DE: Fic Friday

[bjornwilde]

1. Post in with the pups you'd like to play with.
2. We'll tag you with prompts; AU ideas, opening lines, song titles, lyrics, whatever.
3. You write whatever inspires.
4. Repeat as often as the mood takes you.

Comments

>.< I'm forgetting someone.

[notabricklayer]

Go for it - I've got the day off, and my only other plans include cleaning and trying a new recipe.

Ace McShane
Oswin/Clara Oswald
Jemma Simmons
Katya
William Blakeney (zomg I've been slacking on him)
Bones McCoy
Glorfindel
Sam Stewart

And the one I've been considering apping but haven't quite yet decided:
Dr. Daniel Pierce

Re: >.< I'm forgetting someone.

[bjornwilde]

The day off you say? I may have to throw a McCoy at your McCoy for the LOLs and because I miss threading with you. = ]

Prompts to come later.

In no particular order:
An extra turn upon the rack
Can't stop it
This is how I show my love
Lily Munster's got nothing on you
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise

Re: >.< I'm forgetting someone.

[onceaviking]

A Danish poet made a poem with the eight most beautiful words in Danish.
So they get one each, apart from the new guy. Unless he wants to step in instead of one of the others.

regn søvn blå kys
lys seng vand hånd

rain sleep blue kiss
light bed water hand

Water

[protect_and_survey]

Jemma still doesn't like tall buildings.

It's been over a year, but the height, the wind currents tugging at her clothes, the feeling of vertigo that never seems to go away no matter how firmly she tries to squash it... she hates tall buildings.

And frankly, everyone made it out okay from that adventure.

So when she says that it took effort to put her swimsuit on this morning, she isn't talking about how even a one-piece bit of spandex can develop infinite ways of tangling around itself in the span of a few seconds. She isn't talking about the self-consciousness that always comes when the people sharing the pool look (and swim like) Olympians.

She stands at the edge of the pool, the faint burn of chlorine in her nose, voices and the sound of water slapping concrete echoing in the confined space, her fingers clenched so tightly the half-moon imprint of her nails in her palms won't fade for hours. The water is deep here, deep enough that the light refraction makes the tiles bend and sway and stretch like seaweed.

She hears her name called out behind her - the noise distortion makes identification harder than she cares to work on at the moment, but still, someone's seen her. Politeness says she should turn, smile, explain what she's doing. Reason says that the concern and... well, pity, in their eyes will keep her from going on, and she can't afford any more handicaps. She can't avoid this.

With a deep breath that keeps her from screaming, she jumps.

Re: Water

[onceaviking]

<3
This is lovely and painful and real and just <3

Rain

[hold_fast]

When he goes up on deck, the first time he's in uniform after... well. After. It's raining. Not a proper storm that would have all hands working to keep the ship afloat, or a light mist that can be ignored even if it does make the day a bit of a drudgery, it's raining - steady, consistent, and making everything slippery and treacherous.

Just the sort of thing he wasn't hoping for.

He can see it in the faces of the sailors, in the faces of his peers, when he's ordered up into the rigging to help set the sails. That pity he was hoping to avoid for a while (for forever, actually). Someone is going to try and volunteer to take his place... and that would be a death knell to any hopes he ever had of making something of himself in the Navy. Before anyone can say a word, can so much as breathe a sigh of pity, he grabs hold of the rigging and hauls himself upward with all of the determination in his small body. There's silence for the first few minutes - probably expecting him to slip and crack his head open, and he'd be lying if he said his grip was entirely steady - but when he was nearly to where his men labored to bring up the water-logged sails, a cheer rang out from below his feet.

Frankly he's pretty sure his face is going to explode with him grinning like a loon, but he can't let that happen. He has work to do.

Re: Rain

[onceaviking]

Having never seen Master and Commander, I feel like I ought to now.

