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Hi, dudes! I'm [livejournal.com profile] doreyg, and this is day three of me! (...Please ignore that.) Anyhow, today I thought I'd break from the whole word theme and go for something a little different: Picture Prompts. Pick any picture and match it to a fandom/pairing/character!

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.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. 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

More examples!...
+ Superman: TAS, Lex Luthor/Superman, https://www.flickr.com/photos/cml/241395048/in/photolist-nkdkA-m8yjQe-4XLRYG-6TYzEa-7fuSTB-fMzvR-gLCXb1-9p26TW-4PLhzE-79n1m-ea3ME8-d5eFg9-3XskbC-yZZEb-bCZix-aptckJ-8GyPUw-8iYiFH-ieRNs1-pKmQf-ax3hU8-o2iqzY-8avRYU-odJheK-azLe3b-nvQafZ-nUvdu-dYjV7x-3LzipB-kjhk5e-Jx8wr-g1KmaD-bwcrm5-mLrL91-8zB8om-8zB7YC-pVF6nE-bw2pbS-9hWbWb-kVH7YS-bJWaPp-f3JUn2-4cJQpv-6DTGcT-9NgBK6-8vcdvq-jHaqNe-arm8V-4Y9VEw-8JGjS5
+ Any, Any, Dancing with Death (https://www.flickr.com/photos/omalix/8279007940/in/photolist-6949YL-9BHh6T-dBA5Cd-7Jekxx-gHg752-6zgez2-pWtiQH-bf1dQ2-bh6v4B-e6ouZ4-d31YfY-akf6wq-625u9r-7LM5EZ-5TK2Zt-h48V6o-nnjRvZ-9Dz31v-4tmasT-2jQaLV-miXSJD-8C5en4-5AzkaV-dZY2ak-4cTbZe-dakKGQ-iDsCtK-cjKYaA-6FgXda-4JXWA3-nZjvMN-a8zx6-gFr7iS-g6GBUj-bymF2g-h7oLYJ-hm9pW7-3B4hdj-ojZq1t-93qjAj-aMk8Gp-oN8uEa-5zMtWh-b8Rkxi-5TLwYS-6M3XiY-85gK97-bXbeQq-98V4XZ-7iKugf)
+ The Flash (TV), Barry Allen/Leonard Snart, Frozen Bench

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 2015 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. Because, let's face it, LJ's Advanced Search is about as useful as a spoon in a nuclear power plant.


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Date: 2015-01-21 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] restlessme.livejournal.com
any, any, picture (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-88IR6pCpv30/ThqJUmlRHUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/J3RpRPCiAfA/s1600/shame_by_bbastos-d33xu55.jpg)

Date: 2015-01-21 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icarus-chained.livejournal.com
Author's choice, author's choice, honestly, we swear (http://weird-vintage.com/post/108522756209/snakepit-operator-highway-66-sayre-oklahoma)

minifill

Date: 2015-01-21 06:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
The trouble with fishnets stockings, Selena thought, was that it took her almost as long to get them on as she actually wore them.

Of course, if she'd known how quickly they'd persuade Batman to get her out of her boots, she'd have done it a lot sooner.

Re: minifill

Date: 2015-01-21 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
You're welcome. I always loved those two together, but I was never brave enough to write them before.

Date: 2015-01-21 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
“Got you a present,” Barry said after rushing into the lab. She frowned, swiveling around in her chair to face him.

“A present? Barry, why did you get me a present? It's not my birthday. It's not a holiday, not Christmas not—are those beakers?” Cait asked, taking the figure from him. “Is this a Lego scientist?”

Barry smiled, leaning against her desk. “What can I say? She reminded me of you.”

“She did, did she?”

He held up his hands. “In a good way. A very good way. See she's smart and cute and—”

“You think I'm cute?”

He blushed as red as his Flash suit.

Date: 2015-01-21 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
You're welcome. I love how cute these two can be. :)

not a fill

Date: 2015-01-21 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
That's an adorable cat.

