TUESDAY: WE'RE IN THE PINK!!
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hpfangirl71 as your guest host for the week. Sorry this is a little late today, I overslept. Today's theme is Pink. Pretty simple really... anything that has to do with the colour pink either literally or subjectively. Quotes, songs or just about anything else is allowed. Let your muse run wild with the prompts and have a little fun with this playful colour.
The rules are still:
-No more than five prompts in a row.
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts.
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should still look like this:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Fandom 1/Fandom 2, Character+/Character, Prompt
Still unsure? Have some examples!
-Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, Pink Cheeks
-Teen Wolf, Stiles/Lydia, Blushing Bride
-Mortal Instruments, Magnus/Alec, Pink Panties
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
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hpfangirl71 as your guest host for the week. Sorry this is a little late today, I overslept. Today's theme is Pink. Pretty simple really... anything that has to do with the colour pink either literally or subjectively. Quotes, songs or just about anything else is allowed. Let your muse run wild with the prompts and have a little fun with this playful colour.The rules are still:
-No more than five prompts in a row.
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts.
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should still look like this:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Fandom 1/Fandom 2, Character+/Character, Prompt
Still unsure? Have some examples!
-Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, Pink Cheeks
-Teen Wolf, Stiles/Lydia, Blushing Bride
-Mortal Instruments, Magnus/Alec, Pink Panties
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
tag=pink
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Date: 2013-08-06 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-11-28 12:09 am (UTC)Warning for character deaths. They don't happen in the fic but have happened so their happy day is still happy with some sad moments.
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Date: 2013-08-06 03:35 pm (UTC)Eliot/Quinn, Eliot/Parker/Hardison
Date: 2013-08-06 08:24 pm (UTC)Parker came over to Quinn and offered him a glass.
"It's strawberry lemonade," Parker said with a smile as he accepted the drink. "Eliot did something weird to it."
Quinn raised an eyebrow, and she elaborated, "He added basil or something. And tangerine liqeur. And vodka."
"My kind of lemonade," Quinn said and took a sip. It was cold, tart, not overly sweet. "I didn't realize Eliot was so good at this."
"He's good at cooking, too. Has he ever cooked for you?"
"Can't say that he has," Quinn answered.
"You should ask him to. His food's really yummy."
He smiled and nodded, and took another sip of his drink.
She sat next to him and drank from her own glass too, nervously fidgeting her feet. He could tell she was working herself up to saying something, but he didn't feel the need to rush. He had hung out with Parker enough that he knew to just accept things at her pace.
He was starting to like her. He could understand why Eliot was so protective of her.
Finally, she asked him, "How long are you staying this time?"
She said it as if it were an accusation, but he knew that for her, this was diplomacy. And he knew the underlying question, too.
Eliot was crazy about Parker and Hardison. And it was obvious that the two felt the same about Eliot. Quinn wasn't sure why they hadn’t acted on it. Probably some crap about not wanting to compromise the team dynamic. Possibly some crap about Eliot thinking he’d be bad for them and the other two not being socially apt enough to make a move without a clear signal.
But if Parker were asking him when he was leaving, the nerd and the thief might have mustered up some sack after all, Quinn thought. They might have plans for Eliot.
“I won’t be here much longer,” Quinn said. “My line of work, you don’t stay in one place too long. Bad for business.”
She thought about this. “Eliot’s in your line of work.”
“Used to be, love. Now he’s in the team business, you know that.”
Parker paused and looked at him. “Do you wish you were part of a team?”
Quinn took a long sip of lemonade. He wasn’t expecting this level of scrutiny.
“Nope,” he said then. “Not for long. I work best alone.”
“I used to feel that way, too,” Parker said, and suddenly her stare felt a little heavy.
He just nodded and stared into his drink.
“If you…” Parker said, and her brow furrowed. He could see her struggle to speak. “If you… wanted to, you know, not be alone…. Eliot is… you know… like I said, he’s a good cook.” Her voice was strained, and she was frowning like the words tasted bad in her mouth.
He heard her meaning: She and Hardison wanted Eliot for themselves, but somehow Parker had found it in herself to care whether Quinn needed Eliot more. He knew it wasn’t her natural inclination to think of things this way. He was touched.
He answered, gently, “Eliot’s great. I love visiting, we have a great time. But I think Eliot might be ready to, you know, stay put. Build something permanent, you know? And that’s not what I’m about. So I’m just visiting since I’m in the area and Eliot’s single. Okay?”
She smiled at him, a little sad for some reason. “Even if Eliot’s not single, you know, for whatever reason… you can still visit us as a friend.” She looked down immediately then, a bit uncomfortable, and quickly took a gulp of her drink.
Quinn smiled and patted her shoulder. “Friends. Definitely.”
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Date: 2013-08-06 03:40 pm (UTC)The Monkees, ensemble, no warnings
Date: 2013-08-06 10:01 pm (UTC)Re: The Monkees, ensemble, no warnings
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Date: 2013-08-06 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-06 03:49 pm (UTC)Micro Fill Assassin's Creed, Ezio/Leo
Date: 2013-08-06 09:20 pm (UTC)Leonardo dragged Ezio to a new tailor in near his Venetian Bottega. The man was a new favourite of Leonardo's, and the artist wanted the man to get as much custom as possible. Ezio, for all he was an outlaw, was also wealthy enough to be an influential client. Except for one small problem. Ezio did not like the man's colour palette.
