Briar Ridge Prompts

[briarridgeprompts]

Here's a music related ask meme to hopefully get the creative juices flowing! Please ensure to send at least one ask to everyone who is participating for each of their characters!

Send a 🎵 for a song about a specific time in my muse's life (specify the incident)

Send a 🎼 for a random song from my muse's playlist

Send a 🎊 for a party song from my muse's playlist

Send a 😘 for a song my muse likes to have sex to

Send a 💖 for a song that makes me think of our characters (specify who)

Send a 🔥 for a song that always gets them motivated

Send a ❤️ for a love song from my muse's playlist

Send a 💔 for a breakup song from my muse's playlist

Send a ✨ for a song that reminds my muse of someone

Send a 🕺 for a song that is guaranteed to make my muse get up and dance

Send a 😁 for a song that always cheers my muse up

Send a 😢 for a song my muse listens to when they're sad

Send a 💞 for my muse to explain what their favorite music genre is

Send a 🎤 for my muse's go to karaoke song

Send a 🏋️‍♀️ for a song my muse loves to listen to at the gym

Send a 🙈 for my muse's guilty pleasure song

Send a 🔁 for my muse's favorite/most played song

[summcrspencer]

"Wait!" Summer's voice could be heard, even though she was talking to no one in particular—maybe one of the many voices in her head?—and reaching her hand out in a stopping motion. "This. Is. Perfect." It was not a squeal—not even a shriek if you think about it—but it was definitely there. There was little she loved more than perusing trinkets at garage sales or antique shops, this one being the former. She would never understand what would bring someone to put their shit on display for a whole neighborhood to see, but boy, she was glad they did it. She was meant to be there—with her hair in a messy bun, her cuttoff shorts, and the graphic tee that said podcast people are people too ( one of the many dead air merch that had gone poof in her shop ). She was meant to be there, and find that precious tiny doll that looked like it had seen better times. "Don't you think this looks haunted? It definitely looks haunted, right?" The doll was shoved in her unsuspecting victim's face. Summer was never good at personal boundaries, and it showed.

open starter for everyone — capping at 3. location — someone's garage sale, any neighborhood.

[frankie-dilan]

OPEN starter at Everything Goes, early morning.

The to-go cup was warm in Frankie’s hand, but one sip told her everything she needed to know.

“Mm, nope. That’s not mine,” she said, wincing as she pulled the cup away from her lips and squinted at the label. “This is... sweet. Like, cavity sweet.”

The barista — bright-eyed, frazzled, and probably two hours into a twelve-hour shift — gave her an apologetic wince. “Oh shoot, sorry! You ordered the half-sweet oat milk, right? That one’s full vanilla and two pumps of caramel.”

Frankie smiled, easy. “It happens.”

“We’ve got yours coming up now. You can just keep that one, though,” the barista added with a shrug. “On the house.”

Frankie blinked at the cup in her hand, then turned to glance at the person behind her in line. She tilted her head, holding the cup out with a crooked grin. “Hey. You want an accidental sugar rush? I'll get you a new lid, of course.” she said. “Full vanilla, caramel, and a guaranteed jolt straight to the bloodstream. You know... in case your morning needed extra caffeine and a personality."

[reinayourparade]

who: Reina & anyone where: Rusty Spur

"Slide me another one, please." she waved down a bartender and ordered, a look of annoyance placed onto her features. She had tried going on yet another date set up on one of her dating apps. It ended with her throwing her drink on him for insinuating that she'd sneak off with him within the first five minutes of their interaction and give him the time of his life.

Now, if he had been someone she was consistent with, or maybe an ex, then hell yeah because Reina was in need...sad to say. However, he wasn't—and he looked nothing like his photos. So, at the bar she stood, waiting on her next drink to make its way to her before she'd maybe attempt going out onto the floor so she could keep enjoying her night. While she waited, she let her gaze travel out amongst the crowd, looking for anyone she might know.

[pinarxcerkez]

starter for anyone (@briarridgeprompts) capping at 2

location: briar ridge beach

The water lapped gently against the edge of the shore. Pinar took a slow and deep breath, letting the ocean fill her lung as she watched her daughter play in the sun. Aysa was barefoot, sun-kissed and laughing alongside the friends she had made. She was with some friends she had made, her daughter living in a world where fear did not lurk around every corner. Each night, each day, Pinar wrestled with the same question: if she had done right by her daughter, taking her from the only world that she knew. But, as she watched her playing in the sand along the water's edge with nothing but laughter, the answer was clear. She had.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the beach and caught her by surprise as it plucked the hat from her head. "Oh!" She gasped, startled as the straw brim hat tumbled away from her. Pinar stood quickly and brushed the sands from her hands, but before taking a step in the direction of the hat, she took one look at her daughter, making sure she knew where she was before the pursuit began.

[kitcastellanos]

open to anyone (0/2) location: briar ridge rec center

He'd been out of the game for a little while, mostly since he had moved to Briar Ridge. But back home, Kit was somewhat of an athlete. As a child, he played little league, which rolled over into what could've been a professional baseball career had it not been for that fateful night in October when he was 16. Dislocated his knee in the middle of the SEC Finals and he never went back to baseball again.

However, as he grew older, and he needed to find a new way to occupy himself between the depression and the alcoholism, he took up being a little bit of a gym nut. Everyday was the same routine, and he liked to stay consistent. Wake up 4:30am. Drink a protein shake 4:45am. Gym 5:30am. Healthy breakfast 6:45am. Then he could start his day.

