Tuesday: No Dialogue
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4bdnsn0wflake again. Today’s theme is No Dialogue.
Prompts can have dialogue in them or not, but fills should contain no dialogue.
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..
+ Author’s choice, any character(s), the last time
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/+Bucky Barnes, leap of faith
+ The Boondocks Saints, Il Duce+Connor MacManus+Murphy MacManus, loyalty
+ The Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, is that a challenge?
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.
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4bdnsn0wflake again. Today’s theme is No Dialogue.Prompts can have dialogue in them or not, but fills should contain no dialogue.
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..
+ Author’s choice, any character(s), the last time
+ MCU, Steve Rogers/+Bucky Barnes, leap of faith
+ The Boondocks Saints, Il Duce+Connor MacManus+Murphy MacManus, loyalty
+ The Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, is that a challenge?
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: 2021-10-19 03:08 am (UTC)Original fic (Horror)
Date: 2021-10-19 02:16 pm (UTC)Mel was planning on leaving the valley, heading for the bright lights of New York City and college there. Reyna was only going a short drive away, staying on-campus at the local state college. Their parents had thrown them a party earlier in the day to celebrate but Mel was driving them to their respective schools - against their parents' wishes but this showed their independence! Both had argued and eventually gotten their way.
School was for tomorrow. Tonight, at Reyna's suggestion, they were on their favorite hill, the one overlooking the valley. Behind them, Mel's older model sedan, the one her grandfather had given her and she'd named the Land Yacht, hulked under the trees. The granite boulders cresting the hill, left behind from glacial activity, still held some warmth from the afternoon sun.
Reyna ran her fingers over the grooves in the granite. 'Glacial striations' they were called and had been carved out during the boulder's journey. Mel sat with her legs stretched in front of her, hands behind her, face pointed up at the moon. She sighed, content, at peace, on her favorite rock. Her fingertips rested in a set of grooves she'd pointed out years before, looking eerily like a hand print in the stone.
She turned to Reyna, opening her mouth to speak. The pain burned hot then soothed to a warmth. Mel choked. She raised a shaky hand, touching her throat. Her fingertips felt heat, felt a tear where there'd been smooth skin. She tried to scrabble backward but Reyna grabbed her wrist, yanking her back in place, forcing her hand into the fingertip grooves.
Blood spilled down Mel's chest, flowing down her arm, filling the striations with rivulets that spread over the boulder. Mel gasped and choked. She could hear her mouth making a gulping sound but she couldn't scream. Her heart thundered against her chest then began to quiet as the blood seeped out of her body.
Reyna watched as Mel's body convulsed a few times then collapsed on the stone. Blood gently dripped down into crevasses and onto the grass at the base of the rock. When the moon was finally overhead, in the exact position, the blood-filled grooves brightened, silvering everywhere the blood had touched.
The light seeped into Reyna's eyes, turning them from brown to silver-blue for a few seconds, all it took for the sacrifice to burn out under the moon's light.
A wizened body was left behind, no longer plump with youth but mummified. Reyna took no chances, gathering the body she could now move with ease in a tarp and a blanket, erasing all traces of Mel's stop here.
Reyna loaded Mel's body into the trunk, careful not to break any pieces off. She'd leave Mel's car halfway between here and New York, and her body, well, there were places where a body that had been sacrificed to the valley would go safely unnoticed.
A sacrifice every few years, that's all the valley needed to prosper. Not a terrible price to pay but Reyna knew she'd miss Mel's easy laugh, their long phone conversations.
Still, the valley needed blood more than Reyna needed Mel.
RE: Original fic (Horror)
Date: 2021-10-20 03:15 am (UTC)Thank you!
Re: Original fic (Horror)
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Date: 2021-10-19 03:09 am (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2021-10-19 05:35 pm (UTC)His warm and gentle smile sends Bucky's heart racing. He beautifully smiles at Bucky like he hung the moon and holds the diamond stars within his hand. Steve wraps his arms around him, and Bucky feels as if he has found a home, he did not know he was longing for.
