Friday DE

[bjornwilde]

It's time to get the prompts
It's time to write the lines
It's time to make the fic on the Fic Friday today!

Ahem....sorry about the bad filking there. Anyway, fic Friday! Post in with you pup's, get a prompt (whether from fellow muns, song titles, or random first line generators), and then write for whatever inspires!

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[bjornwilde]

I'm going with:
Jessica Drew
Viv Vision
Tybalt

And a bonus:
Ben Hargreeves

[skyhigh_seance]

I'm in the mood for song titles today, so you get:

Viv: Hearts, thorns, and scales

Ben: Put the gun down (alternately, 'high-fiving ghosts' after what I read about Justin Min's tweet about harassing extras into giving Ben sass)

[amiable_horror]

The mission was simple--find the shooter and eliminate him--but what Ben found was a scared father who just wanted to save his daughter.

"Sir, just put the gun down," he said gently as his tentacles slowly reach out for the weapon. Since the others weren't there, he got to make this call and he was going to figure out how to get this man out alive.

[amiable_horror]

Managing Klaus without having an actual body was nearly an impossible task. You'd think it'd be impossible, but Ben had one advantage...the other ghosts.

As Klaus turned heel to take a different alley (away from the impending mugging and likely stabbing if not murder) Ben high-fived the other ghost, a young boy who'd been hit by a car.

[heatherandsteel]

Tybalt-modern tastes
Jessica-hangover food
Viv-pizza night

[thebattycakes]

So I had to bang on the first line generator thing with a stick to get it to work for me but, it came up with interesting ones.

Jess: The sound of laughter drifted up from the street below, making him feel very alone in this new town

Ben: The footsteps were moving away

[amiable_horror]

Laying there his mind wandered and he couldn't focus. He could think. All he could do was listen to the footsteps moving away, quieter and quieter.

As he took his last breath, he realized he'd been hearing his heart the whole time.

[bjornwilde]

Err...”He couldn’t think.”

[holdingacat]

First line generator!

Tybalt: The footsteps were moving away
Ben: The fire was getting closer

[amiable_horror]

Ben kept screaming at the near-comatose Klaus as the fire spread. A knocked over candle from Klaus's kick as the drug took him the cause.

Ben called the other ghosts and together they screamed more, but Klaus just wasn't responding. The fire was near to his brother's taffeta skirt when a really old ghost scowled and swung at the pitcher of water above Klaus, knocking it over and waking the living man.

He got up and stumbled away, saved, while Ben stared at the old ghost and wondered how she'd done it. The ghost shrugged and so Ben just nodded thanks before following his brother out of the flophouse.

[skyhigh_seance]

Let's do thiiiiiis!

[bjornwilde]

You get song titles as well...Twilight Sheds.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus was never a nature lover. Hiking, camping, being all... outdoors-y, he leaves that to others. He tells people it is because he likes his creature comforts (or, later, because no one sells Molly in the woods).

That's a lie. Surprise!

As the light fails, the dead become less ignorable, more present, as if shedding the veil that bright light provides.

So he stays where the lights can be bright constantly, and calls himself cosmopolitan.

[i_am_your_host]

I forgot I wasn't on Facebook and wanted to click a heart.

[heatherandsteel]

a favorite line of mine that seems on the nose for Klaus 'can tell a lot about the soul of a town from the blood of the men gone into the ground'

[ceitfianna]

Oh yes, love prompts.

Cassian Andor
Quentin
Moist von Lipwig
Charles Xavier
Demeter

[skyhigh_seance]

Ye olde song title prompts:

Cassian: Ugh, those feels again
Charles: Bumps and Bruises

Not this time

[childofrebellion]

Cassian heard the comm crackle as Draven signed off and leaned his head against the panel.

"There will not be a full extraction?" Kay asked almost stated from where he sat in the cockpit.

"No, there won't be. I'll get them all the resources I can but we can't bring them with us," They should be able to, he'd put the plan together but Draven wouldn't give him the go ahead.

