vash is like. one of the ‘original’ sirens #anyway yeah gsjdhsjdhsjsh

[seafoamdew]

They belt their heart out to Britney Spears on Karaoke Fridays.

#my art #sea-replies #prompts #hijack #frostcup #rotg #httyd #jack frost #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #then they boo at the machine when it gives them less than 100 because #umm did they not just sing their heart out or what? #their singing is less than 100? LIES

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

More half baked ideas idk what to do with

1. Danny is singing along to the instrumental version of a broadway musical song (I was thinking "the other side" from the greatest show on earth) in an old abandoned-ish theater he found while exploring the Infinite Realms.

He gets startled by a guy in a red domino mask when he starts singing the second person in the duet.

Danny: *surprised Pikachu face*

Danny: *Happily singing the duet with this guy with a red bat symbol on his chest. It probably means nothing. Probably*

Meanwhile RR watches from the shadows, recording everything for blackmail

2. Dick has been having a reoccurring nightmare about a boy who looks just like him wearing a white and black hazmat outfit.

The boy always screams in terror or pain as he falls into a Lazarus green void, hand outstretched as if he were reaching out for Dick to save him as he falls into oblivion. Then the large metal doors to an octagonal doorway slam shut, blocking Dicks view.

Dick wakes up in a cold sweat

3. Danny, as a civilian in Gotham, trusts his local vigilantes way too much. It may be a byproduct of him being a former vigilante himself, but if he has a problem he thinks a bat would like to know about, he tells them and is generally happy to vibe with them

Aka he leads Robin to injured/stuck animals that Danny himself -as a totally normal non-meta teen who totally has parents and a safe place to live- can't free/cure.

Hes an informant to Red Hood

Hes practically seducing Red Robin with new inventions

The Batgirls check up on him every so often for the tea and to raid his snacks

Oracle saw him using his powers and has decided to mentor him on the down low. They exchange favors often.

Ect.

Oh, and he's doing this all while "disguised" with an over-sized hoodie whose hood no one can see into the darkness of.

4. The League of Assassins think Danny is some type of god/miracle child and will do anything to get thier hands on him.

Danny thinks this would be fine if not for the stabby nature of the cult chasing him around. He doesn't want to be tortured for his sass. No thank you.

5. Danny finds a clone baby in a tube, and upon realizing it was braindead and had no soul he overshadowed the tiny body. He didn't really have much of a choice. He had taken massive damage in a fight against a monster in the IR and didn't really wanna find out how far his "die and resurrect self at will" powers went.

He did not expect to sleep for years and years in that tiny tube in that abandoned lab.

Aka one of Tims friends find a younger version of Tim sunning himself on a beach drinking lemonade

#prompts #fanfiction prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny fenton #batman #danny phantom #tim drake #robin #red robin #yum #damian wayne #jason todd #red hood #red hood singing with some random kid #or hes Jason right now idk

[hughmanbean]

Old Poetry

To fulfill the ambitions you chase,

Is considered impossible to most.

But perhaps if you present your case,

There may yet still be hope.

All submit before the High Queen,

So perfect in aspects unseen.

She who ensures the proceedings of nature,

And works with the machinations of time.

May show the mercy to cater,

And give a bless'd sign.

Find yourself at the foot of her throne,

Pay all respects, or stand alone.

Listen close as you come near,

To be audience of her most heavenly voice.

Tones so soft to sooth all fear,

Many would kill to get the choice.

To defy her is to defy fate,

Her will too strong, her power too great.

To tip the scales in your favor,

Prince and princess must be found.

Each have the chance to persuade her,

Though be wary the plans they've wound.

Praise the High Queen, praise be!

She accepts only those that are worthy!

Gaze upon a being so divine,

Present throughout all of infinity!

Just remember to keep in mind,

She is more than you'll ever be.

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

Constantine looks away from the inscription embedded onto the side of the stone. That's the fifth version of it today. Every single one of them are on the outskirts of the city, surrounding it. Bats might have been right. This seems fishy.

#high queen danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #I'm losing it #Poetry? From me? #I know #Danny can def sing beautifully #Be it opera falsetto or jazz #Ba dum tsh #But fr he probably has like an angelic androgynous voice #danielle phantom #dan phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt

[chickenandwhumplings]

Whumpees who make music. Maybe they’re a pianist, maybe they play a guitar or ukulele, maybe they sing.

And Whumper can make them unable to make music. Or force them to make music only for them.

Break their hands. Destroy their voice. Or keep them like a caged bird.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whump tropes #whump idea #whump prompts #whumper #whump scenario #singing whumpee

[weird-an]

Jim Hopper doesn‘t know what crime he has committed to be punished like this. But that‘s what you get from being a softie and taking in another stray in.

Billy is pacing up and down in the living room, spitting insults and mumbling incoherent sentences.

