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squidgiepdx and because I've got a weekend hangover and don't want to admit it's a Monday of a shortened (US) holiday week, we're gonna keep it random. Random AO3 tags that is. Prompts can be anything that's chosen from the AO3 - be it a tag that you use all the time, or a random tag generator that can be found by clicking here. It may take you a few times to find the right thing, or maybe on the first try you'll hit the word 'burrito' and think that yes - my OTP needs to make eyes at each other over a burrito platter, because why not? Or maybe you want to drop the characters from Grimm into a 'Great British Bake-Off Fusion' story. Or perhaps a third character is watching John and Rodney from Stargate Atlantis and mutters something about them being 'Idiots In Love'. Yes, all of those are tags on AO3. So choose your favorite AO3 tags, or even just select some from the AO3 random tag generator and prompt away!
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+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, 'burrito'
+ Grimm, Ensemble, 'Great British Bake Off Fusion'
+ Stargate Atlantis, Anyone + John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, 'Idiots in Love'
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squidgiepdx and because I've got a weekend hangover and don't want to admit it's a Monday of a shortened (US) holiday week, we're gonna keep it random. Random AO3 tags that is. Prompts can be anything that's chosen from the AO3 - be it a tag that you use all the time, or a random tag generator that can be found by clicking here. It may take you a few times to find the right thing, or maybe on the first try you'll hit the word 'burrito' and think that yes - my OTP needs to make eyes at each other over a burrito platter, because why not? Or maybe you want to drop the characters from Grimm into a 'Great British Bake-Off Fusion' story. Or perhaps a third character is watching John and Rodney from Stargate Atlantis and mutters something about them being 'Idiots In Love'. Yes, all of those are tags on AO3. So choose your favorite AO3 tags, or even just select some from the AO3 random tag generator and prompt away!Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, 'burrito'
+ Grimm, Ensemble, 'Great British Bake Off Fusion'
+ Stargate Atlantis, Anyone + John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, 'Idiots in Love'
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2019 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2019-11-25 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2019-11-25 01:16 pm (UTC)Fill: modern royalty AU
Date: 2019-11-25 09:55 pm (UTC)“Just a moment, sire.” Merlin flashed Arthur a hopeful smile.
“You said that ten minutes ago and yet here I am, still clueless about my costume.” Arthur didn’t really mind, though. Because he got to spend time with Merlin, just the two of them, no appointments or appearances, no other staff around. There was a lot about traditional royal living Arthur didn’t like. Having a valet was one part he didn’t mind. As long as the valet was Merlin.
He’d been in love Merlin since the first day they met, but he hasn’t worked up the nerve to tell him. Yet.
“All right. Prepare to be wowed.”
“I’m prepared.” Arthur shamelessly affected an insouciant pose that he knew showed off his torso and arm muscles. He worked out every day with Leon and Gwaine and Lance and Percy on his security detail. He might as well reap the rewards of his hard work.
Merlin turned to him and said, “Voilà!”
He was grinning broadly and didn’t indicate that he was the least bit affected by Arthur’s physique.
He was also holding a long blue velvet sack embroidered with stars and moons.
Arthur stared. “What is that?”
“A Merlin costume!” Merlin beamed. “There’s a matching hat and a staff and everything. I can put the beard on you with stage makeup.”
“What? No. That’s madness. If we’re going to stoop to Arthurian cliches then I should be King Arthur.”
“Morgana is going as King Arthur.”
“What?”
Merlin nodded earnestly. “Gwen’s got it all arranged. You two will look amazing. Come on. Gwen and I will dress as knights of the round table. As will the security boys.”
“Leon and the others are in on this? What am I saying. Of course they are. Lance fancies Gwen.” Arthur heaved himself off the bed and crossed the room to inspect the ridiculous garment close up. It was actually made of fine crushed velvet and well-tailored. He sighed. “Fine. I’ll wear it. You’re lucky I fancy you.”
