Let's have some fun on Monday with Pets
Feb. 6th, 2017 02:39 pmHello, everyone. I’m
prisca1960 and I will be your guest host for this week. Hope we will have a lot of fun together.
Today's theme is Pets. Prompts can be anything related to pets. Of course, it can be a cat or a dog, but maybe you have an unusual animal friend? A monkey? A snake? A tarantula? Maybe your favorite character is working at an animal shelter. Or someone has a nightmare where his beloved hamster turns into a beast at fullmoon?
Everything is okay as long as you have fun with giving us funny, frightening, emotional (pet)prompts and writing amazing ficlets.
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...
any fandom - any character - "Objection, Your Honor! This monkey can't be the thief."
Hawaii Five-O - Danny Williams, Steve McGarrett - a birthday present for Grace
The Walking Dead - Beth Green - She missed going on a trail ride with her beloved horse
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 2017 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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Today's theme is Pets. Prompts can be anything related to pets. Of course, it can be a cat or a dog, but maybe you have an unusual animal friend? A monkey? A snake? A tarantula? Maybe your favorite character is working at an animal shelter. Or someone has a nightmare where his beloved hamster turns into a beast at fullmoon?
Everything is okay as long as you have fun with giving us funny, frightening, emotional (pet)prompts and writing amazing ficlets.
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...
any fandom - any character - "Objection, Your Honor! This monkey can't be the thief."
Hawaii Five-O - Danny Williams, Steve McGarrett - a birthday present for Grace
The Walking Dead - Beth Green - She missed going on a trail ride with her beloved horse
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 2017 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: 2017-02-06 01:40 pm (UTC)Fill: Ghostbusters(2016) - Holtzmann - Hang 'em High
Date: 2017-02-07 12:22 am (UTC)The incorporeal remains of His Honor Judge Franklin "Everyone's Guilty" McConalick froze in righteous indignation before rearing back in preparation to leash a load of ectoplasmic goo. Unfortunately for him, or what was left of him, that tiny pause was all Holtzmann needed.
In one smooth motion she pulled her fulled charged pistol from the holster that hung at her side and fired. The judge, now just a horrible footnote in history, dissipated, leaving her with a clear view of the spectral hangman floating behind him.
Nodding her head quickly so the goggles fell into place, she grinned and widened her stance. With a single, sharp, gesture of her hand she let waiting phantasm know it was on.
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Date: 2017-02-06 04:18 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2 (plus sneaky crossover)
Date: 2017-02-06 11:47 pm (UTC)She was a red-brown fox-like thing with an incredibly fluffy tail and wise brown eyes. Rodney had named her Foxy in a fit of unparalleled originality. Teyla had never encountered such a creature, so she had no opinions on its suitability as a pet. After Lorne's team discovered Foxy, injured and crying and taking shelter in their jumper (apparently the jumpers' invisibility cloak was not effective as against Foxy's breed), she'd come to Atlantis. And she'd stayed.
There was only a brief note about the animal in the Ancient database, that they were friendly, non-poisonous, and a basic rundown of their sleeping and eating habits. No weird mating habits. Katie in Botany had agreed to grow a patch of Foxy's preferred food.
According to Rodney, in his seventy-two hours of carrying Foxy all over the city and letting her ride on his shoulders, she was very smart, and he had intentions to train her to perform useful tasks and possibly even detect cloaked Ancient outposts. John might have had a chance to send Foxy back through the gate to the planet where she came from, only one of the Marines disclosed to Rodney that dogs were often used as service animals in times of war - pack animals, messenger animals, explosive device detection animals - and now Rodney was stuck on the notion.
He was keeping Foxy as a pet.
John might or might not have banished that Marine to a week's worth of latrine duty for letting that piece of trivia slip.
He didn't know if it was heartening or disturbing, how quickly people on base came to accept Foxy's presence, greeting her as well as Rodney when she followed him into a room. Lorne had to tell off the KP Marines twice for sneaking Roxy table scraps when she wandered behind the chow line. Elizabeth didn't even blink when Rodney showed up to senior staff meetings with Foxy perched on shoulder.
John was amused when Foxy started doing small tricks, like fetching pens and things for Rodney when he wanted them.
John was downright impressed when Foxy could bring Rodney his datapad on command.
He was just a bit frightened when he discovered the KP Marines had built Foxy a little harness and cart so she could deliver food to Rodney in the labs.
When Foxy demonstrated skill in fetching things like weapons, ammo clips, and very memorable a control crystal Rodney wanted, John relented. She could go off-world with them.
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Date: 2017-02-06 04:23 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Panda Hazing
Date: 2017-02-06 11:16 pm (UTC)"Are you sure?" Rodney asked. "That just seems - cruel." But he made no move to Evan as Evan headed for the panda enclosure with a broom, a dustpan, and a wicker basket in tow.
