#piercing starters

[pizzaprompts]

Tattoo and Piercing Prompts

A series of prompts surrounding tattoos, piercings, and the acquisition of them. Some prompts are relative to specific body parts, so it's on the sender to make sure they consider the correct prompt. Gender can be changed up easily.

Some prompts are 18+

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"Will you please come with me and hold my hand?"

"Oh my god, that's huge! How long did it take to get that done?"

"Do you have a theme to your tattoos or is it just whatever you're feeling?"

"I used to have to take out all my piercings before work. The new boss is much more chill about it."

"The biggest they could pierce me at was a ten gauge, so I worked up from there."

"I had a friend who had a lot of trouble with his labret because the bar always got stuck between his teeth while he was eating."

"Which one was the most painful to get?"

"I mean, they're really nice to look at but there's a reason corset piercings are just for aesthetics."

"I kind of want to attach clips to your nipple piercings and tug you around by them..."

"How can you do watercolor in a tattoo? That's so cool."

"Wait did you get that pierced, too?"

"What's your dream tattoo?"

"What do they call this style of tattoo?"

"I'm on a waitlist for an opening with this really incredible tattoo artist. I've been waiting for three years, but I think I'm getting into the next set of them..."

"Yeah I got this one when I was sixteen and I kinda wish I hadn't."

"Oh my best friend and I got these to match!"

"I would love to get piercings but I'm allergic to most of the metals they use and it feels like it would be way too expensive otherwise."

"I am terrified of needles, but for some reason getting a tattoo doesn't freak me out the same way."

"Okay but there's a flash sale and I've been really wanting one. Wanna come with?"

"Wanna help me pick out some new jewelry?"

[satans-knitwear]

Touch me, tease me ✨🥺

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[stayliquid]

open to. f/nb. muse. chase pierce, 30, hitman. plot. he’s a gun for hire that was just MIA for the last two weeks taking care of a job. either someone he sees on the regular or a girlfriend, either way they’re sick of him disappearing without explanation.

It had been a long two weeks and all the dark haired male wanted to do was pass out in his bed. Blood was still caked on his face from the messy kill, nothing bothering to clean up after he disposed of the body in favor of getting home. Chase wasn’t often caught off guard, but as he walked into his apartment, the last thing he had expected was her standing there. “Uh, pretty sure you shouldn’t let yourself into other people’s apartments, babe.” Truthfully, he was at a loss for words but he mustered up a bit as he moved passed her.

[drunkstext]

* OPEN STARTER / based on .

' when are you gonna f.uckin stop , huh ? . . . what happened the other night was a mistake , and it's not happenin' again . ' homme knew it was a lie — they'd always end up back in the same place , but for now , he meant it .

[hollowrings]

[persianflaw]

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ (beejhawk)

OKAY SO THIS TURNED OUT CONSIDERABLY LESS PORNOGRAPHIC THAN I'D INTENDED, I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT

cut is primarily for length but it gets ~suggestive~ so be careful if you're opening this on a subway or something

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“Are you wearing my shirt?”

BJ looked down, still slipping his legs into his pants. He was wearing the same olive drab cotton he wore every single day. “How should I know?”

Hawkeye pointed an accusatory finger. “When you stretched, I saw a hole in the left armpit. That’s my hole. I’ve been meaning to sew that up for a few weeks.”

“So I’ll put it with your laundry at the end of the day. Here, take one of mine if it matters that much to you.” BJ grabbed a semi-folded shirt out of his trunk and tossed it at Hawkeye, who caught it deftly in one hand.

“No, no, no,” said Hawkeye, tossing it back. “You’re not getting out of this. I want my shirt back.”

BJ’s expression was incredulous. “You can’t seriously be arguing with me about an identical shirt. Not just that, a worse identical shirt!”

Hawkeye laughed triumphantly. “So you admit it! You admit it’s not identical!”

“Hawkeye, why on Earth should I care whose shirt this is? We all dress the same anyway, I’m sure our laundry gets mixed up all the time, how can this possibly matter to you?!”

“It’s the principle of the thing!” Hawkeye exclaimed, not quite at a shouting level but nearly.

“And what principle would that be, exactly?” 

“It’s mine and I want it back.”

“You’re absurd,” said BJ, sitting on the end of his cot as he put on his socks. “I’m not arguing about this anymore.” He knew it would be substantially easier to just give Hawkeye the damn shirt back, especially when he was clearly in one of his strange moods. But he was already wearing it, and he was practically done getting dressed, and anyway Hawkeye needed to learn that he couldn’t always get his way.

If he hadn’t expected a hand fisting in the back of his shirt, tugging him backwards onto his cot, well, more fool him. 

