Thursday: Nuance
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swirlsofblue and today's theme is Nuance. Prompts can be anything around taking different interpretations or different meanings from things, reading between the lines, what's there to be found in the minutiae of things.
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...
+ Sherlock, Mycroft Holmes + Sherlock Holmes, you see but you don't understand
+ Xmen, Charles Xavier, no one ever thinks how dangerous he is, and no one considers that it's by his design
+ The Originals, Freya Mikaelson/Keelin, it's the look in their eyes
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.
swirlsofblue and today's theme is Nuance. Prompts can be anything around taking different interpretations or different meanings from things, reading between the lines, what's there to be found in the minutiae of things.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...
+ Sherlock, Mycroft Holmes + Sherlock Holmes, you see but you don't understand
+ Xmen, Charles Xavier, no one ever thinks how dangerous he is, and no one considers that it's by his design
+ The Originals, Freya Mikaelson/Keelin, it's the look in their eyes
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: 2017-04-20 07:00 am (UTC)The BMOL has made it their mission to wipe anything this side of human from the face of the Earth.
Sam can be construed as inhuman.
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Date: 2017-10-19 02:29 pm (UTC)"Tell her to bend and not break," Mindelan says serenely, "to allow the words to wash off her and remain unchanged when they are pointlessly cruel or foolish, and to incorporate them when they have a necessary truth."
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Date: 2017-04-20 12:18 pm (UTC)Shadowhunters - Raphael/Simon
Date: 2019-09-23 11:55 pm (UTC)“I’m so sorry!”
Simon says holding one hand out to the human girl who looks like she’s about to faint from blood loss.
“Oh my God! I...I didn’t mean to – I....”
Even in a bar with willing participants Simon feels the need to ask if he can bite, and Raphael just finds it both parts annoying and intriguing. Maybe it’s the good catholic boy inside that he once used to be that makes him understand Simon better than most. The wanting to do things right, not because it’s for show, but because it’s actually who Simon is, who he’s hardwired to be. That doesn’t just go away because you get turned into a vampire from one night to the next. It takes time to forget who your hardwired to be. Something Raphael knew all too well about.
“Will you stop asking already!”
Raphael’s’ annoyed voice is heard as he appears from behind Simon and grabs the human girl, his fangs releasing as he digs them into skin that breaks upon contact with his mouth. Drinking just the right amount to have the blond girl fall to the cold concrete ground from the strain of blood loss surging through her fragile human body.
Passed out on the cold ground ‘till someone finds her and wakes her up, asking what’s gone on. And the girl not having a clue. Not even remembering who either Simon or Raphael are. If shed pass them on the street.
“Here, drink...”
“That’s an order, not a request!”
Raphael says grabbing Simon by the collar of his shirt and crashing their lips together so Simon can taste the fresh warm blood still in Raphael’s mouth as he crushes their mouths together. He bites down on Simon’s bottom lip and watches for his reaction.
“Ow!”
Simon protest, a hand going straight up to his lip where he had been bitten and assaulted. Checking for blood which Simon finds when he moves his hand away.
Raphael grabs him again, this time pushing him hard against the wall of the alleyway.
“Don’t make me make you finish what you start again.”
But the hard on that Raphael has between his legs speaks to the fact that Raphael feels less like a mother teaching her child to eat, having to force feed her babe because it can't quite eat on it’s own, but instead an alpha expert hunter vampire that’s mildly but none the less intrigued and sexually curious with one Simon Lewis.
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Date: 2017-04-22 09:59 pm (UTC)Considering he was called out of the house when he should have been not only off duty but off the call list, Joe doesn't think that getting home at just past eleven at night is a bad thing. He'd expected it to be far later. Still, he's careful when he slides his key into the front door, even more careful when he pushes it open and steps inside. He pauses just inside the threshold, cocks his head and listens carefully until the silence tells him everything that he needs to know.
He slides his coat from his shoulders, hangs it up on the coat rack and steps into the living room, a smile coming to his lips as he sees Caitlin lying on the couch, eyes closed, her breathing deep and even. She's partly covered by the throw from the back of the couch and she doesn't stir as he comes to stand beside her. He says her name quietly, hoping that his voice will break into her dreams and when he sees her nose twitch, hears her take a deep breath, he perches on the edge of the couch, rubs a hand along her shoulder. It's the gentlest way he knows to wake her and considering some of the nightmares he knows still plague her, the last thing he wants to do is scare her.
"It's just me," he says when she opens her eyes, blinking sleepily up at him. Only for a minute though, and then she's smiling up at him, that smile that she reserves for him and him alone.
"What time is it?" she asks, making like she's going to sit up before giving it up as a bad job, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath instead.
"Little after eleven," he tells her and her brows rise in obvious surprise. "We finished up earlier than I thought." He twists his head around, glancing towards the stairs. "How were they?"
Caitlin chuckles, shakes her head. "Inexhaustible." Which is something that he knows all too well, and is one of the reasons why he'd been loath to leave her alone with the twins. Seventeen months old, they'd just become steady on their feet and were now running rather than walking everywhere; the only saving grace being that, at present, they didn't have their father's super speed.
Joe sighed. "I'm sorry-" he begins and she frowns as she shakes her head, propping herself up on one elbow.
