Tuesday: 100 Words on Decade-Specific AUs
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brumeier, and this week we’re filling some of my favorite prompt themes, using 100 words or any multiple of 100. Today’s theme is Decade-Specific AUs. Your prompts and fills can be anything that relates to any decade, from the 2000s on backward through time as far as you want to go.
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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ Any, Wargames fusion (1980s)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark, re-programming his Furby (1990s)
+ Astro, any/any, disco contest (1970s)
+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, working the Whitechapel Murders (1880s)
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 2016 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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brumeier, and this week we’re filling some of my favorite prompt themes, using 100 words or any multiple of 100. Today’s theme is Decade-Specific AUs. Your prompts and fills can be anything that relates to any decade, from the 2000s on backward through time as far as you want to go.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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ Any, Wargames fusion (1980s)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark, re-programming his Furby (1990s)
+ Astro, any/any, disco contest (1970s)
+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, working the Whitechapel Murders (1880s)
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 2016 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: 2021-02-23 05:06 am (UTC)Fill -- Where Have All the Flowers Gone? (way over 100 words. major character death)
Date: 2021-02-23 08:09 pm (UTC)Trixie’s voice is strident. Honey watches her friend anxiously as she waves her own sign, which reads ‘MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR!’. Honey and Diana trade glances. Trixie has never been a shrinking violet, but today she’s really spoiling for a fight.
If only they’d been able to talk her into a different destination for their protest--but Trixie had been firm about the New Jersey chemical factory whose gates they’re marching in front of. They make weaponized defoliant here, which she declared was a more important target than West Point.
“After all,” Trixie said while planning the expedition, “the cadets at West Point are there of their own free will and they’ve worked hard to get there, so they’re not going to listen to the likes of us. It’s the Establishment we have to change. The military-industrial complex can’t be allowed to get away with making money from our dead soldiers!”
Honey fingers the class ring hanging on a chain at her throat. Just thinking about the war in Vietnam makes her feel sick. The news reports about napalm and Agent Orange being sprayed on people-- sometimes their own troops!--to say nothing of minefields and air strikes--it all sounds terrible.
A big truck rumbles up to the gate from the factory side. The guy in the guardhouse, who’s got a radio in there and has been steadfastly ignoring them, pushes a button and the gate slides open. Trixie stands in front of the truck, chanting louder, not budging, not even when the truck creeps forward a few inches.
After a moment of this impasse, the truck driver jumps down from the cab and stomps over to Trixie.
“Get out of the way, you fool kid!”
“Why, so you can drive off with your truckload of death? Murderer!”
“What are we going to do?” Diana breathes fearfully at Honey’s side. “This is turning into a really bad scene!”
“If I was your father, I’d take a hairbrush to your backside!”
“No, you wouldn’t!” Trixie’s denial is fast and fierce. “Because if you were my father, you’d be too busy making arrangements to bury your oldest son! You’d be worrying about your other son, who’s in Canada and can’t even come back for his own brother’s funeral.
“You’d be worried about your wife, who cries all the time and won’t eat and takes too many pills, so when she isn’t crying, she’s sleeping. My dad’s got a lot on his mind.”
Her adversary looks taken aback. “That stinks,” he says, a middle-aged man, graying at the temples. The name Hugh is stitched above his shirt pocket.
“The chemicals they make in that plant kill people,” Trixie says passionately. “The chemicals on that truck kill people. And it’s not fast, like getting shot. It burns them alive and their skin melts off and they can’t even have a proper funeral--”
Trixie is crying. Honey, who’s known her for a long time, knows that means she’s angry more than sad. Although under the circumstances, she’s probably both.
Hugh tries to be reasonable. “Look, this is my job, it’s how I keep my family fed--”
She’s clutching her sign so hard it’s bent in half. “If you can drive that truck, you can drive any truck, anywhere--you don’t have to expedite death!”
Hugh is silent in the face of her fervor. He looks from Trixie to Honey to Diana and back to Trixie.
“I’m sorry about your brother,” he tells her. Then he walks away from them, away from the truck, which is still idling with its door open, across the employees’ parking lot. A moment later, they see him him in a Chevy wagon, rolling out of the lot and onto the road out front.