But he cannot stay with him. He could burn all of Hell down to linger in the heaven of Steve's beautiful light. He fought his fight, and he could walk away and never look back, nor care what happens to Steve. But his soul would be a fool; his heart cannot tell a lie. Steve choose him over Tony, and Buck doesn't want to leave yet he feels like he has done so much damage it would be best if they parted ways.
His heels stomp as he walks upwards the stairs. Something causes Bucky to pause.
Steve pardoned him to go on with his journey and leave. He can hear the sadness in Steve's voice, he doesn’t wish for him to leave. He cannot find it in his heart to part from Steve. He turns towards him and hurries to him, they collide in a tight hug, and Bucky curls into Steve's strong arms, tucking his body into his warmth.
Bucky has been a hollow shell for so long, yet now his heart suddenly comes alive, pure bliss rushing to his soul as he presses a soft kiss to Steve's lips. He feels safe in Steve's tender and loving arms.
(END)
RE: FILL!
Date: 2021-10-20 03:17 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2021-10-19 03:10 am (UTC)[Fill] Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Challenge Accepted
Date: 2021-10-19 09:50 pm (UTC)One night after an epic meltdown because Donald had kept all his fears and insecurities locked up until he imploded, they sat down with their favorite take out and two ice cold martinis. While they were both calm and thinking clearly they came up with a way for Donald to let Timmy know how he was feeling without having to force the words out.
It's not a perfect system and learning to understand how he is feeling and why, as well as letting himself show it has been a challenge, but for Timmy, Donald is willing to push himself to keep getting better.
RE: [Fill] Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Challenge Accepted
Date: 2021-10-20 03:20 am (UTC)These two are my happy place. Even when things get difficult, they find a safe way to work it out.
Thank you!
Re: [Fill] Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Challenge Accepted
Date: 2021-10-20 06:01 pm (UTC)They're my happy place too. They have some angsty stuff, but there always has to be a happy ending.
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Date: 2021-10-19 06:15 am (UTC)fill: DCU, Jason Todd (warnings for violence and torture)
Date: 2021-10-22 03:50 am (UTC)inhale
He’s imagined it going a thousand different ways.
hold
Bullets. Blades. Drawing and quartering. Strangulation, exsanguination, defenestration. Vivisection.
Loudly, quietly. A massive production or silently, unseen, unheard. Would that be best? Not giving the bastard any more attention than a bullet between the eyes from a mile away? No time to savor it? Maybe even hire it out; he could find enough funds for Deathstroke. If he played it right, Wilson might even do it for free.
hold
If any murder in the world could be justified, surely it’s this. Make it hurt. Linger. Flaying, dismembering, bleeding the bastard dry.
He’s imagined it going a thousand different ways. Obsessed, planned, daydreamed. Wanted him to know exactly why he was dying, paying him back for all the victims who didn’t have the chance to crawl out of their graves. Ensuring there would be no more victims. It’d be sweet, watching his last breath. A relief.
hold
And now, here it is. Another escape from Arkham, holding the entire city hostage, the same song and dance for Batman’s attention.
Jason isn’t in the hood. He carefully ghosts through the panicked crowd as Joker rants and cackles, eyes flicking around for any bats or birds, and when he finally hits the edge, in Joker’s peripheral vision, he unsheathes his k-bar, aims, and lets go.
hold
No collateral damage. For a moment, the entire world stops. The crowd, the cops, Jason’s own heart. In the silence, Jason strides forward and grabs the hilt, pulling the blade from Joker’s throat. All he can hear is Joker’s gurgles. He plunges the knife into Joker’s gut and rips him open, just to be sure.
Jason glances around at the crowd. Nobody seems to know what to do. He catches sight of a cape in the distance, as Gotham’s self-appointed protector grapples in too late to a do a damn thing.
He leans down once more, to wipe the blade on Joker’s jacket, and then he darts back into the crowd, disappearing into the city.
exhale
RE: fill: DCU, Jason Todd (warnings for violence and torture)
Date: 2021-10-23 02:11 am (UTC)Re: fill: DCU, Jason Todd (warnings for violence and torture)
Date: 2021-10-31 03:36 pm (UTC)thank you!