"If they accompany us then the percentage of any of us being caught or killed rises to an unacceptable level. I can provide the breakdown for you."

"No, no, I know you're right and he's right, just be nice to actually do a rescue sometime." Cassian couldn't remember the last time that he was able to know he'd truly saved someone, too often he had to leave informants behind. Many times they did end up safe but it was never simple.

"You could request a change of assignments though that would not be the best use of our skills," Kay offered up.

"No, let's finish this mission." Cassian said with a sigh.

[bjornwilde]

Charles: Trip to Japan
Quentin: Sephora
Moist: A happy ending
Cassian: All in my mind
Demeter: Cream

Not for me

[childofrebellion]

She smiled at him, Cassian had never seen Jyn look that happy. It transformed her and that glow had been directed at him. And there was a good reason for that, she was telling him on her way down, it wasn't anything more than that. He knew the odds for this mission and at least she was willing to smile at him. That was enough to hold onto, that maybe she something worthy of fighting beside.

More glitter

[heatherandsteel]

"We are going to get so much glitter," May said as she swept into Sephora in a swirl of her rainbow skirt holding Jazz's hand as Quentin, Raj and Chelsea followed after her.

Quentin yawned as he followed, "Just no getting glitter on Toby's jacket, she was really annoyed about that and it took ages to clean."

"All the glitter will be for us," May said as she ruffled Quentin's hair.

He sighed as Raj laughed and went to the eye shadows. Raj and Chelsea got into a discussion of colors and what worked with their eye shades.

A saleswoman with hair a deep purple came over and beamed at Jazz and May and smiled at Quentin, "I remember you and you've brought friends with great cheekbones. We have a few new colors that I think you'll enjoy."

Jazz laughed and tugged Quentin over, "Come on, this will be fun."

Re: More glitter

[bjornwilde]

Oh man, now I am imagining Quentin getting a makeover and loving it. Not sure if that's where you were going. Loved the Cassian did too.

Re: More glitter

[ceitfianna]

Thanks, I imagined him sitting down and having things tested on him, all of them. They were good prompts.

[thebattycakes]

Using the random first line generator (but I'm also cheating by clicking until I find one I like. XD)

Cassian: He kept absolutely still as the footsteps got louder

Charles: His voice had never sounded so cold

Demeter: The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive

Waiting

[childofrebellion]

Nothing else has the same clunk as an Imperial boot, Cassian slowed his breathing as the 'troopers passed by. He couldn't risk peering out but he tried to count how many there were by their cadence. It was more than he'd expected, something had changed for the garrison to be upped. Once the street was silent, there was a long pause before any other footsteps could be heard. No one wanted to be out when 'troopers were on the march.

[holdingacat]

First line generator!

Demeter: Why shouldn't they help themselves, after the way they'd been treated?
Moist: The pen hadn't been worth stealing

The work after war

[wheatencrown]

Demeter knew who owned every chateau and farm within her own walking distance. And she chose carefully when she opened gates to all the lost souls who were walking the land as victory neared. Kore was doing her own work with careful curses and blights. A flashlight landed on her as she opened a pantry, "Madame? What are you doing?"

"Feeding those who need to be fed."

The people with her froze in fear as Demeter stared down the soldier who met her eyes then backed away, "I see. Um, the general's coming through tomorrow."

"Thank you, we won't bother him." This soldier was polite but Demeter was sick of the sight of soldiers. The flashlight moved away and all those around her breathed once more.

[morethanprops]

Moist frowned as he turned the pen around in his hands, it wasn't even real gold. No use hanging onto it, it would lead back to him. He dropped it into the pocket of a passing clerk as he went to find his horse.

[holdingacat]

Fic Friday is the best Friday:

Cecil Palmer, WTNV
Chirrut Imwe, Rogue One
Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

[heatherandsteel]

Chirrut-'a fate that has ways of providing'
Cecil-passionate kisses
Roy-backdraft

[troublesome_alchemist]

The dark is absolute. He has seen the absolute truth, but that is the last thing he ever will. He has.. oh, he has so much left to do, so much being added daily. Soon, soon he won't have even this minor amount of rest. He will have to prove that even blind, the Flame Alchemist can't be left behind.

