Lunes: Taglines!
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dreammaidenn and I'll be your host these next few days! Today's theme is Taglines. Prompts can come from movies, tv shows, books, etc. Anything you'd like. And in case you need any inspiration here are some TV shows taglines to get you started.
Just a few rules:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
3. Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
5. 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 started:
*Shadowhunters, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, "Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. It's fun to be a vampire."
*DCU, Roy Harper/Tim Drake, "Cocktails first. Questions later."
*Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, "They're young... they're in love... and they kill people."
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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dreammaidenn and I'll be your host these next few days! Today's theme is Taglines. Prompts can come from movies, tv shows, books, etc. Anything you'd like. And in case you need any inspiration here are some TV shows taglines to get you started. Just a few rules:
1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
3. Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
4. No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
5. 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 started:
*Shadowhunters, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, "Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. It's fun to be a vampire."
*DCU, Roy Harper/Tim Drake, "Cocktails first. Questions later."
*Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, "They're young... they're in love... and they kill people."
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: 2016-05-09 07:20 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-05-11 04:50 am (UTC)"There you are!" The cadence of his voice is a little higher and a lot louder than normal as he steps toward his target.
Raphael glances at Simon and frowns. "Yelling isn't really necessary," he whispers.
Simon's eyes widen as the softly spoken words easily cut through the thumping beat permeating the club. He wonders if he'll ever get used to having super vampire senses.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," he mumbles.
"What are you doing here?"
Simon feels Raphael's impatience with him; the anger that simmers just below the surface. He knows Raphael views the release of Camille as a personal betrayal. But Simon also knows Raphael's death threats are as empty as his grave.
From the beginning Simon has been reading between the lines of the sarcastic quips and curious glances. The way Raphael rolls his eyes and shakes his head in resignation when Simon commandeers yet another of his jackets; the faint grin upon Raphael's lips when Simon studies himself in the mirror, admiring the cut and quality of material.
Kind of like the way Raphael is looking at Simon now.
"You like it?" Simon half turns like a runway model.
"I should. It's mine."
A chill shoots through Simon's body at the possessive tone. Raphael is so different than anyone Simon has ever known. And not just because he's a vampire.
Simon's life experiences with guys usually involved his head being slammed against a locker or people-watching at a comic convention with a few equally nerdy friends. His limited experiences with the opposite sex included pining over Clary for years and a couple of one-offs. No one has ever accused Simon of being smooth in the romance department.
"Dance with me." He reaches for Raphael's arm but is immediately shrugged off.
"No."
"Come on, Raphael. Just one dance."
"I don't dance. Especially not this kind," he says, waving his hand toward the revelers. "It's so..."
"Modern and hip and not at all your style?"
Raphael glares at him. "You seem to be rather fond of my style."
"Actually I do like your style. But you could lighten up a little. You know, 'Sleep all day. Party all night. It's fun to be a vampire.' Or something like that."
The blank stare that Raphael bestows upon Simon gives clear indication he has no idea what the hell Simon is talking about.
"You know, Lost Boys? It's a classic film from the 80's. No?" Simon shakes his head.
"I know you're about to be Homeless Boy."
Even Raphael can't say that with a straight face.
"Laughing at your own jokes. That's really lame, Santiago."
"Hmph," Raphael scoffs.
Being a vampire brings out a daring side to Simon. Or maybe it's being near Raphael. Impulsively, Simon pulls Raphael to his feet. He straightens the lapels of the older vampire's jacket, raking his fingers down the expensive garment, and smiles a toothy grin.
"May I have this dance?"
"Oh, for God's sake." Raphael sighs. "Come here."
He leads Simon to the edge of the dance floor. Simon immediately begins to jerk his body, this way and that way. Raphael visibly cringes.
"Stop."
Raphael places his hands on Simon's hips and he stills at once. They begin to slowly move in time to their own rhythm, oblivious to the riotous sounds around them. Simon pulls Raphael's body close and smiles.
"I'm still mad at you," Raphael murmurs into his dark hair.
"I know. But you'll forgive me."
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Date: 2016-05-09 07:24 am (UTC)mini fill: risk
Date: 2016-09-28 05:30 pm (UTC)One day Snoke was going to find out about this, no matter how hard he tried to hide it from him. Ren often feared what his master could do the day that came, as well as wonder if his mother had these fears as the chosen one.
But these nagging questions and worries seemed to disappear when he was with Hux.
All he thought about is the sensations of making love to Hux brought him. The way the General's body seized around him when he thrust inside him. The soft feel of lips against his palm as Ren held his hand over Hux's mouth. The rigidness of Hux's spine pressing upon his. The taste of The General's skin on his tongue, as Ren's lips planeted bruising kisses on Hux's neck and shoulders.
As he felt Hux arch in his hand as he grasped his hardness Ren Smiled.
"My Darling Mit," He whispered against his neck.
The way he just for one moment forgot he was the vicious and evil Kylo Ren, instead someone else, someone kind, the boy his parents hoped he would be, made it all worth the risk.
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Date: 2016-05-09 11:52 am (UTC)Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard + Atlantis. BIS AU.
Date: 2016-10-31 11:08 pm (UTC)John chose to believe that he'd gone down in a blaze of glory, though he couldn't decide exactly what that entailed.
Reintroduction Shock. Your mind is stultus.
He sighed: Atlantis was being a smartass.
Si ego sum smartass, you are avoidant.