”I don‘t really get what‘s happening here“, Jim admits. He leans against the kitchen counter. He has been watching the teenager for 15 minutes now. He has no idea what‘s going on.

”I… I… bought that fucking polo shirt for Steve and now his parents came and gave him the same fucking thing. I can‘t find the fucking receipt. I spend so much money on it.“ Billy is nearly screaming.

”What?“ Jim asks dumbfounded. He feels like he is missing several things here. A polo shirt? For Steve?

”Are you fucking deaf, Hopper?“ Billy groans.

His foster kid is a drama queen, Jim decides.

”Why would you buy Steve such an expensive gift?“

Billy‘s face turns crimson red.

Oh.

Jim sighs. ”Get your jacket.“

”Are you throwing me out?“ Billy stares at him, eyes wide and fearful.

Jim rolls his eyes. ”No, we‘re buying your boyfriend a Christmas present.“

”He is not-“

”Can I tell him you said this?“

”No! Please, okay, he kind of is my boyfriend.“

”Let‘s go then.“

#mariah carey has already started singing #it prompted me #harringrove #billy hargrove #hopper is the reluctant dad billy needs #hopper & billy #billy x steve

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It was quite a shock when Damian had asked his brothers for assistance in a project for his advance music theory class.

It was a unspoken knowledge that music was a part of the Wayne family.

If they didn’t have an affinity for an instrument then it was singing and if not singing dancing.

Almost everyone who came into the family had some sort or knack and those who hadn’t picked it up along the way.

Damian was the most uninterested members when he had joined the family so it was quite a shock when he demanded help this morning.

Testing out the drums Jason shared a look with the others before asking,

“So why did you need all of us to begin with? You’re not recording or anything right?”

Damian let out a tch as for himself ready,

“Not right now, but I felt it imperative to go over my composition at least once altogether, in case I felt the need to add.”

The kid continued to tune the ukulele in his hands.

It was a strange choice for the ex assassin but when questioned he merely claimed it was due to it’s size being easier to travel with.

“Well I think it’s an interesting choice in lead instrument baby bird!”

Dick claimed as he played with his maraca while glancing over his sheet music.

“I think it will go nicely with the your lyrics! But I do have to ask-“

“I made the lyrics very clear.”

“And you did! But-“

Damian gave a glare as Dick took a seat.

“I will cut out the maracas, do not test me Richard.”

Tim gave a snort from his place slumped over the piano,

“Just be glad you got to see the vocal sheet music, he just annotated the places he wanted me to harmonize with you.”

“Yeah we’ll you kind of have to be more focused my your hands than anything else.”

Silence fell as they finished their warm ups and Damian began to strum his cords.

The eldest watched as the others raised their eyebrows at the tempo and of the tune but came just the the same.

“I lost my cool, I’m not sure how to act, not even sure how I can keep my pride intact.”

Jason felt his eyebrows raise at the lyrics as Dick and Tim started their backup harmonies.

“No, I'm not falling for you, so please have mercy on me

'Cause it's not romantic, I swear I'm not gasping for air

I want you to be here, but please don't come near

'Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding

I'm not ready for hand holding

It's not love, I swear It might be closer to despair.”

The first interlude began and Jason shot an incredulous look at Dick. Was this the demon brat? Were they sure he hadn’t been replaced in the night with some sappy clone?

Dick for his part tried to convey to younger brother to just keep playing.

“No, I don't want want you to teach me how to dance Get your heart away from me, you'll put me into a trance

And even though I think about you day and night

I'm not sure if this whole love thing sounds quite right”

Tim craned his neck as the chorus started again, to look at Damian and nearly fell off his stool when he realized that there was blush on the younger’s face.

‘Who in god’s name has somehow wiggled their way past the kid’s defenses?!’

Damian, for his part was refusing to look in the other’s direction as he powered through to the last verse.

“Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding

I'm not ready for hand holding

It's not love, I swear

It might be closer to despair”

Crooning the last notes to the song, Damian seemed to take a moment to gather himself before quickly striking last note and letting the room fill with silence.

No one seemed to know how to react after such a performance for a second.

Then Dick tried to clear the frog in his throat and the moment was over.

“Baby bird-“

“Cease your prodding, this was for a school project and nothing more.”

Damian gritted out as he stood from his seat,

“Now if you excuse me I am going to return to my room, I feel that if I were to add a bass to the background it would help with the mixing of sounds.”

And left as quickly as he could without raising suspicions.

“Holy fuck,”

Jason breathed out,

“When did the brat gain his first crush?”

“It has to be new.”

Tim rubbed his temple with his thumb,

“He’s still clearly in denial so he hasn’t really gotten used to the idea.”

“You say that like he doesn’t share his dna with the most emotionally constipated man in the known universe.”

“Guys.”

