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Prompt 1

Or this link to the YouTube video if embed doesn't work for you.
On The Floor by Jennifer Lopez ft Pitbull

Prompt 2

Description: A six tiered white wedding cake with black stenciling and white flowers on it.

Prompt 3
"We're all damaged."

Prompt 4
new assignment meant a change of costumes

Prompt 5
out of control

Prompt 6+
laughter | half | glasses | costume

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

Infection, House, Dr. Eric Foreman

Date: 2011-10-11 07:07 am (UTC)
rosehiptea: (Default)
From: [personal profile] rosehiptea
Prompt: "We're all damaged."

Like all of them, Dr. Foreman likes to deny that he's become House. House is more arrogant than anyone needs to be, and his crap about not needing anyone gets old. Though Foreman is just as happy if House doesn't need him.

But Foreman has developed a recklessness, a determination to be right as a goal in itself. And when he looks around, he sees it in the rest of them too. You can't put up with House for long without getting into the act, it seems. Foreman thought he knew what was really important, but now they're all forgetting.

Re: Infection, House, Dr. Eric Foreman

Date: 2011-10-11 11:15 am (UTC)
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
Ouch. This rang very true, and I very much like the idea that Foreman would be the one to notice the changes - and yet not be immune to them himself.

Re: Infection, House, Dr. Eric Foreman

Date: 2011-10-11 04:22 pm (UTC)
rosehiptea: (Default)
From: [personal profile] rosehiptea
Thank you very much. Glad it rang true for you.

Re: Infection, House, Dr. Eric Foreman

Date: 2011-11-19 07:09 pm (UTC)
eggcrack: Icon based on the painting "Kullervon kirous ja sotaanlahto" (Default)
From: [personal profile] eggcrack
I second [personal profile] misura's ouch. This feels very true, to Foreman and House both.

Re: Infection, House, Dr. Eric Foreman

Date: 2011-11-20 12:37 am (UTC)
rosehiptea: (Default)
From: [personal profile] rosehiptea
Thank you very much. I like Foreman, but sometimes it's hard to see into his head.

To Be Great, Ninja Scroll, Kagerou (prompt 3)

Date: 2011-10-11 08:49 am (UTC)
sharpest_asp: a pen laying on a top spiral notebook (General: Pen and Paper)
From: [personal profile] sharpest_asp
To Be Great (100 words) by faviconMerfilly
Fandom: Juubei Ninpuuchou | Ninja Scroll
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Kagerou (Juubei Ninpuuchou), Kibagami Juubei, Dakuan
Summary:

Kagerou reflects on her party

misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"Because we're in a manga, Take-pon," Kentaro explained patiently. "It simply couldn't have been any other color. I promise you it will taste just as good as if it'd been red and blue which would have been very fitting colors for our wedding cake, since it's the color of our costumes, even if I know we're not allowed to talk about that in public."

"It's – I'm – " Takeshi appeared to be at a loss for words.

Kentaro beamed at him. "You're very welcome, darling."

"A wedding?"

"I thought we might as well proclaim our love to the world. Marry me?"

Piece of Cake, Aliens, Vasquez prompt 2

Date: 2011-10-11 07:10 pm (UTC)
hellkitty: (kittieeyesoverpaws)
From: [personal profile] hellkitty
Ferro slammed the door of her locker, hiding the picture. “Wedding cake. The one I’m going to have,” she barked.

Drake swung the door back open, staring. “Fuckin’ thing’s bigger’n Vasquez.”

“Prettier, too,” Hudson added.

Vasquez elbowed him in the side, squeezing underneath his arm. She tilted her head. “What’s all that?”

“Fondant,” Ferro said, knowingly. “Pretty, right?”

“You eat that thing?”

“It’s cake: kind of the fucking point, Vasquez.”

“No way. That’s wedding cake,” Drake said. “Supposed to be big, pretty and fuckin’ expensive.”

“How you know so much about weddings, Drake?”

A wink. “All for you, baby—ow!”

Re: Piece of Cake, Aliens, Vasquez prompt 2

Date: 2011-10-12 07:17 am (UTC)
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
*giggle* perfect.

Re: Piece of Cake, Aliens, Vasquez prompt 2

Date: 2011-10-12 12:14 pm (UTC)
sharpest_asp: Ripley in the Exo-suit versus the Queen Alien (Aliens: Ripley vs Queen)
From: [personal profile] sharpest_asp
Oh Drake. Careful there. She's a feisty one.

Warning Signs, Dexter, Sylvia/Miguel (prompt 5)

Date: 2011-10-11 11:35 pm (UTC)
ambyr: icicles fused end to end and wrapped in a spiral around a young tree (nature sculpture by Andy Goldsworthy) (Winter)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
All three Prado brothers had courted Sylvia, once. Oscar was too dissolute--charming, yes, but without plans or ambition. Not someone to support a family. Ramon had the drive Oscar lacked, but too much of it, untempered by kindness. He was like her father, ready to protect her from the world but not from himself.

