Thursday: Grey
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raktajinos and today's theme is Grey. So far this week, we've been doing colours - the primary colours to be specific. Today's focus is on grey. Prompts can be about the colour grey, characters that exist in the greyzone, about the emotions that come to mind (such as confusion, clarity, duality, etc), or you can refer it to weather, iconography, fandoms, character names, etc. This week we'll be embracing all the colours of the wind!
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...
+ MCU, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, he felt guilty for having the love of such a good man when he himself was anything but
+ Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, she met her first grey hair with pride
+ Bitten, Elena Michaels, the cold walls of Stonehaven held secrets and warmth that were undeniably warm
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.
raktajinos and today's theme is Grey. So far this week, we've been doing colours - the primary colours to be specific. Today's focus is on grey. Prompts can be about the colour grey, characters that exist in the greyzone, about the emotions that come to mind (such as confusion, clarity, duality, etc), or you can refer it to weather, iconography, fandoms, character names, etc. This week we'll be embracing all the colours of the wind!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...
+ MCU, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, he felt guilty for having the love of such a good man when he himself was anything but
+ Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, she met her first grey hair with pride
+ Bitten, Elena Michaels, the cold walls of Stonehaven held secrets and warmth that were undeniably warm
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.
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:43 pm (UTC)Not a fill, but
Date: 2018-07-19 01:50 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill, but
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:45 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2018-07-19 05:24 pm (UTC)The Genii weren’t interested in the Cure, were still interested in C4 and nuclear bombs and blowing the Wraith out of the sky.
This was a more viable option. Of course, once the Wraith were cured, they were officially human. The only moral thing to do, Richard explained, as to cure all the Wraith, so that the leftover Wraith wouldn’t turn to feeding on the former Wraith. So Atlantis went for it, the cure.
Anyone and everyone who could be helpful in the production of the cure, every scientist, every officer, every soldier who’d even once held a pipette in a science class in high school, was drafted into the labs to help. Anyone who wasn’t helping with the cure was helping with retrofitting all of the jumpers with hyperspace drives and Asgard beaming tech so they could beam aerosol dispersion devices aboard various Wraith hive ships.
Sure, no one had any sleep, and everyone was running on coffee for weeks on end, but that wasn’t the hard part.
The hard part was what to do with the Wraith once they’d been cured. They’d need real human food. They’d need places to live. They’d need some way to occupy their time, something to keep them busy so they’d feel fulfilled, live productive lives. So they wouldn’t feel the itch to make war.
It was the anthropologists who had the best plan. Place the crew of each hive on a separate uninhabited planet. Teach them the traditional farming methods of different countries. There were enough hive ships that every country on the expedition could be represented. Let each planet develop its own language and culture from what the Tau’ri taught them. No one would interfere once they’d been set up. They’d be but on planets with space gates so they would be isolated.
And protected, from people like the Genii or other human populations who’d want revenge on the former Wraith.
Like Michael Kenmore, none of them would remember who they’d been before or what they’d done. All of them tabulua rasa, wiped clean. They shouldn’t be punished for what they hadn’t really done.
But there was the problem of sustaining the population. There were far too many male Wraith and only a handful of Wraith queens. And there was no guarantee that any child produced by two former Wraith would also be human. So it was easy, to speak to some allies, and agree to redistribute the population. Let the former Queens mingle on other planets, start lives of their own. And if any other decimated populations were willing to take on new blood, a few of the drones or officers could be redistributed as well.
When they woke in their new state, they didn’t remember themselves, and they didn’t remember each other, so trauma from redistribution would be minimal at worst, nonexistent at best.
It was a brilliant plan.
The SGC was willing to send a host of new civilians from different countries to assist with the reeducation of the former Wraith. It was going to be an international cooperative effort on an historic scale.
It was the best solution possible - lives preserved, unnecessary warfare avoided, and a peaceful resolution for all.
Except Evan couldn’t stop the uneasy feeling that had settled, low in his gut, since the first day Jennifer announced her cure. And when he was on a planet, named New Hanggul, helping a couple of language teachers show a classroom of docile, white-haired young men how to do proper calligraphy, he saw one of them pause, look at his paintbrush, and bring it to his face, leave a splash of black ink there.
The teachers immediately stopped him, cautioning him, chastising him like he was a child.
But the other students in the room looked at him, intrigued, and Evan’s unease deepened.
