Tuesday’s Horoscopes

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Hello! ohmanishipit here and today's theme is horoscopes/the zodiac. Prompts can be anything from a prediction of this month’s actual horoscope, or you can have prompts include certain signs, anything involving the zodiac.

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...
+ Homestuck, beta trolls, ficlets about any or all of the trolls based on the prediction for their sign
+ Any, any/any, their signs say that they’re hopelessly incompatible
+ Welcome to Night Vale, any, Today’s horoscopes

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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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Geordi la Forge/Data, You're yearning for something unusual or even odd right now -- what appeals to the masses will definitely not be appealing to you!

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Campaign Podcast, Bacta/Tryst Valentine, There's no point getting frustrated. Frustration isn't the right way to express those feelings welling up inside.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Princess Leia (comic), Leia Organa/Evaan Verlaine, Big or small, a few of your problems will be discussed in a public forum today.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, Colleagues encourage you to say what you mean. They also need you to mean what you say.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Black Panther (comics), Hunter/T’Challa, a fresh start is possible, although there are some hurdles to clear before truly beginning anew.

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Night Vale, any, Today’s horoscopes

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, their signs say that they’re hopelessly incompatible

Not A Fill Yet

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

O.o ... Why is this so tempting to me...

*ponders*

I'll... get back to you on this one.

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Homestuck, beta trolls, ficlets about any or all of the trolls based on the prediction for their sign

[ohmanishipit.livejournal.com]

Homestuck, Terezi Pyrope + Vriska Serket, Scourge sisters version of Lies about Libras (http://www.horoscope.com/us/editorial/editorial-news.aspx?UniqueID=3258&CRC=F0A500F69E5E7B384BF9A3CB8E101453)

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, You asked me what my sign is, and I told you it was "Stop"

No fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

*cackling madly*

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel comics, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, "I read your horoscope and it said you can expect a lot of stimulating conversation and physical activity like games or dancing. I'm here to deliver, Spidey."

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean doesn't believe that the stars and planets affect your personality or luck somehow, but he still watches Castiel's TV show. For an astrologer he ain't that bad.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

MCU, Any,
Born under a bad sign.
I've been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, it's the year of the monkey, time to be ambitious and adventurous.

FILL: Hit the floor, family fluff/winter

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Joy to the world it is snowing! Big, beautiful flakes flutter down from the heavens and land on eyelashes, cheeks are rosy pink while hands stay snuggled in warm kitten mittens.

There is nothing in the world as wonderful as seeing their children’s faces light up as they look out the window to see a winter wonderland decorating their back yard. Huge grins metamorphosis their faces as Jenny and Jessie excitedly skip to the coat closet to bundle up in cozy sweaters and jackets, and even before they’ve tugged on their boots the delighted giggles and whooping begins. Jessie and Jenny are bouncing with excitement, their dimples sparkling like their daddy’s.

Zero grins as he watches his joyful children, a smile etching his handsome features.

“Hurry up, papa!” Jenny cheers as Zero puts on his coat. “We wanna go play in the snow!”

She is ready to go, but her two-year old sister is still tugging on her princes boats. Grinning, Zero bends down to lace up her shoes; he is excited to go play in the snow, like his girls, but his husband is not a fan of winter.

Jude hasn’t gotten out of bed—he prefers to spend the cold day cuddled up under fluffy blankets, dressed in his warm sweatpants and Zero’s Hoodie. He is already sick of the snow, it has been snowing for nearly two weeks, and the snow doesn’t seem to be stopping any time soon.

Jude manages to leave the coziness of the bed while his husband and children play outside; he whips up four cups of yummy hot cocoa with marshmallows and by the time he has finished and lit a warm fire in the fireplace, Jenny, Jessie and Zero are scurrying into the house, laughing and smiling, their cheeks pink and noses as red at Rudolph’s.

“Here you go, ladybugs. Enjoy.” Jude hands Jenny and Jessie a cup of hot chocolate and he’s given an adorable giggle and a hug that warms his heart.

Accepting a cup and sipping the warm chocolate goodness, delighting in the yummy treat, Zero pulls Jude into a hug. “I know you hate winter, baby. But you should play outside with us. The girls want to build a big snowman, and they want their daddy’s help, and I think you and I could make some cute snow angels.”

Jude despises winter with a passion, he has been sick of it for the past few weeks, and he would be perfectly fine if the fluffy white fluffy never visited him again, but to see his sweet daughters and his beloved husband smiling brightly, a little cold was not such a terrible thing.

Out in the winter wonderland, Jude forgets about the shivering cold and he basks in the fluffy snow that surrounds his happy family. His daughters are giggling as they happily build a snowman; they are lost in the fun of lovely winter. Seeing his chance to steal a kiss, Jude wraps his arms around his husband and kisses away the cold, and when he feels Zero smile into the kiss, his heart, like all the times before, skips a beat as pure love swells in his beloved soul.