Bed

[notabricklayer]

There's always a feeling of disconnect when the rush ends, all of his patients either asleep, sedated, discharged, or in the morgue. Nothing ever seems to make that feeling go away entirely, though coffee helps, even the mug of decaffinated stuff Nurse Chapel pressed into his hands a few minutes ago. He knows she'd rather he go collapse somewhere for a while, get out of her hair, let her deal with the detrius of the day and make ready to hand it all back to him in the morning.

Instead, he drags a chair over to one bed in particular, settling in with a sound that something like a groan, or a grumble, and is probably a mix of both.

"I'm gettin' too old for this." He mutters at the bed's occupant, and isn't terribly surprised that he isn't answered. Disappointed, perhaps, something he'd never admit to, but not surprised. Blearily he calls up the latest stats, makes a face at them, and washes the taste of exhaustion down with more coffee.

Finally, with a defiant air, he enters his official prognosis into the patient's chart: Critical. He slides the PADD back onto the table and glowers at his patient.

"Now prove me wrong you green-blooded son-of-a-bitch."

Re: Bed

[onceaviking]

And another <3

Sleep

[katyafeline]

It comes in different flavors, like tea, like power -

Trusting and deep, when she goes under with feathers against her cheek and his strong fingers in her hair, the taste of blood in her mouth almost drowned out by the taste of the dipping sauce for egg rolls.

Exhausted and joyous, when the body curled up with hers is just as tired as hers, just as spent as hers, the air heavy with the scent of sex and cigarettes.

Panicked and desperate, the slide of the needle or the hiss of the hypospray shoving her spiraling into darkness, out of control.

Justified and satisfied, something beyond the body strained beyond all measure but the job she'd been set to well done in the end.

Lazy and decadent, sun-baked fur ruffling in the summer breeze, the afternoon stretching away like sweet taffy before her, and leaving her with nothing more important to do but soak up the sun's rays for a while longer.

Re: Sleep

[onceaviking]

Very sensual and utterly perfect.

Blue

[nitro_is_ace]

She shouldn't still look for it. She knows it makes her husband worry, after all these years, that it still makes her stutter-stop in place. There are things to do aplenty on this world - daughters to raise, dogs to train, slayers to keep alive, army generals to cow.

She shouldn't still feel that desperate surge of adrenaline, of excitement, every time she spots a certain shade of blue out of the corner of her eye.

...

She stopped apologizing for it decades ago. She figures she'll always be ready for one last adventure beyond the bounds of her world, whether it's a good idea or not.

Re: Blue

[onceaviking]

Yes. Yes, of course. She had to have that one :)

Light

[gondolin_noble]

They fight on in the dark, because to stop is to die.

The sun set hours ago (ages ago) but the battle raged on, lit by dull fire and the glow of one reborn elf who refused to surrender to the pervasive murk. When he could pause enough to think, he hoped that Elrond was safe with his king. He hoped someone knew they were out here - this ragged band of elves and men, a few from each company all cut off from help. He hoped no one would do anything stupid.

These moments come further and further apart as slowly his band of survivors is whittled down, the lengthening dark strengthening their foes and the drawn-out fight sapping strength. He's down to twenty now, when he started with three times that number, and he cannot bear to think about that right now, can barely bear to think at all, the world devolving to a snarl and the clash of blades and shields and armor that won't take too many more blows like that without coming apart.

This is not how he wanted to return to Mandos. To tell truth, he did not want to return at all, but given how he lived his life a return is almost inevitable - but like this, at the end of a hopeless battle, his oath still unfulfilled? He's not sure he will be able to find peace after that. It makes him stubborn, makes him fierce, tenacious and dogged as one elf can be, and those still alive follow his example.

Nineteen.

Eighteen - the fiends pull one out of the tightened ranks, and they hear him scream for some time after that.

Seventeen... and even as Glorfindel steps into the place of the fallen man, there is something new. Something completely unexpected. There, on the horizon... faint, faint as hope, but there - the first blush of dawn lightening the sky. And with it, sweeter than any sound he'd ever heard, the horns of Gil-galad's army, the dawn's light catching the tips of spears and making them sparkle like so many fallen stars as the rescuing forces come to sweep their foes away.

