Monday: Post Generator

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Hello, everyone! I’m reeby10 and today's theme is Post Generator. Prompts can be anything from the what should your next post be? generator.

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...
+ Supernatural, any, why would you engage in heated debate with death
+ any, any (+/ any), aaa!! im late for my appointment to try to ban heterosexuality
+ Hannibal (tv), Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, (leading u on a secluded path thru the woods) yeah i guess you could say i reject the agenda of heterosexuality

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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[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, why would you engage in heated debate with death

SPN, Any, Debate

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

Sam groaned, listening to Dean and Death going back and forth in what was becoming a very heated debate. Why? Why, Dean? Just let it go. Those were the words he wanted to yell at his brother. Sitting at the table, elbows propped up, he dropped his head into his hands. Feeling tense and the start of a headache coming on, he rubbed his temples. This was not going to end well. He looked up when he heard his brother yell and slam his hand down on the table.

"No, Death you're wrong." Dean's green eyes flashed with anger. His lips curled into a snarl.

Death stared back at Dean, face expressionless. His left hand clutching his cane and began tapping it against the wooden floor. After several tap, tap, taps, Death lifted his cane and pointed it Dean.

"No, Dean you're wrong." Death lowered the cane and went back to tapping. Sam gave a little smile, realizing the tapping was a countermeasure to distract Dean. Pretty smart. But, Dean wasn't easily thrown off balance. He was an experienced hunter and had been trained to block out distractions.

Dean threw his hands up, as if asking for divine intervention. Exasperated, he swung his body in Death's direction. "How can you even say that?" Dean huffed out as he stared Death down.

A smirk crossed Death's features as he let out a hollow chuckle. "Well, Dean, it's pretty simple. It's just better."

"What do you even base your opinion on?" Dean started pacing the room. Tension rolling off him in waves.

"You do realize who you're dealing with? I've been around for a very long time. I've seen everything come and go." The words spoken by Death were without feeling. A statement of fact.

"And that makes you an expert?" Dean gave a disbelieving snort at Death.

"Dean, dude, calm down." Sam interjected, trying to defuse the situation. Only to have Dean turn on him.

"Stay out of this Sam." Sam raised his hands in a surrendering posture and sat back in his chair.

"He's very high spirited today, isn't he?" Death asked, turning to Sam.

"Passionate is more like it. He's not going to let this go." Sam said pointedly to Death.

"Sam!" Dean growled out, eyes narrowing at his brother. The look said it all. He was a traitor in Dean's eyes.

Death pushed back from the table and stood up. "You want to prove your point so badly and be right? Then, I suggest we continue this at the diner a few blocks from here. We'll meet in one hour."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest and eyed Death. "Fine. Then I'll prove to you that a bacon cheese burger is the way to go. Rather than a plain cheese burger."

"We'll see." Death called over his shoulder as he left.

Sam pushed back from the table and stood up, looking at Dean. "Dean, what the hell is wrong with you? Why would you engage in a heated debate with Death? Especially over a hamburger?"

Dean's eyes widened as if Sam had just slapped him. "First, he's wrong. Second, how can you call it a hamburger? There are times when I wonder if you've ever met me before."

Dean turned his back on Sam, walking away muttering about hamburgers. Sam rolled his eyes and smiled. He called after him.

"Dean do I have to go with you? Dean?"

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any, any (+/ any), aaa!! im late for my appointment to try to ban heterosexuality

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Hannibal (tv), Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, (leading u on a secluded path thru the woods) yeah i guess you could say i reject the agenda of heterosexuality

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

any fandom with undead characters, any, makeup can really transform your appearance. for example i use makeup to emulate life

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Night Vale, Cecil Baldwin, this is a warning: do not disregard popular sitcom 'friends'

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any Doctor, "I'm going to go back in time and engage in heated debate with a decent person!"

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

Steven Universe, any, "this is a warning: do not kinkshame peridot."