♥ END ♥

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

DCU, any m/m, his horoscope promised he would meet a tall, dark stranger.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Elder Scrolls/any fandom (please no Supernatural), author's choice, a fusion where the zodiac comes from the Elder Scrolls astronomy (http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Astronomy) or Birthsigns (http://en.uesp.net/wiki/Oblivion:Birthsigns) instead of ours

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any Capricorn, Presenting yourself with home-made cardboard awards is probably not the sanest way to go about giving yourself a morale boost. Your worst fears may come to light today when you are shoved into a very small hole filled with sharks, insects, spiders, snaked and moths.

Money is literally no object for you this week as you lose all your money.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect or Star Trek, any, "I'm not going to that planet today." "why not?" "My horoscope said I could meet my Maker this week, and a perilous mission to a strange planet is just tempting fate."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), author's choice, "So you're a Capricorn?" "Pfft, I don't believe in that stuff. I was born under the auspices of the Birch tree (http://www.whats-your-sign.com/celtic-meaning-birch-tree.html)." "Typical Capricorn."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any/any, Their signs in one zodiac are incompatible, but are ideally matched in another

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Getting a tattoo with your zodiac sign

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I can't keep calm, I'm a scorpio!

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Harry's sign says he is supposed to be cold and frigid but Louis thinks he is anything but that.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, Beth asks Daryl what his sign is and he admits to being a Sagittarius which is fitting since he is an archer.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, Born under a bad sign.

Fill 1/2: Thoughtcrimes/WK/Numb3rs

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Freya came awake to Brendan saying her name over and over and over again in her head.

No, screaming it.

She gasped and jerked upright, then swore when pain wrenched in her shoulders. She was bound to a chair in the back kitchen of that deserted deli. The smirky orange-haired man was standing opposite her, arms crossed, still smirking. A teenage boy was sitting up on the counter beside him, legs crossed, tapping away at a laptop. When he looked up at Freya, he had uncannily blue eyes. And beside the boy was another man, white-haired, with a patch over his right eye. His arms were riddled with scars, and he was spinning a knife, its blade flashing in the dim light.

Freya cast about, searching for Brendan.

And there he was, standing in the middle of the room, wearing a pristine white suit and glasses.

Only Brendan was bound to another chair on the opposite side of the room. He hadn’t shaved in days, and there was dried blood on his face, and his hair was matted and dirty.

“Castor, Castor, Castor,” the white-clad man was saying.

Freya took a run at his mental walls, but there mirror-smooth and revealed nothing. He didn’t even twitch toward her. He wasn’t Brendan.

“You and I were born under a bad sign, brother,” the white-clad man continued.

You’re alive. You’re awake. You’re okay. Freya Freya Freya. Call for help! The real Brendan cast her a look of mingled relief and desperation.

“My name is Brendan,” he said aloud, glaring up at the man who must have been his twin. He added, “Bradley,” for good measure.

Bradley’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses.

“And I’m not Castor any more than you’re Pollux,” Brendan snapped.

Freya took a deep breath, reached out with her mind, and screamed for Harper.

“None of that,” the orange-haired man said, and suddenly Freya felt like she was swaddled in bubble wrap. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

No, she could breathe, she was okay. He’d trapped her mind.

She kicked and screamed and clawed at the barriers, but they wouldn’t budge.

“It was an admirable effort,” Bradley continued. “You managed to stay hidden from us - me - for a long time. You always were such a talented operative.”

“Let her go,” Brendan said. “This is between you and me.”

“Oh, not anymore,” Bradley purred, and the gleam in his eye was dangerous. Freya had talked to more than her fair share of killers and knew when a man was dangerous. “We found you because you made a mistake.”

Brendan sneered. “We’re human. All humans make mistakes.”

Bradley knelt so he was eye-level with Brendan. “You made a friend, silly boy. There are no friends in this line of work, and yet you went and made one.” Then he stood up, crossed the room and knelt beside Freya. He curled a hand in her hair and wrenched her head up. “I can see why. She’s a pretty thing. Has the makings of a powerful telepath, too, if only someone hadn’t screwed up her training. With the right application of...force, she could be a second Mastermind.” He cast a significant look at the orange-haired man.

Of course he was a telepath. Were the others? The boy looked disinterested in the proceedings altogether, was apparently playing some kind of video game, and the knife-wielding cyclops beside him cared only about his spinning blade.

“What do you want, Brad?” Brendan asked. He sounded tired.

“At first, to bring you home. I mean, I have other jobs to do, but the Elders would be most pleased if I could return their wayward son to their hallowed halls. But now I have bigger goals. Welles was only a cog in the machine.” Brad straightened up. “He barely knows a thing, as evidenced by his shabby treatment of poor Freya and her gift. I want the rest of them. The talents that Welles’s superiors have. They belong to us. To Rosenkreuz.”

Rosenkreuz again. Brendan had been afraid Freya was one of them, hidden his gift from her because of it.

Brendan narrowed his eyes. “What? But -”

Bradley leaned in and said, softly and deliberately, “You know the rules, brother. Rosenkreuz is for life. Rosenkreuz is forever.” When he stepped back, Brendan’s expression was unreadable, but he was no longer afraid. Just wary.

Brendan said, “Promise not to hurt Freya.”