Get your playlists ready, kids. Got a song you relate to a character? To a type of situation? Give it to someone as a prompt and see where they take it! You can use it as a general prompt or have the characters actually sing it or whatever, we're not the cops. If you want to set the mood, you can link the song to go with it.
• Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Post your own prompt or wait for people to prompt you. • Reply to other people's top levels! Pick a song with a mood you like, put in a chunk of the lyrics, link ye olde youtube if you feel like it, and wait. • Feel free to make it pretty for #aesthetic purposes, but make sure it's all legible or else no one will be able to read your prompts. • Have fun!
It was a strange place and a tender age, I was just a babe in school Saw them roll their eyes at me every time that I thought that I was cool Well, uh, God knows I was no chosen one that just wasn't my prime Yeah it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time And I will work this body, I will burn this flame Oh, in the dead of night, and in the pouring rain Yeah, I'm a workaholic and I swear, I swear Yeah, one day I will beat you fair and square work this body - walk the moon
I was losing, now we're drawing I'm not afraid to draw my blood I'm not backing down So I'd surrender 'cause you should And face the truth You raise the flag, I'll tear it down Though you may have won the battle But I'll take the fight to you And your flag is on the ground And your bones they rattle too 'Cause I'll break you Your fear has now come true battles - hudson taylor
Nobody thinks what I think Nobody dreams when they blink Think things on the brink of blasphemy I'm my own shrink Think things are after me, My catastrophe At my kitchen sink You don't know what that means Because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me Okay, friend? Are you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless Then paint something, and it might be wordless Pointless curses, nonsense verses You'll see purpose start to surface No one else is dealing with your demons, meaning Maybe defeating them could be the beginning of your meaning, friend kitchen sink - twenty one pilots
It's just a drop in the ocean A change in the weather I was praying that you and me might end up together It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert But I'm holding you closer than most 'cause you are my heaven
No, I don't wanna talk about it I don't wanna listen all that much Now it's falling apart I don't wanna talk about it I just wanna hold your hand Oh you know when you're alone I am holding on and on and on and on
— "your soul" ( rhodes )
She puts her lips to a bottle of cola. I watch the kiss and it turns me on. It makes me feel as though I am helpless there is nothing else. She grabs my wrist and leads me through streetlights. And locks her door behind my back. Relax, relax and let these taxes of your reflex act. Sway, so sway. You know you taste so good. This is the night you are the fire.
— "make tonight" ( emanuel )
There in the dark, down in the valley Under the motel neon sign Room 105, the back of the alley You’re wearing my coat while sleeping It feels like I’ve come home
— "feels like coming home" ( jetta )
I’m being frightened by the people who look on me like I’m a scar upon their perfect skin, perfect to only them. I’m being shadowed by my past, reminding me of what I was and what I could become. My sins should stay where they belong. Listen to my voice. Close your frightened eyes. Hide behind my love for you. ‘Cause fear’s only a choice, one that we all must make someday. So know you’re not alone in this.
1) By the time I got to New York I was living like a king There I'd used up all my money I was looking for your ass This way or no way You know, I'll be free Just like that bluebird Now, ain't that just like me?
"Lazarus" by David Bowie
2) We were victims of the night The chemical, physical, kryptonite Helpless to the bass and the fading light Oh we were bound to get together Bound to get together
Been fighting with my sheets And nearly crying in my sleep Yes, I'm battling that well taught gripe The most restraining type You should have racing stripes
The way you keep me in pursuit Sharpen the heel of your boot And you press it to my chest and you make me wheeze Then to my knees you do promote me
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