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Prompt 1

Or this link to the YouTube video if embed doesn't work for you.
Eat You Up by BoA

Prompt 2

Description: A tray filled with lumpia and an orange tangy/spicy sauce for dipping.

Prompt 3
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- William Butler Yeats

Prompt 4
dreams that spiral down into nothing

Prompt 5
late night confessions

Prompt 6+
cold | beginning | dark | free

- 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

Four Words, Sanctuary, Kate Freelander

Date: 2011-10-13 05:22 am (UTC)
medie: queen elsa's grand entrance (sanctuary - kate - dreaming somewhere de)
From: [personal profile] medie
Four Drabbles - Prompt 6
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
Prompt: dreams that spiral down into nothing


Just like that, one word and some paperwork, and it was all over. Everything he’d ever hoped for--every point he’d ever made to every kid who beat him up for not being American enough, every dream he’d had of being a ranking officer like Lennox and having a good team behind him--was gone. He didn’t think he even knew how to be a civilian anymore.

He tried to console himself with the thought that he’d get to see his Mama soon and eat her cooking again. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he should have died out there.
misura: AI8 - Kris carries his guitar (Default)
From: [personal profile] misura
"This is a trick, isn't it?" Myron asked.

Esperanza gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look that didn't fool him for a moment.

"Naturally, when faced with this kind of presentation, people will assume the danger is in the sauce. They'll tell themselves that, so long as they don't dip, they'll be safe. Not so!"

Her expression turned slightly annoyed. At Myron's genius insight, no doubt.

"I just wanted to let you know I'm too smart to fall for that trick." Myron selected one of the lumpias, dipped it royally, bit down. Started coughing.

Esperanza sighed. "I'll get you some water."

Against the world, Aliens, Vasquez, prompt 5

Date: 2011-10-13 11:02 am (UTC)
hellkitty: (blue rose)
From: [personal profile] hellkitty
“Hey, Vasquez.” Drake’s voice—for him—was soft, so more like a chalky knifeblade than his usual as it slid through the darkness.

“What.” She swung the M56 in a slow arc, covering her firefan, eyes keen. Behind her 10 feet, and in the opposite direction, Drake’s position on the perimeter-line outside the hootch the others were grabbing some sleep in.

“Sounds kinda weird, but…I like this. You, me, and the night. You know? Just us against the world.”

She could hear the quiet click of the beads; could almost see the nervous shrug. “Yeah. Me, too.” A fierce grin.
sharpest_asp: The alien tentacle probe mimics Bud's face (The Abyss: Water Tentacle)
From: [personal profile] sharpest_asp
Barrier to her Calling (100 words) by faviconMerfilly
Fandom: The Abyss (1989)
Rating: General Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Lisa "One Night" Standing

One Night is ready to be where she belongs

gloss: three people in conflict (Lost: threesome)
From: [personal profile] gloss
prompt: late night confessions

Time stutters and swirls over the island. The dead pass easily through it, particularly at night.

In the dark, Michael can stride through decades and centuries.

Jin crouches at the side of a brook, his jumpsuit pale as bone.

"I miss you," Jin says. In Korean, the syllables angled and pitted. Michael's dead now, unconstrained, so he understands.

He echoes Jin's words, gulps them down with the humid air.

They speak of, and to, her; both trapped here, one quick, one dead, while she lives, abroad.

They address each other, too, husky and shy, needy, as when all three lived.

Freeing, Star Trek TNG, Geordi La Forge

Date: 2011-10-13 08:59 pm (UTC)
lady_katana4544: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lady_katana4544
Written for prompt 6:

Between the time he had been born and when he had gotten the VISOR, he had only known a dark world. He had known what others had said about him, when they thought that he couldn't hear them.

Why was he blind in a world that had the technology to correct such a mistake? Or why hadn't his parents had the impairment corrected when he was young?

His VISOR was helpful in giving him sight.

When he did decide to get the ocular implants in his eyes, now he felt had a chance to free himself of the dark world.
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
It's eight days to Johannesburg, an eternity crammed in a car with Sloth and four slightly hostile almost-strangers. In my worst moments, when Celestin is crying and Armand won't stop turning the radio to iJusi, I dream of abandoning them all on the side of the road.

I calm myself by imagining Benoît's face when we motley crew appear at his hospital bedside. In my fantasies, his gratitude is tangible. Polygamie--that old offer--floats through my mind.

Then we're there, and he has eyes only for Celvie. They're radiant. Passionate.

Guess it's back to my first plan: getting lost.

Witness, Palimpsest, Yumiko (prompt 3)

Date: 2011-10-14 01:13 am (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
Yumiko is standing in the torii gates’ shadow when Sei leaps upright. Her orange skirt blends with the bright-painted wood; she tells herself this is why Sei overlooks her, Sei who has eyes only for the three pale strangers entering the shrine.

Yumiko watches Sei kiss the strangers with abandon, watches them begin to run.

Later, others tell her how honored she was to witness the first quarto’s entrance into Palimpsest. But it does not feel like an honor to Yumiko, who once claimed she was beyond love. It feels like her heart breaking when Sei flies past and disappears.

He Would Free Her, Pan's Labyrinth, Faun

Date: 2011-10-14 01:21 am (UTC)
lady_katana4544: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lady_katana4544
Prompt 5 and 6
Princess Moanna had returned.

Yet as a young mortal she did not know him, while her spirit knew him well. It wasn't hard to see that much. The spirit of the princess was vibrant within the mortal body, but he knew that she fade soon.

He heard her voice speaking from the mortal cocoon that held her when they met again. Heard her late night confessions through his pets.

It made him more determined than before. And with the blessings of her father, the king, he would free her of the mortal shell that now held her spirit in it.

Cognizant Irony, Marvel comics, Jimmy Woo

Date: 2011-10-14 09:27 pm (UTC)
gloss: (Jimmy Woo fools!)
From: [personal profile] gloss
prompt: lumpia image
Jimmy doesn't cook much.

His nine-year-old self, sick and tired of doing homework in the restaurant, would be delighted. Back then, he hated the smell of peanut oil and sharp, sour onions that clung to his parents' hands, their hair; he resented the time they spent over the giant wok, precarious atop the tiny gas range, as they wilted limper than their noodles. Those anxious hours they devoted to bookkeeping!

All that time, better spent with *him*: so he believed.

Now he has another life before him, more time than anyone needs. He still can't spare an hour to cook.
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
Prompt: late night confessions

“Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t been chosen. That it had been the girl in Germany or the girl in Kenya. One of the ones who wanted to be a Slayer, instead of just knowing it was her duty.”

Kendra looked down at the stake in her hands, afraid to meet the eyes of the American girl she was sitting with. Buffy was different than other Slayers had been in the past, but that didn’t mean she would understand or accept. Just this once, though, she needed to make the admission.

“I know,” Buffy said softly. “Sometimes I wish that too.”
eerian_sadow: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
Prompt: a picture (A tray filled with lumpia and an orange tangy/spicy sauce for dipping)

Yuffie positively beamed as she set the platter down in front of her friends. Her first actual cooking experience, done entirely by herself without any of the palace staff or the fussy teacher his father had hired to train, and it had come out beautifully. The real test would be the eating though. She looked expectantly at her friends.

Barret was the first to respond. “So, what is it?”

“Um, fish and cabbage in a pastry, with spicy sauce.”

“That don’ sound too bad.” She beamed when he reached out an took the first of the snacks from the plate.


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