Re: Light

[onceaviking]

*sighs*

Kiss

[takingthechance]

She knows better, she truly does - she's seen the mess he's made of other relationships, the pain he's caused other women. He's a RAF pilot, for goodness sakes, and he lives down to the stereotype at times. Lord knows she's overheard enough grumbling from her boss on the subject.

She cannot deny, however, that when he smiles at her... she feels warm all the way down to her toes. That somehow even the idea that she might get a letter makes the day infinitely better. She's already proven she can stick out the rough times... and he seems to know a thing or two about having fun. They work well together.

Her father would be disappointed. Her mother would be scandalized. Mister Foyle doesn't say much of anything, but his pointed absence at times is practically explicit permission.

Maybe it won't work. But she's willing to give it a go for now.

The fact that the way he kisses makes her bones melt is just something she'll refrain from ever telling anyone.

Re: Kiss

[onceaviking]

Oh Sam.

Again. Perfect.

Hand

[souffle_girlek]

She hums happily to herself, nearly engulfed in the guts of the engine of a big-rig that Clint had set her loose on. She supposes it's supposed to be some kind of object lesson after she'd made a face at the more user-friendly interfaces of the smaller cars, but frankly, she's loving it. The fact that she's small enough to practically crawl inside doesn't bother her one bit.

Well, almost not one bit. She reaches back to grab a new timing belt and realizes that she's too far forward to actually reach backward efficiently.

"Erm. Clint? CLINT? Damnit." She huffs, reaching around behind her to try and find some kind of leverage point without actually falling into the engine and crawling back out again. "Clint Barton if you're out there laughing I'm so going to... do something horrible to you as yet to be defined once I get out." She calls, huffily. A hand latches on to her, and tugs her free of the machine.
"Clint I...." The words die in her throat, once she turns around to face her rescuer, and she nearly topples back into the engine compartment again.

That's not Clint.

That's the Predator Doctor. Doctor Predator. One of those.

"Nononono it's alright, no, hey, it's fine, see, nothing dangerous here, nothin' up my sleeves, hey?" He babbles, while she tries to remember how to breathe, tries to remember if there's a plan for this, surely she must have a plan for this. "Well, there's a watch, but that's fine, no, really, you should breathe, try breathing, in see, eeeeee and out, yes?"

She tries to say 'go away'. She tries to say that, to say 'help', to scream, but she can't get any words past the clenched terror in her throat. The world seems to be closing in, which can't be good, not a good survival tactic, but she can't breathe and he's babbling a mile a minute, worried concerned babbling as if he has no clue that he's absolutely the most terrifying thing on this hunk of rock.

And then a hand appears on his shoulder. This one is not long and elegant like the Doctor's hands. This one is scarred, workmanlike, and it spins the Doctor around firmly. Its pair slams across the Doctor's jaw like the wrath of God, silencing the babble, and then both open to catch Oswin when she leaps into Clint's arms.

Re: Hand

[onceaviking]

Creepy.
I like that.

Very good.

Re: >.< I'm forgetting someone.

[balancingminds]

Oswin-licking the bowl
Jemma-properly balanced
Katya-flavored vodka
Blakeney-getting taller
Bones-I know what I know.
Sam-looking the part

[bjornwilde]

I swear my work knows when I'm planning on playing. Days when I have no spoons for tagging, nothing. Days I am anxious to tag, lots of fires to put out.

Anyway, here's a list:
Jessica Drew
Ethan Chandler
Hank McCoy
Quinlan Vos
Tybalt
Sam Wilson
Selina Kyle
Andrea Nash

And since I'm me, pups I'm thinking of:
Ahsoka Tano
Asajj Ventress

[balancingminds]

Tybalt-babysitting
Sam-smells of home
Selina-good joke
Ethan-burning up
Hank-stuck

[no_more_hiding]

It'd taken six months for the serum to fully flush out of Charles' system and all the while Hank couldn't help looking to his own use of "the cure". Being human and normal was something he wasn't quite sure he was ready to let go but his careful notes were making one thing abundantly clear, he was building a tolerance to the formula.

