Wednesday - Heritage
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straydog733 and here’s another prompt to get you through to the weekend: Heritage. Do you have a lineage, culture, or tradition you are proud of? Is there some dark fruit hanging from your family tree? Today is the day to talk about it, so whip out the family photo albums!
Please just remember:
· Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).
· No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
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Also, remember to keep prompts in the correct format. For example:
Midnighters, Rex, being able to read lore makes him part of a noble tradition, not just some dorky high school kid
Animorphs, Aximili, balancing between the ideal Andalites he was raised to believe in and the examples of his people he keeps being faced with
And of course, if you don’t care for any of the prompts you see today, go on over to the Lonely Prompts and see if anything catches your eye.
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Date: 2011-03-02 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 01:08 pm (UTC)He Wants
Date: 2011-03-03 05:48 am (UTC)He's meeting his older brother for the first time. Elfangor is brave and honest and good and Aximili wants to be like him.
He's training at the academy on the home world, learning how to fight, how to kill, and how to die. How to fire a shredder, how to block an attack with his tail blade, and how to prepare for the end. He wants to become a warrior, but is it worth it?
He's trapped on an alien planet in a plastic bubble in the sea. He watches the alien life forms swim by overhead and wonders what they're thinking. He's alone and he wants to leave. He wants to go home.
He's fighting alongside his human friends. He doesn't understand their customs or why they insist upon calling him "Ax-man" but he likes them. They're brave and they're good and they carry Elfangor's final moments and he wonders why he was taught to believe Andalites were superior. He wants to learn more but he can't break the law.
He's just come back from Leera and he struggles with accepting that one of his own could have crossed over to join the Yeerks. He wants to explain how he feels to Tobias but how can he describe the beliefs he was raised on? He wants to have another Andalite to talk to. He wants to have a friend who isn't human.
He's aboard the Pool Ship, watching as his own race prepares to destroy the planet and the six billion humans that live there. And him. He wonders how the Andalites he used to dwell among and consider his people could even contemplate such a crime. He struggles to cling to his beliefs but he knows they're just lies. He wants to go home.
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Date: 2011-03-02 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-02 01:30 pm (UTC)Filled: Antiziganism
Date: 2011-03-06 08:37 pm (UTC)The murder of a teenage girl had brought the three of them to the rooftop that night. Bruce Wayne was out of town and had entrusted his city to three of his sons. Batman, Red Robin, and Robin had heard rumblings about the victim’s ties to a group of Roma passing through town. Below them was an empty lot being used as a squatter camp by the group as they passed through Gotham. Dick, Tim, and Damian immediately noticed that the camp was on its guard.
“You think the killer is one of them?” Damian asked, as he counted the guards he could see.
“No. I don’t.” Dick replied. “The victim was one of them.”
“Well true, they usually resort to petty thievery…” Tim’s eyes bulged in shock as Damian continued. Dick’s gaze remained focused on the squalid camp. “…that they would resort to murder?” Damian concluded.
“You think all Roma are petty crooks Robin?” Batman growled.
“I wouldn’t trust any of them,” Damian replied, angered at his mentor’s question.
“Then why do you trust me?” With that, Batman glided from the rooftop down into the camp.
Damian felt Tim’s hand on his shoulder and turned to see the sad visage on Tim’s face. “I take it Ra’s and Talia think poorly of the Romani,” Tim asked. Before Damian could reply, he continued. “Dick’s family fled Europe in the 1920’s to avoid the rise in anti-Romani sentiment after WWI. They must have guessed at what was coming.”
“Coming?” Damian stammered, still in shock that he had so blatantly insulted Dick.
“The porajmos. It’s the Romani term for the Nazi’s Final Solution, as it was applied to them. It means The Devouring. If his family hadn’t fled when they did, Dick might not have ever been born.”
“I didn’t…”
“Basic rule of thumb. No matter who they are, what they are. If people need us, we help them,” and with that Tim shot out a line and joined Dick in the camp.
Guilt tore at Damian as he thought about what had just transpired. He thought that he’d wiped away all the influence his mother and grandfather had had on him, but obviously he hadn’t. Below, he could see Dick talking with the leader of the small group and the ease in which he did it. Damian considered heading back to the tower and immediately felt disgusted with himself. Running away wouldn’t make amends for his egregious blunder. He joined his brothers in the camp and listened as the leader explained how the girl had been sent to do some food shopping when she disappeared.
Two days later they had caught the killer. A petty crook that had hoped to rob the girl of her money and instead killed her when she fought back. After retiring for the night back at Wayne Tower, Damian tentatively sought out his eldest brother to apologise. “Tell me about your people,” he asked softly. Dick sighed and ruffled Damian’s hair as he began telling the boy about his past.
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Date: 2011-03-02 01:31 pm (UTC)Burt/Kurt's mom, PG, pre-series
Date: 2012-10-25 02:53 pm (UTC)Two comments due to length.)