In Miguel, she thought she’d found the perfect balance, someone who could channel his anger into his work and bring only tenderness home. Now, as his hours grow later and his fuse shorter, she wishes she’d seen his brothers as the warning that they were.
ambyr: a penguin riding a camel through the desert, captioned, "life is an adventure" (digital painting by Ursula Vernon) (Adventure)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
Thanks! She's one of my favorite minor characters--I was always bummed they felt a need to write her off the show along with Miguel.
eggcrack: Icon based on the painting "Kullervon kirous ja sotaanlahto" (Default)
From: [personal profile] eggcrack
Amazing! I wish we had seen more of her on the show.
ambyr: a rodent-like creature in a robe carrying an enormous stack of bags and boxes on his back (painting by Ursula Vernon) (Packrat)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
Thanks! I was really hoping to request her for Yuletide, but alas, she wasn't nominated.
ambyr: a dark-winged man standing in a doorway over water; his reflection has white wings (watercolor by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law) (Default)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
(prompt 3)

It’s market day in a tiny hamlet when Cehmai sees her, and he would have walked past unknowing if her hands weren’t dripping blood. She’s thinner, now, her midnight hair silvered. But with her crimson-streaked apron and upraised butcher’s knife, she looks the picture of a vengeful ghost.

Vengeance makes him think Idaan, makes him look closer, makes him see the past in her age-worn face.

“The price for the goat?” he asks inanely, throat dry.

She recognizes him, too. Her fingers tighten--then let the knife go.

“Too high.” Her smile is bitter. “You know the price always is.”
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misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
Haruhi and her level-headedness. *g*

Personally, I'm quite fond of the Host Club's dress-ups and costumes. Liked how Haruhi doesn't judge others for enjoying things she herself doesn't see the appeal of.
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you!

I like a lot of the Host Club's costumes myself too.
gloss: man gazing into the distance idealistically, backed up by partner (Cap & Falc: so very married)
From: [personal profile] gloss
prompt: costume


When Sam opened the door, Steve remained on the threshold, blinking. Judging from his white knuckles, he was close to choking the wine he held.

"C'mon in." Sam stepped aside. Finally had to tug on Steve's cuff to get him to move.

"Look nice," Steve managed.

"Could say the same of you." Sam touched his newly-cut hair.

Out of costume, they felt ridiculous. Neither wore a tie, but both sported blazer and crisp slacks. They stood like two virgins, shuffling feet, darting eyes. Steve might be comfortable with cowl and shield, but Sam wore civvies more than he wore the wings. This -- this was different. Dress up for a date, you both know you mean business.

Steve probably wished for a HYDRA invasion; Sam'd take a call from the office. Anything to break the tension.

Sam bumped their shoulders. "You okay?"

Steve shoved the bottle at Sam.

"Well now." Sam read the label. Apple juice, not wine. "Thanks."

Steve rocked on his heels. "You look really nice."

"Yeah." Sam grinned. "We covered that."

"But you do." Mulish as hell, that was Steve.

Handsome, too.

"C'mere." When Sam kissed him, Steve yelped, then chuckled. Relief spiraled around them, gaining speed.


gloss: (Sam - hassled by love)
From: [personal profile] gloss
:DDD thank you. They're adorable, and I'm kind of a huge sucker for them together.
ambyr: a penguin riding a camel through the desert, captioned, "life is an adventure" (digital painting by Ursula Vernon) (Adventure)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
"No," Mai said flatly, flicking out a knife for added emphasis when Ty Lee stepped closer. She wouldn't cut her friend, but she had no compunctions about ripping the green and gold monstrosity she was holding to shreds.

"But Mai," Ty Lee protested, "You came to Kyoshi Island so no one could find you! You'll stand out like a dragon in a messenger hawk's nest if you keep wearing those gloomy clothes."

"I don't care. I am not wearing that."

With a sigh, Ty Lee lowered the Kyoshi warrior uniform. "I guess it would have clashed with your aura, anyway."
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
Hee! And yet she'd have looked both fearsome and lovely in it, I'm sure.
ambyr: a penguin riding a camel through the desert, captioned, "life is an adventure" (digital painting by Ursula Vernon) (Adventure)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
Mai does not deign to reply :-D.
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
Prompt: a picture (A six tiered white wedding cake with black stenciling and white flowers on it.)

He curled up on the sofa next to his lady and watched as she flipped through wedding magazines. It was almost like re-living the days when she had been desperately searching for things they could replicate on his tiny salary, but with more years and five kids behind them.

“I like this one,” Monique said, smiling.

Bobby looked at the black and white cake. “That’s a lot of cake, baby. You sure it ain’t overkill?”

“I think after fifteen years of marriage, we finally deserve the real deal, don’t you?”

He had to smile at that. “Whatever you want baby.”

Relative Safety, Ra-I, Rai, Rei & Al (prompt 4)

Date: 2011-10-12 09:43 am (UTC)
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"Is that actually supposed to be a disguise?"

Al twirled around, more in an attempt to get a smile than to show off his clothes, admittedly. Not that it worked.

"You do look like an idiot," the Peanut Gallery, aka Rai, commented.

"Indeed I do," Al said, smugly. "Brilliant, isn't it?"

Rei frowned. "How so?"

"Distraction is the name of the game, grasshopper."

Rai snorted, either at the nickname or at the plan. Rei kept frowning.

"Isn't this guy supposed to have shot someone?"

"Worried about me?" Al grinned.

"Hardly."

"I'll keep him safe, sis."

But probably not from Rei.
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura

"Sometimes," Tamaki said solemnly, "fuzzy is just what the world needs to be," and he was an idiot, no two ways about it - 'fuzzy' was never what the world needed to be, but by the time Kyoya'd thought of a polite, tactful way to say this (because Tamaki was naked and in his bed and Kyoya just didn't feel up to the effort un-hurting Tamaki's feelings would require), Tamaki'd already taken away his glasses, and, all right, perhaps there sometimes were things you could do for which it didn't matter quite so much how fuzzy or unfuzzy the world was.

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