But it had officially hit the three-month mark of not being consistent in the slightest. In LA, he also had the pleasure of having an in-home gym where he could roll out of bed and just get started. But here, he had to make sure his schedule and his babysitter aligned with the times he wanted to go out to the Rec Center and get a workout in.

Finally, this particular Thursday evening, he had the opportunity to go get his work out in. He headed to the gym, found a little place in the corner to get started on his stretches, put his noise-canceling earphones on and got going.

[leylayilmz]

WHO — open starter (0/4) WHERE — the beach WHEN — one afternoon

Leyla kicked off her slides and let them land wherever, already peeling off her tank top without breaking stride. The sand was hot beneath her feet, the water looked decent, and she hadn't had a good, dramatic swim in way too long. She paused long enough to side-eye whoever was closest, squinting against the sun like she was weighing whether or not to drag them in with her. "This is either healing or self-sabotage. We'll know in about ten minutes." She marched toward the water like it owed her money, pausing only to glance over her shoulder with raised brows, curious. "You gonna continue standing there looking pretty, or are you coming in?" Then she turned and walked straight into the water like she belonged there — hips swaying, zero hesitation, already half-smiling at whatever chaos she planned to start next.

[sebolivar]

WHERE: Random NPC House Party... at night!

OPEN STARTER

Drunk and with a full bladder, Sebastian climbed the crowded staircase, hoping to use the upstairs bathroom. In a big house like this, it was rumored that there were two bathrooms up here, but one was in the master suite, which was off-limits to party guests. He wasn't too bothered by it, but when he saw someone rush into the bathroom just before someone else closed the door, he began to consider breaking the rules just this once. It could have been a trick of the light, and he was drunk, so perhaps he was imagining things. Regardless, Sebastian waited, taking gentle sips from his red cup as he leaned against the railing.

As the ten-minute mark passed, Sebastian's patience began to wear thin. He glared at the door, wondering if the guy in front of him was taking a massive shit or if there was actually someone else who had gone in with him. Hesitant to eavesdrop, he noticed that everyone else on the staircase was distracted. He quickly pressed his ear to the door. His brows furrowed, and he pulled back; first, he heard the quiet sound of clothes rustling, followed by a soft gasp.

It didn't take more than a couple of seconds of muffled noises for Sebastian to confirm that there were definitely two people behind this door, and he realized he wouldn't be using the restroom anytime soon. He sighed and turned just in time to see someone else climbing up the stairs, their face reflecting a similar sense of urgency. Or maybe Sebastian was just projecting his own need to pee.

"Hi," he greeted them innocently, gesturing lazily toward the door. “This one’s—” A loud moan echoed from behind the door. “—Occupied,” he finished, unable to suppress a laugh.

[sonnysolis]

status — open (0/3)

location— side of the road, hating life

Why her? Why of all days must she be the one stranded on an empty two-lane road that cuts through the backwoods outside of Briar Ridge all alone?

The sun has now dipped just below the horizon, casting everything in that heavy, in-between light — not quite dark, but definitely not safe either. The air smells like pine, old dust, and something metallic. Sonny’s car sits half on the shoulder, hazard lights blinking weakly into the twilight. The front left tire, shredded. Her hands are stained with grease, and her jaw is tight with the frustration she refuses to show.

Meanwhile, she stands with her arms crossed, back leaning against the car like she owns the stretch of road she was stranded on. Her black leather jacket laying tossed across the passenger seat, the faint glow of a cigarette flickering between her fingers — unlit, just something to keep her hands busy.

The engine is dead silent. Her phone has two bars of signal, just enough to tease her with almost loading a map, then crashing every time she tries to do something useful. No spare tire. No roadside assistance. And, of course, no one else on the road for miles — until now.

Headlights cut through the trees behind her, slow and cautious. She doesn’t move at first. Just stays still, one boot pressed into the dirt, watching the oncoming vehicle in the rearview mirror like it might be fate, or something worse.

When the car finally rolls to a stop beside hers, she flicks her gaze toward the driver but doesn’t smile.

“Please tell me you’re not lost, a serial killer.” Her tone is dry but not entirely unfriendly. “Got a flat. No spare. Cell’s basically useless. So unless you’re here to gawk, rob me, or trade car parts, I could really use a hand.” She arches a brow, the barest hint of amusement tugging at the corner of her lips. “And no—before you ask—I don’t know how to say ‘please’ or 'thank you'. You’ll just have to live with that.”

[cassiagallo]

open starter for whoever — on the curb, outside of an house

She could laugh but given how close she was to crying, she knew better than to chance her luck any further today. It felt like an hour that she'd been sat here but she knew it was less than thirty minutes. She didn't have a phone, no house key, barely any dignity as she sat outside of the home she'd just locked herself out of. Her friend had warned her about this cursed entrance, and it was funny how she remembered the moment she stepped out and heard the door lock that she needed to bring a key.

At the sight of someone approaching, she jumped up and extended her hands so she didn't seem like a threat. "Please tell me you know how to pick a lock." Hell, she'd take any kind of break in at this point but this seemed like the safest option that wouldn't require her to buy a whole new window. "I'm house sitting and I locked myself out."

[feed-your-inbox]

My muse is under an honesty spell for one hour.

Send 👐+ any question you wish to ask my muse. They will have no choice but to answer truthfully.

[taggedmemes]

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!

send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma

send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone

send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone

send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't

send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them

send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them