“Wow, Trixie, way to go!” Di smiles at their friend. “You really told him!”
“It’s a start. There are a lot more cars out there.”
Honey touches Brian’s class ring again. It was never anything formal, what she’d had with Brian. They’d talked about ‘some day’, after he was done with medical school--which he’d put off to become an Army medic, because he honestly thought it was the right thing to do. Now, ‘some day’ has burst like a soap bubble--there is no more ‘some day’ for Brian Belden and Madeline Wheeler. Trixie isn’t the only one grieving.
She straightens up. “We shall overcome,” she assures Trixie, and together they raise their voices.
“End the war! Stop the killing!”
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Date: 2021-02-23 12:27 pm (UTC)Fill: SGA/The Sentinel, Evan + Blair Sandburg + Evan's mom and sister (700)
Date: 2021-02-23 04:34 pm (UTC)“There,” Mama said. She put down the brush and held up the hand mirror. “What do you think?”
She’d painted a big yellow flower on his cheek, and it looked just like the flowers that grew in the fallow field. Mama was an artist. Sometimes she sold her paintings down on the Haight, but today was something different.
“I wanna come,” Stacia pouted.
Mama pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re not old enough. Besides, Bertie needs your help making all those cookies today.”
The prospect of baking with their grandmother usually perked Evan’s little sister up, but not this time.
“I can hold flowers! And I know all the songs!”
“I hear you. And I understand how you’re feeling. Evvie-Bell had to wait until he was ten, and so do you. That’s what’s fair.”
Even Stacia knew not to push any further when fairness came into play. Evan gave her a hug, careful of his freshly painted flower.
“Go pick out a flower,” he told her. “I’ll give it to someone for you.”
The buckets of freshly cut flowers had already been loaded on the bus that would transport them all to Berkeley. Stacia ran off to choose one.
“You’re a good big brother,” Mama said warmly.
It took a little longer for everyone to get ready, and then they were on the bus and waving goodbye out the windows. Stacia was there with Bertie, waving frantically.
“Flower power!” she shouted.
“Flower power!” Evan shouted back, holding her flower up so she could see he still had it.
The ride to Berkeley wasn’t very long, despite traffic on the Bay Bridge. Evan shared a seat with Blair, who’d only been at the commune a few months and had a dove painted on his cheek. They sang along to Phil Ochs songs, and Peter, Paul and Mary songs.
I'd sing out danger,
I'd sing out a warning
I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land
Evan was nervous, but the excited kind. It was his first protest against the Vietnam War and he had no idea what it was going to be like.
“Sometimes it’s scary,” Blair confided. He was a year younger than Evan, but he’d been to a lot of protests with his mom. “But, like, we’re changing the world and that’s so far out, man!”
Evan’s commune was joining a larger protest, and at first all he could see were all the hippies. Lots of them had their faces painted with flowers and peace signs and hearts, and wearing bellbottoms and fringe and headbands. Evan felt a swell of pride to be included in something so important.
Then he saw the National Guard, a line of solemn-faced men in identical green uniforms holding rifles, and his resolve wavered.
“Look at their faces,” Mama said, leaning down so Evan could hear her. “Look how young they are. So are the boys they send to die in Vietnam, boys who were taken away from their families and made into killers. That’s why we’re here.”
Boys like his father, who hadn’t been drafted but instead signed up on purpose to go and fight a war everyone said was wrong. Dad and Mama had so many loud, angry fights before he shipped out. Evan, like his mama, hadn’t understood why his dad would make that choice. Why he would leave and go do something that was against everything the commune stood for?
They weren’t allowed to talk about Dad, not ever, even though he sent letters to Mama. Evan wondered if he was scared or lonely, if he was sorry he went. He missed his dad so much.
Evan looked up at the soldiers, and only one of them looked back at him, though he only moved his eyes. As the crowd behind him started to chant ‘make love, not war’, he held Stacia’s flower out.
The soldier didn’t take it, but he smiled back at Evan.
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Date: 2021-02-23 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2021-02-23 12:33 pm (UTC)Fill: Double Drabble
Date: 2021-02-23 06:18 pm (UTC)“No, it wouldn’t be my first choice,” Lucas North agreed. “But there are a couple I want you to meet, and this is where they stipulated.”
