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[cursedcuriosities]

50 A Softer World Prompts

Inspired by this prompt list by @sleepy-skittles that is fantastic and well-curated!

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I really like my friends and I probably wouldn't last very long on the lam, but sometimes you're cutting your food and laughing and you think, adventure is just one mistake away. (those with 'something to fall back on' invariably fall back on it.)

I love you like crazy. If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn't know what to do. Turn myself in, I guess. (love, love me do)

Maybe the Earth would be better off without us. Safe and clean and perfect, like a toy nobody ever played with. (Pretty and pointless)

You aren't really a good person, but god damn you make bad look awesome. (no one could steer me right, but mama tried.)

Do not be ashamed of your secrets. I can't imagine a lion who thinks starving is better than someone watching them kill. (You shouldn't be afraid they will see the real you. They should be.)

Who says life can't be an adventure? Because whoever said that is probably the villain. (I can be more than just me.)

I know I want love, but I have no idea who will make me happy. Emptiness doesn't know its own shape. (I miss something I've never known.)

Those who can, do. Those who can't, apparently run this fucking place. (the best revenge is bitter sarcasm and unhappiness)

He knows he's good in bed is the problem, so once in a while after I've come I'll say something like "aw frig." (I used to say this when we had oatmeal, too.)

I'll be late again tonight. So when you finish yourself off, be extra passionate, like I'm making it up to you. (take a pic with your phone if anything exciting happens.)

When I figure out how to do this all by myself your planet is doomed. (tell me, where is evil bred, in the heart or in the head?)

If poetry could describe the way you make me feel, poetry would be illegal. (Or anyway I might get arrested.)

It matters how we treat the people we love. But I'm starting to worry it matters how we treat the people we nail, too. (I'm screwed.)

Everybody dies. Every single person. So, style counts. (Is that what you're wearing?)

I wish there was a word that meant "goodbye" for someone who was already gone. (I wish I didn't need to know.)

Smart people play chess in their heads. Geniuses play chess in bed. (Strip chess!)

They say when you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. They underestimate me. (mr. state trooper. please don't stop me. please don't stop me.)

If you died, I would go through hell to bring you back. That would be easy. I'm not sure how to deal with us just drifting apart. (yhtapa drol krad ruo)

It turns out that sometimes the future actually belongs to someone else. (It's mathematics)

I know that love isn't about possession. I'm just saying, maybe we could pretend it is? In bed? (then we'll go back to real life)

When you smile at me my heart races. I thought you were dead! (Did you used to have so many teeth?)

I can't remember our first kiss. Was this really all it was? (The past is a foreign country.)

There are no sweeter words than this. Nothing lasts forever. (Sure, play another song. I've got nothing better to do.)

Happiness is not a house where you can live. (but it is a house you can build.)

Life is essentially a chess game. You have to plan and calculate and I am so lonely. (If you play the opening wrong, the game is already lost.)

I wish being a good person could erase the bad things I've done. (I guess that'd be incentivizing decency though.)

I found a spell to make you love me in my mom's room. Now I don't know what to believe. (That's it. I'm moving out.)

If I could be an expert in just one arcane and madness-induced field of study, it would be you. (at the mountains of madness… if you know what I mean.)

You have me right where I want me. (finish me quick! before the ice cream melts!)

I'm glad that you're doing well these days. I'm doing well too. Probably even better than you are. (Anyway, I have TWO new boyfriends. So.)

I am not good enough for you. But if I were, would I still feel this way? (You can't always want what you get.)

I'm tied to the tracks. But I don't need you to rescue me. I need you to be the train. (wicked dastardly)

Will you still love me when I am a spooky ghost? (Yes. Yes, always, yes.)

When people say our love won't last forever, it sounds like they think anything will. (I just smile and say 'compared to what?')

You make me want to pretend to be a better man. (I promise, I'm going to seem to do right by you.)

Waking up next to you is like when other people get to sleep in and keep dreaming. (I have my own sexy Freddy Krueger.)

Some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. (How do you say goodbye to someone who was never there?)

I am terrified I will never find another love like ours. (chasing the dragon.)

Everyone wants someone they can bring home to mom. I need someone to distract my mom while I raid the medicine cabinet. (someone who thinks suggested dosages are quaint.)

