October 4th

Oct. 3rd, 2011 09:33 pm
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[personal profile] bridgetmkennitt posting in [community profile] chromaticvision
Participants can create for either/both today's prompts or previous days' prompts (the latter on the previous days' entries).

Day 1 on IJ | Day 1 on DW
Day 2 on IJ | Day 2 on DW
Day 3 on IJ | Day 3 on DW



Prompt 1

Or this link to the YouTube video if embed doesn't work for you.
Rolling In The Deep by Adele

Prompt 2

Description: Two glasses filled with pink drinks.

Prompt 3
All phantom and shadow, so silent
It must have seemed I hadn't wakened,
But passed into a deeper, more cogent state of dream–
- Tracy K. Smith

Prompt 4
something overheard to make you smile

Prompt 5
sneaking around after dark

Prompt 6+
food | look up | bright | touch


Guidelines:
- Drabbles must have a character of color/non-white character as the focus, whether singular or in a pairing.
- Drabbles are 100 words or in sets of 100 words. Iconbles are 2-4 icons of the same image with different textures/texts/colors/etc. Drawbles are up to the artist's discretion.
- Prompts can be interpreted however you wish.
- Drabbles can be posted in its entirety in the comments of that day's prompts or linked elsewhere (on LJ, personal website, AO3, etc) with header information listed.
- Subject title format: Title, Fandom, Character/Pairing
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misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
Or multiples thereof, I assumed by the wording of the guidelines? (Drabbles are 100 words or in sets of 100 words.)

Incorrectly, I suppose then. Apologies for the misinterpretation.
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Writing: murder and create)
From: [personal profile] clare_dragonfly
Considering the commenter was anonymous, and I interpreted the guidelines the same way you did, I don't think you should worry about it unless a mod says something.
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
Deleted the other triple drabble I posted, but can't seem to delete this one. (If a mod is able to and would be so kind ... ? Otherwise, I'll try again later, in the hopes it's just a temporary glitch.)
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (HP: Padma: confused)
From: [personal profile] clare_dragonfly
So is it correct then that drabbles for this drabblethon must be no more than 100 words? The rules sound to me like they can be any multiple of 100.
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
Alfeegi recognizes a threat even when it's presented to him in the form of an innocent inquiry as to whether or not he'd perhaps like to take a short break – the nearly-to-the-brim filled glasses of something or another speak volumes. He can imagine all too well the damage that might be done if even a drop were spilled; hours of paperwork turned wasted by a moment's maliciousness (because Ruwalk is hardly ever thoughtless, regardless of appearances).

Giving in seems the better part of wisdom, even if, of course, he makes it a point to scowl continuously while 'enjoying his drink'.

Best Then, Starship Troopers (book), Juan Rico

Date: 2011-10-04 07:45 pm (UTC)
sharpest_asp: Black and white art of a hissing snake arounda  dagger (Default)
From: [personal profile] sharpest_asp
Best Then (100 words) by faviconMerfilly
Fandom: Starship Troopers -- Robert A. Heinlein, HEINLEIN Robert A. - Works
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Juan 'Johnnie' Rico
Summary:

Rico knows when he is best

eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
Barret Wallace was a man’s man. He was huge and hulking and--aside from a soft spot where Marlene was concerned--nothing about him was even remotely girly. So, when Tifa set a glass of something pink and fruity looking down in front of him, he balked.

“What th’ hell, woman?!”

“Trust me,” the barkeep said, making her way to another table filled with patrons.

Barret looked at the drink for a long moment. Bravely, he took a sip.

And felt like he’d been kicked by a chocobo.

He grinned. Trust her, indeed! This was a man’s drink, no doubt about it.
rosehiptea: (Koga)
From: [personal profile] rosehiptea
That is funny. I can picture it.
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
thanks! :D sometimes he's hard to capture, since he can go from gruff and rugged to marshmallow teddybear in the time it takes Marlene to come into the room. i'm glad i got him here.

Lifting, Aliens, Apone prompt 4

Date: 2011-10-05 01:12 am (UTC)
hellkitty: (lazy cat)
From: [personal profile] hellkitty
“Vasquez! Catch!”

Apone didn’t have to turn his head from the weight machine’s smooth pulleys to guess what was going on behind him.

A solid thud, something slamming into hard muscle. “Fuck you, Hicks,” Vasquez’s voice, hard and angry.

“You wish. ---oof!”

Apone felt the smooth slide of muscle as he curled his arms, the bar pressing into his gloved palm. Baddest-ass unit in the fucking Marines, and they acted like fucking third-graders. If she had pigtails, Hicks would try to tug them as he ran by.

“We all fuckin’ wish you two’d just do it already,” Hudson barked.

Listening In, Alphas, Rachel Pirzad

Date: 2011-10-05 03:15 am (UTC)
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (Alphas: Rachel: I can see you)
From: [personal profile] clare_dragonfly
prompt: something overheard to make you smile

Rachel normally didn’t eavesdrop. Really. Unless you counted her parents—which she didn’t.

But today Gary and Bill had stopped talking when she had come into the break room to get some water, and that had hurt. She knew trying to find out what they’d been saying might just hurt more, but curiosity overcame good sense and she turned her ears up as she walked away.

They were smart enough not to talk until she’d gotten farther away, but they didn’t know she was listening.

“She really is,” said Gary, and she braced herself.

“She’s the smartest of us all.”

zombies, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Kendra

Date: 2011-10-05 03:46 am (UTC)
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
prompt: sneaking around after dark

Early in her Slayer career, Kendra discovered that she liked zombies, for a given definition of like. They were usually slow and stupid and always single minded, making them less of a chore to return to the dust of the Earth than vampires or demons. Sometimes a hoard was too big for her to handle, but most of the time slaying zombies was actually relaxing.

