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Friday DE: what's the line?
Heyo Milliways and welcome again to Friday. Congrats on surviving the week.
Let's celebrate with Fic Friday!
Today's theme: dialogue.
The Rules:
1. Post in with a list of your pups you'd like to write for (include All Skate folks if you want!).
2. Others will tag with a line of dialogue serving as a prompt.
3. Fic it like it's hot! Include the line somewhere in your writing.
4. Don't forget to leave prompts for others!
There's no rule on who has to say the prompted line in your piece, fit it in where you like.
Alright folks, have fun!
Let's celebrate with Fic Friday!
Today's theme: dialogue.
The Rules:
1. Post in with a list of your pups you'd like to write for (include All Skate folks if you want!).
2. Others will tag with a line of dialogue serving as a prompt.
3. Fic it like it's hot! Include the line somewhere in your writing.
4. Don't forget to leave prompts for others!
There's no rule on who has to say the prompted line in your piece, fit it in where you like.
Alright folks, have fun!

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Keeping it to this trio:
Pups:
Barry Allen
Matt Murdock
All Skate:
Clark Kent
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My nightmares will forever be haunted.
(Still, thanks for the encouragement and laughs. I appreciate it. XD)
*Wades back into the chaos storm of work*
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Barry: "Therefore I am."
Clark: "Lost in time."
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→ Matt: "Your motion is denied, Mr. Murdock."
→ Clark: "What's the first rule of journalism?" / "Never misspell a name?" / "No. I mean, yes, but no. First unwritten rule: Never become the story."
ETA: Okay, I am a cheating McCheaterson, because Clark's prompt is not one line of dialogue, but three exchanges. I am the worst!
ETA 2.0: And Barry's is two sentences, not one! See above re: worst.
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Viv Vision
Jessica Drew
All-Skate:
Sally Tsung, cause she's still haunting me
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Jess: "Ever get that creepy crawly feeling?"
Sally: "I'm warning you."
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“May I have your WiFi password?” she asked and she opened herself up to the outside connection.
Kamala looked down at her notes and cleared her throat. “Couldn’t you just use your hotspot?”
“I could,” Viv agreed, “but then my father would be able to trace my presence. I believe we had decided that we needed to remain hidden until we verified our information.”
Sighing, Kamala nodded and then reluctantly spoke, though Viv was not certain why she was concerned. “The password is ‘Tony Stark’s mustache’, all one word with a capital M with mustache.”
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→ Jessica: "Unexpected, sure — but not surprising."
→ Sally: "But that was the wrong incantation."
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"So you play a goose and your purpose is to cause problems for the humans? Okay, that is kind of bizarre."
(Sorry, Viv doesn't do contractions. :D )
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→ Ben Wade | 3:10 to Yuma [2007] (
→ Claire Temple | Daredevil, et al. [Marvel MCU] (
→ Kate Warner | 24 (
→ Raylan Givens | Justified (
→ Foggy Nelson | Daredevil, et al. [Marvel MCU] (
→ Piper Chapman | Orange is the New Black (
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Ben: "How much is it worth to you?"
Claire: "Just shut up a second."
Kate: "Coffee?" / "Please."
Raylan: "Take two steps to your right."
Foggy: "It's not like I can just call an Uber right now."
Piper: "Lights out."
[ben wade] matter of fact
Virgil Edmonson's voice is even less steady than his hands. Truth be told, Ben's not entirely sure Edmonson'll keep ahold of the pilfered pair of saddlebags he's clutching like a one-way ticket to glory.
Ben smiles, cold as a January sun.
"Now, that ain't relevant, is it?" He cocks his Colt. "The question, Virgil, is how much is it worth to you?"
Re: [ben wade] matter of fact
CHILLS. Ben Wade you are one Bad Ass SOB.
Brilliant. Your brain is the best brain, I love this!
Re: [ben wade] matter of fact
And, ahaha, I am thrilled that line had the intended effect. According to Ben, he is not so much a bad-ass SOB as he is just ... very honest. *cackle* Seriously: Thank you, thank you, thank you. ♥ I've had a ridic amount of fun playing around with these prompts, aiiieeeee.
[raylan givens] suffering fools
Under the sun-dappled shade of a massive oak, Dewey Crowe's face scrunches, and he shakes his head.
"No, marshal, I don't think I will."
"Dewey — "
"Nope." Dewey gives another firm shake of his head for emphasis, clacking the gator teeth circling his tattooed neck. "I ain't falling for your horseshit again."
"Well, okay," Raylan says mildly, without lowering his sidearm. "When that rattler decides to strike, that'll be between you and him, then."
Dewey's head snaps to the side.
"Oh, shit," he screeches, just before both his booted feet leave the ground.
Raylan stifles a sigh.
"Your other right, Dewey — "
"Fuckin' shoot it, marshal!"
Raylan fires, cleaving the snake into two messy hunks of muscle.
"I'm bit," Dewey mewls, "oh, Jesus, Raylan Givens, I'm bit, I'm gonna die, I'm goin' all pins and needles — "
Raylan frowns as he digs his phone from his pocket and thumbs 9-1-1.
"This is Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens. I'm out on Clay's Ferry, just over the Madison County line, and I've got one in custody, needs an ambulance. He hasn't been shot, but — "
"Snakebit!" Dewey howls. "Oh, Lord, I'm goin' blind."
Raylan's expression is flatter than Kansas.
"I'm sure you heard that," he says to the dispatcher. "Send a shaman, too, if you've got one handy."
[kate warner] see you in the morning time
(The bar. Drinks — downstairs. Then — upstairs. His room, not hers.)
He stirs, one hand splaying wide on her hip; the other smooths a butterfly-light line down her spine.
"Morning."
The rumble of his voice sends a pleasant shiver rippling down the side of her neck and along the curve of her bare shoulder.
"Mmm, hi."
"Coffee?"
Eyes still closed, she nods against her pillow.
"Please," she murmurs, and she can feel his stubbled smile spread against her sleep-warm skin.
"Sure." His lips brush her earlobe. "Anything else?"
She shakes her head, and hums a low, appreciative sigh when he kisses her temple.
"Be back in a few, Sleeping Beauty."
She breathes a chuckle, and gives his callused fingers a parting squeeze.
Matt, she remembers, listening to the quiet rustle of clothing, and the near-silent click of the closing door.
His name is Matt, and he's an attorney.
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I'm working on a fic (for intoabar) where Peter Parker somehow meets Anastasia Luccio (from Dresden Files) - feel free to also tie in the prompt 'horizon' (fan_flashworks prompt)
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If you still want a prompty here are a few to choose from:
- "Sorry, didn't mean to web you."
- "Excuse me, official Avengers' business."
- "Meet you in the cafeteria?"