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ohmanishipit and today's theme is limits. Prompts can be a limit on the number of words or maybe a character is reaching their limits. The possibilities are limitless!
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...
+ Anything fairy tale related, gen, only three sentences long
+ Daredevil, any, there was a limit to what even [he/she/they] could do
+ Any, any, driving until you reach city limits
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ohmanishipit and today's theme is limits. Prompts can be a limit on the number of words or maybe a character is reaching their limits. The possibilities are limitless!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...
+ Anything fairy tale related, gen, only three sentences long
+ Daredevil, any, there was a limit to what even [he/she/they] could do
+ Any, any, driving until you reach city limits
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: 2016-06-09 08:50 am (UTC)Filled
Date: 2016-06-10 01:46 am (UTC)Re: Filled
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Date: 2016-06-09 08:53 am (UTC)Fill -Matt
Date: 2016-06-09 06:07 pm (UTC)Matt has him pinned to the wall by the collar, poised for a killing blow. The dirtbag’s body sags in defeat.
“I didn’t do nothin’,” the voice pleads. “Wasn’t my fault.” A light goes on in Matt’s head; this guy sounds like Mikey Breslin from St. Agnes. Good kid, helped Matt with his homework. Unsure, he loosens his grip, trying to remember.
Sensing an opening, the asshole jerks out of Matt’s grasp and skitters away into the dark like the rat that he is.
Matt lets his hands fall, empty and frustrated.
Maybe it’s better this way. One last punch might’ve been too much. This way the guy’s afraid, might think twice. He can send him to the hospital another time if he needs to.
Matt sighs. Right. Sure. Because it’s simple to resist easy money when there are no jobs and no prospects. He scrubs his face with a gloved hand that smells of blood.
There but for the grace of God, he thinks.
It’s always complicated in Hell’s Kitchen.
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Date: 2016-06-09 08:55 am (UTC)Fill: MCU, Sam, Steve/Bucky, R for language?
Date: 2016-06-09 10:53 pm (UTC)It was quiet for a second, then Sam felt the unmistakable thud of Bucky’s freaking gigantic foot against the back of his seat again.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh my god. Fuck you, Barnes, that’s all I gotta say.” He wasn’t gonna give in, he wasn’t gonna give in. “How long ’til we get where we’re going, Rogers, huh?”
“Not long.” Steve was his usual impassive self.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sam saw Bucky’s booted foot land between the two front seats. Okay. That seemed…allowable. In assessing the situation, Sam’s gaze somehow met Steve’s. Steve looked down at Bucky’s leg and foot insinuating itself into the front of the ridiculously tiny car. Steve looked back at the road, then down at Bucky’s foot. Back at the road, then down at Bucky’s foot.
Huh.
Sam was distracted by something on the side of the road, probably some weird German thing they didn’t have in the States, and when he looked back, Bucky’s foot was in Steve’s lap. And Steve’s hand was curling around Bucky’s ankle and his eyes were kind of unfocused.
“Oh fuck me sideways,” Sam blurted out. “Nobody tells me anything.” He took a long, suffering sigh. “Okay, when we get to the city limits, I’ll drive. Barnes can sit in the front or Steve can get in the back or…whatever arrangement you want. Just don’t do anything I’ll have to pretend I didn’t see later.” He deliberately looked out the window, away from Steve and Barnes because damn it, he didn’t want to see anything else, if that’s the way it was.
“Heh.” Barnes gave a small, satisfied chuckle.
“Yeah, don’t rub it in. Asshole.”
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Date: 2016-06-09 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-09 09:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-09 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-06-09 09:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-09 09:09 am (UTC)Filled.
Date: 2016-06-10 02:05 am (UTC)G'Kar studies him thoughtfully, though that irksome smug little smile of his still lingers around his mouth.
"Perhaps I was not speaking so much of the talks as your personal limits, Mollari." G'kar said in reply.
And Londo wants to ask what he means but that would mean acknowledging the fact that they both sent their aides away hours ago and are now lying together shamelessly naked and more or less content for the moment.