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Disney, Ariel/Moana Waialiki, im just small and i expect good things out of a realy tiny seashell

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Riverdale, Cheryl Blossom +/ Jughead Jones, i dont have any friends because i pretend to enjoy stuff

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead (TV), any, do not fear for the end is coming soon. we can revel in the thick clotted mud of the fields. we can declare war against my birth

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Riverdale, Jughead Jones +/ any, ok but consider: endorse the store 'hot topic'

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

GLOW (Netflix), any, (leading you on a tour of the house) and here is the room where i romanticize reagan

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any, any villain, we need to start a fundraiser in order to destroy life

Fill: Fundraiser, G (Justice League cartoon)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Lex braced his hands on the table, leaning forward as he looked around the room at the other gathered villains. He met their eyes one by one, smirking as many of them flinched away from his gaze. Good.

"Despite recent setbacks," he said slowly and very, very deliberately, "I have a new plan."

They perked up at that, eyes shining with greed or blood thirst. He had them on the hook, and he'd barely said anything. They were just too easy.

"We need to start a fundraiser in order to destroy life."

There was silence in the room for a moment, then a burst of sound as all of them began talking at once. Lex straightened up, folding his arms over his chest as he waited for them to calm down. For some of the world’s best supervillains, they were as obnoxious as children sometimes, so it was better to let them just shout it out.

Finally they settled and Toyman raised his hand. Lex nodded at him in acknowledgement. “Why are we destroying life?”

“With us the only ones left,” Lex replied, raising one eyebrow condescendingly, “that would mean we would own everything in the world. Every jewel and artifact would be ours.”

“But don’t you have plenty of money for your plots already?” Killer Frost asked, looking thoroughly uninterested in whatever answer he might give.

Lex gritted his teeth, reminding himself that lashing out at this stage would be counterproductive. “As you may remember,” he growled, “my company was stolen out from under me. I’m a little… light on funds at the moment. So fundraising it is.”

There was a quiet snort of laughter from somewhere at the back of the crowd, but Lex couldn’t tell who it was. Pity, he’d have liked to beat the laughter out of them. Perhaps next time, because none of them every could keep their mouths shut even when they really should.

“We sell Girl Scout cookies?” Solomon Grundy asked. “Grundy like Girl Scout cookies.”

Laughed filled the room and Lex finally just let his head fall into his hands, defeated for the moment. He was so tired of working with these degenerates.

[squidgiepdx]

Any fandom, Any male/any male, i am at peace. i interact with hamburgers

Fill: Burger Time, G (Marvel, Steve/Tony)

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

They went for food as soon as the battle ended, just like always. Battling robots always made Steve hungry, and this time it was his choice, so burgers it was. There was a little place just outside the destruction zone that had the best triple bacon cheeseburger he’d ever had.

Tony flopped down into the chair beside him, already sans armor. He looked tired, a bruise blooming at the corner of his jaw from where the padding in his suit hadn’t been quite enough. Steve leaned in to give it a light kiss, mindful of the very public venue. The rest of the team wouldn’t mind, but he’d rather not have a picture of such a private moment in the papers in the morning.

Their burgers were delivered to the table just a few minutes later, the whole team digging in immediately. As soon as he took his first bite, Tony let out a low, groaning noise that had Steve turning to him in worry.

“Are you alright, Tony?”

“I am at peace,” Tony said through another enormous bite. His eyes rolled back in his head just a little, ketchup smeared at the corner of his mouth. “I interact with hamburgers.”

Steve shook his head and turned to his own burger. “I don’t know how I put up with you.”

[squidgiepdx]

Any fandom, Any male/Any male, "pretend to care about the white house"

FILL: Hope in a new world

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

They share a few good night kisses, light, sweet pecks, and everyone makes their hearts skip a beat as if tap dancing in their chests. Newt’s hand brushes up and down Thomas’s chest, the skin warm and soft underneath Thomas’s shirt. Newt sagged into the arms that offered him shelter from a storm of exhaustion. He stays motionless while Thomas’ fingertips softly caress his cheek, his eyes shimmering with love and fondness. He smiles at Thomas, leans in, kissing him. Safe in warm arms, Newt feels the dreamland calling to him. He yawns sleepy as he lays his head upon Thomas chest, keeping him close enough to feel his heartbeat.