Dick raised his hands in exasperation,

“We can argue on whether or not he’s conscious about his crush later. Right now I want to do some background checks on this person.”

Before exiting the music room,

Tim gave him a disbelieving look,

“Background checks? Dick we don’t even have a name here.”

“Yeah dickhead, even if we’re assuming that he wrote this song about someone in his school we’re still looking a number in the hundreds.”

“That would be true,”

Dick’s eyes took a mischievous look as the other’s followed him into the office.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that Damian had complained about this assignment beforehand, so I know for a fact that it’s about someone in his Advanced music theory class.”

Jason and Tim shared a similar expression as they joined him in the cave.

“That does narrow it down a bit, what’s an average class size replacement?”

“Oh about 20 students, but with the fact that this is an non essential elective course, I would bet it to be smaller.”

With a shared nod and grin they started up the bat computer.

Not like they had any other big plans today anyways.

————

The song if you want

#listen this song has been hitting me over the head white the dead serious vibes so I finally gave in #dp x dc #writing prompt #dc x dp #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #dead serious #denial is a hell of a drug #and Damian may have a bit of an addiction to it #papa bats was very much watching the entire thing through his cameras #it is Danny he’s singing about #danny phantom #shipping #writting prompt #one shot

[xiaomao-ai-wo]

2/5

Orange cream macaroons

Amphibiuary2024 prompts dessert & orange (tomorrow)

#amphibiuary2024 #frog #dessert #orange #I draw on work days of course so I shall be double dipping any sat/sunday prompts #honestly I was aiming for round and dessert but I was not satisfied with the roundness #ideally round/sing tomorrow and we'll be back on track :)

[zexal-bunny20]

Radiodust - More than anything

#zexal-bunny20's art #hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #radiodust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel angel dust #sketch #(there was a radiodust week on twitter and one of the prompts was them singing this song.) #(I didn't do all of them but this idea was cute.)

[jump-in-the-whump]

"Can you tell me where it hurts the most?"

Whumpee tries to focus on Caretaker's face, their eyelids feeling heavy. They take a deep breath and shake their head slightly. "I… I don't know. Everywhere hurts…"

Caretaker nods, understanding their pain, and leans forward, their hand brushing against Whumpee's cheek gently. The cool touch of Caretaker's fingers against their hot skin sends a shiver down Whumpee's spine.

"I will do my best to ease your pain." Caretaker promises softly, and then they begin to hum a soothing melody, one that sounds like home, Whumpee thinks.

Whumpee listens intently to the melody, their eyes closing as they try to focus on the sound. They feel a strange warmth spreading through their body as the melody washes over them, soothing their pain.

"Th-thank you...." Whumpee whispers, their voice barely audible, before passing out completely.

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #whump scenario #whump drabble #whump community #whumpee #caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #whumpee caretaker #sick #fever #hurt/comfort #aftermath #fainting #singing #jump-in-the-writing

[mrspockify]

Mario only ever shaves his moustache once, and its because after he does it, Peach keeps saying its fine and he can do whatever he wants with his facial hair, she loves him regardless! ...... but also she can't seem to look at him and it makes him so sad he never does it again :(

#idk what would prompt him to do it #maybe it got singed by bowser and instead of keeping it uneven he just decides to start over #instant regret #mareach

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 48

The music mister and ember working together. Ember could be making his stuff more powerful. Maybe him making more people chant her name to give her a boost. Idk i just want the two to meet.

Batman and phantom then having to team up. Both are able to block out one of the villains abilities.

Could be how they find out about amity.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #Batman #ember mclain #the music meister #i just want the two to interact #i think they’d vibe #imagine the headache it could cause #Danny expecting just to deal with his menace #only for there to be a guy singing #hey why is Danny listening to that guy #ember strumming her guitar blast at Batman #hey why are my batarangs going through her #it would be fun

[fanaticsnail]

IMMEDIATELY: I need to write more for Sanji

Look at him singing along to one of my absolute favourite goddesses: Indila.

Send me prompts and fic requests for our blonde curly-brow chef and I'll be like:

Because there is literally:

#opla #one piece #opla fic #one piece live action #x reader #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji singing #indila #black leg sanji #sanji x you #fic request #send me a prompt #your honor i love him #chefs of one piece #another baratie fic

[onboardsorasora]

50. Disney Princess Film AU from this prompt list

No one prompted me for this– BUT I’d been talking about this with @purplesallthewaydown and then it was there as a prompt. So El, clearly I need to unleash this into the world.

Enchanted AU lets go– please….suspend EVERY disbelief you have. This will not make sense lmao

Daniel is Giselle, he’s in Monaco from the fairy tail land of Perth. He got here because he was driving around in his truck, singing a happy song and following a horse that just wanted to run and they ended up at the airport. The birds told him that the planes make humans fly like them and he thought that was as good an idea as any.

