Getsuyobi - Prompt is the First Line
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Inspiration comes in funny ways, doesn't it? We're all here because we love to write, but sometimes we just need a prompt - a beginning. So today your prompts will be the first line. Give your writers a push out of the gate and see where they run with it!
As always, obey the rules:
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts:
If you don't see a beginning you'd like to continue, head back to our Lonely Prompts and give them a happy ending instead.
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tiptoe39 and I am tickled pink to be your host for comment_fic this week.Inspiration comes in funny ways, doesn't it? We're all here because we love to write, but sometimes we just need a prompt - a beginning. So today your prompts will be the first line. Give your writers a push out of the gate and see where they run with it!
As always, obey the rules:
- Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
- No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
- If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts:
- Supernatural, Dean/author's choice, It was the last person Dean ever expected to see through the peephole of the motel room door.
- Fringe, Peter/Olivia, "We're going to have to talk about this sooner or later."
- Heroes/Nu!Trek, Peter Petrelli/Jim Kirk, Peter couldn't help but wonder what his mother would say right now.
If you don't see a beginning you'd like to continue, head back to our Lonely Prompts and give them a happy ending instead.
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:20 am (UTC)Re: What it is, what it isn't, FRG, Hotch/Reid
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:28 am (UTC)Re: What it is, what it isn't, FRG, Hotch/Reid
Date: 2011-01-25 01:40 am (UTC)Re: What it is, what it isn't, FRG, Hotch/Reid
Date: 2011-01-25 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-25 01:43 am (UTC)"Try again, I used to say that all the time too." Peter rolled up his sleeve and made a fist.
Mohinder smiled blandly at him. "And I'm sure that every time, it was of great comfort." His eyes, wry and sparkling, searched Peter's, drawing a smile briefly tempered by a wince as the needle pierced Peter's skin.
"By the time you're 90 I guess you know better," Peter said. "You're right, none of them believed me, either."
"It seems to me you've had more than your share of that." Mohinder held his thumb down on Peter's arm, watching carefully as the blood siphoned up into the vial.
Peter cocked his head. "What do you mean?"
Mohinder met his gaze again. "Of people not believing you."
He pulled out the needle. Peter hissed with the sudden sting. "Guess that's one reason I hang out and let you do weird experiments on my blood," he said, forcing a smile. Blood welled up in an expanding dot on his arm and began to run.
Mohinder caught the stream, mopped it up with a piece of gauze, and pressed on the cut until the bleeding began to ebb. "Because I state the obvious?"
Peter reached out with his free hand and touched the fingers curled around his arm. "Because you're the one guy who always did believe."
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:46 am (UTC)Bryce had somehow managed to not get jealous about Chuck's lovers before - but then he hears that Daniel Shaw is on Chuck's team. He’s seen it all before. They way Chuck silently sits, observing the people around him until he had every corner of their soul figured out. After Chuck had them figured out, they’d be helpless beneath that soulful gaze. They’d be laid out vulnerable completely at Chuck’s mercy.
It had never bothered him before, knowing that Chuck had other lovers, other people who cared for him besides himself. But Daniel Shaw was a different story. He knows much Shaw has changed since his wife’s death. The silent determination would only serve to interest Chuck. Chuck would do what he had always done but Shaw was something dangerous; a ticking time bomb that no one wanted to admit to seeing. He wasn’t supposed to be in Chuck’s life any longer but Daniel Shaw was the one factor he hadn’t thought of.
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-25 01:48 am (UTC)Bryce had somehow managed to not get jealous about Chuck's lovers before - but then he hears that Daniel Shaw is on Chuck's team. He’s seen it all before. They way Chuck silently sits, observing the people around him until he had every corner of their soul figured out. After Chuck had them figured out, they’d be helpless beneath that soulful gaze. They’d be laid out vulnerable completely at Chuck’s mercy.
It had never bothered him before, knowing that Chuck had other lovers other people who cared for him besides himself. But Daniel Shaw was a different story. He knows much Shaw has changed since his wife’s death. The silent determination would only serve to interest Chuck. Chuck would do what he had always done but Shaw was something dangerous; a ticking time bomb that no one wanted to admit to seeing. He wasn’t supposed to be in Chuck’s life any longer but Daniel Shaw was the one factor he hadn’t thought of.
Re: Not quite a fill, but...
Date: 2011-01-25 01:49 am (UTC)Well, would be interesting to see another perspective on it, anyway. (There are all of...maybe half a dozen Calvin/Jason fics out there (that I've seen, anyway), which is sad because they've rapidly become one of my favorite pairings. I have a rarepair problem, I think.)
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:54 am (UTC)No fill, but
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Date: 2011-01-25 01:59 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Different Ideas of Fun
Date: 2011-01-25 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-25 02:30 am (UTC)"At least I never got you kidnapped by the Genii." Parrish replied with a dark look into Lorne's direction.
