Scary Wednesday
Mar. 30th, 2016 07:35 amHello, everyone. I’m
truthwritaslies and today's theme is Scary. Prompts can be Fears, phobias, or even straight up horror!
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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...
+ Any, Any couple with a new baby, Fear of waking up to a silent baby monitor.
+ Supernatural, Sam Winchester, There's a good reason for his Coulrophobia
+ Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, She fears that the future councils will try to pull her from heaven (again).
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 2016 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.
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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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...
+ Any, Any couple with a new baby, Fear of waking up to a silent baby monitor.
+ Supernatural, Sam Winchester, There's a good reason for his Coulrophobia
+ Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, She fears that the future councils will try to pull her from heaven (again).
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 2016 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: 2016-03-30 02:35 pm (UTC)Fill: Mortal Instruments. Alec/Magnus
Date: 2016-03-30 03:10 pm (UTC)Alec was sitting up, knees drawn to his chest, listening.
“You can’t keep drawing sharp hearing runes on yourself and then expect to sleep,” Magnus said. “Also, we have modern technology by way of a baby monitor. If anything goes wrong, we’ll know.”
“I’m not afraid of what I’ll hear,” Alec said softly. “It’s if I don’t hear anything.”
“Warlocks are notoriously hard to kill.”
“Not for Shadowhunters,” Alec said.
Magnus pulled him close and held him, and together they stayed up all night, listening.
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Date: 2016-03-30 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 02:36 pm (UTC)Fill: To Sleep, Perchance
Date: 2016-03-31 01:31 am (UTC)Twice. And come back.
Twice.
And she's okay with dying again. Someday. In the future. Maybe a long time from now. Or not, considering she's a Slayer.
(The Slayer, some say. Whatever.)
But when she dies (again) she wants to make sure she stays dead. She doesn't want to be dragged out of Heaven a second time. So Buffy has asked her friends (her family) to make sure her body is cremated, that nothing is left. No hairs kept wound around fingers, no skin samples. Nothing. And that the ashes are spread around, in as many places as possible.
Because while Buffy loves being alive, when it comes her time, she'll be ready for her rest. And she doesn't trust whatever Council may come to not try to resurrect her.
Again.
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Date: 2016-03-30 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 03:04 pm (UTC)(Optional full sentence quote: "I am but too conscious of the fact that we are born in an age when only the dull are treated seriously, and I live in terror of not being misunderstood.")
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Date: 2016-03-30 03:06 pm (UTC)Fill: (Drabble), Forever, Henry Morgan
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Date: 2016-03-30 03:06 pm (UTC)Filled, Lilo and Stitch.
Date: 2016-03-30 03:26 pm (UTC)It's the reason Lilo keeps every little scrap of anything she can find. The reason she takes so many pictures. The reason she feeds Pudge the Fish.
It's the reason Lilo gets into so many fights.
It's the reason Lilo had fought so hard to keep Stitch, even when all he had on his mind was getting another spaceship and getting away from the tiny planet on which he'd crash landed.
It's the reason why when Gantu kidnaps her all she can think to say is "Don't leave me." It's the reason why Lilo doesn't believe Stitch'll come for her.
The fear is what motivates Lilo to stand up to the Grand Councilwoman and demand she leave Stitch behind.
It's why Lilo believes so strongly in Ohana.
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Date: 2016-03-30 03:07 pm (UTC)Filled: gifts and curses, Ben Solo [Kylo Ren] & Poe Dameron
Date: 2016-03-30 05:23 pm (UTC)It happened again. It always happened when his emotions are high and wired and Ben doesn't have the conscious will to control the storm of power he has inside him.
He doesn't notice it at first. He was so caught up in anger after the arguement he had with is father - the once playful man who used to carry Ben on his shoulders immitating noises from the Milenimum Falcon was now caught up in the work in the resistance he barely slept - but it was only after he heard the dull thud and a familiar voice crying out in shock that he was aware of what he done.
Ben's friend and fellow Pilot Poe was up against the wall feet off the floor, Ben could feel his hand shaking. Must have heard a noise and used his curse to defend himself on reflex.
"I am so sorry," Ben said using the force to gently move Poe to one of the couches in the room so he could have a safe place to land.
"No Buddy it's my fault," Poe said as sat up on the couch. "I should have known better to sneak behind a force user."
And then it came, not the guilt, but the fear. Ben never saw the full extent of her use of the force, his father did his best to shield him from that, but he saw glimpses. His mother sometimes holding her ears and screaming, while Breha wailed into the night and his father being thrown against the wall and sometimes choked by accident when his mother was under extreme pressure. The worst was the masscare at the second temple. Ben and his father surveyed the damage and there was nothing but bodies and smoke everywhere.
Every time Ben used the force even if it was an accident, he feared it was one step closer to becoming the woman he feared and resented. Thank the gods he didn't do any damage on Poe this time, but what if next time...Ben took a deep shuddering breath and landed on the couch next to his friend, feeling dizzy at his mistake.
"Hey Ben," Poe said as he wrapped his arm around Ben's shoulders, "You're not her...you made a mistake you are not going to go to the dark side just for being startled. If you were...you wouldn't feel gulty."
"My mother was like that until Snoke got her," Ben responded looking ahead of him and had she not intervened it would have been me making a mess of things he mentally added.
"Yeah but you are stronger than her," Poe stated nodding, "hell you are stronger than your faher. You grew up in a broken home, you have to make sure your father doesn't work himself to death running this resistance and continuing his doomed struggle to save your mother, all while doing everything to break the persona around her that you are the son of Kyla Reia and the grandson of Darth Vader. You haven't broken once. Me, I would go mad if I had all that burden."