So of course, the local vampire necromancer had to ruin her night by creeping out of the darkness behind her and trying to take a bite. She brushed his dust off her face with irritation.
From: [personal profile] destinyislands
"Natsume, you ready?"

Natsume checked his bag one last time. "You sure we'll be back before morning?"

"If everything goes according to the plan. Where's the pig?" Natori had on his glasses tonight. Hiiragi stood at his side silently.

"I'm not a pig, you lousy actor." Nyanko-sensei popped his head out from Natsume's bag.

"He's here." Natsume smiled, petting his bodyguard on the head. He glanced back at the house. Finally, he'd found a place where he was wanted, and here he was sneaking out at night. But that was precisely why he was sneaking out in the first place.
piecesofalice: yamada and ueda on the beach (trick - & you gave half to me)
From: [personal profile] piecesofalice
Set after the series finale and before the SP.

----

He doesn't visit her, because he sees her in his dreams.

Beautiful. Broken into pieces, and entirely his. It scares him because he doesn't understands what it means, so he avoids her sleeping form for the phantom his mind has created.

"We could sleep forever," he whispers against her mouth. She pulls away, abruptly - he can only blink as she turns into Asakusa before his eyes, and he laughs at the perfect absurdity of it.

"Down we go," he smirks, before waking up alone in a world where she's too asleep to know he needs her more than ever.
piecesofalice: kim dickens as joanie stubbs (dw - j - royal flush)
From: [personal profile] piecesofalice
(*Asakura, not Asakusa!)
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
The secrecy adds a thrill, yes – Orlando has been the kind of man who wants not so much a boyfriend as something fashionable to hang off his arm at parties and social events, but he no longer is that man, and Alex is definitely a someone rather than a something.

Still, for all that Orlando is beyond craving boyfriend-shaped accessories, he recognizes in himself a desire not to show Alex to the world, but to show the world to Alex; he wants to wander around in daylight, drunk on love, not sneak around after dark, like an uncommonly well-dressed thief.
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"Benitora?" Akira said, answering Bontenmaru's inquiry with a readiness that was downright suspicious until Bontenmaru noticed the subject of his inquiry standing as still as a statue, well within earshot (but apparently suffering from the delusion that if he didn't move, Akira wouldn't know he was there). "Passable, I suppose. More potential than actual skill. Still, we were all young, once."

"You were a lot cuter as a kid." Mostly, Bontenmaru remembered thinking Akira couldn't possibly ever become – well, what he was today. Just went to show everyone made mistakes every now and then, even members of the Four Emperors.
gloss: (Misty Knight)
From: [personal profile] gloss
promtpt: Rolling in the Deep

They really could've been something.

Misty knows that now. Now that it's far too late, it's all she knows.

They fight as well as ever. They've always moved perfectly, each anticipating the other's moves like they were her own.

It's when the fight ends.

When they win (because they always win), Misty learns all over again what she lost. She can flip Colleen over her back to take out a ninja, but Colleen won't high-five her afterward. Won't smile, won't meet her eyes.

Colleen guns her bike and peels off.

Misty still has a partner, but that's all she's got.

Flight, Case Closed, the Kaitou Kid (prompt 7)

Date: 2011-10-07 10:56 am (UTC)
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
There were, Kid had discovered, a great many people who never bothered to look up, especially when presented with something to capture their attention on the ground, such as a thrown away glove or handkerchief.

Kudoh Shinichi was, alas, an exception to the general rule. This time, happily, he'd been unable to actually do anything with his correct and unwelcome observation that Kid was using a hang glider to make his escape, but Kid somehow had the feeling that next time, he wouldn't be so lucky again.

Well. Using the same tricks every heist had gotten a bit boring anyway.
tawny: Takatsuki Shiori sitting on a tv ([♠] this is stupid)
From: [personal profile] tawny
prompt: sneaking around after dark

misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"In your own home?" Eli asked mildly – Victor's flinch was nearly imperceptible.

He rallied quickly, naturally. Victor never stayed down for long; it wasn't in his nature. "I just didn't want to disturb you."

"Trust me, I'm not an invalid." On some days, he felt his age. It wasn't that heavy a weight, and they were all years well lived. That was important, too. "I'd be happy to be introduced to one of your dates."

Victor sneered slightly. "Most of them are hardly worth meeting."

Eli bowed his head. "I'm sorry to hear that." Not his fault, then. Small comfort.
gloss: (Anya)
From: [personal profile] gloss
prompt: sneaking around after dark


Anya can't stop laughing. Her face is burning and her breathing's raggedy. Rikki went from smiling to looking really confused; now she's hunched up, face turned away.

"It's not you!" Anya can't speak; the giggles make her choke and sputter. She concentrates on her breathing, until, finally, her eyes clear and she can talk. "Not you. Don't be mad?"

"Okay..."

She hugs Rikki, awkwardly, tipping her forehead into Rikki's neck.

The hysteria has dropped out of her, faster than sound. Now she feels light and loose and lost, dazed and drained.

"Just --" She buries her face in Rikki's hair, holding on tight.

They dressed up, held hands in the movie theater, split the check at Gray's Papaya, spent the whole night together. On a date.

The full force of that fact, dizzying and amazing, only hit Anya now, up on her building's roof, in the middle of making out. Rikki's lips are soft and her hands are really strong. The thought she's my girlfriend oh god! kept echoing.

She's been heroing for a couple years now, but Rikki's her first girlfriend. Most kids sneak out to date, not fight crime.

Now she's doing both, like some kind of overachiever.

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