During a break, one of the young men, who’d cut his hair, stood beside Evan outside of the school building. Evan was sipping from his canteen.
The man tipped his head back and looked at the sky and said, “I know it’s impossible, but I miss flying.”
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-29 10:42 pm (UTC)“Can I help?”
Tony looked up from the photos in his hand, turning to see Steve standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Um, I guess? I don’t know. I’m just trying to find… something.”
Steve made his way into the room, picking his way around the packing materials and items he didn’t recognize that Tony had strewn around the room. “What is all this?”
“Dad’s… everything,” Tony answered, gesturing expansively. And then realizing he still held the pictures. He glanced down, looking at the faded faces. One of those faces was in brilliant color right in front of him. “I think these might actually belong to you.” He held the pictures out to Steve.
Gently Steve took them from Tony, sitting down abruptly when he got a good look at them. “I remember when Howard took these.” He indicated one. “Bucky… this was right before we took the train. We lost Bucky on that mission.” Another brought a sad smile. “This was the night after my ‘crack’ staff, as Peggy called them, were prepping. I think the only ones not hung over were me and Bucky.”
“You should keep those,” Tony suggested. “Dad would have wanted…”
Steve offered them back. “They’re Howard’s pictures. I couldn’t.”
Tony shook his head. “They mean a lot more to you than to me. Go ahead and keep them. Or better yet.” Tony took them and stood up, heading over to a table. “Friday? Can you scan these? Clean them up a little?”
“Of course, boss.”
“Tony, we shouldn’t be distracted.”
“It’ll only take a second.” Tony waved off his concerns, turning back to the boxes. “And that must mean those boxes are from when Dad worked with the military. So I’m thinking there’s not a whole lot to help in there.”
“Do you really think you can find something to defeat Thanos in here?”
“Never know until I try,” Tony answered. “Want to help look?”
“Sure.” Steve settled back down, reaching into the closest box and beginning to help sort.
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:47 pm (UTC)FILL: Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, Older
Date: 2018-07-19 02:09 pm (UTC)A hand touched his back and he glanced behind him to see Magnus. He turned and kissed him, momentarily forgetting about what he had found only minutes earlier until Magnus' fingers began to move along his chest. He pulled back, a frown on his face.
"Alexander? What's wrong?"
Alec sighed. "I found gray."
Magnus looked confused for a second, his eyes flickering to Alec's hair. "Alec-"
"Not there," Alec said, taking Magnus' hand and placing it on his chest. "Here."
Magnus looked at him for a moment before smiling softly and leaning in for a kiss. "And yet, you still look just as handsome as ever." He kissed him again, moving his hands down to Alec's waist and pulling him closer. "Are you needed at the Institute right away?"
Alec shook his head and Magnus began to lead him towards their bed, just like he had the day Alec woke up to find the first gray hair on his head.
Re: FILL: Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, Older
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-29 12:18 am (UTC)But the room wasn’t empty; Steve was sitting cross-legged on the floor with the huge screen currently blue. “Are you planning to watch a movie?” Bucky asked quietly.
Steve glanced over his shoulder before making room for Bucky to sit next to him. “No.” Once the other man settled on the floor, Steve explained, “Stark was telling me that he had all the newsreels. The ones we used to watch in the theater. I was trying to decide if I wanted to watch any of them.”
Bucky knocked his shoulder against the other man’s. “I don’t see a projector.”
“No. He has them on file?” Steve sounded unsure.
“If I may interject, Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes?” JARVIS said.
Yeah, JARVIS?” Bucky asked
“Sir has an extensive collection of not only newsreels, but Mr. Stark Senior’s files, reels of the commandos, and Ms. Carter.” There was a pause for a moment as if JARVIS was letting them digest the news. “All of them have been digitized and restored. I would be pleased to play whatever you desire.”
The two men exchanged glances. “How extensive are the files?” Steve asked.
The blue screen in front of them went abruptly blank, then words began to scroll across it, too quickly for even a super soldier to read. “Precisely two million four hundred eighty-nine thousand six hundred and thirty-four newsreels,” JARVIS replied. “I can, of course, translate the ones not in English. Stark Senior’s files number…”
“Okay.” Steve held up a hand. “Do you…” He glanced at Bucky. “Are there any newsreels from V-E Day? Specifically in New York?” he clarified. “And then...the Commandos.” When Bucky nodded, Steve’s voice firmed. “In France. Or Belgium.” Steve wanted to stay away from where they lost Bucky.
