October 9th

Oct. 8th, 2011 09:00 pm
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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
Day 4 on IJ | Day 4 on DW
Day 5 on IJ | Day 5 on DW
Day 6 on IJ | Day 6 on DW
Day 7 on IJ | Day 7 on DW
Day 8 on IJ | Day 8 on DW


Prompt 1

Or this link to the YouTube video if embed doesn't work for you.
Perfume of Love by Globe

Prompt 2
this is the first day of my last days

Prompt 3
concrete jungle where dreams are made of

Prompt 4
shut out the world

Prompt 5
strong resistance

Prompt 6+
wrath | black & white | sacrifice | teamwork


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

Home, Black Cat, Sven & Train (prompt 3)

Date: 2011-10-09 07:44 am (UTC)
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
In the city - in any city, Train sleeps like a proverbial log (or a cat, really): it takes either the smell of breakfast or a good old-fashioned splash of water to wake him up (yowling, if there's water involved, sighing, if there isn't).

Sven thinks it's a good thing, usually. Annoying, yes, on occasion, but what's any partnership without a few quirks and eccentricities that come with the package?

Out in the country, Train rests less easily, complaining about sounds and creaks and noises Sven barely notices are there. A cat thing, he supposes, or possibly a Train thing.

Heritage, Babylon A.D., Toorop (Prompt 2)

Date: 2011-10-09 01:21 pm (UTC)
sharpest_asp: White button down and jeans worn by Vin Diesel (Actor: Vin's Torso)
From: [personal profile] sharpest_asp
Heritage (100 words) by faviconMerfilly
Fandom: Babylon A.D.
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Toorop
Summary:

Toorop thinks on his new life

Prove Yourself, Aliens, Vasquez, R prompt 4

Date: 2011-10-09 02:41 pm (UTC)
hellkitty: (arch purplegold)
From: [personal profile] hellkitty
(A doubledrabble, sorry. I couldn't keep this one short!)

“Mamoncete!” Vasquez balled a fist, slamming it into the thin metal of the locker door.

“Hey! Hey,” Drake’s hand on her shoulder, another around her ribs: hard, furred bars of muscle and bone. “Fuck him, Vasquez. He’s nothing.”

Her hand stung, bones jarred, but rage was still hot and coursing through her veins. “Sick of his shit, Drake.”

“He ain’t worth it.”

“Thinks I can’t handle it.” She struggled, just to give the energy and anger something to do. And maybe—maybe—to feel the reflexive clutch of Drake’s arms, the bunching of his thighs as he took her weight. Taking her seriously, something that fucking asshole Gorman never did.

“Shows how much he knows,” Drake’s voice had a laughing edge.

“Wants to take me off the gun, man.” She was glad for their position, glad he couldn’t see the tears that prickled the corners of her eyes.

The laugh died from Drake’s voice. “Fuck him. You’re the best gunner in the squad. Well.” A tilt of the head, the beaded dangles from his cap tickled her neck, “second best.”

“Fuck you, too, white boy.”

“You’re on. After you outshoot me.”

“Won’t take long.” Her anger melted to resolve.

Thought, The Vampire Diaries, Bonnie (Prompt 4)

Date: 2011-10-09 06:03 pm (UTC)
eggcrack: Icon based on the painting "Kullervon kirous ja sotaanlahto" (Default)
From: [personal profile] eggcrack
The thought is brief, but for the time it remains it's overwhelming. It's still there when the other feelings come; shock, confusion, fear. Jeremy is seeing the dead. Bonnie knows it isn't good. Something must be done about it, so things become normal again.

She understands that. She gets around to thinking those things, as she should. Doing the right thing. It's something she has sworn to do. But the moment she thought Grandma, the thought stayed, and even though it went away after the first time, it keeps coming back, and though Bonnie tries, she can't turn it away.
gloss: (cosmic dyke)
From: [personal profile] gloss
prompt: shut out the world

spoilers for the movie






Shireen can still feel her. The skin on her palms and fingertips burns as if Atie is right here, trembling and giggling.

