Monday Monday: 100 words
Jun. 18th, 2018 07:45 amHello, everyone. I’m
untldeathtakeme, your virgin host for this week, so please excuse the mess/mayhem/sharks and baby dragons. I'm starting simply today to warm up and today's theme is 100-word fills. Prompts may be anything, fills 100 words or multiples thereof. Happy prompting!
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, Any+/Any, sea animals (points for rays,skates,sharks)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Stephen Strange+/Any, feeding the soul of a man who ignores his far too frequently
+ Doctor Who, Ten or Twelve+/Any, a strange sunset or sunrise prompts feelings
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 2018 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.
tag= 100 words
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, Any+/Any, sea animals (points for rays,skates,sharks)
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Stephen Strange+/Any, feeding the soul of a man who ignores his far too frequently
+ Doctor Who, Ten or Twelve+/Any, a strange sunset or sunrise prompts feelings
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 2018 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.
tag= 100 words
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Date: 2018-06-18 02:50 pm (UTC)Fill: Hunger Games trilogy, D4 OCs + Mags, Harbor Life (100 x 5)
Date: 2018-06-18 05:30 pm (UTC)“Is this an extra low tide sort of morning?” Faline quizzed her friend from their spots side-by-side on her porch.
“Probably so.” Mags carefully hopped down from the porch to meet her young callers. “…Why’d it have to be a shark,” she sighed back in Faline’s direction. “Couldn’t it have just been a ray or a skate for once?”
Faline followed her. “Should I come along with you?”
“If you're subtle about it-“
The fastest runner, a girl with red hair in a long braid, had made it up the slope. “Mags,” she held out her hands, “Mags, it’s kind of strange.”
“In what way?” the victor inquired, holding Chica’s hands as she took a moment to catch her breath.
“It’s…weirdly colored,” Chica suggested, shrugging her shoulders, “Also, I think it’s still alive.”
“Well,” Mags turned along with her, closing the last remaining yards to meet the other four children making up his group, “If that’s the case, I think I have something of a duty to it, whether I like it or not.”
“It’s not splashing around,” Chica indicated, “But if you-“
“If you touch him, the shark still moves,” broke in Minnow Odair.
“Hey, don’t be going around touching unknown sharks on the beach,” Faline scolded the boy.
“I think he’s stuck,” Minnow protested.
“It’s in a tide pool,” one of the girls clarified.
They took advantage of the low tide to head back over the temporary sand bar to the main beach. “Oh,” Mags exclaimed, “That’s the pinkest mud shark I have ever seen,” while simultaneously letting out a gasp of relief (and her sigh here was echoed by Faline’s).
The shark was largely contained by the nearest rock tide pool revealed by the lower-than-usual tide. This was the first Mags had heard of this type of small shark coming in this close to the district.
Mags, Faline, and the five children who had summoned their victor surrounded the area. “…I’m not sure if I tried to hoist him out if it would do much good,” Mags admitted. “It might be better to wait for the tide.”
“No,” Minnow groaned, “Mags, come on!”
“Fine,” Mags stepped up. Suddenly the reasoning behind the oar the smallest boy was carrying became clear. “May I borrow that, dear?”
A nod of his head and she was equipped with a half-decent scoop for moving the mud shark.
“Go Mags!” Faline encouraged her.
A scoop and a miss, but seeing how lukewarm the mud shark’s attempt at avoiding the oar had been, Mags went in for a second try. …and then with that, success! “Stay back,” she warned the young company around her.
She would have moved the mud shark all the way back to the water if she could’ve, but before moving that far, it had slid off. …But it didn’t look back for one moment.
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Date: 2018-06-18 02:51 pm (UTC)Fill x2: IronStrange
Date: 2018-06-18 07:48 pm (UTC)“Yes, sir. Now playing Somebody to Love by Queen.”
Stephen groaned from his spot on the couch, but the embarrassed smile on his face gave him away.
As Freddie Mercury crooned the opening line, Tony picked up their drinks and drifted back towards Stephen. He set the drinks down on the coffee table and proceeded to straddle Stephen on the couch.
“Each morning I get up, I die a little.” Tony sang along.
“Can barely stand on my feet.” Stephen answered.
As the song continued to play, Tony took his time leaning in for a kiss because Stephen was still singing and he didn’t want to interrupt a small moment of joy for the sorcerer.
“Can anybody find me…” Stephen looked up at Tony and stopped singing. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”
Tony grinned and finished closing what little distance remained between them.