Merlin cheered. “Yes! You’ll look amazing. I promise.” He started to reach for the fake beard, then paused. “Wait, you what?”
Before Arthur could answer, his bedroom door flew open, and there was Morgana, stunning in Pendragon red. “I make a better King Arthur than you ever will.” She struck a pose.
“Wait, my lady, your sword,” Gwen said, following her into the room.
“Sire,” Merlin said, but then Leon and the rest of the security lads trooped into the room, and Arthur and Merlin’s time alone was over for the rest of the night.
“We’ll talk later,” Merlin said in a low voice as he helped Arthur into the wizard robe. “But - I like you too, sire.”
Arthur’s chest tightened. The anticipation was killing him already. But he smiled and said, “Later, then.”
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Date: 2019-11-25 04:24 pm (UTC)FILL
Date: 2019-11-25 06:51 pm (UTC)Negative feelings bubble inside his soul, and he feels as if his chest is so tight, he cannot breathe. The cloth around his ribs feels like a snake, and he weakly tugs on the binding, hissing in agony when the pain radiates from one side to the other.
‘… Because were the same.’ His own words ring in his ears and terror licks up his spine, makes his stomach squeezes and twisting into knots. Sighing, he lays his head upon his pillow, desperately wishing for sweet dreams to comfort him, however he lays awake until dawn. The agony in his body has not healed, nor has the pain in his heart.
What he is truly is a monster like his father?
With the voices in his mind calling him a fool, he is such a darling sweetheart he could never arm a fly, the broken memories he has made him question if truth is not as strange as fiction. He remembers the girl in the box and the camping trip, the knife in his hand; his father’s hands wrapped around him to help him steady the knife, soft encouraging words whispered among the crying sobs of the girl he cannot fully see.
The deepest of the secrets stain inside his broken heart. With a part of his past that he cannot remember not forgetting, he lays in pain, such agony that he feels tears dampen his beautiful blue eyes.
With a heavy heart and splintered soul, what will become of his fragile mind?
♥ END ♥
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Date: 2019-11-25 04:25 pm (UTC)Fill: Alice, Alice Hamilton/Hatter + OC
Date: 2019-11-25 10:31 pm (UTC)Hatter jerked awake, elbow skidding into his teacup and sending it to the floor, where it shattered and sent a spray of cold tea over Hatter’s shoe. He stared down at it, feeling slow and stupid as he tried to make sense of what just happened.
“What?”
Edward chuckled. “Still not sleeping at home, I see.”
Hatter tried to shake the cobwebs out of his head and rubbed at eyes that felt as if they’d been scoured with sand. “How can I?”
The hat shop was half Hatter’s and would be fully his when Edward retired. Hatter loved it, he truly did, but it was harder now being away from home. Reflexively he checked his phone, calling up the baby monitor app. Edward peered at it over his shoulder.
“Sleeping like a baby,” he chuckled. “As you should be, my boy.”
Althea was in her crib, hands curled into fists and mouth moving slightly as she slept. There was no person as important to Hatter in this world or his own, except Alice of course, and it was his responsibility to make sure his little baby girl was safe and secure at all times.
A holdover, Alice suggested, from the way he’d grown up in Wonderland City. But she’d been unable to deny that Manhattan had its own share of troubles, and any new father worth the kettle he cooked in needed to be vigilant.
“You won’t be any use to either of them if you don’t sleep,” Edward pointed out. He reached around Hatter for the roll of paper towels they kept beneath the counter and handed it to him.
Hatter stared at it. “What am I to do with this? Use it for a pillow?”
“Your tea.”
Edward pointed to the mess on the floor at Hatter’s feet and for just a moment he wondered who’d broken one of his favorite teacups. It was a wonder he remembered his own name.
“Sleep would be good,” Hatter reluctantly admitted. He cleaned up the spilt tea and the shards of porcelain.
“Go home,” Edward insisted. “I can handle the shop for a couple of days. Get some sleep before you walk in front of a bus.”