I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all. (I wish I knew what you were missing.)

Life is never so bleak that you can't turn things around with a crime spree. (There is always hope! Everybody on the floor!)

Marriage isn't just between a man and a woman. It's between any two people who love each other and want to ruin their lives. (in front of jesus and everybody.)

Live every day like the cops have no idea. (They probably don't!)

If I could have just one wish, I would probably screw it up. (here. you might as well have it.)

Don't get weird, but I'm not really from the gas company. I just want to see what your house was like inside. It's nice! (it does kind of smell like gas though)

I wish there was a better word than 'sorry.' But then I'd probably need a better word than that. (cunnilingus? a…analingus?)

Maybe I would be better of without you, but let's be honest. Not drastically better off. (The Earth is better of without humans, too, but here we are.)

It would be easier to deal with falling out of love if it hadn't somehow made the sex exciting again. (Now we can do all the things I felt bad about doing when I loved you.)

There are some secrets I will take to my grave. But I don't want loving you to be one of them. (this, at least, is up to me.)

Sometimes two people can love each other, even though one is a wrist and the other is a razor. (open sesame)

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 ··· a collection of last confessions, war-eve devotion, and borrowed time roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, angst, war. 

I will not bid you farewell. I refuse it, so do not ask such a thing of me.

Come here. Only come to me. We need not speak of what awaits us on the morrow.

Should some ill befall me, there is a letter within my tent. You must not read it unless there is cause.

I never feared death before tonight. Then again, I had no reason to return before I had you.

You have honed that sword as though the blade has given you some mortal offense. Put it down and speak to me.

I deceived you. I am afraid, terribly so. 

Do not dare speak of loving me tonight merely because you fear the dawn will deny you another chance.

They drink and sing as though some grand feast awaits us. How can they bear it? Why are they not all screaming?

I cannot cease counting the hours that remain.

Lie beside me. I cannot endure this silence alone.

If I do not return, do not suffer them to invent some noble falsehood about my death. Tell it precisely as it was.

There is something I would tell you, but first you must swear not to turn my confession into a farewell.

The fire is nearly spent. Shall I tend it? 

I wrote your name upon the inside of my shield. You need not look upon me so.

We ought to sleep. There can be no question of it. Why, then, are neither of us sleeping?

My thoughts keep returning to the orchard at home. Somehow, you are always there, waiting beside the gate.

How many souls in this camp do you suppose shall yet be living when the sun reaches its height tomorrow?

I have never been much inclined toward prayer. For you, however, I would fall upon my knees.

I stole this wine from the commander’s stores. Speak of it to no one. Come and drink with me.

Promise me you will remain behind the lines. I know full well you shall not, but promise me all the same.

My hands will not be still. They have trembled so since the sun went down.

Tell me something in which war has no part. Anything at all. Tell me of your mother’s garden, or of some hound you loved when you were young.

I cannot stop imagining what shall become of me if I survive and you do not.

I have endured six campaigns. This is the first in which someone has awaited my return. I had thought it would lend me courage. It has made the fear far worse.

Do not look toward the ridge. Do not count their fires. Come back within the tent.

If this is to be our final night, I would rather not waste it pretending to be brave.

I left something in the quartermaster’s keeping for you. It is only a precaution—nothing more.

Every soldier in this camp is seeking peace with whatever powers may hear them tonight. I have come to seek mine with you.

The stars appear no different here than they did above our home. It seems almost an insult that they should remain unchanged.

Will you fasten my armor in the morning? I find I cannot trust my life beneath any hands but yours.

I have rehearsed all that I shall say to you afterward, once the battle is won. It has become quite the speech.

They granted us an extra ration tonight. That is how one knows the danger is grave—they fill a man’s belly before sending him forth to die.

I wish I had met you in some gentler place. A market square, perhaps, or upon a harbor road—anywhere that did not have a war fastened to it.

If I fall tomorrow, take my horse. She knows the road home and shall bear you there safely. 

You are the only soul in this camp who can make me remember that I am more than flesh fashioned to carry a sword.

I can scarcely believe I am spending what may be my final night alive quarreling with you. What are we quarreling over, even now?

I do not know how this is meant to be endured—the waiting, the knowing, the helplessness of it. How does anyone bear such a night?