So he’s in Monaco, he’d been walking around, bumping into things because he’s doing tourist thing where you look up instead of in front of you. He comes to the pier and he’s tired, the birds in Monaco aren’t as helpful as the birds back home and he wants to go home. He’s singing an almost sad song and bumps into Max who is doing his normal daily run. They fall to the ground, Max atop Daniel naturally.

They’re both stunned, surprised, speechless. Max scrambles up and helps Daniel to his feet.

“Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Max is checking Daniel over, making sure his oversized sweatshirt maybe didn’t get ripped or his knees didn’t get skinned since he’s wearing tiny shorts. He clocks the bright tattoos on Daniel’s thigh, maybe they glow a little with Daniel’s inner Disney Princess happiness?

“I’m ok. I just don’t know where I am.” Daniel smiles sheepishly, embarrassed. He hadn’t been able to find many other wild animals and the birds really weren’t helpful here.

“Oh? Where are you from?” Max is now concerned, because who truly gets lost nowadays with technology where it was.

“I’m from Perth!” Daniel says proudly, a wide smile on his face. “The birds guided me.”

Did his tattoos glow a little brighter?

“That’s in Australia right?”

Daniel shrugs in a very uncaring way. What did he know about geography when he enjoyed his days basking in the sun by his family’s ranch or hiking in the mountains or by the beach swimming with the mermaids?

Max presses his tongue behind his teeth as he thinks of what to do. Daniel gets distracted by a butterfly and starts following behind it dreamily, maybe she will guide him back home. He almost bumps into another jogger when Max grabs his arm and pulls him back into his space. They both blush.

“I’m Max.”

“Daniel!”

Max takes Daniel home, because it's the only logical next step. He can maybe book him a flight back to Perth if Daniel has no family around. It's a lot in terms of being a good samaritan, but Max is loaded and single and lives alone in the city and a race car driver on time off.

So they're in Max’s flat and he pulls out a laptop to check flights maybe, and gets distracted by Daniel literally curled around Jimmy and Sassy. He was talking to them softly and they were purring up a storm. Max has never seen this happen in his life. Sassy hates people and Jimmy takes 5 business days to allow pets.

He’s floored, flabbergasted, flummoxed. Just who was this guy?

Daniel is supremely happy, Jimmy and Sassy are wonderful hosts. They’ve told him that the birds here are in fact unfriendly, and mean. They told him that Max is wonderful but he’s often not home so they sometimes get lonely, but they’re happy together. So he starts singing to them, a lovely little ditty about nutsacks and ball hair and they cuddle closer to him. His tattoos glow brighter and the ship sails move a little because that's what they do when Daniel is happy.

Max is just staring at this all happening on the floor by his patio doors– what the actual fuck is going on?

So since Daniel is distracted with the cats, Max googles about any magic in Australia. And apparently…there's a lot. It's a utopia for magical creatures and some humans that live there are gifted, it's usually a good way to tell if someone is a good person or not– how strong their aura and aptitude. Considering Daniel was glowing and talking to his fucking cats, Max thinks that an ok sign.

“Uhm, Daniel?”

“Yes Maxy?” Daniel sung back, looking up from the cats.

“How did you get here?”

“Oh! It was like the most amazing thing!” Daniel clambers up and breaks out into song about how he had been gossiping with the horses and alpacas and then they went for a ride and the birds told him about the ‘airport’ which was a very weird place with birds for people. And he got on a big bird plane and fell asleep and got snacks and slept some more.

And while this is happening, Max is sat in his couch wide eyed as this man dances around his apartment, singing. And birds started hovering on his patio, unable to do more because it's screened in. Daniel flutters to a stop on the couch beside him and hugs Max close because he’s so happy and Max has been so nice to him. And his mom said that sometimes people want to try to take advantage of him but Sassy and Jimmy promised that Max is good, and he believes them.

And Max is….poor thing. Max is completely out of his depth. He’s thunderstruck. But there's a part of his brain that wants to keep Daniel, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Part 2

#and Max maybe kinda waffles about buying daniel that ticket home and takes him hiking in the mountains #and daniel is so so happy because the birds up HERE are much nicer and the squirrels and other wildlife and he sings more #and he glows and the animals follow them and Max has to explain to people that this is...normal maybe #writing prompt #but he's SO endeared #disney enchanted au #maxiel #max/daniel

[fiovske]

Hi! If you’re accepting requests for the unusual palettes challenge, could I request something Beaujes (maybe a sparring match?) in the “evil” palette?

(also, love your art! your blog is where I go to scroll through when it is Real Missing Beaujes Hours 😅)

could not adhere to colour palette bc i forget abt everything when i am drawing them but I hope this is to your liking <3

#beaujester #beaujes #thank u sm for the prompt! drawing them makes my heart sing #and thank u SO MUCH for liking my art <33 means the world to me <3 #fiovske draws