Date: 2015-01-21 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
MCU (AU, probably) Any het. http://imgc.allpostersimages.com/images/P-473-488-90/69/6999/QD9W100Z/posters/chris-consani-au-revoir.jpg

Re: not a fill

Date: 2015-01-21 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
It's awesome. I could so see Harley doing that to a cat, too.

Fill The Flash, Joe West/Caitlin Snow

Date: 2015-01-21 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helsinkibaby.livejournal.com
so apparently I went over the comment limit. And also, the ship.... I can't even tell you why.

came out in front when I was hiding (http://archiveofourown.org/works/3210725)

Date: 2015-01-21 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nanoks.livejournal.com
RPF, Jared/Jensen; Obeying his Alphfa

http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51-NvogLJtL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-v3-big,TopRight,0,-55_SX278_SY278_PIkin4,BottomRight,1,22_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg

Date: 2015-01-21 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quitehopeless.livejournal.com
Marvel Cinematic Universe/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Any/Ensemble. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/77/f3/62/77f36249389f733e34c42070a3593610.jpg

Fill 1/2

Date: 2015-01-21 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nevcolleil.livejournal.com
The blast hits him from the right, instantly seizing every muscle and tendon from shoulder to hip. At the speed Barry was moving, it's like hitting a wall - an icy, unforgiving wall - and Barry isn't really sure why he doesn't shatter against it. The cold burns. Barry screams and screams, tumbling end over helpless, cold-deadened end, in too much pain even to try and alter the violent trajectory of his tumble.

He ends up draped over something hard and angular - a bench, he realizes, when he can recover himself enough to look, to think. He's sitting in Central City park - lying, really, across one end of the bench - in an almost upright position, like a limp doll some careless child has abandoned or tossed away.

Barry looks back, over his frost-charred shoulder, to see the wreckage his body has left in its wake - a broken fence, a few cracked tree limbs. The ground is scarred; big gauges disturb the otherwise pristine green of the park's meticulously-kept hills. Barry's not looking to inspect the damage, however. He's waiting. Watching for the man who did this to him. He tries to pull himself up, off the bench, but collapses with a shriek when the slightest movement proves too painful to manage. Barry nearly passes out from the agony. He hears a screech of tires and knows he won't be fast enough, this time, to escape.

Eventually, Leonard Snart appears over the hill, walking cheerfully around the ruins of an old tree without a second glance, as if it had always been there. He grins at Barry with a wide, almost unhinged grin, his cold gun hanging casually from his shoulder.

Barry watches him approach with horror and dread, sure he's projecting every ounce of fear he feels.

"Well, well, well... Look what the cold blew in," Snart practically sings as he approaches the bench, his usual monotone replaced by a voice of pure satisfaction.

Barry wants to throw up, but he can't be sure whether that's from the pain or the thought that he's given Snart this pleasure.

Captain Cold nearly skips when he makes it to Barry's side, playfully sliding into the bench and up to Barry. From a distance, if not for Barry's mask, Snart's gun, and the scream Barry unleashes when Snart tugs his body closer, it would look like they were a couple, cuddling here in the dark in front of the lake.

"Hey, baby," Snart mocks, in a perversion of the type of greeting lovers exchange in this spot every day. He even goes so far as to press a split-second kiss on the corner of Barry's bloodied lips. "Thanks for meeting me here."

Edited Date: 2015-01-21 11:35 pm (UTC)

No fill, but...

Date: 2015-01-21 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wrong-song.livejournal.com
*snaps fingers*

;)

Fill 2/2

Date: 2015-01-21 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nevcolleil.livejournal.com
It's the worst nightmare Barry would have had if he'd ever imagined something this horrifying. He's fought bad guys - so many bad guys. Guys so big or so strong or so unnatural that they could crush Snart with one hand, fry him with a glance. But Barry's never fought someone as dangerous as Snart - because Snart is the cruellest, the coldest, man Barry has ever met.