"You had to work," she says, scooting a little closer towards him, looping her arms around his neck. "Besides..." A smile comes to her lips that's slightly devilish. "I'm sure we can think of some way that you can make it up to me..."
"Oh, can we now?" Joe lifts an eyebrow as he slides one arm around her waist. "You got something in mind?"
Turns out, she has and she doesn't waste any time in showing him exactly what, leaving Joe to think he really should get called away more often.
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Date: 2017-04-30 12:40 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2017-04-22 09:59 pm (UTC)Considering he was called out of the house when he should have been not only off duty but off the call list, Joe doesn't think that getting home at just past eleven at night is a bad thing. He'd expected it to be far later. Still, he's careful when he slides his key into the front door, even more careful when he pushes it open and steps inside. He pauses just inside the threshold, cocks his head and listens carefully until the silence tells him everything that he needs to know.
He slides his coat from his shoulders, hangs it up on the coat rack and steps into the living room, a smile coming to his lips as he sees Caitlin lying on the couch, eyes closed, her breathing deep and even. She's partly covered by the throw from the back of the couch and she doesn't stir as he comes to stand beside her. He says her name quietly, hoping that his voice will break into her dreams and when he sees her nose twitch, hears her take a deep breath, he perches on the edge of the couch, rubs a hand along her shoulder. It's the gentlest way he knows to wake her and considering some of the nightmares he knows still plague her, the last thing he wants to do is scare her.
"It's just me," he says when she opens her eyes, blinking sleepily up at him. Only for a minute though, and then she's smiling up at him, that smile that she reserves for him and him alone.
"What time is it?" she asks, making like she's going to sit up before giving it up as a bad job, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath instead.
"Little after eleven," he tells her and her brows rise in obvious surprise. "We finished up earlier than I thought." He twists his head around, glancing towards the stairs. "How were they?"
Caitlin chuckles, shakes her head. "Inexhaustible." Which is something that he knows all too well, and is one of the reasons why he'd been loath to leave her alone with the twins. Seventeen months old, they'd just become steady on their feet and were now running rather than walking everywhere; the only saving grace being that, at present, they didn't have their father's super speed.
Joe sighed. "I'm sorry-" he begins and she frowns as she shakes her head, propping herself up on one elbow.
"You had to work," she says, scooting a little closer towards him, looping her arms around his neck. "Besides..." A smile comes to her lips that's slightly devilish. "I'm sure we can think of some way that you can make it up to me..."
"Oh, can we now?" Joe lifts an eyebrow as he slides one arm around her waist. "You got something in mind?"
Turns out, she has and she doesn't waste any time in showing him exactly what, leaving Joe to think he really should get called away more often.
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Date: 2017-04-21 02:26 am (UTC)Fill: Stranger Things, Eddie Munson + Steve Harrington (no spoilers for season 4)
Date: 2022-06-21 03:46 am (UTC)The dark used to be a make out place. A place to be alone with his thoughts and a well-rolled joint. The shadows in the corner of a room added ambience during a campaign of the Hellfire Club. The shadows hid him during certain sales transactions.
That was all Before.
Before Eddie learned what horrors could be hiding in the dark. Watching. Waiting. Slithering.
Now when the lights went out, when Eddie couldn’t see any imminent threats headed his way, every noise seemed amplified. The hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. The rattle of the fan in the corner. The plink, plink, plink of the bathroom sink. There were noises outside his window – scratching and scraping and rustling. The bumping of a moth against the window screen.
Was that something sliding along the hallway carpet? A footstep, maybe. Or an otherworldly tentacle, thick and slimy.
Every night Eddie tried to power through, tried to man up and go to sleep, and every night he fumbled for the bedside lamp, his heart in his throat and his skin clammy with fear, certain he’d turn the light on and see something fanged and terrible looming over his bed.
Have you considered just sleeping with the light on? Steve grumbled over the phone.
“Oh, yeah, because that’s cool.” Eddie clutched the handset of the phone so hard he worried the plastic might crack. He had a cigarette in his other hand.
As uncool as sleep deprivation?
“How do you do it?” Eddie asked. “How do you get past it?”
I’ll let you know.
“Right. Like you sleep with a light on. King Steve, ruler of Hawkins, slayer of demons.”
If you’re gonna heckle me, I’m gonna stop answering the phone after midnight.
Eddie was immediately contrite. He owed Steve his life. And maybe badass Steve Harrington really did have to sleep with a light on. So what? Sometimes the dark exposed things the sunlight couldn’t touch and being afraid was the key to survival in an upside-down world. Pun intended but possibly in poor taste.
Listen, Munson, Steve said with a sigh. You can’t always be afraid. It’s exhausting, quite frankly. So you sleep with the light on, and you make the most of the daytime hours, until you find reasons not to be so scared anymore.
“Fake it till you make it?”
Sure.
Eddie took a long drag off his cigarette and let the smoke out on a shaky breath. He could do that. It wasn’t that different from playing D&D, really. All in his head.
Tell me about your new campaign, Steve said, as if he was reading Eddie’s mind. Or maybe they’d just been spending too much time together.
But it was a good distraction, so Eddie launched into the latest scenario he’d set up for the club. By the time he was halfway through, Steve was asleep. Eddie stubbed out his – Third? Fourth? – cigarette and lay back down in his bed, phone still pressed against his ear.
He tried not to feel weird letting Steve’s deep, even breaths lull him into sleep.