John stood back, arms crossed over his chest. "Look, if Evan's going to be part of the panda program, he has to prove he's tough enough to hack it. Ambassador Shen is really picky about the pandas, and you know how Director Woolsey gets when Ambassador Shen starts breathing down his neck."
Teyla was watching as well. "This seems like hazing. Elizabeth just had a staff meeting about no more hazing."'
"She was talking about Zelenka and Kusanagi and the other herpetologists." John waved a dismissive hand. "Now c'mon, let's see how he does."
The truth about the baby pandas was that they were adorable, but they were also incredibly agile, and they were like children. Curious, incorrigible children. Evan had barely made it two steps into the enclosure before one of them pounced on his broom, the other pounced on his dustpan, a third crawled into the basket, and the fourth wrapped itself around Evan's right leg.
What followed was a downright comical endeavor, with all of Evan's progress with one thing (retrieving the broom) undone as soon as his back was turned (the other panda going for the dustpan) and yet something else undone again (the last two pandas knocking over the basket full of just-swept leaves).
John and Rodney had had a full year to learn how best to navigate the baby panda enclosure, and the key was, quite simply, not to go in alone. One person distracted the pandas, the other person got the sweeping done, and all was well. But watching Evan try to haul one panda out of the basket while the other tried to climb his leg was hilarious, and Rodney could only imagine how the feed for the cameras in the panda enclosure was probably exploding with hits.
It took Evan three times as long to sweep up the enclosure as it normally took John and Rodney (or Rodney and Teyla or John and Teyla), but finally he managed to get the broom and dustpan out (by flinging them over the wall of the enclosure) and get himself out (by distracting the pandas on the other side of the enclosure from the door) with the basket in tow.
He sank against the wall of the shed, red-faced and sweating. But he straightened up as soon as he saw John, smiled, not displaying an ounce of the irritation Rodney had felt after he'd been forced to the clean enclosure alone in his first week.
"Not a problem, sir," he said, and he ambled over to the dumpster to dispose of the leaves.
Sure enough, at staff meeting that week, Elizabeth reported an increase in traffic to the Panda Cams, and also reiterated her warning against hazing (though Kusanagi and Zelenka looked a little sheepish and Kavanagh was noticeably absent).
When Rodney, Teyla, and John assembled beside the panda enclosure the next week to watch Evan sweep up the fallen leaves, they were joined by Ronon, Amelia, and Chuck from the dromedary pens.
Rodney rubbed his hands together gleefully. "Here we go!"
Sure enough, Evan appeared at the door of the enclosure, armed with broom, dustpan, and basket. He let himself in and was immediately beset with baby pandas pawing at his tools.
"Look," Amelia whispered, "one of them's already in the basket."
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Date: 2017-02-06 04:26 pm (UTC)Fill: SGA, crack-y
Date: 2017-02-07 12:08 am (UTC)"The Pegasus equivalent of snakes," Rodney said.
"Yes, because the Pegasus equivalents of things are never less dangerous," John muttered.
"Their leaders are quite clear," Teyla said. "We must demonstrate our friendliness to the creatures if we are to be trusted."
"Are you friendly with those?" John asked Ronon.
Ronon shrugged. "I used to kill them and eat them, sometimes. When I was a Runner. They're tasty."
"Pretty sure that's the antithesis of friendly," Rodney said.
John glanced at Lorne. "Major, you got any suggestions?"
Lorne said, "Captain Stevens?"
Stevens was already shrugging out of his tac vest. He'd handed his rifle to Walker, his pistol to Reed. He handed his vest to Lorne and then proceeded to strip off his jacket and his t-shirt underneath.
"You got your iPod touch?" he asked Reed.
Reed nodded. "Yep."
"All right. Cue it up."
"Cue what up?" John asked.
Reed was digging an iPod touch out of his pocket and thumbing through its contents.
"Sir," Lorne said, "you remember that time Britney Spears danced with a snake?"
"Ye - no," John said, when Rodney made an affronted sound.
"Well, Stevens's mother was one of the best dancers in Cairo when he was growing up. He learned a few things from her. Danced his way through college," Lorne said.
Rodney huffed. "Stevens can dance?"
But then Stevens, barefoot and wearing nothing but his trousers, which were low-slung on his hips (the cut of his hips was impressive) was crossing the platform toward the elders. He sketched a deep, theatrical bow, then held out his hands, and one of the elders' minions placed the giant, yawning snake across his shoulders.
Stevens smiled at the thing, stroked a hand over its head, and then he told Reed, "Hit it!"
Shakira music spilled from Reed's iPod. Reed fumbled with a button to turn it all the way up, and then -
Damn.
Stevens could dance. He spun across the platform, shimmying his hips, undulating his torso, winding his arms so they looked just like snakes, and the entire time he kept the snake draped around him.
