Friday: Forbidden Things
Oct. 21st, 2021 10:16 pmIt’s Friday, and I am
4bdnsn0wflake, and I hope everybody had a great time these past two weeks.
A heartfelt thank you to everyone who left prompts and those who filled them!
Our final theme is Forbidden Things.
Prompts should include/relate to things or behaviors that are forbidden, or at least frowned upon. ;)
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...
+ The Boondock Saints, Murphy MacManus(+any), is killing permitted if you’re doing it in the name of God? Murphy has started to wonder.
+ MCU, Tony Stark, nothing is off-limits
+ MCU, Natasha Romanov, what would they think if they knew?
+ Author’s choice, any character(s), dreading Halloween because of all the tempting candy everywhere
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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A heartfelt thank you to everyone who left prompts and those who filled them!
Our final theme is Forbidden Things.
Prompts should include/relate to things or behaviors that are forbidden, or at least frowned upon. ;)
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...
+ The Boondock Saints, Murphy MacManus(+any), is killing permitted if you’re doing it in the name of God? Murphy has started to wonder.
+ MCU, Tony Stark, nothing is off-limits
+ MCU, Natasha Romanov, what would they think if they knew?
+ Author’s choice, any character(s), dreading Halloween because of all the tempting candy everywhere
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: 2021-10-22 03:17 am (UTC)[Fill] The Boondocksaints - Murphy MacManus - A Sin by Any Other Name
Date: 2021-10-22 05:50 pm (UTC)It was enough to make Murphy start thinking and that was never a good thing. He was a man of action, not prone to spending a lot of time overthinking things. But now he couldn't stop.
The thought lingered in the back of his mind. Even when he was fresh from confession and his soul was as pure as a newborn lamb he wondered.
RE: [Fill] The Boondocksaints - Murphy MacManus - A Sin by Any Other Name
Date: 2021-10-23 02:23 am (UTC)This is very cool.
Thank you!
Re: [Fill] The Boondocksaints - Murphy MacManus - A Sin by Any Other Name
Date: 2021-10-23 06:39 am (UTC)Thank you for hosting these past two weeks. It was nice to get my brain out of GW on occasion.
RE: Re: [Fill] The Boondocksaints - Murphy MacManus - A Sin by Any Other Name
Date: 2021-10-24 12:04 am (UTC)It's always great to see your writing.
Thank you for participating!
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Date: 2021-10-22 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2021-10-22 03:18 am (UTC)1/2
Date: 2021-10-22 11:20 pm (UTC)She's sustained countless attempts on her life. She's saved millions. She's spent most of her life killing in one fashion or another, either killing those her government told her to take down or killing those who would slay innocents -- not that any one is ever completely innocent, but that's another story altogether.
What would they say if they knew she breaks every day, every night especially when left all alone? She won't spend time with the other Avengers any longer when they're not in costume, not since Clint got married. She tries to keep a distance between each of them and herself, a shield not unlike Cap's meant to be beautiful and shiny on the outside with her carefree, Devil-may-care smiles and occasional flirtatiousness but protecting her nonetheless greater than any bullet or spider's bite could.
She thinks often that she should work to be more like her namesake. The black widow needs no male counterpart; she needs no one to love her, no one to care for her, and is surely not hurt by mates who do not choose her or by otherwise being left alone. She needs no one. Natasha should need no one. She should be just as fierce, just as self-reserved, just as self-protected.
She should need no one. Her trainers taught her not to need any one. It was Clint who pulled her away from them, Clint who made her realize there was more to life than just being someone's weapon, Clint who made her want to do and be better, Clint who never has and, she knows, never realize how greatly she loves him. He doesn't know -- none of them do -- that she falls apart every single night. He doesn't know how much watching him with his wife and now his child too hurts her. She'd rather face a million bullets, be torn apart limb from limb countless times rather than face the barrage of pain she feels every time she watches him with his family.
She's glad he's happy; truly, she is. But it hurts so much to know that he does not need her any more and, worse, could never love her the way she does him. She shuts her door behind her, doesn't bother locking it. No one can take her by surprise, no one but Clint. No man can hurt her, not truly, not where it counts, not in her heart and soul, no one but him.
No one but him has power over her, and she cannot seem to stop it. She sinks to the floor, now that there's a barrier between her and the outside world, now that she knows no one, not her team mates, not her enemies, not the girls of the world who look up to her and so foolish and idealistically think that she is untouched by any man. Perhaps there is a woman yet who can be untouched by men. Perhaps Valkyrie, or Silver Sable. Perhaps Domino, She Hulk, Big Barda, or the X-Men's foe, Mystique. But it is not her.