As Freddie continued to resound in the background, Stephen and Tony kissed until they ran out of breath, their drinks momentarily forgotten.
When they parted, Stephen smiled slyly.
“Mr. Stark, you’re trying to seduce me.”
Tony smirked, leaning in again. “Am I?”
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Date: 2018-06-18 04:25 pm (UTC)Fill: Everyone lives/No-one dies
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Date: 2018-06-18 05:18 pm (UTC)5X Fill
Date: 2018-06-19 12:31 am (UTC)“You say that every night,” Angel mutters through teeth that are suddenly clenching.
“Don’t get catty at me, Angelcakes. I say it because it’s true. Someone needs to put you two together. You keep fawning over each other.”
“She doesn’t fawn over me!”
“Yes, she does!”
“That’s bull -- “
Cordelia opens the door and looks, wide-eyed, at the Demon and Vampire. Then she narrows her beautiful, hazel eyes in suspicion, and Angel feels a part of himself melt in response. “What are you two arguing about?”
“Nothing,” they say in unison.
“That he’ll tell you about any way,” Lorne adds, narrowing his own, red eyes at the Vampire.
“What won’t you tell me?” Cordelia asks, slowly handing Angel his mug of cinnamon-tinged blood. He sniffs the cinnamon and knows that she must care about him to put it in his blood, heat his blood up out of a bag every night, and have it waiting for him when he first comes into his office. She cares about him. There’s no mistaking that, but she could never love him. Besides, even if she could somehow, by some miracle, find it within herself to love him, he can not allow himself to love her. That road can only bring heartache, and he’ll never do that to any woman, but especially not Cordy, ever again.
Grinning impishly, Lorne sips his wine and sashays away.
“Lorne!” Angel’s voice comes out as a half-growl, half-grumble in protest.
Lorne turns back once and grins at him over the lip of his champagne glass. “You’re on your own on this one, honeybunch.”
“What,” Cordelia repeats, her voice now thinning, “won’t you tell me?”
She’s growing angry. She thinks it’s something bad. She can’t know his moon rises and sets in her. Angel looks down into the blood in his cup and sniffs the cinnamon again.
Cordelia steps closer. “What,” she repeats again, her fury quietly building, “won’t you tell me?”
He lets the words go in a rush. “I like me better when I’m with you.” He peeks up at her from his mug and is surprised to see the beautiful smile flushing her face. Her eyes seem to sparkle as she gazes up at him. In that moment, he aches to reach out to her, to draw her close to him, but he know he can not. He yearns for the taste of her lips but forces himself to swallow the blood instead.
“I like me better when I’m with you too,” Cordelia agrees, her own words also coming out rushed. She giggles as the blood Angel’s drinking somehow flushes his pale face.
He downs the rest of the blood in a single gulp. “Good,” he says hurriedly. “Now that that’s settled what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
She starts to shift the papers in her hands. “Well, there’s a nest -- “
He grabs the file. “I’ll start there,” he says and is out the door before she can say anything else.
The End
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Date: 2018-06-18 05:18 pm (UTC)And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small
Though I try to resist I still want it all
(Troye Sivan, “Fools”)
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Date: 2018-06-18 05:19 pm (UTC)Every time you take a sip,
your lips wet with wine,
I wish I was that glass.
(Michael Faudet, “The Wish”)
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Date: 2018-06-18 05:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-06-18 05:27 pm (UTC)[fill] Sinfull
Date: 2018-06-19 03:13 am (UTC)A canvas of pale skin, adorned with random, perfect moles, honey-colored eyed, a pert nose, and the most sinful pair of lips.
Surely, the Dead Sea Scrolls hold a lost passage declaring this man's beautiful smile a sin. Derek had never had chills simple from someone licking their beautiful smile.
Yet, it was happening. When the floppy-haired boy complained to 'Stiles', he was lost. Time to commit a sin.
~Fin~
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Date: 2018-06-19 12:18 am (UTC)It's been ages since I wrote in this fandom!)
He walked into his office and was greeted by his head nurse walking up to him, wrapping her arms around him, and giving him a huge, tight hug. Becker was still pouting when she let go. “Oh, Hell! It’s gonna be that kind of a day, isn’t it?!”
“It is a Monday,” Linda helpfully pointed out from behind the desk.
“I’m not doing this,” Becker decided. He turned to storm out of his office only to find that Margaret had not quite released him.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she said and skillfully yanked on his tie until he stumbled forward.
The End
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