A soft sound brings his head up.

"It's just me, sir." The voice is still more hoarse, more tired than he likes, but it still sets him at ease immediately.

"Lieutenant." Quiet but firm footfalls are honestly louder than they need to be - a concession to his blindness, but a minor one, one easy enough to ignore the necessity of. "Are you sure you should be up? The doctors..."

"Can find me just as well here as they can in the next room over. Budge over." He huffs a laugh at her order, but moves over obligingly. The bed dips under her weight, her body warm beside his.

And then a smaller, warmer weight is dumped into his lap.

"I could practically hear you brooding, even in the other room." Hawkeye explains, somewhere between amused and exasperated.

"Lieutenant, I..."

"Cuddle the damn puppy, sir. You've done enough, for now."

Something flares, bright and fierce in his chest. He could have sworn he knew the depth and breath of that fire that burned for Riza, but...

But after so long having to keep his regard smothered to sidelong looks and vague commentary, he really ought to have thought about the dangers of the backdraft coming.

[childofrebellion]

"Cuddle the damn puppy, sir. You've done enough, for now." I love that line.

[troublesome_alchemist]

Heee, thankee! I heart their snarky, overly-romantic souls.

[thebattycakes]

Random first line generator strikes again!

Cecil: To his horror, he realized he'd been this way before

Chirrut: They had been together for twenty-five years

[thebattycakes]

Dang it, I really wanted to be here for this one today! I've been away from my desk all day and I'm about to head home shortly, but I'll totally take prompts and work on them over the weekend.

Going with:

Barry Allen
Matt Murdock
And I'll toss in Logan as well, who has wandered back into my brain pan.

[holdingacat]

First line generator strikes again!

Barry: Reluctantly, he handed over the key
Logan: Who would have poisoned the old man's dog?

[bjornwilde]

I hear you! I've been neck deep in edits on a manual intended for use on smartphones and the program we use is so slow.....

Barry:
Most vivid amongst the memories of his home town

Matt:
She had followed the woman for days and at last her patience was paying off

Logan:
The Ferrari stopped and the tinted window opened to reveal

[ceitfianna]

Barry-long way around
Matt-sin bin
Logan-worn out boots

[splash_of_blue]

USUAL TRIBE:
Sam Linnfer
Molly Hayes
Minerva McGonagall
Raoul of Goldenlake
Phil Coulson
Snow Leopard Woman
Victoria
War
Poe Dameron
BB-8

BONUS RABBLE:
Dr Max DeBryn
Nebula
Aziraphael
Crowley
Carol Danvers
Bumblebee
Singularity
Bets Hilton
Selina Kyle (Bale!movie flavour)
Singularity

[holdingacat]

First line generator!

Poe: The attack was over in seconds
Minerva: The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive
GOmens crew of your choice: S/He had the urge to clear the ground, to look out and see nothing
Phil: As he took in the view from the twentieth floor, the lights went out all over the city

[ceitfianna]

Molly-same old song
Minerva-well behaved children
BB8-fried wires
Good Omens of your choice-day job

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Extremely late to the party, but:

Yamato Ishida (and Gabumon).

[bjornwilde]

I don’t look for trouble but trouble looks for me.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

This is the third time this week that Jyou opens his front door to find Yamato standing on his doorstep with a black eye, a gash across his forehead, split knuckles, and a frankly disquieting amount of blood on his clothes (that Jyou just knows is mostly other people's), looking like a sad puppy.

That look had worked the first thirty times Jyou saw it. He's immune now.

"You know, some people go their entire lives without getting into any brawls, Ishida," he says. "I know, it surprised me as well when I heard."

"It wasn't my fault this time. They picked a fight with me."

"And I'm sure you did your very best to defuse the situation," Jyou replies dryly. "Come in. I'll get the ice and the suturing kit. Next time I'm ignoring you, though."

"You always say that."

[morethanprops]

right time and place