She knows there are many strong, courageous, seemingly fearless women in this trying world, but she also knows that almost every one of them have cried at least once because of a man. It's funny, she thinks, no matter how strong one can pretend to be, no matter how fearless one can appear before the world, no matter how much pain one can take and not bend, not break, not even cry, how for every female there seems a man capable of reducing them to sniffling tears.
There are so many women to whom the world looks up, so many strong ladies, especially in the superhero arena, who don't appear to need men, but she's seen so many of them break because of men. Jean Grey gave her life to save four. Elektra's died before, pretty much sacrificing her life to save a man who couldn't wait to move on without her. Overseas, Meggan Braddock is constantly beaten by her drunk husband. Here, not even Reed Richards or Peter Parker are what they appear to be to the world at large; she knows for she knows their wives very, very well. Even Goddesses have succumbed to the tremendous pain in their hearts, pain placed there by men.
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Date: 2021-10-22 11:20 pm (UTC)Natasha sinks to the floor and lets her wine glass fall from her hand. There are no tears left in her eyes. She has nothing left to cry, though there's still plenty of pain in her heart. But now, no one can see her. Now she can grief for what she thought she had had, for the love of the one man who had and still possesses the power to truly touch her. A woman can be remarkably strong, far stronger than any man, she knows, but their spirits still break. Their hearts still shatter. Yet still they go. Still they live, and still they fight.
Tomorrow, she will do all that. Tomorrow, she may even call a couple of her girls and check on them. They will call their men out in public, but still they will know. They will know that every day is a struggle, and not merely because of their professions, not because of these special abilities with which they have been blessed, or cursed, and make them step so often in the line of danger. Heck, they don't even care about the physical dangers they face. It's the spiritual and the emotional ones that break them down every night. Those are the ones that reduce them to tears and to the little girls inside of the strong women the world takes turns fearing and revering.
Natasha again feels like a little girl tonight as she pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around her legs. She trembles in the darkness, but not because of anything that could be there in the night. She trembles with the pain that crushes her inside. She trembles, grieving for the man she loves, the best friend who she will always ache for more, and the man who, before her very eyes and with her still in his life, has moved on into a whole new world without her.
Natasha smirks at her own self. She thought she was at last without tears. Sitting in the darkness, huddling like the child she was when Clint first exploded into her life, she finds out she was wrong. She was just as much wrong about the lack of tears or about them being able to dry up as she was to not accept his hand when last he offered it to her. And that, she knows, will be the very last time.
The End
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Date: 2021-10-23 02:33 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2021-10-22 05:18 am (UTC)Filled with Leverage OT3!
Date: 2021-10-24 12:01 pm (UTC)https://canonisrelative.livejournal.com/90995.html
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Date: 2021-10-22 05:27 am (UTC)RE: FILL: Stiles/Derek, rimming, nsfw
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Date: 2021-10-22 06:35 am (UTC)Refrain, Jaskier +/ others (The Witcher [Netflix 'verse])
Date: 2022-06-21 05:05 am (UTC)After the dragon hunt, Jaskier decided to travel as far south as he could. By the fourth day, his urgent need to keep moving had burned out. He carefully avoided familiar streets in a familiar city, despite the promise of comfortable lodgings. The tavernkeep's curiosity was too high a price.
Jaskier slowly meandered to the coast without conscious intent. It was easier to breathe there -- for a time, anyway. When a rumor reached his ears of the princess of Cintra soon receiving suitors, he arranged his last performance in the area. He sang himself hoarse that evening like an amateur.
Everything seemed to fall apart one day, perhaps a fortnight later. Everything he owned felt wrong, like something was misaligned or missing and throwing the rest into disarray. Jaskier sold, bought, discarded, and traded until all that remained were a couple of trinkets and his lute. His dependable, innocent lute.
After a string of engagements that kept him busy for weeks, Jaskier found himself near a particular temple to Melitele and told himself, "Fuck it." Nenneke brusquely informed him, "He's not here." Then she took a good look at Jaskier. "He won't be back for some time. Stay." Neither asked.
Taking time away from the road ("to compose," he told one bedmate), Jaskier returned to Oxenfurt. He only succeeded at getting a headache from all the reading and not-writing he did. Although, he did find pleasurable company, including a surprisingly attentive visiting historian. Too bad he was also a mage.
Nothing but ominous news engulfed the Continent for months, and frankly Jaskier was tired. His list of places and topics to avoid had grown unbearably long. But then, word spread of Nilfgaard sheltering refugees. "Elves are welcome" was both unexpected and refreshing. It wasn't destiny, but Jaskier couldn't ignore it.
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