I shall find you afterward. When the field grows quiet and the dust has settled, I shall come for you. Remain somewhere I may find you.

Hold still and allow me to look upon you. I would remember every part of this—the firelight, your foolish, beautiful face, all of it.

You keep assuring me that all shall be well. Enough. Do not speak promises you cannot know to be true.

I shall not sleep tonight, and you need not attempt to persuade me. Only remain awake beside me. That is all I ask.

I have made my peace with all that tomorrow may take from me—everything save you.

[thebestredscout]

Tryin' to think of questions to ask ya but I deadass got nothin' Boston boi

I got like question prompts all round the place I think. Check the tags on this post cos there's prompts an stuff there

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 ··· a collection of tournament glory, unspoken devotion, blood & spectacle roleplay sentence starters. genre: romance, rivalry, hurt and comfort, angst.

You shall not ride in this tourney. I care not what vows you made, nor to whom you made them.

Wear my favor. Only this once. None need know what it means—save you and me.

I watched you fall, and I swear my heart struck the earth before ever you did.

You rode as though you meant to die upon those lists. Tell me true—did you?

I need no ribbon bound about my lance to remember whom I fight for.

Half the realm is crying out your name, yet you look upon me as though no soul stands here but mine.

Let me see. Take off the armor and let me judge how grievously you are hurt.

You chose to tilt against him. Do not dishonor us both with a lie—I saw murder in your eyes.

I have sat in those stands since dawn, half-sick with fear, and you come before me grinning like some fool?

I want neither your victor’s wreath nor your glory. I want only that you return to me alive.

The whole court saw you name me queen of love and beauty. Do you understand what you have done?

I can no longer pretend to watch the tourney when my eyes have followed only you.

They bore you bloodied from the field. I did not draw breath again until they swore you yet lived.

That bruise is near as broad as my hand. Sit down—aye, sit—and let me tend you.

My lord husband sits beneath the king’s own pavilion, and you have named me your queen of love and beauty before half the realm.

Whose favor is that? Do not fashion some pretty lie for me. Tell me whose.

Never once have I prayed before a tilt. Today, I near wore the gods deaf with it.

If you die upon these lists, I shall never forgive you. Do you hear me? Not in this life, nor in any life to come.

You ride on the morrow, and sleep will not have me. Each time I close my eyes, I see the lance strike. I see you fall.

They name you the finest knight in all the Seven Kingdoms. Why, then, do you look as frightened as I feel?

I stitched that favor by candlelight, where no prying eye might see. If any should ask, it was never mine.

The way you looked upon me as they lowered your helm—do not look at me so. Not when you are about to ride beyond my reach.

I care nothing for the purse, the title, or the songs they may make of me. I entered these lists for you.

I beg you—yield. Let honor damn itself and yield.

Three tilts upon a cracked rib, and never once did you think to speak of it?

Every knight upon these lists hungers for glory. You are the only one for whom I am afraid.

I cannot be both the favor upon your lance and the secret you hide beneath your tongue.

The whole realm has gathered beyond this canvas, yet somehow this tent is the loneliest place in all the world.

Take it off. The armor, the courtesies, the brave face—all of it. There is no one here but me.

I did not so much as flinch when the others fell. Yet when they leveled their lances at you, I could not bear to look.

I crowned you because I would have all the realm know where my heart lies. I have grown weary of hiding it.

A man might have heard a feather fall when you rode into the lists. Even the king leaned forward to watch.

I stitched your wound while you swore it gave you no pain. Your hands trembled too fiercely for such a lie.

You speak of it as though it were but a game. Men have died playing at less.

The melee is no place for one who has something worth living for—and whether you will admit it or no, you have such a thing now.

Your hands are trembling. Give me the gauntlets; I shall lace them for you.

I have watched men fall from horseback since I was old enough to stand beside the lists. It never mattered until the man falling was you.

You do not ride with rage in your blood. You do not wield a lance so recklessly. Tell me what passed before you mounted.

I shall not sit meekly in the stands while you court death. If you mean to be reckless, then I mean to remain near enough to drag you back from it.

All believe you won that tilt cleanly. I alone saw you turn the blow aside at the final heartbeat.