“Alice would have my hide for that,” Hatter agreed. “Thanks.”
As it happened, Alice had his hide anyway because Hatter fell asleep on the subway and after three hours with no word she’d used some app to track his phone and was there to wake him up when he was still several stations out.
Less vigilance, then, and more sleep. Even Hatter had to agree to that.
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Date: 2019-11-25 04:48 pm (UTC)Fill: AR-1 in general
Date: 2019-11-26 03:00 am (UTC)John and Ronon were walking ahead of him with their weapons at the ready should they encounter any danger between the gate and the alien settlement of the week. Neither of them glanced back.
“Why is it dorky?” John asked. “We’re warriors. We contemplate life and death on a regular basis. And all the ways to escape death.”
“Do you honestly think that you’ll ever be trapped in a cave with an unspecified number of compatriots and be forced to kill each other to avoid suicide?” Rodney asked.
“Could be enemies,” Ronon said. He turned his attention back to John. “So: take the total number of people in the circle, including me; make the first digit the last; recalculate. Answer is the survivor.”
John nodded. “Yes. It’s faster than using the formula.”
Rodney looked at Teyla. “Do you think about these sorts of things?”
She was keeping an eye on their six. “Even if we do not encounter such a situation in actual combat, there may be an Ancient puzzle or challenge that features a similar concept, and being prepared is always useful. Do you not remember the ‘magic square’ puzzle that allowed us to find a ZPM? Before Kolya stole it.”
“ZedPM,” Rodney correct absently. Then he tuned back in to John and Ronon’s conversation. “Wait a second. That makes no sense. If there are forty-one people in a circle, the fourteenth position isn’t the survivor.” He dredged up the formula in his head, calculated quickly. “It’s the nineteenth.”
“Sateda does math in binary,” John said.
Rodney cast a sharp look at Ronon. “What?”
John nodded. “He’s way faster at binary than I am. If you convert the number of participants in the mass slaying into a binary number, take the first digit and make it the last, that new number is the position you have to take if you want to be the last man standing.”
“Binary?” Rodney echoed. “Really?”
“It’s just math to me,” Ronon said. “You people do stuff in tens. It’s weird.”
Rodney turned to Teyla. “How do you do math?”
“In fives, of course.”
Rodney was flummoxed. “Really? But - math is the universal language. When SG-1 ran into the Hammer of the Gods on that Asgard-protected planet, the math problem was in base ten.”
John finally glanced over his shoulder. “You know not every culture on Earth does math in base ten, right? I mean, English has scores and dozens, which means we have roots of not-base ten in our language. I know on culture does math in base twenty-seven. A lot of south and southeast Asian countries don’t do base ten the same way we do. They have separate words for ten to the power of five and seven but not in between. And you know Europeans notate their decimals differently from Americans and Canadians.”
Rodney stared at him. “What are you now, a linguist?”
“I majored in math, remember,” John said. “First thing we learned: math isn’t a universal language.”
“I just - that is so dorky,” Rodney said.
John arched an eyebrow.
“But also very hot,” Rodney admitted. “Every time I re-realize how smart you are, I just - we should march faster. I want to get this mission over with.”
Ronon snorted. “Tee-eye-em, Rodney.”
“Tim?” Rodney echoed. “Who’s Tim?”
“I do believe you mean tea-em-eye,” Teyla said calmly.
Rodney whipped around to look at her, startled.
She smiled serenely.
John laughed. “And on that note - yes. On the double!”
Rodney caught up to him, kept right behind his left shoulder like he’d been taught.
“You know what other dorky hobbies I have, besides the linguistics of math?” John asked in a low voice.
Rodney swallowed hard. “What?” He knew John played the guitar, was good with his hands.
John said, “When we’re alone, I’ll show you.” And he marched on.
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Date: 2019-11-25 04:52 pm (UTC)To Be Continued (Steampunk/Detective AU)
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Date: 2019-11-25 04:55 pm (UTC)Filled, though it's more pre-slash
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