The elders' eyes lit, and they were delighted, started clapping along with the music, and when the song finally ended, everyone burst into applause. Reed and Walker covered their mouths like they were politely hiding yawns, but instead of yawning they both emitted a sound that was basically Xena's war-cry.
Stevens bowed again, dancer-graceful, and surrendered the snake to the minion, and like that, the deal was sealed.
"I can never unsee that," Rodney complained.
John nudged him. "What, you wouldn't want to see me doing that with a snake?"
"As disturbing as that was," Rodney said, "I acknowledge that Stevens developed his unerring sense of stability during spins and muscle control from years of training and practice, and anyone else trying to do that would just look silly."
"Actually," Lorne said, "it's not too hard to learn. Great core workout." He handed Stevens his gear and clothes, and Stevens re-dressed himself with aplomb.
Rodney eyed John speculatively for too long than was comfortable, and John stood up. "So, how about that feasting and celebrating?"
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Date: 2017-02-06 07:00 pm (UTC)Fill: Marvel - Nick Fury - Understanding
Date: 2017-02-07 01:03 am (UTC)Lucky looked up, tongue lolling and grinned a happy dog smile at Nick before woofing his disapproval of the current tree and wandering off to investigate the next one down the line. Nick grimaced, the glare he shot the dog had left men cowering in their boots, but the animal seemed completely unfazed.
Muttering loudly and attempting to set the world on fire with just the power of his mind Nick trailed behind the dog. When or maybe if he ever got back to the office he was going to have a little chat with his senior staff about scheduling and how heads were going to roll if he was ever the only dog sitter available the next time both Clint and Phil were both out on a mission.
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Date: 2017-02-06 07:01 pm (UTC)Fill: Donald Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Interloper
Date: 2017-02-07 01:54 am (UTC)It sounded like he might have given whatever bug had been chasing him to Timmy though, judging from the way he was breathing in Donald's ear. An apology and an offer of breakfast in bed on his lips, Donald rolled onto his side. He blinked, then blinked again to clear his morning blurry vision surprised to find that it was not his husband snorting and snuffling in his ear, but Dr. Watson.
Pleased that Timmy had not caught whatever Donald had been fighting off and more than a little offended by Dr. Watson's morning breath, Donald eased out of bed and reached for his robe. Just because Timmy wasn't sick didn't mean that he didn't deserve breakfast in bed.
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Date: 2017-02-06 07:03 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2017-02-06 10:07 pm (UTC)"The second one is," Sam responded. "That's the thing, people always get the name wrong. The gear I wear is called Redwing Junior, at least not in technical terms." Turning back to the fridge, Sam pulled out a bottle of water and, after a moment's hesitation, a half finished candy bar.
"You know," Sam said, chocolate and caramel goodness crunching under his teeth as he spoke, "he doesn't bite."
Bucky raised his hand again, finally touching the bird. It winced at first at his touch but slowly allowed him to rub two fingers down the side of its head, and then down its back to nearly the tip of its maroon tail.
He chuckled. "I think he likes you, Buck."
Bucky raised an eyebrow, his lips half parted in a question he couldn't quite bring himself to ask.
"Hey, I said he can't bite, but that little dude has one mean peck. Ask Steve, cause boy does he know a thing or two about it."
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Date: 2017-02-07 04:38 am (UTC)Murphy fancied himself a carp sharp. He practiced elaborate shuffles and bottom deals, with limited success. Connor spent hours practicing rope tricks. It took awhile for him to learn to throw the whirling loop of clothesline and not rope himself or Peat. Eventually, he got to the point of being able to lasso a fence post, but not long thereafter, they crossed the pond, and their lives changed. No more hills to roam, no more faithful steed.
Now, they are gunslingers for real. They don't have to yell "Bang! Bang!" anymore--their guns speak for themselves. The imaginary sheep rustlers pale beside the reality of drug dealers and killers. The lone semblance between now and then? They are still the good guys.
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Date: 2017-02-06 07:09 pm (UTC)Fill: Ouran Host Club - Ensemble - Kawaii
Date: 2017-02-07 02:27 am (UTC)Honey jumped at the chance to parade around in an outfit that made him Usa Chan's twin. Not surprisingly he also had the most requests because no one could deny just how cute he was. Not even Mori whose outfit was the personification of the guard dog he was.
The twins, not surprisingly had matching monkey costumes and they acted the part to the cheers and laughter of their fans. They even by passed the forbidden love act just this time.
Everything was going splendidly. That is until Haruhi emerged, shy and embarrassed in her adorable panda suit. Tamaki's squeak could be heard in the next building as could her angry refusals when he tried to drag her out of the room.
In the end it was one of their more successful themes even if it took Tamaki a week to stop sulking.
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Date: 2017-02-07 04:52 am (UTC)(extra happy, please? My indoor/outdoor cat has been gone a couple of days and I'm trying not to worry.)
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