He tried to sit up, only for Hawkeye to flop on top of him, trapping him in place as he straddled his hips. Of course BJ could have pushed him off, but being taken by surprise meant he just laid there instead, too shell-shocked to do anything as Hawkeye yanked at the fabric of the shirt, gleefully shouting, “Gimme gimme gimme!” like an overgrown child. Even after he got his senses back and started trying to squirm away, protesting fruitlessly, he was unsuccessful; Hawkeye had him too thoroughly pinned.

And, well, it had been a while, obviously, with Peg being thousands of miles away, and his dreams last night had been on the stimulating side, so he had already been feeling his oats a little that morning, so to speak. And he was a red-blooded adult man, so it was perfectly natural that he might start to stir a little, what with the squirming and the warm, solid weight across his hips and the groping at his chest. (Hawkeye still isn’t wearing a shirt, piped up a small part of his brain that was immediately, ruthlessly silenced by the rest of it.) BJ tried to speak up, to warn Hawkeye, to tell him to get off, but all that came out was a strangled little noise.

Hawkeye stopped dead, his eyes wide as saucers. Too late, BJ realized that the noise he had just made was in the same vein as the noises he made at night, the ones he tried to only make when he thought Hawkeye and Charles were asleep, but which he knew that they had surely heard once or twice and simply not mentioned anything, as roommates did. Which was fine; BJ himself had politely pretended to sleep through a lot of rustling and little noises (or not-so-little noises, as was frequently the case with Hawkeye). But it was a piece of information he really wished Hawkeye didn’t have at that moment.

“I, uh,” Hawkeye said, stumbling over his words, “I’ll just, uh. Get up.” He lifted up off of BJ’s hips and swung a leg over, which served the dual purposes of getting him off – oh God, that phrasing wasn’t helping anything – and inadvertently bringing his leg into contact with, well. BJ made another noise that made him wish he could reach out and grab the individual soundwaves out of the air before anyone else could hear them. Hawkeye scrambled the rest of the way off of his lap, almost falling to the floor in his haste.

BJ sat up slowly, cautiously. He knew he should finish getting dressed and head over to the mess tent before his shift in post-op, but all he wanted to do was crawl under his blankets and hide for at least a week, if not the rest of the war. Getting worked up over a little roughhousing – not even really roughhousing, just being sat on and pawed at for a minute! – was a new low. He needed to take a cold shower. Or, he thought as he didn’t watch the muscles in Hawkeye’s back play under his skin as he pulled on a shirt, maybe a very long, hot one.

Hawkeye had turned his back to BJ, facing the doorway, but he turned his head to the side to address him. “You can, uh. You can keep the shirt. Fits you better anyway.”

[halloweeneverlong]

selfish machines sentence starters

sentence starters taken from selfish machines by pierce the veil <3

besitos

- “you’re my favorite explosion.”

- “you’d better not get back up!”

- “leave the water by the bed for later.”

- “i’m tired of holding up your backup plans.”

- “all you have is not enough.”

- “i heard what you said. a friend of a friend.”

- “if that doesn’t turn you on, i’ll keep talking ‘til something does.”

- “i’ll steal you flowers from the cemetery gates.”

- “so say it. i’m in love.”

- “don’t expect me to understand.”

- “she was covered in blood, last seen in san francisco.”

- “they were there from beginning to end.”

southern constellations

- “please keep chasing me.”

- “i’ll never let you freeze without me.”

the boy who could fly

- “it’s time to take you home.”

- “i’ll be the brightest someday.”

- “don’t ruin a perfect thing.”

- “why do i still pray? when will it end? and who fucking cares?”

- “i swear to god, i did what i could.”

- “i’d rather be dead.”

- “don’t rain on my parade!”

- “i guess i never should have loved you.”

- “if you were gonna leave this world, how could it be without me?”

- “love dies like a dog.”

caraphernilia

- “there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night.”

- “honestly, it’s harder breathing next to you.”

- “hold my heart, it’s beating for you anyway.”

- “what if i can’t forget you?”

- “what’s so good about picking up the pieces?”

- “just give her back to me.”

- “you can’t just throw me away!”

- “what if i don’t even want to?”

- “i’d better learn to live alone.”

fast times at clairemont high

- “i was saving myself for you.”

- “we’ll be throwing a party.”

- “hold on, this is innocent blood.”

- “without you, nothing ever mattered.”

- “if i die, you die too.”

- “i just wanted one dance with you.”

- “melodramatic, but it turns me on.”

- “i’d kill anyone who gets too close.”

the new national anthem

- “somebody’s supposed to fall in love.”

- “you’ll be excited just to see me someday.”

- “darling, look at the sparks!”

- “you hold my attention without even trying.”

