Tuesday: 100 Words on Animals
Aug. 21st, 2018 12:07 amHi! I’m
brumeier, and this week we’re going to be filling themes using 100 words or any multiple of 100. Today’s theme is ANIMALS, anything and everything about animals (pets, wild animals, zoos, etc.)!
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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, he pushes to get pets allowed in Atlantis
+ Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, Sherlock tries to train an animal to perform a very specific case-related skill
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, protection detail for a pet that’s worth millions
+ Any Sentinel fusion, Any m/m, unexpected spirit animal(s)
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 2016 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/animals
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...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, he pushes to get pets allowed in Atlantis
+ Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, Sherlock tries to train an animal to perform a very specific case-related skill
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, protection detail for a pet that’s worth millions
+ Any Sentinel fusion, Any m/m, unexpected spirit animal(s)
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 2016 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/animals
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:08 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2018-08-21 06:48 pm (UTC)Sgt. Stevens received his pet first. A ball python. He wrapped her across his shoulders, cooed at her.
The Marines cheered. So did a couple of the zoologists. The sociologists backed away fast.
Dr. Winner, the anthropologist, said, “Where are my mice? This is their cage but it’s empty.”
Stevens immediately looked shifty.
An argument broke out. Rodney ducked around them, found his cat. She had a bit of fur in her teeth, but - Dr. Winner could find more mice. There were mice in Pegasus, right?
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:08 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2018-08-21 07:54 pm (UTC)“What are you trying to do with it?” John asked.
“I need the cat to enter through a cat flap. Then once inside the house I press a button which sends a radio wave from the cat’s collar which disables the security system. It should be so easy.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“The cat refuses to practice going through the dummy cat flap. And it chewed the collar.” The cat smirked.
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:09 am (UTC)Fill -- Yolo, Xolo (200-ish words)
Date: 2018-08-21 06:17 am (UTC)“Pretty sure that isn’t a dog,” Danny mutters back. “I think it’s some kind of warthog.”
They’re supposed to be protecting a rare-breed stud dog who’s on his way to Australia to say g’day to some bitches Down Under. Here they are and here it is. It has four legs and a tail, but otherwise, it’s bald with a pointy face and bat-like ears.
The thing is going walkies with its handler. Its crate is emblazoned CAUTION: Show Dog, and a word that makes them both squint.
“Looks like a bowl of alphabet soup went bad.” Steve snarks.
“Okay, I’ll bite,” Danny finally says to the handler. “What the heck is it? ...A Yolo? You’re kidding, right?”
“It’s pronounced ‘show-low’, short for show-low-its quent-lee.” She points to the long word on the crate: Xoloitzcuintle . “This is Xerxes of Xanadu. He’s insured for two million dollars. What’s in your wallet?”
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Date: 2018-08-21 04:10 am (UTC)Fill -- The Horse in the Pool (3200 words)
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Date: 2018-08-21 06:06 am (UTC)FILL: DC - Edward Nygma & Selina Kyle
Date: 2018-08-23 03:10 pm (UTC)Selina rolled her eyes but didn't look away from her pantry. "Edward, I'm already Arkham certified." Grabbing a cereal box, which was only a month past its expiration date, she turned back towards her house mate. "Since neither of us bothered to stop by the grocery after this evening's little escapade, we won't be feasting like kings."
Edward said nothing, his eyes glued to the table. One hand mechanically rubbed against his bandaged arm, back and forth, forth and back. How he hadn't rubbed the skin underneath raw during the last few hours was a mystery even The Dark Knight couldn't solve.
"You act like Isis took your arm off."
"Not for lack of trying." Of her feline foursome, only Bast had taken any positive interest in him, occasionally brushing past his leg or mewing in his general direction. Pleased with her earlier handiwork, Isis had slipped off to the laundry room earlier and never looked back.
Selina had expected to run home from tonight's incident and lick her wounds, waiting for the enemy to get haughty before she again reared her legs and striked. Why Edward followed her back, she still couldn't be sure. Anyone who was smart in this business - and Edward made sure to remind her of his mental prowess whenever he got the chance - had a few holes stored around the city that they could slink into.
She pulled two bowls down from a cabinet before pouring The Riddler one. He accepted it with a grunt.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"He shouldn't have known about our plan."
Probably because he knows a lot more than you think you do, Selina thought. She forced a smile.
"It's not like we left empty-handed." Pulling off her boot, she slipped out a handful of diamonds onto the floor.
Edward's eyes looked ready to fall out of his head.
"I didn't want to leave without a little reward for my efforts." Sitting down, she took in a large spoonful of cinnamon puffs. "Clean the litter box and you might earn your half."