(Rodney's history was decidedly less hidden, given that he was accounted for within the city and his ability to communicate was still everpresent.
And John might be hiding from him.)
I'm leaving him to get settled.
They have been here three menisbus. They're settled, John.
“Look, it's not...” he muttered, then threw his hands up and ducked back inside his quarters: only he would have to defend his actions to Atlantis. No one else ever had to explain what they were doing or why, nope.
No one else is my excubiarum.
And I will take care of you no matter what.
But will you take care of yourself?
At that, he slumped down into a chair and rubbed his eyes. That was never part of the bargain.
He could feel her umbrage in response.
Well, taking care of myself with regards to Rodney was never part of the bargain.
There was no answer, only a sense of displeasure, and John realized he'd pushed at her nerves, plucked at the sore spot. He was tempted to apologize, but knew she'd reject it if he offered it now: she had her pride.
So he gathered his bravery, stood and, with squared shoulders, went looking for Rodney.
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Date: 2016-05-09 11:53 am (UTC)Fill: Stargate SG-1, Clone!Jack + Cameron Mitchell
Date: 2016-05-22 07:53 pm (UTC)His students watched him quietly.
“And ninety-nine percent of the time the answer’s a no-brainer: yes. But sometimes you hit that moment when the question is explicit, and the answer is no.”
Sasha gazed up at him with wide eyes.
“The thing is, you can change your mind. When the answer is no, take a break. Take a breather. Step back and look at what led you to thinking the answer is no. And if you can’t remember why, all the other times, the answer was yes, call for help. From me. From your best friend. From anyone you trust.” Cam leaned over her and said, “Now, are you going to give up, or are you going to try again?”
Sasha looked around herself at the mess of shattered wood that had been a chair before she’d sat on it and it had collapsed. “Try again, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Cam offered her a hand, and she grasped it, and he heaved her to her feet. “It was a good-looking chair. Nice design. Accurate measurements. Do you know what went wrong?”
“I sat my fat ass on it.”
Cam closed his eyes and sighed. “No.” He opened his eyes and looked at Sasha. “You’re not fat. But yes, sitting on it was a bad idea. Do you know why?”
“No.” Sasha stared at her shoes.
“Remember the steps? You wrote them out yourself.” Cam nudged her with his elbow, got her to look at him.
She rolled her eyes. “Cut. Measure. Fit. Sand. Drill the holes for the pegs. Glue the holes. Glue the pegs. Insert the - oh.”
Cam nodded at the little pile of carefully-made wooden pegs that were still on Sasha’s workbench. “It’s not the end of the world. See what pieces you can salvage, and if you need extra time in the shop on Saturday to get the other pieces done, let me know.”
“Thanks, Cammie,” Sasha said, and knelt to sort through the debris of her collapsed chair.
The other students, who’d been alerted by the loud crash and Sasha’s yelp of pain, returned to their tasks at a look from Cam (still got it, the commanding officer look), and he rolled back to his desk, where he was grading project proposals.
JD finished showing Tina how to measure a dovetail joint and then came to stand next to Cam’s desk.
“You ever have one of those moments?” he asked quietly.
Cam glanced up. “Hm?”
“Where the answer to the question was no.”
“Every day in the hospital,” Cam said. “Less, since...us.”
“Who did you call?”
“God. My mother. The hospital psych.” Cam set down his pen and looked up at JD fully. “You?”
“Those three months in that prison in Iraq. Every time Daniel died. Every time Daniel or Teal’c or Sam was kidnapped or hurt or missing. Every day for a hundred days on Edora. Every day from the day Charlie died till the day I first stepped through the Stargate, and then most days after, until - the crystals. Ba’al.”
“Who did you call?”
“A good game of chess and a tumbler of whiskey, before. And now - us. All of us. Including the cat.” JD glanced over his shoulder. “Think she’ll get the chair done on time?”
“She can if she wants to.”
Someone clearing his throat alerted both men to the presence of a student. They turned.
Tyler stood before them. “Hey. I, uh, Fiona said she came to talk to you about - about adopting me, and that you wanted to talk to me. Can we talk?”
Cam glanced at JD, who nodded.
So Cam smiled and said, “Sure. We can talk.”
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Date: 2016-05-09 11:58 am (UTC)filled.
Date: 2016-05-10 08:28 am (UTC)Hell not many miracles had happened after either. Yeah, he had found a family but he also kept losing little pieces of it as time went on in this new world.
He had even found love with Beth and he had thought for sure he lost her, had seen the bullet go through her head and her body collapse onto the cold floor of a hospital back in Georgia.
Yet somehow here was the blonde Greene sister standing in front of him in the middle of the woods in Virginia, her hand resting on a protruding belly, a belly that Daryl knew had to be carrying his child because there had been that night after they had gotten drunk and burnt the shack down, before they had found the funeral home that they had given in to lust or some would probably say they had just been careless.
"Beth?" he asked a bit softly almost afraid he is dreaming.
The blonde just nods her head as she gives him a faint smile.
"Course it's me Dixon," Beth finally answered with words and it's then that Daryl knows he isn't dreaming cause even his dream versions of Beth never call him that and it's also then too that Daryl knows he has experienced a miracle.
There will be time for questions later though, when they get back to Alexandria and that is why he wills himself to move the short distance and pull the woman into a hug. Relishing the fact that she isn't dead and somehow she found her way back to him.
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