He doesn't want to hurt Barry because he just likes hurting people - or because Barry is in his way. He sought Barry out this time - has always sought Barry after that first time. He wants to hurt Barry to hurt Barry, and that is a terrifying concept.

And Barry is completely at his mercy. Barry doesn't know how Snart jammed the mic in his mask, but it went out the second before Snart hit him with the cold gun. Nobody knows what's happened to Barry, and he has no way to tell them.

Whatever Snart plans to do to him - and the sick glee in Snart's dark eyes as he curiously inspects Barry's frostbitten right side says there is no limit to what he might plan to do to Barry - what can Barry do about it?

Barry grits his teeth against his panic, and forces his voice not to quiver as he says, "Congratulations, Snart. You got me. Real fucking accomplishment, using a weapon you didn't even create."

Snart's smile doesn't dim.

And Barry isn't sure what he's more afraid of - that Snart will listen to him... or that he won't, as Barry says, "Just kill me already so you can go back and brag to all your scumbag friends."

"Oh, Flash..." Snart tsks, in the perfect imitation of a sympathetic voice. "Why would I want to kill you, now that I've caught you?" He doesn't reach to take off Barry's mask; he doesn't ask who's under it. He doesn't even care. "You have an uncanny way of not dying when I hurt you."

Snart's eyes flash and his lips curl. "We're going to explore that."

Then Snart throws one arm over Barry's shoulders and settles Barry more fully against his side. He turns his eyes to the lake and the skyline beyond, completely ignoring the way Barry screams again, then whimpers, as he's moved.

"But first, how about you and I watch the sun rise, hmm? We've got a long day ahead of us... and it's a beautiful night."
Edited Date: 2015-01-21 11:39 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-21 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] soledad-moon.livejournal.com
Bones, Cam ( +/ any), A New Take on Leaving Stones (http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh186/sockpuppit/Winter%20Break%202014-2015/Blog13.jpg)

Date: 2015-01-21 11:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nevcolleil.livejournal.com
The Flash, Barry/Eddie handcuffs (http://m.123rf.com/photo-671381_hand-holding-wire-fence-in-handcuffs.html)
Edited Date: 2015-01-21 11:53 pm (UTC)

Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian Michaelis (pre-series)

Date: 2015-01-22 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wrong-song.livejournal.com
It's night at the Phantomhive manor. The young master is finally asleep after a long day of lessons, though for how long that will last remains to be seen. Outside, the light of the full moon bathes the countryside, and it's quiet. There are no trespassers to remove - at least, not so far.

He decides to practice his cooking. His palate is never fully going to adjust to fit this human form, a fact he's grateful for, but it does mean he has a lot to learn when it comes to pleasing his fussy young lord.

He's putting the finishing touches on a breakfast practice run when he hears the scream. There's no one besides his young master in the manor, so he knows it's only the nightmares again. If he goes to check on him, the odds are about 50/50 whether he'll be ordered to stay or go.

He sighs and picks up the candelabra before making his way back upstairs.

He can hear the boy trying to stifle his whimpering from halfway down the hall. The sound awakens the ever-present hunger, and he licks his lips almost without thinking.

The soul of someone so young and so damaged... It would already be tasty enough. By the time the terms of the contract have been met, he'll have spiced and seasoned it to perfection - a much more enjoyable result than the sad breakfast he's left cooling downstairs.

All of this will be more than worth it, in the end.

Re: No fill, but...

Date: 2015-01-22 12:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
LOVE THAT EPISODE.

"No, wait, don't do that!"

Fill, Any/Any

Date: 2015-01-22 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evil-little-dog.livejournal.com
"Did you ever play the 'goodbye game'?"

"What's that?"

"Originally, you'd park at the airport, and run around to all the different departure gates and kiss goodbye."

"Can't exactly do that any more."

"No, but we could still do that at the train station."

"...you're on."
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