His face tightened. "You're deluding yourself if you think I would ever-"
"Do it and I'll let you stay the night too."
The only other thing he could give her was his silence, and she wasn't holding her breath on that.
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Date: 2018-08-21 12:34 pm (UTC)Fill -- Blade Runner (1,000_ words)
Date: 2018-08-22 03:33 am (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/15760968
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Date: 2018-08-21 02:39 pm (UTC)Fill: Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett + Danny Williams + Grace Willams (400)
Date: 2018-08-21 05:19 pm (UTC)The only misstep had been getting a live pig. (For the sake of freshness, Steve had said.)
“You stay away from Hampton!” Grace said, blocking the large hog with her body. And one of the unlit torches.
“You named the pig?” Danny asked, exasperated.
The guy who’d come to do the butchering was sitting on the stage, clearly amused. Danny didn’t find it at all funny.
“How could you, Uncle Steve?” Grace asked, the condemnation in her voice visibly wilting the normally impenetrable Super SEAL.
“You wanted a luau, Gracie,” Steve tried to explain. “You know we have the pig.”
“Those pigs were already dead,” she replied with unbeatable kid logic. “Hampton can still live a long, full life. I won’t eat him!”
Steve looked helplessly at Danny, who held up his hands and took a step back. He wasn’t about to throw himself in the line of fire over a pig.
“But this is what he was bred for,” Steve said. Poor bastard thought he had a chance of changing Grace’s mind. Danny almost felt sorry for him.
“I don’t care what he was bred for.” If looks could kill, Steve would be a pile of embers on the lanai. “Hampton is my pig and I say he gets to live.”
Okay, maybe he had to interject just a little. “We’re not keeping a pig as a pet, Monkey. It’s not like he’s one of the little ones you can put in a harness.”
“I’m willing to entertain other, non-lethal ideas,” Grace said graciously.
The pig butcher hopped off the stage. “If I may? Gunstock Ranch has a petting zoo. And they already have one pig.”
“Call them, Uncle Steve,” Grace ordered. “I’m staying out here with Hampton to make sure you don’t try anything funny.”
Steve finally surrendered, which showed he wasn’t above all hope. Once he promised not to cook and eat the pig, Grace readily forgave him for his wrongful thinking. Hampton the pig attended Grace’s pork-free luau with a big bow around his neck, and Steve took her to visit him at the petting zoo. A lot.
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Date: 2018-08-21 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-08-21 03:55 pm (UTC)Fill: Go Fetch
Date: 2018-08-22 03:01 am (UTC)It wasn't the first act of destruction. He wouldn't eat. He tore apart Pappy's tent, looking for his owner. He howled all night - and all day - and was going to get himself or a pilot killed, running around the airstrip.
"That dog's keeping everyone awake." T.J. dumped his head on top of the table. The bags under his eyes were big enough to hide a Zero in.
"He misses Pappy," Larry said.
"Yeah, who doesn't?" Bob asked. He shook his head in disgust. "I know, I know. Nobody say it."
"We still need to do something with the dog." Jerry took a seat across from T.J.
"He doesn't like any of us," T.J. said.
"Not the way he liked Pappy, no," Bob agreed.
Larry scratched the back of his head. "He did like Jim."
"Gutterman?" Bob leaned back, considering. "Yeah, he did."
"So...how do we get Meatball to Jim?" T.J. asked. "Since he got sent home?"
They exchanged looks. Jerry said, tentatively, "Red Cross?"
Bob snapped his fingers. "The nurses might know someone who could take him."
Larry grinned. "Operation 'Go Fetch' is a go."
It took about three weeks and considerable amounts of grease in one form or another, but finally, one afternoon in California, a stocky man leaning on a cane smiled at the sight of a wooden kennel. Limping over to the kennel, Jim Gutterman bent down as much as he could. "Hey, Meatball," he said.
Something scrabbled inside the kennel. A black nose appeared at one of the air holes. A beady eye blinked up at Jim. Jim unlocked the door and whistled low at the sight of the dog inside the kennel.
"Meatball, you look bad, buddy."
He'd lost even more weight during his trip from Vella la Cava. Still, he wagged his tail - and that was enough for Jim. "We'll get you back to fighting weight in no time, boy," he said, hooking a leash to Meatball's collar. "Then I've got a job for you to do."
The envelope wasn't too big, but heavy enough to catch Larry's attention. He opened it up, finding a photograph in a cardboard frame - a picture of a white bull terrier standing on top the hood of a new Chevrolet. Jim Gutterman leaned against the car. Above them both was a sign that read "Meatball Mechanics".
"Operation Go Fetch was a success," Larry laughed.
"You ready to get out of there?"
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