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Date: 2021-10-19 06:15 am (UTC)Re: FILL: MCU, Steve/Bucky, hurt/comfort
Date: 2021-10-20 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2021-10-19 10:28 am (UTC)X-Men - Scott/Emma, Jubilee, Wolverine -- Fill
Date: 2021-10-20 01:55 am (UTC)Until today. She had been done, the enemy standing over her, when Wolverine and Jubilee had come out of seemingly nowhere. She had never seen such a vicious side of her former student than when her fangs had ripped into the neck of one of the opposing team. Scott had came next, blasting his way to be beside her. He had picked her up and had not completely let go of her since.
Even now he stands beside her, his hands on her biceps. His lips brush softly against the side of her head. He wants to tell her she can sleep, she can rest, he's got her, but he doesn't know how. She's made it clear numerous times that she does not entirely trust him, that she does not entirely trust any being, but in this moment, she is once again sorely tempted to do so.
Yet every time she has ever allowed any one close, she has been the one to be burned by that relationship. She knows better than to let down her guard, knows better than to open her heart, knows better certainly than to place her safety, her life, her heart, into anybody else's possession.
There's a soft growl behind her, and Emma senses Jubilee's mind. The girl's anger is very clear, but what is even more clear takes her by surprise. She wants her to rest, and she's still angered that Emma was hurt so, her stomach being sliced before she could turn to diamond. She wants to rest her, wants her to trust her family.
Scott kisses her again and pulls her close. Emma drops her head to his strong, reassuring shoulder. She closes her eyes and thinks that maybe, at least during the flight home, she can rest. Exhaustion over takes her, and Scott holds her closely and protectively against him.
Behind them, Wolverine sniffs and jerks his head up toward Emma and Scott, his feral eyes turning searchingly on his adopted daughter. Jubilee nods and, when no one's looking, smiles. She looks forward to getting home, feeding Shogo, and feeding herself, even if she does have to eat blood, but she looks forward to a spot of rest even more. Maybe now they can all rest. Maybe now their family can grow closer, stronger, tighter, better together than ever before. Maybe it isn't too late for those of them who are left after all.
The End
RE: X-Men - Scott/Emma, Jubilee, Wolverine -- Fill
Date: 2021-10-20 10:33 am (UTC)Re: X-Men - Scott/Emma, Jubilee, Wolverine -- Fill
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Date: 2021-10-20 01:44 am (UTC)Sleep is a wonderful thing. In sleep, the real world can be forgotten, and sometimes the horrors of life can only be escaped in the sweet escape of slumber. Dreams could sometimes be crafted, built and twisted to become and make the dreamer feel as though they are whatever they choose to be, a King instead of a pauper, a hero instead of the downtrodden, free instead of captive.
Salem's tail swished merrily as he dreamed. He purred and kneaded the soft, supple breasts beneath his claws, not even aware of where he was. In his dream, he was a man again, and he was free. He was no longer held down by any Spellman or Council member. He was free, and powerful, and his people were free. He was surrounded by friends and family, and none had died. He was a hero, King of the world, and the world, especially its magical inhabitants, had been freed by his heroics.
They shouted his name, chanting the name of their savior, and Salem kneaded harder. Sabrina twisted in her sleep, moaning Harvey's name, without a clue as to who was on top of her. They were woman and cat, friends held back and down by the mortal realm around them, but in their dreams, they were free. In her dreams, she didn't have to worry about Libby or scaring Harvey away because she was a Witch. He was her hero, and she her lady love, and the future stretched out before them, free, joy-filled, and glorious.
She beamed in her merry sleep and turned over onto her side, pulling her pillow closer, calling it by her boyfriend's name, and covering it in kisses. Salem fell into the bed beside her, but never once did he cease purring. He was happy in his dreams, and had he known, would have preferred never to wake again.
The End
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