Fic Friday

[bjornwilde]

OK let's do this.

– Comment with the character(s) you'd like to write for
– Look thru other player's comments and give prompts as you'd like. Prompts can be words, phrases, song lyrics/titles, whatever
– Write for any prompts you receive that inspire. Fic can be any length, from 6 words or 130 characters or 500 words.

Alt mode: Go to an image search in you browser, enter the prompt you'd like to give another player, copy the link, and give that instead of a text prompt.

Comments

[thebattycakes]

I want to be writing more, so gonna give this a go after missing out on the last few.

Multiple prompts are appreciated for a better chance of sparking something in the ol' brainpan.

Let's go with:

Barry Allen

Matt Murdock

Detective Pikachu (I have no idea what may come of this, but he's a fun and fuzzy character I've been playing with in the All-Skate posts so... yeah)

[heatherandsteel]

Barry-summer feeling, iced tea, family reunion (3 so you have options.)
Pikachu-iced coffee, weather boost

[justdidntseeit]

Ahhh, hella belated, as it's technically CSaturday in my neck of the woods, but! For Matt, a handful of options (and, of course, you're free to cherry-pick):

→ chain of custody
→ the wrong side of sunrise
→ holy water cannot help you now

[ceitfianna]

Okay, going to try and actually write some words this time.

Cassian Andor
Quentin
Sameth
Moist von Lipwig

options for you too

[bjornwilde]

Cassian - riddle, or costs of conflict
Quentin - red glowing dust, or below the asteroids
Sameth - lost or forsaken ruins
Moist - star clouds or surplus of rare artifacts

Red trail

[heatherandsteel]

The dust swirled under Quentin's feet, coating his boots and giving them an odd shimmer. He looked up to see if there were pixies around but there were only a few odd shaped trees, whoever this land belonged to missed the desert. Quentin pulled his jacket tighter and kept on walking, looking down at the charm on his wrist. He wouldn't give up, no one got left behind, but he wished where he was searching was based on somewhere he knew

Re: Red trail

[bjornwilde]

Oh this is nice and I am very curious as to Quentin's quest.

Re: Red trail

[heatherandsteel]

Me too, I have no idea where he's going but the idea came together but not the plot.

Missing pieces

[childofrebellion]

Cassian had the lists of all the shipments the Empire had been doing pulled up in front of him; doonium, kyber, workers. They were building something but he didn't see how the pieces fit together.

Kyber wasn't for building, it was for Jedi or keeping from those who believed in the Force. Doonium was useful and strong but so much, there had to be a shipyard somewhere where it was all going. That was the part of the puzzle he couldn't find yet, there was something he was missing.

[chanter1944]

Cassian having fun in the flight simulator room upstairs from the main bar

Sameth meets prime!Trekverse technology, and makes of it... whatever you will he will

[bjornwilde]

Let's go with:

Ahsoka
Sabine
Jessica Drew
Ben Hargreeves

[heatherandsteel]

Giving options
Ahsoka-days off, out of armor
Sabine-tradition, misfire, bad fuse
Ben-summer heat, brothers
Jessica-fire escape, stuck on the subway

[jedi_interrupted]

The first time Ahsoka saw clones out of armor it was weird for her. She'd never quite realized she thought of the armor as much a part of them as their names and the marks they adopted to claim an identity; hair, tattoos, and the like. But just like a blaster or her lightsabers, the armor was just a tool and not the person within. She'd remember that now.

[ceitfianna]

Love that and also they mod their armor too, so some of those individual symbols are gone.

[bjornwilde]

Thank you for the prompt. I couldn't figure out how to fit the armor in without rambling. :)

[bjornwilde]

She honestly had never expected to have kids, Tristan was the one who was going to keep the family line going, but one thing lead to another and she ended up having two, twins.

"But Moma, I want your helmet!" Thalia cried out as Sabine readied the helmet she'd carried and worn through the rebellion to go into the smelter. She'd removed all the components and it was all just the beskar now. The same had been done with other pieces of her armor, but most especially the breastplates.

