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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
Day 9 on IJ | Day 9 on DW
Day 10 on IJ | Day 10 on DW
Day 11 on IJ | Day 11 on DW
Day 12 on IJ | Day 12 on DW
Day 13 on IJ | Day 13 on DW


Prompt 1

Or this link to the YouTube video if embed doesn't work for you.
Till The World Ends by Britney Spears

Prompt 2
Funny faces in strange places

Prompt 3
"Is that your way of challenging me?"

Prompt 4
you know too much, and what you say is better left unknown

Prompt 5
choosing a less than extraordinary life

Prompt 6+
sky | blink | fate | falling

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
misura: WC - Neal writing on window (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"Think about it," Locke – no, Bane says, and Charles doesn't like him, has never liked him, but he's spent the better (the best) part of his life being a hero, and to him, that didn't just mean saving people, but also listening when someone's talking to you, no matter who they are. "A world without superheroes."

"So villains can do whatever they want?" Bane might like that, but it's definitely no kind of Utopia to Charles – or anyone else not a supervillain.

"Without heroes, what need for villains?" Bane smiles gently. "We can all be ordinary people, Charles. Like you."
sharpest_asp: Nate Ford sitting on a bench, Sophie Devereaux resting against his lap (Default)
From: [personal profile] sharpest_asp
Challenge Accepted (100 words) by faviconMerfilly
Fandom: Andromeda
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Beka Valentine, Tyr Anasazi
Summary:

Beka balks Tyr.

sharpest_asp: Nate Ford sitting on a bench, Sophie Devereaux resting against his lap (Default)
From: [personal profile] sharpest_asp
Kiss on the cheek? +grins+

I love this, for showing off Suki.
gloss: (P&R: Ann/Leslie at home)
From: [personal profile] gloss
prompt: "Is that your way of challenging me?"


As she runs her index finger down the length of Tom's new scarf, Donna narrows her eyes and tilts back her head. "Hmm."

"What?"

She shrugs and tickles at the scarf's fringe, letting it slip and bounce over her hand. "Hm."

"What?" Tom tries to pull away, but she closes her fist around the scarf, and tugs, holding him in place. Tom isn't exactly strong, after all. His eyes widen anxiously. "What?"

Squinting, Donna lifts the scarf toward the light, which yanks Tom up onto his tiptoes. "You *sure* this is silk?"

"Yes!" he shouts, but then he frowns. "...yes?"
Edited Date: 2011-10-14 07:05 pm (UTC)

Time is You, Away We Go, Verona De Tessant

Date: 2011-10-15 12:00 am (UTC)
gloss: (Grace - worldbreaker)
From: [personal profile] gloss
prompt: choosing a less than extraordinary life

She was supposed to be an artist. Not just the kind who makes new truths out of what she sees and feels: the kind who also opens la Biennale and parties with rockstars.

She was supposed to change, if not the world, then at least the rules.

They never said so, but both her parents believed this. They depended on that belief; it sustained them, formed the shape of their hope.

They did not live long enough to be disappointed.

Now, she illustrates tumors and abscesses. She details evidence of death, symptoms of rot.

There is grief in every line.
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
Prompt: choosing a less than extraordinary life

“So I don’t get it,” Raul said as he set the toolbox down. “Why come all the way out here and do nothing, when you had all that?”

“All what?” Sparkplug gave him a confused look.

“The Autobots, the Decepticons. Being someone.”

“Ah, that. Life isn’t about being someone, Raul. It’s about leaving the world a better place than when you came in.”

“And you do that by fixing cars in NYC?”

“Helped you, didn’t it?”

Raul couldn’t argue with that. Tracks may have given him the inspiration, but he never would have gotten off the street without Sparkplug’s garage.

Drop, Aliens, Vasquez, prompt 6

Date: 2011-10-15 02:55 am (UTC)
hellkitty: (nakedcat)
From: [personal profile] hellkitty
Another planetfall, dropping from the sky like a malevolent meteorite, the kind of star no one wanted to wish on, even from the inside.

“Elevator, going down,” Spunkmeyer always cracked over comm, as though if he said it enough times, it might be profound. Or at least funny.

Even Hudson had tired of the lame innuendo, now just giving a withered, dry snort.

Vasquez balled her fists, feeling the leather stretch over her knuckles, the padding across her palm. To some it was a descent into hell, to her it was a chance to prove, again, that she was alive.
From: [personal profile] destinyislands
"Sensei! Slow down! I'm going to fall off!" Natsume hung on to clumps of fur. Natsume didn't want to look down. However high up they were, it was too high up for him to be fine if he fell off.

"You're the one who told me to go as fast as I can. This wouldn't happen if you weren't such a big softie."

"Am not!" His agitation was distracting him. He had almost let go without even realizing it. Natsume laid himelf as close as possible to Madara's body. "Just...go a little slower."

"Hmph. Humans." Madara slowed down anyways.

Walls, Sun Sword, Alina (prompt 4)

Date: 2011-10-15 04:50 am (UTC)
ambyr: a dark-winged man standing in a doorway over water; his reflection has white wings (watercolor by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law) (Shadows)
From: [personal profile] ambyr
It is a crisp spring morning, and even in Alina's courtyard the wind carries a hint of the lake's cool mist. In Averalaan, she would have risen early and found Mirialyn waiting. They might have trained together or strolled the markets of the Isle.

But she is not in Averalaan; the breeze may taste of water, but there is no tang of salt. She is in the Tor Leonne, a woman neither daughter nor wife nor mother, and her life is bound again by tall stone walls.

They never felt so cold or thick before she learned what lay outside.
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
When the Fire Nation Army recruiter came to his door, Kuzon thanked him for the honor, then made his excuses: an aging mother, two young children, a pregnant wife.

Part of him burned to curse the recruiter, to slam the door in his face. But Kuzon had learned in school that nothing came of defending the air nomads' innocence but beatings, learned as a young man that the reward for speaking against the war was silent disappearance.

He did have an aging mother. He did have two young children. Aang forgive him, a quiet defiance would have to be enough.
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