Londo did not become an ambassador at his age by allowing his apponents to think they'd scored a point of him so instead he stretches luxuriantly and rolls the other way to grab the bottle off the floor and pour himself another drink. He offers it to G'kar but is waved off.
"No thank you, Mollari. I've reached my limit for the night." G'kar declines.
"Is that so? And here I was hoping for another round of negotiations with you tonight." That Londo can say such things with a straight face is one of the reasons G'kar doesn't immediately kick him out of bed for having said it.
"My limit of the wine, Mollari." G'Kar chides gently, allowing himself to be covered by Londo's more ample frame. "I am always up for more negotiations."
Re: Filled.
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Date: 2016-06-09 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-09 11:09 am (UTC)1 sentence
Date: 2016-06-10 05:58 pm (UTC)"No, Parker," Eliot says, forehead resting on his palm, "we can't take down the US government to save the bees."
Re: 1 sentence
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Date: 2016-06-09 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-09 12:26 pm (UTC)So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time
Fill 1/3: Stargate Multiverse, Cam/Continuum!John
Date: 2016-06-10 05:06 am (UTC)“Air Force,” Anna said.
“Good.”
And John had to glance over and see who was so decidedly an Air Force fan. The man was about John’s age, with blue eyes, short, neat brown hair that would be regulation, a strong jaw, and broad shoulders beneath his black leather jacket.
“You an Academy fan?” John asked. “Or do you just hate the Citadel that much?”
“Academy fan,” the man said. “Why? You a Citadel fan?” He raised his eyebrows at John, and John had the sense that the man knew John was definitely not a Citadel fan.
“Absolutely,” John said, just to mess with him.
The guy looked startled, then amused, and he shrugged and went back to his beer.
And John forgot all about him.
The next time the guy came into the bar, he was wearing that same black leather jacket, and this time John looked twice, because he hadn’t appreciated the way the man’s shoulders tapered to his narrow hips or - damn. When the guy turned around, John wanted to cheer. Or maybe bounce a quarter off of his ass.
Maybe it had just been too damn long since he’d gotten some.
The guy managed to charm his way into a game of pool with a bunch of frat boys and play well enough to get cheered on but not so much that he upstaged them to the sorority girls they were with. John cringed when the frat boys thanked the ‘old guy’ for a good game, and quickly turned away when the guy took up the barstool beside John once again.
“Cameron, right?” Anna had a gift for names and faces. She’d been a teacher once.
“Yes ma’am. Anna?” Cameron had a cute little drawl.
“Right in one.” Anna smiled and pushed a bottle across the table. Same beer as John’s. “How’re things at the garage?”
“Fortuitous,” Cameron said. “My sad old Honda finally bit the dust, and today this guy brought in an old Mustang. Hideous shade of yellow, needs a lot of love under the hood, but I think I can make her purr again.”
John had never heard so much innuendo-laden car talk outside of a porn movie, and yet somehow Cameron sounded completely innocently sincere.
“Fortuitous indeed,” Anna said. Then she turned to John. “Need a fresh one?”
“No, thanks.” John smiled and lifted his bottle. “Still got some left.”
“Holler when you want another.” Anna smiled and went to serve a customer down the other end of the bar.
“The Citadel fan,” Cameron said.
“Says the Academy fan. Actually, my name’s John.” He offered a hand.
“Cameron.”
“I haven’t seen you around here,” John said, and whoops, that was dangerously close to Come here often?
Cameron shrugged. “Moved in a few months back. Spent the first little while making sure everything with the house and new job was five by five. Now I get to try to have a social life.”
“How’s that going for you?”
“It’s gone worse.” Cameron cast John a significant look before he took a pull from his bottle. “So, Citadel, really?”
“Not really,” John said. “I never went to the Academy, but I was in the Air Force myself.”
“Oh yeah? You one of those flyboys?”
“For some reason, most people don’t count chopper pilots as flyboys,” John said, “but yeah.”
“Not in anymore?”
“Nope. Mustered out.” Honorable discharge, by the skin of his teeth. He’d left corpses in his wake, but he’d been following orders. “Did my twenty.”