"No little one, my dagger. Listen, and you as well Ivo. I pass my armor down to you, but it is up to you to make it your own. To make a name with it. I cannot do that for you as it would be my name and not yours. That is why we reforge the armor, to give it new life and a clear palette."

Thalia nodded as if she understood--which Sabine half-believed--and Ivo just looked thoughtful as always.

[ceitfianna]

Oh cool, love the idea of her creating her own interpretations of Mandolorian traditions.

[bjornwilde]

I really hope she shows up in s2 of The Mandalorian. I need to know she survived The Purge. :O

~Drops some Sparkle~

[themidnightson]

Hey. You know. That boy.

Re: ~Drops some Sparkle~

[betagainstme]

Alice, Edward, piano duet. 🥺😌

1951; i can't be far

[themidnightson]

The first time they play together, it's not planned.

Maybe Edward has given in, maybe he has said, finally, that he needs her. It doesn't give Alice everything still. It's given her a beginning. It's given her finally the space to stop pushing desperately for ever inch she can dig out of him. To try and move more at his pace. Because he did say it. Because it's been easier. There've been so many easier days. Conversations. But there are so many places she still can't follow him.

(Yet.) And that still gnaws at her.
Especially when she's trying to sit on her hands.

"You're thinking too much,"

Edward's voice was quiet enough that it is under the register even of the Beethoven he's playing.
He hadn't even opened his eyes the whole way to say it, hadn't looked over at her as he did.

"I know," Alice half-huffed, half-whined. As if she couldn't control it. Then, as though she realized how it sounded, washing her pout away with an embarrassed, annoyed grimace, whispering something that is more a plea and a promise -- "I know." -- her thoughts suddenly tumbling desperately not be sent away, to have ruined the moment, being let this close. "I know. I'm sorry."

She is trying. Even as she is shoving her hands even further under her, fingertips digging into the cloth of her skirt. As though it were possible. In the small space of the piano bench to move at all without him feeling. To choose anyone it without him seeing it in her thoughts. She is trying.

(She gets carried away.

He's trying less and less to pretend he isn't envious of that.)

When Edward decides it, there's no hesitation. Even though he's never done this. Not in thirty-three years. Not with Carlisle. Or Esme, or even Rose, even though it's among her many 'timely' accomplishments from her human life. He does it in the same second he decides it, and the vision happens even as he plays the opening notes.

(He's getting better at that, too. Her visions.
Figuring out how to watch, how to see, how to give, how to take.

And even so very, very rarely how to hold something from her until.)

He hears the quick surprised breath in her nose. The confusion. The certainty she's wrong. The strength of the cut-quick desperate want. But she doesn't move her hands, digging harder into her legs. She hasn't touched his piano since she apologized. She knew he loved it like he loved few other things. She'd seen that in her visions. She hadn't understood how much more than that it was until she saw it in person and not in her mind. When he stopped the first call part, she didn't move, didn't breathe again.

It's only, Are you sure? Are you? I don't want--
Tremulous. Terrified. Desperate to run into it, too.

Edward glanced toward her, but there weren't any words. He couldn't say he was sure. Not, and not be lying, and she already knew that. But he did need her; and he'd never shared this. Not even when he'd given all he was. It wasn't part of him he could. Like all the other things he couldn't, too. It felt long, but it was probably only a second. Before he looked away from her eyes and down at his hands, and started the beginning section against, swaying just the smallest bit to nudge her shoulder.

Watching himself, and through her eyes, as a single of Alice's fingers very gently started tapping the single first key. The two of them trading off, and then blending the two pieces into one as it called for it.

Re: 1951; i can't be far

[betagainstme]

*UGLY SOBBING*

[magnus_archivist]

Jon Sims - The Magnus Archives
Cecil Palmer - Welcome to Night Vale
Klaus Hargreeves - Umbrella Academy

Party time!

[chanter1944]

Cecil & Carlos or Cecil/Carlos, or both: A better world is possible. Let's go find it.