Monster Mash Monday!
Aug. 22nd, 2016 12:02 amThis is
streussal and I'll be your host this week. Today's theme is monster mash. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, zombies... you get the idea.
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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
+ From Dusk Till Dawn (tv), Scott Fuller (/optional any), so what is the appropriate dating age range when you're always going to look 16?
+ Revolutionary Girl Utena, Anthy Himemiya/Utena Tenjou, vampire AU
+ Angel, Darla/Angel(us), (408): WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU (479): MANY MANY THINGS AND MOST OF THEM ARE YOUR FUCKING FAULT
We use 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 Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets 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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
+ From Dusk Till Dawn (tv), Scott Fuller (/optional any), so what is the appropriate dating age range when you're always going to look 16?
+ Revolutionary Girl Utena, Anthy Himemiya/Utena Tenjou, vampire AU
+ Angel, Darla/Angel(us), (408): WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU (479): MANY MANY THINGS AND MOST OF THEM ARE YOUR FUCKING FAULT
We use 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 Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets 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: 2016-08-22 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:17 am (UTC)Fill: Stranger Things - Jonathan Byers - Memories
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 07:29 am (UTC)Fill: MCU, Bruce/Tony, Uncoil
Date: 2016-08-22 04:41 pm (UTC)Tony raged, shot his mouth off. Then he drank, and then he ran to whatever was next to forget. Tony tried to outpace, outwork the feelings. Bruce sucked them in, deeply. They coiled into a tight ball that sat under his breastbone, slowly tightening every muscle in his chest until he didn't want to move, because if he moved he would scream, if the screamed...well...everyone knew how that story ended. He crossed his arms as if physically holding himself - or it, those nasty feelings not sharp enough to make a body cry, but unending aches - back.
A day came, Tony brought him a snarl of wire and metal, something new he was trying to turn into something better, and set it down next to the doctor.
"Could use your help."
"Nobody could use my help, trust me." Bruce bit out, for once letting a touch of the spite and bitterness seep into his tone.
Tony snapped the gum he was chewing. "Sure could, need this smashed into a million tiny glittery pieces." He held his breath, and when Bruce looked up, eyes glimmering with pain and anger he finished "because then we're going to reassemble it into material that will put roofs over heads. Of people whose roofs we broke."
It was a hand held out in offering. It was understanding that maybe the only thing to do with pain, guilt and self-rage was to channel it.
It was a start.
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:29 am (UTC)FILL: Dc Comics, Harley Quinn, Becoming the Alpha
Date: 2016-08-22 05:38 pm (UTC)----
It wasn't easy to become an alpha werewolf, not that Harley ever wanted to be one. She was happy being a beta. Happy to take orders and please her alpha in any way that she could. She believed herself to be the most beloved beta in the Joker's pack. She was always at his side, and he always rewarded her well for her loyalty.
But there were voices in the back of her head, telling her this was wrong. She deserved a better alpha, one that really loved her. She always felt sad when she would look at Wonder Woman's pack. She treated everyone equally. She may be alpha, but she never treated anyone like they were beneath her. She never hit any of them.
Then there was Ivy. She was so beautiful and confident, even though she was an omega. She was captivating and Harley always longed for her company, even if it meant listening to the woman always telling her that she deserved better. Harley always told her she didn't because her alpha really did love her, didn't he?
She constantly battled the different voices in her head. She was a good beta and she loved her alpha, she would never leave him. He was good to her. He loved her.
The day Harley snapped was the day her alpha smacked her to the ground, his claws slashing across her face. She held her slowly healing cheek, blood dripping through her fingers and to the floor. Finally, the voices telling her he was not a good alpha won and she got up.
"Harley!" He snapped, raising his hand once more. She flinched, but continued to hold her ground. Ivy and the others were right. Harley did deserve better, that no one would ever touch her again.
She shed her human skin and lunged at her alpha. He growled and fought her off, but she kept coming and coming until she was standing above her alpha's lifeless body, her eyes glowing bright red.
She looked around at the pack as she reverted back to human form, watching as they all bowed before her. It took her a minute to realize what had happened and she nearly cried. She was the new alpha of their pack. It was something she never wanted, but there she was. She vowed to never treat them the way that he had treated her. She would be a good alpha, just like Wonder Woman.
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 07:32 am (UTC)Fill: Teen Wolf, Danny/Isaac, Not Afraid
Date: 2016-08-22 05:49 pm (UTC)"No. I don't want you to see me like this. I look like a monster."
"You are not a monster," Danny said softly, his heart breaking. "Please look at me."
Isaac shook his head, ready to bolt. "No."
"Isaac, you startled me, but I was not scared," Danny said, reaching out once more. "And you're not the first werewolf I've seen. I'm not scared."
Isaac was quite for a long moment before turning around, his eyes cast towards the ground, terrified of Danny's reaction. Danny touched Isaac's chin and lifted it. He felt uncomfortable under Danny's gaze. He braced himself for Danny to tell him he looked ugly and run away.
