Thursday Is For Horsing Around!
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squidgiepdx and today's theme is "Horsing Around". Prompts should have something to do with either a literal horse, like Steve and Danny have a "cargument" - except on a horse. Or maybe someone is getting a little rough in their role play, like Kono saying Steve and Danny make a great couple when they horse around so much (which is news to the guys - though they take thorough advantage of the situation).
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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe, When trailing a fugitive, the guys end up having to go on horseback - which Monroe is not happy with.
+ Sports Night, Dan Rydell/Casey McCall, It's time to get rid of that old couch in their shared office, which brings back memories from wrestling each other, to their first kiss.
+ Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness +/ Ianto (and team?), Ianto asks why horses are somehow always drawn to Jack.
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.
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squidgiepdx and today's theme is "Horsing Around". Prompts should have something to do with either a literal horse, like Steve and Danny have a "cargument" - except on a horse. Or maybe someone is getting a little rough in their role play, like Kono saying Steve and Danny make a great couple when they horse around so much (which is news to the guys - though they take thorough advantage of the situation).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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe, When trailing a fugitive, the guys end up having to go on horseback - which Monroe is not happy with.
+ Sports Night, Dan Rydell/Casey McCall, It's time to get rid of that old couch in their shared office, which brings back memories from wrestling each other, to their first kiss.
+ Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness +/ Ianto (and team?), Ianto asks why horses are somehow always drawn to Jack.
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.
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Date: 2015-04-02 10:44 am (UTC)"You put Dick in the hospital?"
"Be fair, father, I hardly expected him to fall off the roof halfway through."
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Date: 2015-04-02 11:06 am (UTC)If Parkers were Horses Wishes would Ride
Date: 2015-04-10 04:03 am (UTC)"What now, Parker? I'm on my way out of town."
Ominous banging sounds nearly drowned out her whisper.
"Eliot, I need you. I think he's going to kill me."
"Say what now?"
She shrieked. He heard her body slam against wood- a very distinctive sound.
Eliot cut across two lanes of traffic to the offramp downtown, hoping he wouldn't have to abandon his ride in traffic and run to get there in time.
"Who, Parker? Who's after you?"
"'s the" Bang! Bam! Crrack!
She shrieked again, true terror making it shrill. "Sad orse!"
Not a name he knew, no mark he remembered.
But the noise was familiar- too distinctive. It recalled Parker's strained childish voice telling of unexpected violence, sudden death. Bad memories no child should have. Eliot frowned.
"Whoa, Parker- Did you piss off a mounted cop?"
"-no-" She wailed, as the thudding and splintering ramped up.
Eliot slipped his earbud in, tapped his phone to alert the team.
"I was trying to help! He looked so sad!"
Eliot spotted a tiny break in traffic flow, rammed the sports car through it to gain a few precious yards.
"Parker" he growled. "What did you steal?"
"The Horse, Eliot!"
Parker you can't steal a cop's horse right out from under him!"
"I didn't! "I rescued him, Eliot, and now he's trying to kill me. Hurry!" she begged. It was the car-Arrgh!"
"Parker, a horse is not a car!"
"..from the cart, Eliot, the cart! "
He parked illegally and leapt out to run the last block to the intersection that separated NYC from the Park.
Eliot hurled himself over a cab, dodged a city bus coming the other way, ignored shouted obscenities and blaring horns in his wake.
Parker's voice continued high and panicky in his ear,
"I don't like horses, but nobody should be a slave."
"Wha-" Blam!
"Hurry, Eliot!"
Pounding across the green turf he saw bright hair flash. Parker perched safe atop the venerable Douglass statue. The information kiosk below rocked, shook, and appeared to be destroying itself from within, emitting screams of equine rage. Not a hundred yards away on the bridlepath a tophatted driver was still struggling to disentangle tourists from an overturned carriage.
Eliot slowed.
"Parker, did you lock a horse in that kiosk?"
"He had to hide!"
Eliot stepped aside to join laughing,spectators at a doughnut vendor's cart.
"Gimme two of those with sprinkles, and a chocolate, and- you got raspbery? a glazed jelly."
The vendor turned back to business. Shrugged at Eliot, frowning as a snow-white head thrust out the kiosk's open window.
"That's some crazy, huh, bud?"
Eliot nodded, eyes fixed on the beribboned carthorse snapping up at Parker with huge yellow teeth.
"Seems like it. What the hell happened, anyway?"
"Who knows? That blonde chick jumped outta a tree onto the horse screaming like a ninja, he took off, cart came tearing around with him until she cut the harness, and then the whole thing went over."
"How'd she get up there?"
He snorted, deftly sliding pastries into a white box.
"That was the best part. She rode that poor horse straight into the kiosk and fell off, ran out and slammed the door with the horse inside and hightailed it for Fred's head. Been sitting there like a treed cat ever since, yelling at her phone with the horse going crazy inside."
Eliot growled "There's something wrong with her."
The vendor handed over the box of doughnuts and change, laughing.
"Sing it, man, just when you think you've seen it all. Humans of New York, right?"