Both of them lay there in the silent night, his soul mate brushes a soothing rhythm of strokes up and down his spine, tracing each vertebrae softly. Thomas tugs the blanket up over them, the warmth cocooning them like soft angel wings, trapping their body heat around them as they lay entangled in each other.

“I love you,” Newts voice is soft, sleepy, the way it only ever is when they are cuddled up together and the dream world is calling his name.

(END)

[squidgiepdx]

Any fandom, Any male/Any male, "sometimes i just wanna slather lotion all over my body and reject the agenda of life"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, author's choice, (sighing sadly) I don't battle the earth?

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, author's choice, whats up? roll across the plains and spread the good word about elves?

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Parks & Recreation (or Leverage), Tom Haverford (or Alec Hardison), yeah sure we have bath bombs that sparkle. bath bombs that change color. we even have ones that have surprises inside. but when will they make a bath bomb that can reblog me

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, any protag + any, I don't care about people who pretend to care about it

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, what could be better? the warm sand of the beach... the nice cool ocean water... the ability to get along with others despite differing opinions about my house

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

any, any, ill take a potato chip...and reject the agenda of everything good in the world

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any scifi, any, if aliens came to earth i think the first thing theyd do would be release america

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Leonard McCoy/any, (sighing wistfully) its time to engage in heated debate with bones

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, i hate this loathsome flesh suit

SPN, Any, Flesh Suit

[jdl71.livejournal.com]

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Yes, his vessel was regarded as handsome. He liked the blue eyes. They always brought him compliments. People would refer to them as baby blues. Or, call them striking. It's not like he actually chose his eye color. The eyes came with this vessel he occupied.

But, sometimes he wondered what he'd look like with Dean's green eyes, or Sam's hazel ones. Maybe he could get those things to put in his eyes to change their color. What were they called again.? He scrunched up his face trying to remember. Oh, yes contact lenses. Then he shook his head, not liking the idea of purposely poking himself in the eye every time he wanted a different color. He did chuckle at the thought of getting black contact lenses, pretending to be a demon. That would "freak out" Dean and Sam.

Maybe it was the hair color. Or the length. Maybe he should grow it out. Be like Sam. But, could he really pull that look of? Somehow he didn't think so. Dean's style was nice, but just not something he wanted to try out. Peering closer to the mirror, he regarded the color. Was it dark brown? It wasn't black. That would be to severe on him. Maybe blonde? He thought about that for a few moments before disregarding that idea. He did like the idea of being a ginger. That was appealing. Not a bright red head, or what he'd heard referenced to as carrot colored. But, in the end he settled on the hair style and color his vessel possessed.

He stepped back from the mirror, taking in his clothing. Was the trench coat too much? He'd been called an accountant in that coat. He wasn't too sure why that might be so bad. The white button down shirt was sensible. But, he hated when blood got on it. Maybe a switch to a black shirt would be better. Less of the blood stains showing. Cocking his head, he decided that was something to really consider. The pants fit well. They were comfortable and allowed for movement. Although, he did like how jeans looked on his vessel. Could it be time for a change up? What was that term? Oh, right, throw a curve ball at Dean and Sam every once in awhile.

But, in the end nothing he did or thought to do would change him. He was an angel. An angel wearing a vessel. One that had accepted him in and allowed him the use of this body. There were times he longed for his true form. Light, so bright that humans could not look upon him. He longed for his wings. To flex them. To feel the wind hitting them. His true size was impressive. He was as tall as the Empire State Building. Not to shabby. How he missed that. He longed for the days when he was able to walk on Earth without the need of his vessel.

He heard the words coming out of his mouth. "Sometimes, I hate this loathsome flesh suit."