Wednesday: Work
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4bdnsn0wflake here again, bringing you a new theme.
Today’s theme is Work. Prompts can be related to actual occupations, or whatever the concept of work conjures up in your mind.
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 above mentioned spoiler cut.
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...
+ Ouran High School Host Club, Shima, sometimes she very much longs to retire
+ Gundam Wing, ensemble, AU where they are just normal kids with summer jobs
+ Saiyuki, Sanzo ikkou, it’s not just a job; it’s an adventure
+ Author’s choice, any character(s), first day on the job jitters
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4bdnsn0wflake here again, bringing you a new theme.Today’s theme is Work. Prompts can be related to actual occupations, or whatever the concept of work conjures up in your mind.
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 above mentioned spoiler cut.
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...
+ Ouran High School Host Club, Shima, sometimes she very much longs to retire
+ Gundam Wing, ensemble, AU where they are just normal kids with summer jobs
+ Saiyuki, Sanzo ikkou, it’s not just a job; it’s an adventure
+ Author’s choice, any character(s), first day on the job jitters
We are now using 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 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 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: 2021-03-17 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 02:38 am (UTC)Fill: Gundam Wing - Ensemble - Summertime Blues
Date: 2021-03-19 03:42 am (UTC)He shouldn't complain, he had a good job waiting tables at the cafe and the tips were excellent. At least he wasn't out mowing grass and caddying like Heero and Trowa. Or teaching martial arts to spoiled rich kids like Wufei.
Maybe after work he could talk his friends into hitting the public pool downtown.
RE: Fill: Gundam Wing - Ensemble - Summertime Blues
From:Re: Fill: Gundam Wing - Ensemble - Summertime Blues
From:no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 02:39 am (UTC)Fill Magnum PI, Gordon Katsumoto/Noelani Cunha
Date: 2021-03-17 09:25 pm (UTC)Noelani spun around very carefully. Boxes of files and supplies were stacked everywhere, along with stacks of paperwork teetering precariously on every surface. To move suddenly was to court disaster, or at least hours of reorganising work and she had better things to do with her time.
“Detective Katsumoto, come in.” He’d used her title so she used his. He stepped all the way inside, letting the door swing closed behind him, his detective’s eyes taking in the state of the room, arriving at a conclusion in seconds. First that they were alone. Second, they were in the middle of chaos.
“The move is going well, I take it?”
Noelani grimaced at his obvious, if understated, sarcasm. “There’s a lot to organise,” she allowed. Unfortunately, crime didn’t stop for a lack of organisation. “You’re here for a report on the Bailey case?” She looked around again at the mess on her desk, stabbed at the keyboard, sighing with relief when her computer screen sprang into life. For a second there, she’d been concerned that IT hadn’t managed to hook it all up. “I should be able to find that, just give me a second...”
“Well, that’s part of it...” He took a step towards her desk, holding out one hand. In it, there was a takeout cup of coffee and Noelani eyed it jealously. He took another step towards her and this time, he looked down pointedly at the coffee cup. “Also to give you this.”
It took a second to make sense of the words. When she did, Noelani tilted her head, blinked at him. “You brought me coffee?”
Katsumoto shrugged. “First day as Chief Medical Examiner, it’s a big day. I figured some coffee wouldn’t hurt.” Considering she was about five minutes away from following Max to the airport and begging him to come back, he wasn’t wrong. “Of course, if you don’t want it-”
“No!” She might have sounded a little too eager but she really didn’t care. She could do with some caffeine right now. “Thank you.” She reached out for the cup, her fingers brushing over his, making a shiver of electricity run up and down her spine. To cover her reaction, she took a sip of the coffee, closing her eyes as she swallowed. “Oh my god; I needed that.”
“Yeah?” When she opened her eyes again, he was looking very pleased with himself and it was Gordon she was looking at suddenly, the funny, sweet guy who’d taken her out on four dates over the last couple of weeks, rather than the oh so serious and by the book Detective Katsumoto.
Her cheeks felt warm. She told herself it was the coffee.
“I skipped my morning coffee... I didn’t want caffeine jitters mixing with first day of a new job jitters... that was a definite miscalculation.” Another sip and she was on firmer ground suddenly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He was smiling now, something in his eyes and in his voice that warmed her all over, soothing her jitters away, no coffee necessary. “And I was thinking, assuming crime doesn’t change our plans, that you might let me take you out to dinner later. To celebrate.”
Noelani’s only plans had been to go home and collapse on her couch. His idea was much better. “I’d like that,” she said, her lips curling in a smile.
He smiled too, nodded once. “Good.” He glanced at her computer. “I’ll call back later... get those results.” She realised then, a little late, that he hadn’t actually needed those results at all. That had just been a convenient excuse to see her, to bring her coffee. Something else bloomed warm in her stomach at the thought and she grinned, her jitters a distant memory.
“I’ll see you then.”
RE: Fill Magnum PI, Gordon Katsumoto/Noelani Cunha
From:Re: Fill Magnum PI, Gordon Katsumoto/Noelani Cunha
From:no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 06:01 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: SuperM, gen, superhero AU
Date: 2021-03-24 01:47 am (UTC)Mark didn’t pause playing his guitar, though he did pause singing. He glanced up at the man. He was tall, blond, spoke accented Korean but still quite fluently. “This is my day job,” he said.
Ten was in the booth beside his; he drew caricatures for money, though his YouTube channel where he did live drawings had a good following and some lucrative sponsorships for fancy drawing pens and other art supplies. The others all had booths scattered along the way. Their day jobs were innocuous for a reason.
The man raised his eyebrows. “It’s night right now.”
