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Anything goes today, so stretch that imagination and prompt away.
Please remember the rules:
No more than three prompts in a fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space
Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
Please remember the rules:
No more than three prompts in a fandom
No more than five prompts in a row
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space
Keep the codemonkeys in mind when formatting your prompts. Examples:
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, hat trick
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, something wicked this way comes
Sarah Connor Chronicles, Derek/John, heat wave
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-05-05 09:21 pm (UTC)Fill: Original, "Old Wolves"
Date: 2014-09-28 02:22 pm (UTC)(Sidelong, though, she knows they still talk, and still judge. If not for her Da being the blacksmith, she knows she would get even shorter shrift.)
If they knew who she visited in the forest, she’d hear worse, maybe be chased from the village.
(It might not be so bad. She could live in the woods. She has her knowledge, and her steel knife, and her bow and arrows. She’s learned to survive there. It’s cleaner than the life in the village, at least.)
He is old, grizzled and hoary, with a broken tooth and a ripped ear, and he walks with the rolling stride of the sailors who sometimes come to the village. He is a great wolf, with a pelt thick enough to ward off the rain, and yellow eyes like pine sap, and always, always, a faint curl to his lip.
He lets her into his kingdom, royalty granting a boon. He allows his children to show her how to track, where to hunt, what plants are in season and which are poisons she should avoid. And before her day is done, she bows to him, acknowledging his grace and graciousness, before returning to the village.
Someday, she knows, he could turn cruel as the savage winters coming out of the north. But for now, he is her ally – not quite her friend, never that – and his kin are her best and favorite companions. Someday, she knows, she will be forced into a choice, her village or her forest, her allies or her family.
(The villagers mark her age, and her wanderings, and wonder themselves if, as her father ages, perhaps he and she should be taken down, and rid the village of their peculiarities.
Old wolves are unpredictable, and often dangerous. Young wolves can be worse.)
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Date: 2014-08-03 02:35 am (UTC)Restoration, a Supernatural fic: http://meatball42.livejournal.com/62191.html
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Date: 2012-05-05 11:35 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2012-08-07 05:37 am (UTC)I. River
River spins counterpoint to the stars, cancelling out their momentum and achieving, for the moment, stillness. Some dance to remember; some dance to forget. River dances to do both. She is Schrödinger’s ballerina, whirling to the melody of physics, the whole orchestra of existence coursing through her brain, unknown as long as she remains unobserved. In this moment she can be both River and not-River, both the genius sister and the functioning soldier instead of a dysfunctional blend of the two.
Eventually, though, someone always opens the box.
“What are you doing, mei-mei?” Simon peers out of the infirmary with a smile on his face, watching her spin and twirl.
River halts but her vision remains steady, an aftereffect of her dance. It will wear off soon but for the time being she smiles at Simon and remembers the way he held Kaylee’s hand underneath the table today. While the clarity lasts, the box has opened upon a sister today. “Kaylee likes ballroom dancing. You should offer to give her lessons.”
River heaves in a breath a feels rejuvenated. The last time she had danced such a lively jig she had been on Jian Jing, with the reborn cattle. Simon and Kaylee will do a more stately dance, however; Simon much prefers the dignity of a fine waltz. Then she remembers Simon’s piano lessons and hastens to add, “I’ll pick the music. You have terrible taste.”
Simon laughs, and River commits it to memory as the edges of her vision gradually give in to the spin of the world. This is something she wishes to remember next time she can find the stillness. Simon’s laughter is so rare, these days.
read the rest here (http://ammcj062.livejournal.com/9967.html)
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Date: 2012-05-06 12:04 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-05-06 01:08 am (UTC)In mid-attempt at portraying “movie,” John could only mutter “Brilliant!” as Lestrade threw his arms up in defeat.
“Oh Sherlock,” Mrs. Hudson said patiently, like a put-upon school teacher, “Where’s the fun in that?”
“How --?”
“Simple. The slight trembling of your hands and moistness to your eyes – a clear emotional reaction. Your quick glance at the dog portrait for inspiration – obvious. Then the movie hint, leaving the quintessential emotional dog movie – Old Yeller.”
“Brilliant!”
At least, Lestrade thought in exasperation, defeat would come swiftly.
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Date: 2012-05-06 12:05 am (UTC)Any, any / or + any. 'I would kill to keep him safe, and grant mercy to keep his love.'
Fill (Star Trek Mirror Universe, Kirk/Spock)
Date: 2012-06-24 06:13 pm (UTC)Weakness (http://lah-mrh.livejournal.com/12286.html)
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