But Shireen's hands are empty. They were once extensions of each other, twice as much as anyone else. From now on, she has only her own hand, ten fingers, and her own whisper, one tongue, two lips.

She will not look at Mehran; what he takes for compliance, she considers resistance. Modesty is her shroud. He'll see no more of the truth, only what he expects.

Atie escaped to Dubai. Shireen withdraws inside filmy silk and lonely pretense.
sohotrightnow: ([stock] built like light)
From: [personal profile] sohotrightnow
Oh, oh, oh, my heart. Oh, bb, this is so beautiful and so perfect, and you've constructed it so wonderfully, and ow.
gloss: one woman comforting another (GG comfort)
From: [personal profile] gloss
(((hugs))) thank you! I wish it were happier.
ambyr: pebbles arranged in a spiral on sand (nature sculpture by Andy Goldsworthy) (Pebbles)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
Teo squinted. It was hard to judge the sun's angle in Ba Sing Se, where tall buildings cluttered the horizon, but he thought he had fifteen minutes to get to class.

He was going to need it. The Engineering Building's front stairs rose before him, grand and inaccessible. He went left instead, squeezing between Engineering and the Observatory, toward a service door with a single step.

He'd been using a board as a ramp, but it was gone. Well. Only one step. He wouldn't let that stand between him and learning.

Gritting his teeth, he forced the chair to jump.
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
This was made of awesomecakes, as things with Teo in it tend to be. <3
ambyr: a penguin riding a camel through the desert, captioned, "life is an adventure" (digital painting by Ursula Vernon) (Adventure)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
<3 Teo! This is kind of an outtake from a great big Teo/Song WIP that I may or may not ever finish.
eerian_sadow: (epps)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
Prompt: this is the first day of my last days


He stared at the paper numbly. He’d told Monique to stay home with the kids, that there wasn’t anything to worry about and that he’d be fine without her. He wished to God she was here now, though.

“I’m sorry, Mister Epps,” the doctor said softly. “There are a range of treatment options and I can recommend—“

“No,” Bobby said softly. “I am not going out like this.”

“Of course not. With proper treatment—“

Epps stood. “I know. I need to talk with my wife first.”

And Ratchet, but he wouldn’t mention that in front of the doctor.

misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"Nothing personal, John," Midnite says, and as far as these things go, it is nothing but the unvarnished truth. "You know the rules."

"Like Hell it's not personal." John's always had a mouth on him. "You send me out there, you're signing my death warrant."

It would probably kill the man to use a word like 'please'.

"A somewhat unfortunate choice of words." If appropriate, perhaps – except that to most people, Hell is very much impersonal. Then again, John Constantine is not most people.

"Fuck you."

Midnite sighs. Been here, done this. Walked away none the wiser. "Only for tonight."

Accounting, House, Lawrence Kutner

Date: 2011-10-11 01:48 am (UTC)
rosehiptea: (Koga)
From: [personal profile] rosehiptea
WARNING for suicide

Accounting

Bribery, Eyeshield 21, Hiruma/Mamori (prompt 5)

Date: 2011-10-13 09:10 am (UTC)
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
Hiruma knows there are times for using, if not brute force, then at least a certain amount of gunfire. There are also times for using his little black book – as much fun, but less likely to require additional threats of blackmail to cover up the evidence, after.

When it comes to Mamori, though, neither gunfire nor his little black book works. (Well, the book might work, but it would be a one-time, one-shot kind of thing and Hiruma prefers to save that for a special occasion. Their honeymoon, maybe.)

Still, even she has her weakness. "Another cream puff, damn manager?"
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"- and so I say: give the people a female Robin! Give the people a gay Superman! Give the people a black Batman! God almighty, God almighty, God almighty."

"Dude," Troy stage-whispered to Abed, "I never said I was gay."

"You never said you were Superman, either," Abed whispered back.

"That's because I'm not. And you're not Batman."

"I'm wearing the costume."

"Okay. So what's next?"

"Even odds. Either we get acquitted, or we wake up and find out this has all been a cracky crossover slash dream scene."

"Right."

"You really don't think Superman's non-heterosexually fixated on Lex Luthor?"
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