Cameron nodded. “Fair enough.”
Fill 2/3: Stargate Multiverse, Cam/Continuum!John
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Date: 2016-06-09 12:26 pm (UTC)Fill: + Night World, McShep
Date: 2016-06-09 08:16 pm (UTC)“He has to stop this,” he said. “This - this relentless need to sacrifice himself.”
“John loves you,” Teyla said quietly. “He didn’t want you to come to any harm.” She put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Rodney shook her off. “They were banking on it. We haven’t been careful about what John and Lorne and Ronon are. They knew he would trade himself for me, and it was him they wanted. Lorne said - Lorne said they’d been feeding him and bleeding him and there were vampires all over the place. Feral ones. Half-vampires, the zombie ghoul kind. He and Ronon had to kill them all.”
Teyla sucked in a breath sharply. Woolsey had forbidden her and Rodney to go on the retrieval mission after the last time John and Rodney had been tangled in each other’s minds during a rescue. Rodney had to stay behind for his own protection, and Teyla had stayed behind to comfort him as much as possible. Ronon, however, had been allowed to go with Evan’s team to rescue John once they knew where he was.
“I’m an adult,” Rodney said. “And a leader in this expedition, and I’ve proved myself on the other side of the gate time and time again.”
“It’s part of John’s job to protect you as well,” Teyla reminded him gently.
“Getting himself killed isn’t protecting me,” Rodney spat. “It’s leaving me alone.”
Teyla sighed. “Rodney -”
He pushed himself to his feet. “His self-sacrificing behavior has no limits. And that’s unacceptable.” He left the infirmary, battening down on the silver cord connection so John wouldn’t see what he was doing.
His first stop was the military command office, where Evan was frowning over his datapad and trying to come up with some kind of euphemism to describe his stint as Buffy the Vampire Slayer on an alien planet.
“Where is Carson?”
Evan blinked. “Rodney, how is the Colonel?”
“Are you deaf? Where is Carson?”
Evan looked taken aback for a moment, but then he said, “Still off-world dealing with the after-effects of the Hoffan drug. Who’d know better than me would probably be Dr. Sofia, in medical.”
Rodney frowned. “You know everything on Atlantis.”
“Carson’s not on Atlantis anymore,” Evan said evenly.
“Right.” Rodney turned and headed for medical, which was right next to the infirmary. He wasn’t sure he knew what Dr. Sofia looked like, but he thought she was an epidemiologist. From Turkey, maybe? Then he paused, turned back to Evan. “You were born a shapeshifter, right?”
“Yes.”
“John was born a vampire.”
“Half-lamia, half-witch.”
Night Children were so picky about their heritage. “But people can be turned into vampires.”
“Yes.”
“And with the ATA gene, people can be turned into witches.”
“Apparently,” Evan said, and blushed faintly.
“Can people be turned into shapeshifters?”
“Yes,” Evan began, and then, eyes wide, said, “No. McKay, no.”
“But I’d be like John. Faster and stronger. I’d live longer. I’d be more help to him. I -”
“Would die. Like with vampires, no one over twenty survives the Change,” Evan said flatly.
“Then help me find Carson.”
Evan saved whatever he was working on with his datapad and stood up. “All right. Let’s go.”
Dr. Sofia was a dark-skinned, wide-eyed woman who obviously had the hots for Lorne, even though his relationship with Ronon was basically an open secret across the whole city. She checked through her correspondence from Carson - she was helping him with the anti-Hoffan treatment - and offered up the designation of a planet he’d said he was planning on visiting.
Evan accompanied Rodney to Ops, and he got Chuck to fire up the Stargate so he could call through.
The connection was weak and grainy, and all of Rodney’s inquiries were basically pointless, but he managed to learn this much from Carson: yes, the ATA gene was the witch gene.
Good. Rodney had the gene. Rodney could learn magic. He could help protect John from now on.
Re: Fill: + Night World, McShep
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Date: 2016-06-09 12:27 pm (UTC)Fill: Band!AU
Date: 2016-06-09 09:17 pm (UTC)John looked up, surprised, from where he was tuning his guitar. “Objective about what?” He certainly wasn’t objective about Rodney’s music, or his smile, or the way he did their sound.