“Of course, Captain.”
Bucky snagged a blanket from the back of one of the couches, wrapping it around the two of them. Then he settled back to watch the memories and people that were long gone with the one piece that was still here.
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-07-19 01:52 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: + Evan
Date: 2018-07-19 09:46 pm (UTC)Thing was, John wasn’t looking to talk to Lorne about feeling like a woman inside, or wanting to sleep with both men and women, or even just men, or wanting to sleep with multiple people at once (and he turned a blind eye to the goings on among some of the Marine fire teams, because what they did on their own time was their business so long as they passed muster every day).
John was pretty sure Lorne had never heard about what he wanted to talk about.
He tracked Lorne down in one of the common rooms on what must have been his designated Sunday, because he wasn’t in uniform, was in fact barefoot and was sitting cross-legged on a comfy Ancient recliner thingie, a sketchpad across his knees, charcoal smeared on his fingers.
But Lorne said, “Hello, sir,” when he saw John.
John thought the door closed behind him. “Hey, I was wondering if we could...talk.”
Lorne’s eyebrows went up, but he nodded, set aside his sketchpad and pencils, gestured to the seat opposite him. “Sure.” He used a wet wipe to clean off his hands.
John’s palms were sweaty. He wiped them on his thighs, then sat down on the other recliner, but he didn’t lean back.
“What’s up?” Lorne asked, tone carefully casual. He was understandably wary, because military men were not known for wanting to talk, let alone about something like feelings, and also John was his commanding officer.
John cleared his throat. “I’ve heard you’re the guy to talk to about...stuff. Alternative stuff.”
Immediately Lorne’s wariness vanished, and he nodded. “Yeah. No one asks me, and I don’t tell.”
“It’s not that,” John said quickly. “I’m not into other men. And I feel like a man. Inside. I just -” He paused, took a deep breath.
“It’s okay,” Lorne said gently. “This is a safe space.”
John shot him a look. He didn’t like being coddled. “I’m not interested in sex with anyone at all,” he said, because if he beat around the bush Lorne would probably offer up more sympathy and platitudes.
But Lorne nodded. “Okay.”
John was suspicious of how calm he was. “I’m not - no one ever hurt me or anything when I was a kid or whatever.”
“I wasn’t assuming anyone had,” Lorne said, his tone still calm and even. “And I’m glad no one hurt you when you were younger.”
“I just - people are pretty, sometimes. Like a nice painting. But I never want to do it with anyone. I mean, I have, I was married once, but - other people are just…” John looked away for a moment. He’d never realized how blue Lorne’s eyes were, how intense his gaze was. No wonder the Marines were afraid of him when he got mad.
“I have a sex drive. Occasionally I get the itch and want to take care of it. Just - by myself. Having someone else involved would be -” John shuddered.
Lorne nodded. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”
Finally John couldn’t take it anymore. “How are you so damn calm about this?”
Lorne shrugged. “You’re not the only person in the world who’s asexual.”
Was he saying what John thought he was saying?
“I thought the asexual was thing for, I don’t know, jellyfish or something,” John said.
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:53 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, a handful of silver (Browning)
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:55 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Somewhere there is a dull room (Denise Levertov)
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:56 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, eyes dulled to a halt (Sylvia Plath)
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Date: 2018-07-19 01:59 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, dark as the leathery dead (Anne Sexton)
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Date: 2018-07-19 02:01 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Shadows unearthing Kingdom Come & rallying the dead (Yusef Komunyakaa)
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Date: 2018-07-19 02:02 pm (UTC)He says "Green is the color that everyone sees all around me
Grey is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur"
The more the crowd cheers, the less I can hear
And they don't really care what I play, it might be for her
But for now it's between green and grey
(Nickel Creek)
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Date: 2019-06-30 05:19 am (UTC)But he knew the truth.
He knew who’d started all the fights back in Brooklyn. He knew who’d lied and tried to join the Army (and although no one else knew… the Navy and Marines before Bucky had been drafted.)
He also knew that he was the one who’d sent men to face their deaths time and time again. And actually sent his best friend and the man he loved to his death.
Then Bucky looked at him… with all the love and affection that he’d always held. And even though Steve still loved him… he still felt guilty. Because he wasn’t the good man everyone thought he was.
But he smiled and carried on… because he couldn’t lose Bucky again.
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Date: 2018-07-19 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
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