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Kathryn Hummel was a lovely girl who grew into a beautiful woman. Her family moved to Cincinnati, Ohio, when she was thirteen and she attended Crawford Country Day until graduation.
She met Burt Hummel in her senior year, while she was on a date with Mick Connors and he was getting a car ready for tow, working at his dad’s garage.
She didn’t go on another date with Mick. But she saw Burt again, on her third day at OSU, and the rest is, as they say, history.
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Kathryn’s parents never liked Burt Hummel all that much. They didn’t think he was good enough for their daughter, and her mother always talked about French royalty and their supposed ancestor Marie Antoinette. Mom had forced Kathryn to learn French, even though she preferred Spanish and so taught herself both.
But for all that her parents wished she’d never married Burt, they absolutely adore Kurt.
Kathryn takes a year off work for Kurt’s first twelve months; after she goes back, Mom insists on watching him instead of enrolling him in daycare. Kathryn doesn’t see any harm in it, and it might even fix her parents’ relationship with Burt.
Mom starts teaching Kurt to speak and read French. For his first couple years (all English at home, all French at Gamma’s) Kurt doesn’t even seem to notice there’s a difference, switching back and forth. Kathryn rolls her eyes and complains to Burt a little (who finds it funny), but doesn’t stop Mom.
So Kathryn begins teaching him the finer points of French, the stuff Mom lets slip by because she’s just so happy Kurt seems to really love the language.
By the time he’s seven, Kurt’s as fluent as a child can be in both.
By the time he’s seven, Kathryn has noticed a couple things off in her son.
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Kurt wants sensible heels when he’s three. That’s fine. Kathryn sits Burt down for a talk, but Burt loves their son more than anything else so he mostly polices himself.
Kurt doesn’t like playing with other kids. He doesn’t like animals of any kind. He distances himself from the children in Mom’s neighborhood and at home. He’s not shy, Kathryn’s pretty sure. He’s just… standoffish.
Cold, almost.
But he loves Kathryn, and he lights up whenever Burt pays him any attention (which is a lot, because Burt adores their son, and Kathryn muffles her laughter with her hand when Kurt shows Burt the correct way to hold a teacup). Kurt also loves Mom, but Mom dies when Kurt is six, and he screams during the funeral, so Burt carries him out.
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When Kurt is seven, he asks Kathryn, “Is it okay to kill some people?”
Kathryn blinks at him for a moment, lowering her book. “No, baby,” she finally says. “It’s never okay.”
He nods solemnly and goes back to his Power Rangers.
She tells Burt about it that night, and Burt shrugs. “It’s okay, under certain circumstances,” he says. “When do you think I oughta start teachin’ him to shoot?”
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Date: 2011-03-02 01:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-02 02:09 pm (UTC)Great Expectations, adult!Herbert/adult!Pip, teaching Pip the customs of the English upperclass
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Date: 2011-03-02 02:39 pm (UTC)Lessons Learned
Date: 2011-03-02 04:05 pm (UTC)The third Robin is always two steps ahead Damian and one ahead of Bruce. There are plans within plans, with Tim, though Damian didn't know it until he realized he'd been tricked, again, into running Drake's errands. Tim teaches him to think.
The second Robin pops in and out of Damian's life even less frequently than the others. Damian thinks he learned nothing from Jason, but the specter of his smile makes Damian cautious.
The first Robin does nothing to suit Damian. He wakes up at odd hours and does ridiculous things like buying a puppy to keep Ace company and ruffling Damian's hair when he does something good. He checks over Damian's homework and makes sure he sleeps, pours medicine down his throat when he gets sick and grounds him for life when he tries to deck Drake. Though he would never admit it, Dick taught him to be a son.
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Date: 2011-03-02 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 03:32 pm (UTC)Not a fill but...
Date: 2011-03-02 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-20 02:04 am (UTC)She knew her mother was trying to be nice when she sent her a whole file of old family recipes, with a note on the front stating they were her grandmother's favorites. You couldn't be mad at her for that. While normally she would have just passed off the whole thing to Rhys and then eaten the inevitably delicious results, he had been working extra hours this week and the Rift had slowed down enough that Owen was building houses of cards on his desk, so she decided to try it herself.
She could say one thing about her efforts; at least she hadn't filled the kitchen of the flat with smoke. True, the chicken was black on the outside and raw inside, and the pasta was still crunchy, but no alarms had been sent off. She was still staring in dismay at the remains of the chicken when Rhys came into the kitchen. "What is that bloody awful smell?" he said as he threw his coat over a chair. It was then he noticed the recipe file sitting forlornly on the counter, and he picked it up and began to flip through it. He shook his head, but he was smiling. "Let's get this cleaned up," he said as he gestured to the remains of what was supposed to be a meal.
Within an hour the food was discarded, the dishes washed, and the two of them were curled up on the couch with takeaway curry and a movie. Gwen thought then that if this was the way her cooking always turned out, she should try it more often. After all, this was really the best possible result.