“About my music.” Rodney sat down beside him, his knee brushing John’s.
John curled his hand into a fist to stop himself from flinching, his nerves jangling from the warmth of Rodney’s closeness. “If you think so.”
“I know so,” Rodney said, with the same blithe confidence with which he’d belittled their high school physics teacher. “So, tell me what you think.” He held out a sheet of paper with a chord pattern. “Play. I’ll sing. I know I’m no you, but I can carry a tune.”
“You can,” John said evenly. He studied the chords, tested them. Mostly natural chords, a few sharp chords. Not nearly as complicated as some of the songs Rodney had written. The melody was cute, pop-friendly, with some of the off-beat metaphors Rodney liked (“You are the night light ripping through my wicked world”). The chorus hooked him behind the navel and sucked him in, made it hard to breathe. It wasn’t sweeping and profound, wasn’t swelling and orchestral, wasn’t ornate and trilling.
It was just everything John wanted to say to Rodney.
This is for real
This time I mean it
I’m coming clean, please don’t let go
I said from the start that you could take it or leave it
I’d prefer that you keep it
Don’t let go
John wanted to come clean, to tell Rodney he knew the truth, that Rodney’s music was beautiful, a fraction as beautiful as his soul. John wanted to tell Rodney that Rodney had had his heart since that first time he’d sat down beside John and asked him to listen to one of his songs, that John had surrendered it gladly and Rodney could take it or leave it, but John wanted him to keep it and never let it go.
Instead he said nothing, strummed along, and listened to Rodney sing the cold truth in John’s soul.
“Well?” Rodney asked, after the last notes of the song faded.
“It’s good,” John said honestly.
Rodney squinted at him. Then he said, “You’re lying to me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re afraid of me,” Rodney said.
John raised his eyebrows. “Really? Me? Afraid of you?”
“After all those times in school when you were obviously my intellectual inferior -”
Well, John had played stupid to deliberately goad Rodney into noticing him more than once. “I’m not your musical inferior,” John said, and that brought Rodney up short.
“You’re out of practice.”
“How so?”
“As a performer.”
“You haven’t performed since you were twelve. And I’ve been playing weekly gigs for the past three months, in addition to nightly practice.” John scanned the lyric sheet and chord sheet. “It’s a good song, Rodney. Relax.”
“Are you sure?”
And John realized Rodney wasn’t being confrontational. He was nervous. “Have you had anyone else sing it for you?”
“I recorded myself.”
“Not the same thing.” John cleared his throat, started up the chords, and stumbled his way through the song as best as he could. He kept his gaze on his hands, pretending to watch the transitions, but he’d always had the singular gift of being able to memorize a song after a couple of passes. Rodney’s gaze on him was warm, intense, and John was still hyperaware of how close they were sitting, of Rodney’s knee pressed against his.
When he finished the song, he was jolted out of his singing mien by Rodney attempting a manly clap on the shoulder and instead hitting him too hard. “You’re right. It is a good song. Thanks for the feedback. What do you think of playing it at the gig on Friday? Yes? Awesome. Let Ronon and Teyla know!”
Rodney was out of the garage and in his car before John could protest. A brand new song for Friday? Was Rodney insane?
No, John was the insane one, because he would ask, and Ronon would swear, and Teyla would sigh, and Jennifer would try to cover her panic with optimism, and they would practice and practice and practice it extra, and when John got up onstage, he’d pour his heart out to Rodney, and Rodney would only be looking at Jennifer.
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Date: 2016-06-09 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-09 01:18 pm (UTC)Speed up to the precipice, and then slam on the brakes
Some people crash two or three times, and then learn from their mistakes
But we are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
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Date: 2016-06-09 01:20 pm (UTC)Re: poem fill.
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Date: 2016-06-09 01:24 pm (UTC)poem fill
Date: 2016-06-10 05:44 pm (UTC)Combines with this and filled here
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Date: 2016-06-09 01:24 pm (UTC)Fill - Captain America, Steve/Peggy
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