- “love, don’t forget to bleed.”

- “if i ever catch the ones who hurt you, i’m hoping that god looks away this time.”

bulletproof love

- “we used to laugh until we choked.”

- “it was the best time of my life.”

- “now i sleep alone, so don’t wake me up.”

- “the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again.”

- “i wanna hold your hands so tight i’m gonna break my wrist.”

- “i’m barely hanging on.”

- “by the time you’re hearing this i’ll already be gone.”

- “there’s nothing to do.”

- “this isn’t fair! don’t you try to blame this on me.”

- “my love for you was bulletproof, but you’re the one who shot me.”

- “goddamn it, i can barely say your name.”

stay away from my friends

- “i want you in the most unromantic ways.”

- “you’re torturing me with a beautiful face.”

- “come on, i thought we had a damn good thing.”

- “stay away from my friends.”

- “i still can’t believe how you look next to me.”

i don’t care if you’re contagious

- “i don’t wanna leave without you buried by my side.”

- “they’ll never take us alive.”

- “i would rather spend my life vacations in bed with you.”

- “i don’t care if you’re sick, i don’t care if you’re contagious. i would kiss you even if you were dead.”

- “i’d do anything to hold your hand.”

disasterology

- “i drank the poison then i passed the fuck out.”

- “i have a million different kinds of fun.”

- “can we create something beautiful and destroy it?”

- “you were screaming ‘till the police came.”

- “if every living thing dies alone, what am i doing here?”

- “if it’s the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love.”

million dollar houses (the painter)

- “would you ever try to leave me?”

- “i’ve broken bones for you, and for you only.”

- “we can run, baby, run now.”

- “i still remember how you moved so slow.”

- “we don’t stop ‘til someone’s bleeding.”

- “i make money, but we just can’t keep this home.”

- “sometimes the moon looks brighter than the sun.”

- “sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned.”

- “maybe we’re meant to lose the ones we love, but i’ll fight for you ‘til then.”

the sky under the sea

- “it’s gonna be the best day of my life.”

- “you’ll never be as beautiful without me.”

- “you’ll be alright as long as i’m not.”

- “sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want.”

- “is this fantasy real, or is it all home-made?”

- “yeah, that’s fuckin’ right.”

- “do you think you’re the only one afraid?”

[lovest0rie-archive]

﹙ starter. ﹚daisy / jj﹙ @realmoffantasysworld ﹚

DAISY  EXCUSED  HERSELF  from  her  date  to  use  the  restroom  and  managed  to  find  one  at  the  far  end  through  the  staff  quarters  of  the  country  club.  her  parents  had  set  her  up  with  a  family  friend’s  son.  a  kook  by  reputation.  good  looking,  overly  confidant,  oogled  her  like  a  piece  of  meat.  safe  to  say,  she  couldn’t  stand  him  and  was  looking  for  any  way  out  of  there.  closing  herself  inside  of  the  bathroom,  daisy  pushed  open  the  window  and  jumped  down  onto  the  grass.  “oh,  jj.  hey.”  she  muttered  with  a  nervous  smile,  noticing  her  classmate  in  a  uniform  holding  a  trash  bag.  “i  must  look  insane  right  now.  mind if  we  keep  this  between  us?”

[isdeathlystill]

"..." There was nothing to say. But, Katherine's face said it all. Panic. Fear. Confusion. She had been hiding from everyone for so long. How the hell did they find her?

@devilsanddarlings || starter call. 👻

[torturedheart]

Brittany had always found the library relaxing, even if she wasn’t one to read a lot, the quietness of the building brought solace to her when she needed it most. Even now, when things were loud around her she could be found wondering between the shelves of books, looking at the various titles. 

[pizzaprompts]

Piercing Randomizer

Send 🪡 (or "Needle") for the receiver to generate a number and give sender one of the following piercings:

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Lobe

Genital

Nipple

Labret

Monroe

Eyebrow

Corset

Middle Tongue

Tragus

Industrial

Helix

Daith

Tongue

Snake Bites

Bridge

Septum

Nostril

Guiche

Frenulum

Microdermal

[rule0fwolves]

Angsty Writing and Starter prompts from PTV’s Collide With The Sky album

feel free to change the words as you need to! Hope you enjoy! I thought of these as mainly angst based, but you’re free to use them in a different genre/tone as you need! Writing prompts will be under the cut! Also I encourage pairing some of them up! I would love to see what people make with this!

STARTER QUOTES:

“I met a girl who never looked so alone”

“I know it’s hard, but who are you to fall apart on me?”

“You said what about us, well what about me?”

“I still think you’re beautiful, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“Bring them back or take me with them!”

“I know that you’re in pain”

“I’m sick of begging for the things that I want.”

