Tuesday DE - Two sentences full of words

[bjornwilde]

Let’s write some Fic!

Comment with the characters you’d like to write for. (Milliways pups, All Skate pups, OCs, I don’t care.) 
Give and receive prompts
Write what inspires but you must write at least two sentences.
Repeat as desired.

Comments

[alongfallfromgrace]

YES! And I'm off work today, so hit me up! Let's piiiiick:

- Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)
- Nori Brandyfoot (The Rings of Power)
- Cecil Palmer (Welcome To Nightvale)

... others on request, if you know one of mine and you are just really wanting it.

[bjornwilde]

WWX - Therefor I am
Nori - She had a thirst for knowledge
Cecil - Hollow Moon

(You get music prompts!)

[alongfallfromgrace]

Hahaha, this one got away from me, so instead of taking up half the page, it's here.

[ceitfianna]

Wei Wuxian-Not enough soup
Nori-right path
Cecil-Static

[alongfallfromgrace]

He's hungry. He's hungry, and tired, and aching so much he'd swear his hair hurts. But this camp is reinforced, and shijie is here - and that means there will be soup. The thought of shijie's soup drags him through battle, through the grinding irritation that is strategy meetings, through the constant shame of the scorn from every corner for being too unusual, too unorthodox, to other. He feels like a mangy street dog by dinner time, only kept muzzled for Jiang Cheng's sake, clinging with his fingernails to the idea of soup, and then what sleep he can grab before it can all start again.

But the meeting went long, because the other sect leaders were idiots who didn't know it was time for soup. The supply chains this far from a stronghold were thin, trickling into camp in fits and starts.

Wei Wuxian has a bowl of soup in his hands - warm, and maybe a little thin, but smelling of home, but...

One of his shimeis is poking at a plain bowl of rice, the supply of soup evidently run out before she could get a bowl. She isn't complaining, but... she's one of the young cultivators Jiang Cheng stuck with shijie's guard. She must have smelled the soup cooking all day. Quietly he slips away from Jiang Cheng's side, directing one of the serving staff to take the bowl over to the poor girl. It's fine. He's sure there will be soup another day.

[bjornwilde]

I think there were some onions in that soup. (sniffs)

WWX is the best.

[ceitfianna]

Oh yes, love some fic prompts.

Cassian Andor
Quentin
Charles Xavier
Sameth
Demeter
Moist von Lipwig

[bjornwilde]

Cassian - Why is everything wrong right now?
Quentin - Why did it have to be goblins?
Moist - What else did you think?

Misplaced pride

[morethanprops]

"You really drew these?" The amount of surprise in Spike's voice was vaguely insulting.

"Where did you think the designs came from?" Stamps didn't exist until he created them. "That you stole them. You steal everything."

That wasn't not true but he was a forger, which meant he had to make things, "And forge them. No one will believe a bad check."

She gave one of her almost smiles and patted his cheek, "So odd how much pride you have in being a criminal."

It was the closest he was going to get to an apology, so he would take it.

Re: Misplaced pride

[bjornwilde]

This gave me a chuckle. Well done!

[alongfallfromgrace]

Cassian: There was only one bed
Charles: Barrage of Bats
Moist: Punch punch punch ohno

Tropes, tropes for everyone!

Our bed

[childofrebellion]

(I need to reup his account but this icon works.)

Jyn flopped down on the bed, taking up most of the space with a smile, "Who do you think told them we were together?"

Cassian sighed and fit himself into the space she'd left him on the bed, "Probably Bodhi, he can't keep anything from them."

"Nicer bed than last time, another benefit of being an us," She said and Cassian kissed her, the bed was comfier than the last time they'd visited the orphanage. But a lot of things were more peaceful than that visit.

Miscalculation

[morethanprops]

The first punch surprises him and gets him on the chin and Moist steps back, there should be an exit nearby. He didn't think things were going this badly.

"Give me back my money!" It was a surprisingly loud yell for a small nobleman who started reaching for something in his coat. Moist didn't wait to find out what it was and ran for the door, he knew there was a fast horse in the stables and felt something whiff by his elbow. He hadn't expected this much violence from Percy.

[bjornwilde]

Sabine Wren
Ahsoka Tano
Jessica Drew

Bonus, Sallish. A street kid surviving in a magical capitalist nightmare of a city.

[alongfallfromgrace]

Ahsoka: Haunting the guilty
Jessica: Absurdly Divided School

Flinging tropes like hand grenades :D

[bjornwilde]

I love these and I think I might have to go AU for them. :)

[snarky_spider]

Teens are weird and cliquish; she knows this. They need to firmly declare this is us and that is them. But shoes vs no shoes? Really?

"Logan, your school is weird."

I am spinning this into AU territory

[jedi_interrupted]

Anakin's ghost showing up was just expected. She'd heard from Luke that some jedi could live beyond their death in the Force so she was just waiting for him to decide he had the courage to speak to her again.

(She tried not to wonder too hard why Obi-Wan hadn't visited her yet.)

But then the being who only knew himself as Sixth Brother appeared, followed by Seventh sister, and then Maul? Each seeking something she wasn't sure of. Brother and Sister seemed to want to find the Light, but Maul was just his old surly self.

--I am not sure how to end this but I think it needs to be explored more. :)

[ceitfianna]

Sabine-Signature
Ahsoka-Road seems to know