Eliot tapped the box in assent, cocking his head as Sophie's concerned voice filled his ear. "Eliot, we're nearly there. What do you need?"
"Just popcorn, if you want," he subvocalized. "I already got doughnuts."
"Good work, Eliot." Nate sounded richly amused. "Hardison's pulling up all the webcam feed for the last half hour now."
"yeah, a few had good lines of sight, I can enhance..Got it. Sweeet! Copies on all y'alls' phones now."
Eliot turned back to the vendor. "Guess I'll need four coffees too. Two black,one white, one too sweet, too much milk. "
"Hey!" Hardison objected.
"No problem, man, you earned it. But hurry or I'm eating your doughnut."
"EEeelioooot!" the blonde wailed.
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Date: 2018-08-28 02:05 am (UTC)The Present Of A Palomino (https://sunnydalescribe.livejournal.com/26393.html)
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Date: 2015-04-02 01:12 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, People on horses look better than they are. People in cars look worse than they are. ~Marya Mannes
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Date: 2015-04-02 01:13 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, Methos has endless patience -- unless he learns someone abuses horses.
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Date: 2015-04-02 01:14 pm (UTC)Greek mythology, Pegasus, To ride a horse is to ride the sky.
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Date: 2015-04-02 01:16 pm (UTC)Marvel movies, ex-Winter Soldier, In riding a horse we borrow freedom. ~Helen Thomson
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Date: 2015-04-02 01:19 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, A dog may be man's best friend, but the horse wrote history.
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Date: 2015-04-02 02:21 pm (UTC)Dragon Age: Inquisition, Blackwall/m!Trevelyan - "Rain"
Date: 2016-06-19 04:35 pm (UTC)_____
It was raining. Maxwell’s robes were soaking wet, but he couldn’t complain about it, not really. The rain was a welcome change from the snow-covered Emprise du Lion, or the droughty Western Approach and the Hissing Wastes. The rain was refreshingly cool so, instead of hiding in the nearest building, Maxwell looked up the sky and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of raindrops on his skin for a while.
He knew all the people living in the area of the Redcliffe farms had already hid in their homes, but Maxwell had offered to check all the buildings and secure the stables before the weather worsened, insisting that it would not a problem when Seanna had tried to convince him that it was not necessary.
After making sure everything was safe Maxwell went to the stables, which were closer than Master Dennet’s house was. He also knew that it was where Blackwall, Thom, was staying. The man refused a room in the house Seanna had offered him, saying that he felt more comfortable staying in the stables. Seeing the first lightening strike, Maxwell decided not to take any more chances and picked up the pace.
Blackwall, when Maxwell spotted him, was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wooden pile, carving something out of a small piece of wood.
“I hope you won’t mind the company,” Maxwell said, running one hand through his now-wet hair.
“No, of course not,” Blackwall replied, nodding at him politely. Maxwell noticed the man glancing at him briefly, but when their eyes met, Blackwall looked down quickly, as if nothing happened.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. Not too much, anyway.”
Blackwall didn’t say anything to that, as if waiting for Maxwell’s next move. There was plenty of space in the stables, and Blackwall didn’t seem to mind when Maxwell chose to sit right next to him, but he was not sure how to interpret the way the warrior looked right then. It was something between uncertainty, relief and… something else. Blackwall was usually great at hiding his feelings, this was how he had managed to deceive every one of them, including Maxwell, after all, so seeing him like that was strange. He wasn’t sure what to say, what to do.
However, the decision was taken out of his hands when he sneezed. Loudly.
Blackwall didn’t even flinch at the sound, unlike the horses from the stables, and Maxwell coughed a few times, his throat itching.
As he calmed down a bit he felt Blackwall’s fingers on his forearm, squeezing gently. “You should take this off and put on something dry, Inquisitor,” he said quietly and Maxwell smiled at him.
“You still call me Maxwell, you know.”
“I… wasn’t sure it would be welcome.”
“It would be. Besides, I can warm us both up very quickly. A fireball or a small fire would be enough.”
“Not when we’re surrounded by hay and wood, you won’t. I can give you my coat.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s nothing some elfroot won’t help with.”
“You are one of the most stubborn people I have ever met in my life. And I do count Dorian, Sera and Hawke among them.”
“I don’t see you complaining.”
“I am not,” Blackwall replied quietly and they both knew what he meant. If not for Maxwell, they most likely wouldn’t have been sitting there, but he didn’t want to think about that. The things between them were still uncertain, but Maxwell kept hoping they would work everything out.
“It will be raining for a while,” Maxwell leaned against Blackwall, pillowing his head on the warrior’s shoulder. The rain was heavy, its sound strangely calming, the horses kept snorting and Maxwell sighed, letting himself relax. “How do you feel about staying here today? Sera and Dorian won’t be back from Redcliffe for another day, and in this weather we wouldn’t be able to do much else anyway. Since you’re staying here, maybe we could help with the horses?”
“If you want to,” Blackwall replied quietly, pressing his head against Maxwell’s gently, making him sigh contentedly.
“I do.”
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