“Loving you will surely bring me pain.”

“Dying is a gift.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t see that you truly loved me.”

“Don’t take this out on me”

“You’re the only thing keeping me alive” (toxic or sad)

“I’m sorry but I’ve made up my mind.”

“Please come home”

“I see you choke and it takes my breath away” (sadistic)

“Promise you won’t leave me”

“Am I the only one who thinks you should stay alive?” (pleading)

“I never meant to be your pain.”

“I only meant to do this to myself”

“Well, fuck, what, am I supposed to be impressed?”

“I don’t want to miss when you cry” (sadistic)

“Why can’t we just be friends?”

“It’s such a shame you had to go and run your mouth”

“Fuck you and your new love for yourself!” (jealous)

“There’s a beast in my heart and it won’t let you leave alive”

“Do you still love me? I’m dying to know.”

“This is the price you’ll pay”

“Don’t ever forget what we had.”

“I’ll make you feel beautiful again.” (sad)

“If you were me, you’d do the same”

“Everything’s not alright and I’d rather die!”

WRITING PROMPTS:

Feeling unsafe in a house full of people who don’t seem to like/love you, and taking the risk of being alone instead of staying in an unwelcoming home

Begging for love when you know it’s not worth it

Finding home in a “wasteland”

Kissing their best friend’s scars

Dying by poison but of your own doing

The person you love poisons your drink, planning to make it look like a suicide

The person you used to/still love haunting you like a ghost

Crawling under a staircase to escape what feels dangerous

Acting out of revenge but on a one-night time limit

The act of dying a bittersweet death together with someone you loathe/love

Crying in the bathroom with the shower/faucet running so they can’t hear you

Worrying about a friend with an addiction to something destructive and pleading with them to make a better choice

Seeing the hunger in their eyes for their destructive desire, the hunger for their addiction

Telling them you won’t leave them, but them disregarding your feelings and spiraling further into poor choices

The taste of blood that, for some reason, remains in your mouth no matter how much you try to wash it out.

Things you used to enjoy looking at so much becoming bland and boring

Wanting to keep your partner happy even though it hurts you

Your partner remaining happy and blind to your pain, and you can’t bring yourself to end the relationship

Causing trouble for the attention of your partner/friend just for them to brush it off, acting like they don’t care when it’s distressing you

Becoming so distant you forget the colour of your once-favourite eyes

Feeling invisible in the limelight of someone you used to love or admire

Feeling inferior to someone you loved, but have found to be an awful person

Killing something/someone quickly and never turning back to watch it die

Reconciling with an old flame just to be betrayed

Hoping for a better life for the one you love as you let them go

Standing by someone you love even at their most desperate and low moments

Desperate attempts to repay someone who has done so much for you, but to no avail

Covering up crimes committed by someone you love just because you love them so much that you don’t want to let them go and you don’t want to see them as the criminal they are

Being neglected by your loved ones for so long that you start to feel like you’re going crazy

Running away to somewhere close by just to see if they would find you or even notice you were gone

[seolinah]

MUSE: sebastian pierce-waldorf | 25 | brand marketing asst. OPEN: f / nb (21+) PLOT: this plot

"I’m not heartless, you know. I just don’t see the point in wearing it on my sleeve all the time."

[stayliquidarchive]

open to. females.

plot/connection. au verse for chase pierce! full plot here. nothing hitman related, just chase without the killy-ness. (lol)

made with beta.

" well, don't you stick out like a sore thumb. " chase emerged from the stables, watching as the over—dressed woman struggled to walk over the pebbled driveway leading toward the front door. wiping his hands on his rag as he made his way over, he offered a small smile. " can i help you find someone? " he would have introduced himself, offering a shake but he highly doubted her manicured fingers would want to go within an inch of the dirty blue collared man standing in front of her.

[hollowrings]

[infinitusvoces]

Open Starter (IWTV series)

Katherine Pierce lounged in a shadowy corner of the bar, her eyes scanning the room with purpose. The lighting was dim, creating deep shadows that served her purposes well. She paid no mind to the person in the corner of the space who was spouting poetry to a few other bar patrons. The air smelled of faint cigarette smoke, alcohol, and what she deemed as some of the worst cologne. She sipped on her drink, incredibly disappointed in its taste. It tasted cheap to her, but she was not entirely here for the drinks.

She continued to observe, waiting as she drank the whiskey. Her sips were slow, considering the quality of the drink. Had it been any other drink, it would be different. Her dark eyes, sharp and predatory looked from face to face, noting the subtlety in the body language of various patrons. There were so, so many options. One at the bar, one listening to the poetry, she was not quite sure which to choose. She continued to ponder as she drank. There was still time, the night was still young after all.