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Now it's time for the free for all!
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
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
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Date: 2020-04-25 12:51 pm (UTC)Fill: Original, historical English setting
Date: 2020-05-03 03:25 pm (UTC)On the second of May, some family and friends come to her family’s home. They eat and drink leftovers, and talk about yesterday's festivities with her parents. She stays quiet and tries to hide that her feet and spirit are restless.
On the eighth of May, she slips down to the field where they danced a week ago. The pole has been taken down. If you look carefully at the ground, you can see the traces of the celebrations. If you don't, it looks like a plain old field.
She sighs, which must be why she does not hear him approach.
“Hullo," he says. She starts, and perhaps blushes. He looks somewhere between his workaday self and the splendid young man she danced with. He will never look the same to her now.
"It's hard to believe the Mayday celebrations ever happened," he says, nodding to the field, reading her mind. But then, hadn't she thought that they had danced as one?
“Yes,” she agrees. “All that preparation, and now it’s done.”
Having found the one person who knows just how she feels, she doesn't want to leave him or the field, but night is falling and she must.
It is a mid-May night, but the village is celebrating the headman's birthday, and so everyone has licence to stay up late, to drink, to dance as much as they like, with whoever they like. The same musicians play, the music is wild and sweet. Her feet tap out an irrepressible rhythm. They only still when her king asks her to dance. When he takes her hand, she feels rightness wash over her.
One night before May turns into June, he is supposed to be walking her home, but they dawdle, taking the longest possible route. With every step, their bodies draw closer to each other. Although there is no music tonight, they follow the steps of a dance as old as seasons.
When her May King kisses the May Queen, all thought flies from her mind.
RE: Fill: Original, historical English setting
Date: 2020-05-03 06:01 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Original, historical English setting
Date: 2020-05-08 09:45 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Original, historical English setting
Date: 2020-05-03 09:12 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Original, historical English setting
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Date: 2020-05-15 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-25 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-25 04:21 pm (UTC)FILL: The Baby-Sitter's Club
Date: 2020-04-25 09:42 pm (UTC)The phone rang a second time. Her eyes still locked on her friend, Jessi grabbed the phone and held it to her ear.
"Hello, this is Jessi from the Baby-Sitter's Club! How can I help you?" She paused. "Dr. Johansson? You don't even need to ask. Of course we'd be glad to stay with Charlotte."
Abby's sneezing continued all the while. Dr. Johansson either couldn't hear it or chose to ignore it. No doubt she probably heard the same thing again and again during her daily hospital rounds.
Turning to face Mary Anne, she put a hand over the top of the phone. "I have a rehearsal next Wednesday night. Who's available from four-thirty to seven?"
Mary Anne flipped forward a few pages. "Stacey and Claudia are both available."
Claudia stopped chewing on a piece of liquorice. "Stacey can have it."
It wasn't as if she was going to say no.
"Charlotte will be happy to know that Stacey's available."
Jessi didn't even hear a parting goodbye before the shrill dial tone met her ears. Placing the phone down, she looked back towards Abby, who was frantically shaking an empty tissue box near the edge of Claudia's bed.
"You okay?" Jessi asked.
"Are you going to die?"
Claudia's question made everyone freeze. Mary Anne bit her lip but said nothing, her face half buried in the club's record book. Jessi's hand hovered above the now still phone.
"I hope not!" Abby giggled. "Things should be back to normal for me by June."
"Let's all hope Claudia's wrong." Kristy leaned forward in her director's chair. "Does anyone want to have to vet a new member anytime soon?"
No one raised their hand.
Re: FILL: The Baby-Sitter's Club
Date: 2020-04-25 10:25 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: The Baby-Sitter's Club
Date: 2020-04-26 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-25 07:51 pm (UTC)We'll make it through (Never Again, Breaking Benjamin)
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Date: 2020-04-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Thawing Hearts Spoilers!!!!
Date: 2020-04-25 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-04-26 06:33 am (UTC)Fill: Original, historical English setting
Date: 2020-05-03 03:21 pm (UTC)On the second of May, some family and friends come to her family’s home. They eat and drink leftovers, and talk about yesterday's festivities with her parents. She stays quiet and tries to hide that her feet and spirit are restless.
On the eighth of May, she slips down to the field where they danced a week ago. The pole has been taken down. If you look carefully at the ground, you can see the traces of the celebrations. If you don't, it looks like a plain old field.
She sighs, which must be why she does not hear him approach.
“Hullo," he says. She starts, and perhaps blushes. He looks somewhere between his workaday self and the splendid young man she danced with. He will never look the same to her now.
"It's hard to believe the Mayday celebrations ever happened," he says, nodding to the field, reading her mind. But then, hadn't she thought that they had danced as one?
“Yes,” she agrees. “All that preparation, and now it’s done.”
Having found the one person who knows just how she feels, she doesn't want to leave him or the field, but night is falling and she must.
It is a mid-May night, but the village is celebrating the headman's birthday, and so everyone has licence to stay up late, to drink, to dance as much as they like, with whoever they like. The same musicians play, the music is wild and sweet. Her feet tap out an irrepressible rhythm. They only still when her king asks her to dance. When he takes her hand, she feels rightness wash over her.
One night before May turns into June, he is supposed to be walking her home, but they dawdle, taking the longest possible route. With every step, their bodies draw closer to each other. Although there is no music tonight, they follow the steps of a dance as old as seasons.
When her May King kisses the May Queen, all thought flies from her mind.