“Somewhere non-descript where they won’t be noticed.”
“Precisely.”
“They claim to be Czech dissidents.”
“But you’re not sure.”
Lucas nodded.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Can you do most of the talking, so I can listen?”
“Yes, no problem.”
The pair arrived shortly afterwards, and stayed just long enough to drink their coffee, and share a plate of sandwiches.
After they had left, Adam said, “What’s your verdict?”
“Almost certainly Soviet agents.”
“And your reasons? I shall need to back up my allegations if we want to apprehend them.”
“Some of their answers were just too pat, as though they’ve rehearsed them, rather than come up with them themselves. Her accent was good, but he pronounced some of the names the way a Russian would. Oh, and despite sharing the sandwiches to give the impression they were poor, they weren’t hungry.”
Adam nodded, knowing Lucas spoke from personal experience. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll take it from here.”
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Date: 2021-02-23 01:44 pm (UTC)Fill 200: H50, ensemble, gen
Date: 2021-02-24 02:44 am (UTC)President Lincoln looked up.
Steve held his breath when Kono stepped forward. Even though she was wearing trousers and a waistcoat and jacket like any of the men, it was obvious she was a woman.
Lincoln nodded and smiled briefly. “Pleasure to meet you, Agent. You’re from the Kingdom of Hawaii?”
“Yes, Mr. President,” she said. “Agent Kelly is my cousin.”
“I look forward to working with you. Apologies if I’m not very conversational. I must finish writing this speech.”
Kono nodded, and she stepped back into line with Danny and Steve and Chin.
Chin caught her eye, nodded, and she nodded back.
Even though the Pinkertons were known for hiring women and minorities, it hadn’t been easy for Chin to get where he was, and Kono was the first woman to serve on the President’s detail.
When it was time to move, Kono slid out of formation and ducked into a side room, changed into a maid’s uniform. She wore trousers under the skirt. It was easier to conceal weapons under there, she thought, and she smiled to herself.
The assassins wouldn’t see her coming.
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Date: 2021-02-23 01:45 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden/Jupiter Jones (800)
Date: 2021-02-23 08:00 pm (UTC)Trixie was no stranger to hard work. She grew up on an apple orchard, where her parents had expected the same amount of effort out of her as they did her brothers. And working as a bucker was still a thousand times better than waitressing, being a phone operator, and working at the ball bearing plant getting her hands torn up every day.
Give every girl an adequate number of rest periods during the day. You have to make some allowances for feminine psychology. A girl has more confidence and is more efficient if she can keep her hair tidied, apply fresh lipstick, and wash her hands several times a day.
“Some of us are goin’ dancin’ tonight,” Shirley said. “You should come.”
She and Trixie were sitting outside at a picnic table, having lunch. It was nice to get away from the noise and heat inside the factory.
“Thanks for the offer, but I have plans.” Trixie ducked her head to hide the blush she knew was staining her cheeks.
Shirley made a disapproving noise. “Again? I thought you put him on hold.”
“I’m working on it.”
Truth was, she wasn’t working that hard on putting some space between herself and Jupiter Jones. She knew what she had to do, knew what was wrong and what was right, but nothing was simple when it came to Jupiter.
Pick young married women. They usually have more of a sense of responsibility than their unmarried sisters, they’re less likely to be flirtatious, they need the work or they wouldn’t be doing it, they still have the pep and interest to work hard and to deal with the public efficiently.
Trixie took the bus back to her apartment, standing all the way because no-one wanted to give up their seat for a girl in slacks, and spent two hours getting ready for her date. She had to unwrap the kerchief from her head, pull out the multitude of bobby pins keeping her unruly curls in place, take a nice, long soak, and choose something appropriate to wear from her very small selection of clothes.
Suitably clothed, she walked down the street to Jupiter’s office. She knocked briskly before walking in.
“Oh, hey, Trixie,” Jupiter said when he popped his head out from behind a stack of stuff. “Did we have a date?”
“The Maguire case, remember?”
“Right. Right! Let me just…Where did I…?”
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Date: 2021-02-23 01:54 pm (UTC)'Cuz they say two thousand zero zero party over,
Oops out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
(Prince)
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