Do not dare kneel before me. You are bleeding through your surcoat—rise, before the whole court sees.

Of all the knights who rode today, you alone came to my tent afterward. The others went to drink of their glory.

I watched you dedicate every victory you claimed today. Not one was given to me. I counted each of them.

How many times must I bind your wounds before you confess this is no longer a matter of honor?

I found your favor beneath the churned mud after the joust, trampled beneath horse and boot. Shall I return it, or must I go on pretending it means nothing to me?

I heard the lance splinter from across the field. I believe I screamed your name, though the gods know I remember little after.

You claim you fight for the realm, yet after every pass your eyes seek the very same place in the stands.

They are already making songs of your victory, and here I sit, cradling the hand that was broken to win it.

The tourney ends on the morrow—and what then? You ride north beneath your banners, whilst I remain behind these walls?

I did not come to see you win. I came because I could not trust the gods to keep you alive without me watching.

[joniiverse]

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[twistthe-knife]

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

[ Hey there ;3 ]

🔥 His most priced possession is a fountain pen his mother gave him when he graduated. Despite being a hand-me-down, to him it meant the world at the time, as he didn't usually feel rewarded for his accomplishments, much less by his parents. To him it's a symbol of his own "competence". If it's gone then it's a hit to his own self image.

Otherwise there isn't much he'd go too far to protect other than himself. Much less other people.

|| oh hi!! :]

[dungeonwriter]

𖥔⋆｡°✩ WEDDING SZN ⸻ a collection of prompts centered around weddings. adjust as necessary. add + reverse as needed.

sender and receiver are secretly planning their wedding together.

sender accidentally sees receiver's wedding dress/suit before the ceremony.

sender fixes receiver's tie/veil/jewelry moments before they walk down the aisle.

sender and receiver have five minutes alone together before the ceremony starts.

sender catches receiver crying during the ceremony.

sender gets emotional while reading their vows and has to stop for a moment.

sender whispers something stupid to receiver during the ceremony that makes them laugh.

sender and receiver share their first dance when nobody else is watching.

sender sneaks receiver away from their own reception for a few minutes of quiet.

sender and receiver are forced to give a speech about their relationship.

sender gets caught staring at receiver throughout the entire reception.

sender drunkenly tells receiver all over again why they love them.

sender and receiver sneak away to eat cake together because they haven't had a chance to eat all night.

sender discovers receiver kept one tiny thing from their wedding as a keepsake.

sender and receiver wake up the morning after their wedding and realize they're married.

sender and receiver are cleaning up after the reception together. everyone else has gone home.

sender and receiver sit on the floor of their empty reception venue, exhausted and happy.

sender asks receiver what their favorite moment from the wedding was.

sender finds receiver's wedding vows tucked away years later.

sender and receiver renew their vows years into their marriage.

sender finds receiver hiding somewhere before the ceremony because they're overwhelmed.

sender reassures receiver that they don't have to be nervous because they're already home.

sender realizes halfway down the aisle that they're going to spend the rest of their life with receiver.

sender's voice breaks while saying their vows.

sender asks receiver what made them realize they wanted to marry them.

sender tells receiver one thing they're excited to experience with them in the future.

sender and receiver write letters to each other to open on their wedding day.

sender and receiver talk about everything they've survived together before saying their vows.

sender asks receiver what they hope their life looks like ten years from now.

sender and receiver have a quiet moment after everyone leaves where they finally let themselves cry.

sender accidentally gets frosting on receiver's face during the cake cutting.

sender catches receiver stealing food from the wedding buffet.

sender and receiver disappear during their reception and everyone assumes they're doing something romantic... they're eating snacks in a closet.

sender's wedding shoes are killing them, so receiver carries them around the reception.

sender gets way too competitive during a wedding game.

sender and receiver argue over who gets to keep the bouquet.

sender catches receiver trying to sneak a piece of cake before the cake cutting.

sender realizes neither of them planned what to do during the first dance and they have to improvise.

sender and receiver get locked somewhere in the venue during their reception.

sender's family and receiver's family get into a completely ridiculous argument while the couple just watches.

sender accidentally calls receiver their spouse for the first time before they got married and immediately short-circuits.

[beanarie]

AMA for detuned radio before i forget every thought i had while writing it