Instead, Danny leaned in and pressed a kiss to Isaac's cheek. He pulled back and smiled at Isaac, slowly caressing the spot he had kissed. "I really like you, Isaac, and I could never be afraid of you."
"Do-do you really mean that?"
Danny nodded. "Yeah, I do."
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:33 am (UTC)Fill: Held Down
Date: 2016-08-28 10:39 pm (UTC)Sam ends their fight with teeth in the back of Bucky’s neck—firm, hard, probably a little painful, but not enough to break the skin. It’s a bite that says we’re done, you’re done. It’s the bite of a pack alpha who needs to rein in a wolf, or, in this case, tease a sparring partner for missing a kick.
But beneath him in the gym, Bucky shudders and whines, body going rigid where it’s splayed on the mat. “I submit,” he grunts, drawing his knees up to his chest, arching his back. “Please, I’ll submit.”
It snaps Sam back into human form so fast he’s left reeling, like he’s been jerked back into his body, the taste of Bucky’s skin still on his tongue. “You don’t have to submit to me,” he says, voice gravelly. “Ever. You know that.”
There’s a moment of quiet, save for Bucky’s harsh, half-shifted breathing. He whimpers, fangs and fur receding, and flops onto his back on the mat. Once again, Sam’s chest aches with how much he loves this man—the slow burn of his eyes, the tangle of his hair. He’s so human—he’s nothing Sam ever expected.
“I know,” Bucky finally says, closing his eyes. “Old habits, you know?”
Sam nods, lying down next to him, even though the mat is probably pretty gross. “I shouldn’t have bitten you like that. Old habits too, I guess.” He’s a tactile alpha with the whole pack, but he knows it must be different with Bucky.
“No,” Bucky says, propping himself up on his arm, the new one T’Challa helped modify for him. His old one was laced with trace amounts of silver—just enough for Pierce to keep him in near-constant pain. “You’re my alpha. I trust you, Sam.” He leans in, pressing a tentative kiss to Sam’s cheek. “It’ll just take some time.”
“As much as you need,” Sam says. There’s a part of him that gets so angry sometimes—at what happened to Bucky, at the fact that an organization he once believed in could do such things to a lone wolf, at the fact that his own wolf wanted to claw free and destroy anyone who ever laid a hand on his pack. But instead of giving in, he smiles at Bucky. “How about a run?”
It’s not a full moon for another few days, but sometimes, he needs to feel something less than human.
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 07:34 am (UTC)Minifill: Gravity Falls, Gen, Sparkly
Date: 2016-08-22 05:40 pm (UTC)Her brother was so narrow minded, Mabel didn't understand how they were related.
"Of course I can! I just have to write up the invitation," Mabel said, holding up a vivid sheet of card stock and several glittery pens, "and then burn it! Easy as pie! Ooooh pie! Do you think they'll be hungry? I need refreshments! Piles of sugary, sweet delicious artificially colored goodneesssss..." her eyes started to go wide, sort of glossy with a look Dipper knew too well. She ran downstairs, a ball of energy in a unicorn sweatshirt too big for her. Dipper had no choice but to yell after her:
"You can't invite ghosts to a rave!"
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 07:34 am (UTC)No fill, but...
Date: 2016-08-23 03:11 am (UTC)Re: No fill, but...
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 07:39 am (UTC)Minifill, Leverage, Ensemble
Date: 2016-09-29 08:07 pm (UTC)Sophie gave the dog at least half the food on her plate. The poor thing just had these doleful eyes that *got* her, right there, and she couldn't refuse the animal.
Eliot often found the dog when he needed a break from the others, and would keep it company by jogging or flat-out running around parks with it - keeping fit without signing into any gym definitely helped him feel one step ahead, even if he wasn't, really, and the dog was a good listener, too, never judging him when he needed to just get the words out, no matter how ugly the words might be. Took out. Hit. Ended. Murdered. Sometimes the dog would lick his nose, and startle a laugh out of him, too.
Hardison always made sure there was a doggy-door to all his buildings, and that there was at minimum a spare blanket in his van. Whenever the dog felt like showing up and keeping him company, he was happy to have the company.
"And, Parker, girl, you do you, but whenever you feel like telling me how in the sam hill you became a dog-lycanthrope, you know I'll want popcorn," Hardison said, each time the dog appeared and Parker vanished.
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 07:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 05:52 pm (UTC)Now the gravid Queen was slain. Tricked, beheaded, dishonored. Her own breath-taking visage used against her. The treasure of her womb plundered, Poseidon’s begotten springing free, beasts both. And still the gods grinned their wicked self-satisfied smiles, mounting her stone head upon a shield. Her deadly beauty a weapon.
The sisters mourned their loss, strange comfort found in bloodshot gazes. Locks and locks of snakes tangling while they slept. Waking in one another’s arms, whispering in the dark, scaly secrets, promises hissed. Stheno licked at Euryale’s teeth. Euryale skimmed the rigid curves of her sister’s body with her talon-fingered hands. One folded her wings tight, the other wrapped them both in tear-soaked feathers.
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Date: 2016-08-22 07:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-22 08:19 am (UTC)Not a fill...
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