Ben couldn't help but smile at that. One thing he always admired about Poe Dameron was that he was able to look beyond his bloodline and always see the good. He wished he had that, maybe he would feel sorry for his mother and have hope like father did...
But Poe was right....Ben endured so much with his screwed up little family he was in without succumbing to the darkside. If he fought it for this long, he'll fight it even longer.
"No one is strong as you Poe Dameron," Ben said with a nod.
"Shut up and take the compliment Solo," Poe responded elbowing him, "you going to be okay buddy?"
"I think so," Ben answered.
Maybe one day he would be at peace with his gift of the force. Maybe one day one day he would be as optimistic as his father his mother would be back instead of feeding the man lies to make him feel better. But for now he had to focus.
As frightened as he was of the woman he shared his blood with she sacrificed her goodness to keep him safe. Ben couldn't spit such a thing back in her face.
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Date: 2016-03-30 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-03-30 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-03-30 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 04:12 pm (UTC)Not a fill yet
Date: 2016-03-30 06:50 pm (UTC)Just putting that out there.
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Date: 2016-03-30 04:13 pm (UTC)Fill: Dollhouse/SGA, Foxtrot John Sheppard
Date: 2016-03-30 11:50 pm (UTC)Except now they’d seen Victor on Atlantis, and they’d spent the last few days scouring the faces of everyone who’d come on the newest wave of recruits, searching for the vaguest hint of recognition. Between Julian and Architect, they knew the faces of every active from the LA Dollhouse and the DC Dollhouse, but there were dollhouses all over the world, and there was no telling who was Rossum, who wasn’t.
So now they were awake while John slept, Pianist listening for the dreaded unfamiliar footsteps in the hall. After several years he knew everyone by footfall, and they heard Lorne doing his unofficial patrol, heard soldiers and scientists going about their business on their shifts, counted off their names and faces one by one. Tracked unfamiliar footsteps. Waited to see if they paused too long outside John’s door. Committed to identifying them the next day.
It would take Pianist a while to know all the new recruits by footfall, and until he did, none of them would be sleeping well. They couldn’t go back to the Dollhouse. They wouldn’t. Anyone who tried to make them would find themselves on the wrong end of the combined efforts of all of Foxtrot.
In the morning John would be a little tired, but every night, as they learned each new person (as they hacked Keller’s medical scans for any signs of active hardware, checked for tattoo birthmarks, tried handler commands), he would sleep a little better.
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Date: 2016-03-30 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 04:25 pm (UTC)*Bonus points for a non-vamp fandom
Fill: SG-1
Date: 2016-03-31 12:05 am (UTC)Mitchell squinted at it. "My written Chinese is rough. I can speak it okay, but -"
"A jiangshi is guarding this tomb," Daniel said. "To warn people off the great treasure inside."
"What's a jiangshi?" Sam asked.
"Like a Chinese vampire. Drains life force instead of blood. Moves really stiffly." Daniel extended his arms and hopped for emphasis.
Vala giggled behind her hand.
"And if we open this tomb?" Teal'c asked.
"Don't worry, there's no such thing as vampires," Mitchell said. "They're just a myth."
"I believe Daniel Jackson just described a Wraith," Teal'c said.
"Oh." Vala snatched her hand back. "Then I shouldn't have pushed the button?"
"No, you probably shouldn't have." Daniel sighed.
The others stared at him.
Daniel said, "Hello? Wraith? Run!"
The tomb door swung open. Something roared inside.
And SG-1 - they ran.
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Date: 2016-03-30 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 04:30 pm (UTC)(because who wants to die a virgin? :P)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 04:33 pm (UTC)or Klingonity or Cardssianity or... you get the idea
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Date: 2016-03-30 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 05:57 pm (UTC)filled: ride it out, sga, john sheppard, tw: emotional abuse
Date: 2016-03-30 06:55 pm (UTC)John is scrubbing his hands so hard. Trying not to scream, he's biting his lip so hard he can taste cooper in his mouth. His eyes are watering, his body shaking. He tries to turn his head to things he likes Ferris Wheels and flying planes, sparring with Ronon, the breeze that flows through his hair on the balcony he and Elizabeth has their talks.
Nothing is working, all he could think about is that Marine who was killed on his watch. Him trying in vain to stop the bleeding and those eyes in fear as death overcame her. She was no older than 20, so full of life, and he failed to protect her. Despite words of reassurance he knew it was his fault.
"Why isn't the fucking blood coming off," He growled, he was scrubbing his hands so hard he doesn't know if it's blood from the dead Marine our his from scrubbing to hard.
Of course you failed again, A familiar voice said, he knew that voice...the voice of his father, spewing one of his million insults and criticism, You have always been a disappointment
John lifted his head up and looked at the mirror. It wasn't his reflection it was his father's laughing and taunting him, just like had done over and over again. The Colonel took a sharp breath, stumbling with his back against the wall and closing his eyes. A few tears escaped from behind closed eyelids.
And suddenly he remembered why he was beating himself over this. Why he always hated failure. His father always repermanded him for failing and it left a scar the same way physical abuse would.
Remember your Mantra, John thought himself resting his hand on his racing heart feeling the air leave his lungs, I'm here, I won, I got what I wanted, he lost
He repeated those words in his head as he breathed slowly. At a count to ten, in through his mouth and out through his nose, letting all the tension leave his body.
Dealing with his emotional and verbal abuse was like surfing. Sometimes the waves were light, other times the waves were rough. Right now it was rough and choppy, but John knew he would find his balance and ride it out....
Eventually.
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