“Well, this is what pays the bills,” Mark said, because being a superhero certainly did not.
Though most days Mark didn’t really feel super. All he could do was manipulate water by turning it into ice. He could shoot ice at people, which was pretty cool.
And he could ice skate, but that wasn’t a super power. That was just a useful skill to have if one had a superhuman skill for manipulating a single icy element.
The man said, “You’re not much of a singer.”
Mark couldn’t help the frisson of hurt that spiked in him even though he knew it was true. Compared to Taemin and Baekhyun and Ten or even Jongin he really wasn’t much of a singer.
But he smiled and said, “You must be one of those amazing foreigners who learned Korean without learning to read hangeul. I never could have done it.” And he nodded at the sign at the front of his booth.
Learn English with Mark! it read in bright, pretty calligraphy, courtesy of Ten even though Korean wasn’t Ten’s native language either.
They all banded together to help each other, though. Because they were a team no matter what.
Several spots down, Taemin was playing a song request on his keyboard.
Across from him, Jongin was dancing ballet to the song.
The man standing at Mark’s booth blinked. “Oh,” he said.
Mark strummed a final arpeggio and then set his guitar on its stand, offered the man another polite smile. “Would you like to learn English? I don’t assume all foreigners speak English. What’s your native language?”
The man cleared his throat. “French. I’m from France.”
Mark said in French, “Oh, really? I’m from Canada, so I learned French in school, but my native language is English.”
“Oh, really?” the man said. He offered, in heavily accented English, “I also speak English.”
“Look at you,” Mark said, switching to English. “Such a polyglot. I play guitar between customers, but teaching English is my gig. I’m a private tutor most days, but I also have a YouTube channel.”
The man looked confused.
Mark gestured to his guitar. “Do you play a musical instrument or sing yourself?”
The man continued to look confused.
Mark restated the question in French.
“Ah, no,” the man admitted.
Mark nodded. “Like I said, this is my day job, as it were. What pays the bills. But my passion is something else.”
“Are you good at it?” the man asked.
“I don’t know that there’s a requirement that people be good at the things they care about,” Mark said, and he switched back to Korean. “Think of how many people sing in the shower because they love it. They’re usually not very good at it, are they, though? Granted, if I wanted my passion to pay the bills, then I’d have to be pretty good at it.”
The man eyed Mark. “What is your passion?”
Fill 2/2: SuperM, gen, superhero AU
From:Re: Fill 2/2: SuperM, gen, superhero AU
From:RE: Re: Fill 2/2: SuperM, gen, superhero AU
From:no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 09:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 09:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 09:11 am (UTC)(Note that I haven’t seen the whole show, so I might not read your fill.)
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Date: 2021-03-17 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 09:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 12:14 pm (UTC)Fill: MCU/SGA/Sentinel/H50, IronStrange, McShep, McDanno (Atlantis Medical Group 'verse)
Date: 2021-03-24 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 12:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-28 03:44 pm (UTC)"The girls are weapons Rupert. Weapons in the eternal fight. We are the hands that wield the weapon. We can take care to train them, maintain the blade's edge as it were.
But when a weapon breaks, or is found to be unsuitable, we replace it. The Slayer line is more important than any one girl."
"That is monstrous."
Travers shrugged. That's the way it always has been, and always will be.
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From:no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 05:43 pm (UTC)Fill: DC - Helena Bertinelli
Date: 2021-03-17 11:16 pm (UTC)Her eyes wandered towards her desk. She'd unplugged her laptop the night before and could only hope that in the time she'd spent eating dinner and half-watching Make it Wayne reruns that it had gotten a somewhat decent charge.
It used to be that on days like today she'd call in sick. Even when Helena didn't so much as have a sniffle, she usually had something to nurse off. But these days, taking sick leave came with too many strings attached. She pushed the thought from her mind as she stood, stepping over a pile of stained pajama bottoms.
As she neared the bathroom, her eyes landed on the calendar hung above her dresser. Hadn't Mayor Grange promised that schools would reopen soon? That was two months ago, at least assuming that her math wasn't off. Maybe if they ever reached the next election, voters would hold that against her.
For once, a hot shower wasn't enough to jolt her awake. In the steamy haze, her slow mind wandered back to a year prior. More than a few League members had laughed this whole mess off. They had been sure that it was just a temporary setback, nothing serious. If not for Brentwood Academy suddenly shutting down, she might have cracked a few zingers herself.
What was it Wally had said, that this would be easy for them since they already wore masks?
Helena stepped into her kitchen, a towel wrapped around her head and nothing but a nightgown on to keep her warm. The space between putting down her bottle of shampoo and her feet landing on icy, checkered blue linoleum was nothing but a black blur in her mind. Something had to have happened in that time. Logic dictated as such.
She had to force back a snort. Logic had long since taken a hike.
Grabbing a granola bar from the bowl that sat on her counter, she made her way to the coffee machine. The Keurig was less than a year old, but it had soldiered by her side for so long that it was hard to remember a time before she'd had it.
"Shit!"
If any of her neighbors hadn't gotten up yet, then that was as good of an alarm as any. Helena hadn't meant to yell. Though, judging by the fact that unplugging it for a few moments hadn't been enough to get the machine started back up, something told her that she wouldn't be making much use of her inside voice any time soon.
Really, was there any better way to start off a Monday?
RE: Fill: DC - Helena Bertinelli
From:Re: Fill: DC - Helena Bertinelli
From:no subject
Date: 2021-03-17 05:44 pm (UTC)not a fill
Date: 2021-03-17 09:10 pm (UTC)Re: not a fill
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