"Technically if you hadn't volunteered to help Corrigan and Stackhouse that week-"Ree began but Parrish's absolutely deathly look made him shut up.
"How long do you think theyre to need to cut down the tree?" Cadman asked. Her arm was bloody because she had been hit by a spear earlier when she had tried to escape to a neighbouring tree.
"Hopefully long enough that someone comes to rescue us." Lorne answered. Sheppard was going to have a field day with this.
"And by the way I'll have you known that my track record in getting you into trouble comes only third after McKay and Corrigan." Parrish sounded testy when he said it.
"Yeah, well, it has to be hard for a botanist to get a solar system blown up." Reed grinned.
"Don't be like that," Cadman intervened:" Thanks to Davey, we're all married to each other." She grinned cheerily.
"Yeah, you never mention all the good things that happened to us thanks to me." Parrish pointed out to Lorne.
"I had to vow my firstborn to the Javarians, remember that?" Lorne asked dryly.
"Unless you're cheating on me that's not going to happen."
"Too bad, I think you two would have an awesome kid." Cadman giggled.
"I still have scars from that time the Jessen wanted to burn us because you offended their sunflower goddess." Reed reminded Parrish.
"I said I was sorry!" Parrish protested.
"Didn't stop you from touching the Drakensang's sacred plant." Cadman added.
"Its not like they had a sign that said "Touching this plant will be punished with Death"."
"Rand of Helmkin didn't like you either." Lorne continued as if Parrish hadn't said anything.
"That wasn't my fault." Parrish said adamantly. Cadman giggled again.
"It isn't!" He told her. Reed and Lorne shared mystified looks.
"Why? I thought he didn't like you because he thought you were a warlock." Lorne frowned.
"You believed that?" Cadman rolled her eyes. Both Lorne and Reed looked offended: "Do you remember the cute guy with the dark curls and the great singing voice?"
"Garrin." Parrish supplied.
"Garrin, apparently he was a bit too nice to Parrish for Rand's liking." Cadman's grin was decidedly smug and Parrish had a pleased air around him.
"I bet that never happened to McKay." Reed muttered.
"You cut off a leaf of the Marken's singing plant, too." Cadman said before Lorne could ask why Parrish had never cared to tell him the true reason they had been forced to leave Helmkin.
"I'm a botanist, remember? Messing with plants is the reason I'm on this team."
"That's what Corrigan says, too." From about three feet from them, Stackhouse seemed to stand on air. Lorne silently thanked god that it wasn't Sheppard. Stackhouse never gossiped.
"I'm not as bad as McKay." Came Corrigan's protest from inside.
"Now, where have I heard that before?" Lorne asked, grinning at Parrish.
"Bite me, Major." Parrish muttered.
"Maybe later."
"I did not need to hear that." Reed protested.
"Shush, they're your husbands, remember?" Cadman replied gleefully: "Hey, does that mean I can watch?"
"Into the Jumper Lieutenant, or we leave you here." Lorne threatened.
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Date: 2011-01-25 02:51 am (UTC)"It's a dryad." Parrish's tone made clear that he had explained this already.
"And you're letting that run around in the city?!" If McKay didn't deal it down soon Lorne might have to shoot him. Ronon, who looked just as annoyed as Lorne felt to be awake would probably let him borrow his gun for the occasion.
"It's a plant, Rodney." Parrish sounded amused: "A moving plant, yes, but only a plant. It's not even carnivorous."
"It has eyes." McKay pointed out. Lorne noticed that it was shaped like a small cat, too.
"It has eyes, it's intelligent and it only eats fungi." Parrish held out his hand and the little plant-cat climbed onto it: "You should be thankful, Deru was saving you from a yeast-infection." Parrish grinned when McKay looked disturbed.
"Just...don't let it out of your lab again."
"Sure, Rodney." Parrish replied cheerfully and scooped up the dryad: "Night."
"You know when you came back from Argos I thought you were messing with me about the plant people." Lorne said when Parrish walked over to him.
"Everyone was thinking that. Except Radek. When he heard that some of them eat fungi he asked me if I could invite them to our basement. Atlantis has quite the problem with fungi in the lower levels." They had entered a transporter but Parrish didn't press their home section but the lowest level of Atlantis.
"Don't tell me you're setting that thing free again."
"It'll be fine. Even Woolsey was okay with the project." The doors opened and Parrish set Deru down: "Have fun." He told it and the dryad leaped away.
"Let's go back to bed." Parrish yawned and gave Lorne a kiss: "You look horrible."
"No thanks to you." Lorne replied dryly. Parrish nuzzled his neck:
"Let me make it up to you."
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