"You need to broaden your horizons, Ezio," Leonardo chided his friend, "it is a shade made popular in the Orient."
Ezio eyed Leonardo doubtfully. "It looks pink to me, amico. If I dye my robes this colour Claudia will want to wear them!"
"Ezio I guarantee this colour will look perfetto for you," Leonardo assured him.
"Alright, then. Just one set of robes. If Claudia laughs I will not be held responsible," Ezio threatened.
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Claudia had just read the short missive from Leonardo, when Ezio strolled into the study in Monteriggioni to check the account book. She stifled a snort of amusement at the colour her serious Assassin brother wore, then said nothing, remembering (and hiding) Leonardo's letter just in time.
Ezio looked at her when she handed over the book: Claudia's voice had been strangled, but otherwise ordinary. Maria didn't even look up from her place kneeling by the bed when Ezio dropped the 48th, 49th, and 50th eagle feathers into Petruccio's box.
Mario walked in, Condottiero's hammer in hand, and told Ezio to stop the useless and seemingly endless feather collection, then his eyes widened as he took in the young Assassin's attire.
"What are you wearing, nipote? Will you dye the ribbon in your hair to match it?"
"It's not pink, it's Chinese red!" Ezio protested.
"Well, at least your face now matches your lovely pink robes, nipote!" Mario chuckled.
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Date: 2013-08-06 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-08-06 06:06 pm (UTC)Fill: They aren't pink, they're light purple!
Date: 2013-08-07 11:52 am (UTC)“The hell?” Tony muttered, frowning at the feathers that littered the bed, “I figured out what that weird beam thing did: took away your creativity. This is a terrible prank Clint.”
“Tony?” Clint called from the bathroom, his tone setting Tony on edge instantly, all pain forgotten at the almost scared voice. He jolted out of bed, his rolled ankle the only thing that was stopping him from running to the bathroom.
“What’s…” he stopped, just inside the door. All he could see was pink, a wall of it, made of soft-looking feathers and a strongly muscled back, “…wrong?” he finished weakly.
“Tell me this isn’t happening,” Clint said weakly, somewhere between confused and panicked.
“Well, we’ve got two options here,” Tony said, slightly in awe as he walked forward, hands hovering just above the feathers, “either we are having some sort of shared hallucination… which considering our lives… probably not that far out of the realm of possibility but you’re usually way more naked in my hallucinations so I don’t think it’s that. Or option two: you have somehow, overnight, managed to grow wings. Which are pink.”
Clint made a small displeased noise and his wings fluffed in irritation, which was not a combination of words that Tony every thought would apply to any situation in his life, but something that he could probably stand to see again.
“They aren’t pink,” Clint grumbled, stretching them out the best he could in the bathroom, feathers bushing past Tony to touch both the walls, “they’re light purple.”
“Uh huh…” Tony intoned skeptically, ducking under one of the wings to come around in front of his boyfriend, “sure they are.”
“They are!” he insisted.
Tony nodded, seeing the panic rising up in Clint’s eyes again and rushing to distract him, “okay, let’s agree to disagree,” he said, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist and plastering on his best smile, “think they work?”
“They better,” Clint grumbled, still looking distractedly at himself in the mirror, “how do you think….”
“Probably something to do with that glowy thing you got zapped with,” Tony said dismissively, grabbing Clint’s hand and pulling him towards the door, “more important things to worry about: let’s go see if you can fly Cupid.”
Re: Fill: They aren't pink, they're light purple!
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Date: 2013-08-06 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-06 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-06 06:24 pm (UTC)Not a fill, question
Date: 2013-08-06 09:11 pm (UTC)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Panthers
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Date: 2013-08-06 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-08-06 08:50 pm (UTC)That's totally the saying!
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Date: 2013-08-06 08:51 pm (UTC)Fic: Never Should Have Allowed Her to Talk to SARAH
Date: 2013-08-06 10:57 pm (UTC)He scrubbed for five minutes, trying to get to the blue he was so used to, and instead kept seeing pink. "Blast!" He got up and started on another area.
'It won't do you any good.'
He stared at the box, asking, "What do you mean by that?"
'I changed.'
"Oi! The Chameleon Circuit is broken; how did you change?"
'Colour is easier than shape.'
"Great, so you found a way to blend better. Perfect. Change it back."
'No.'
"What do you mean, no?"
'I like this colour.'
"Who has ever heard of a pink police call box?! In fact, who has ever seen a pink call box?"
'Romana had one, once.'
Oh... His TARDIS must have been remembering past friends. "Right, well, she had one. She could pull it off." He paused for two seconds. "I can't. Turn it back now."
'I don't want to.'
"I don't care. Turn it back to the blue. The originals were blue and it fits better."
'This box hasn't even been around since the fifties. The red things made of glass would be more appropriate to blend in.'
His TARDIS was winning. He couldn't have that; it was embarrassing. She wasn't going to stay pink. Nope, not for a minute longer. "At least turn it down from this.... bright, florescent, and horrible shade."
The TARDIS gave off the equivalent of a thoughtful hum. 'A pastel would look more pleasant, but it makes me look faded.' He stepped back while she brought up different shades to try and find out that worked well on her. It went back to the original shade. 'I like this the best.'
"Oh, I hope something makes you change back," he muttered.
'I heard that.'
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Date: 2013-08-06 08:52 pm (UTC)