Three months later and he could feel his body changing again. His system had finally proven too strong and he knew, or hypothesized, that if he continued, he'd be immune to the drug. So the question became, grasp at the straws of a few more weeks or months, or save them for future need.

The next month, Hank looked into the mirror at his human face for what he knew could be the last time. As he looked, his complexion turned bluer and his hair turned to fur. He could be happy this way, he told himself. He had done it before, and besides, there were students now and several of them had visibly mutations. It would be good to have a staff member who lived as they did.

"It's good to see you back to yourself," Mystique's voice called softly from his balcony.

Spinning, he turned to find her standing in the moonlight and all his words stuck in his throat. She always had that effect on him

[notapilot]

They're in some destitute slum in Brazil following Bucky's trail when, impossibly, Sam smells chili like his mom used to make. It makes him miss home and then he realizes, Bucky doesn't have that any more.

Any doubts he may have been entertaining are pushed aside. Yeah, he doesn't really know Bucky, but every soldier deserves a home to go back to.

[shadowandsnark]

Tybalt does not enjoy his time with the kittens but a king has a duty to his subjects. Ensuring the next generation are properly skilled is import, even if it might look like playing to those not familiar with the ways of the Court of Cats. And if he might smile as he performs this onerous duty, it is merely for the benefit of his people. Truly.

And when May gifts him a number of feather cat toys, he is most definitely not touched or amused, though they will be useful.

[last_kallig]

Ibani (The Sith Inquisitor, from SWTOR)

[no_more_hiding]

Some people call it crazy well I call it healing

[last_kallig]

"You're going to do WHAT?"

"Siphon life energy from the thing trying to eat us and use it to keep your guts from falling out," Ibani replies, nearly out of breath from running and carrying her friend. "Unless you'd like to have 'appetizer' written on your tombstone?"

[ceitfianna]

I'd love prompts.

Will Scarlett
Charles Xavier
Quentin
William Evans
Moist von Lipwig
Jane Austen
Demeter
Ivan Vorpatril
Tumnus

[the_force_abides]

In what ever order inspires.

Brocken tea cup
Pocket wrench
Film plates
Jitter bug
Hanging from the chandelier
Old words, new stories

Jitter bug

[balancingminds]

Raven was the best dancer as she knew where he would mess up and wasn't there. Whenever they jitter bugged, people would stop to watch, he knew it was mainly to see how Raven moved. But sometimes he caught a thought or two about how he was cute.

Broken tea cup

[heatherandsteel]

From the bottom of the mug, a ceramic octopus looked up with a smile at the Luidaeg who laughed, "Kiddo, this isn't one of mine."

"I saw that you had a lot of broken ones and this was one that I knew you'd like it," Quentin said quickly with a bashful smile before the Luidaeg ruffled his hair.

"Its a fine mug. Does Toby have a mug with a kitty looking up at her?"

"Yes, she does or she will. I haven't given it to her yet."

"You go do that after I have another cup of tea in my new mug."

Film Plates

[makesthings]

"Nick, I don't think that's the right order," Sam watched the chemicals in the bins uneasily. It would be much easier if he could feel if they were right.

"I've done this before, all you need to do is tell me when the timer goes," Nick sounded excited and exasperated at Sam's misgivings.

"I will, but its not my fault if anything explodes."

[chanter1944]

I'm late, but I can't resist.

Will and Sariel (and maybe a couple of other folks, ahem) meet on the Hogwarts Express as first years, just before their Sorting.

I'm still on hiatus but...

[hey35andholding]

Clementine Johnson
Dixie Cousins
Juliet O'Hara
Eponine Thenardier
Pinkie Pie
Merida (Apping in March)

[lt_blade]

Sonya Blade
Matilda wormwood

[jjprobert]

Oh gosh, I haven't been around in forever. (Work and other RL consumed my brain).

Let's go with just a limited selection for now:

Jack West
Bean
Alfred Pennyworth