Blind Prompt Game
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iesikaTo celebrate the receipt of my beautiful, wonderful new laptop, I have decided to binge on ficlet writing. I feel like writing *crack*, though, so here is how this is going to work:
I have made a list of DC characters I feel like I could get a good ficlet out of. You pick up to three numbers (1-50) and I will write you a ficlet with those characters. If you don't want porn, let me know.
Tim is on the list more than once, because I love writing him and this is my party. It is potentially possible to get Tim/Tim/Tim if you have amazing probability-defying powers. Feel free to request more than one set of numbers...probably not more than two or three sets at a time, though. ETA: (I think I'm going to limit new responses to one prompt from here out, since got 19 while I was at dinner! Otherwise I'm kind of scared of what my inbox will look like in the morning.) I'm going to be in the middle of nowhere for a few days, and then I have a long car trip ahead of me, and the whole point of this is really to keep me entertained.
I'll post the list when I decide to close prompts, so that everyone can see the level of crack that they have coming to them.
Prompts are now closed. Twenty felt like a good round number.
1. Cass
2. Kon
3. Clark
4. Steph
5. Tim
6. Anita
7. Dick
8. Damian
9. Lois
10. Wildcat
11. Hartley
12. Ivy
13. Eddie
14. Roy
15. Helena
16. Babs
17. Alfred
18. Bruce
19. Bullock
20. Harley
21. Ollie
22. Tim
23. Gar
24. Max Lord
25. Dmitri
26. Tora
27. Selina
28. Zinda
29. Kory
30. Jake
31. Booster
32. Cassie
33. Guy
34. Bea
35. Ted
36. Grundy
37. Bart
38. Lian
39. Jim
40. Jaime
41. Tim
42. Max Mercury
43. Zat
44. ASBAR Batman
45. Renee
46. Dinah
47. Diana
48. Jason
49. Greta
50. Martha
I have made a list of DC characters I feel like I could get a good ficlet out of. You pick up to three numbers (1-50) and I will write you a ficlet with those characters. If you don't want porn, let me know.
Tim is on the list more than once, because I love writing him and this is my party. It is potentially possible to get Tim/Tim/Tim if you have amazing probability-defying powers.
Prompts are now closed. Twenty felt like a good round number.
1. Cass
2. Kon
3. Clark
4. Steph
5. Tim
6. Anita
7. Dick
8. Damian
9. Lois
10. Wildcat
11. Hartley
12. Ivy
13. Eddie
14. Roy
15. Helena
16. Babs
17. Alfred
18. Bruce
19. Bullock
20. Harley
21. Ollie
22. Tim
23. Gar
24. Max Lord
25. Dmitri
26. Tora
27. Selina
28. Zinda
29. Kory
30. Jake
31. Booster
32. Cassie
33. Guy
34. Bea
35. Ted
36. Grundy
37. Bart
38. Lian
39. Jim
40. Jaime
41. Tim
42. Max Mercury
43. Zat
44. ASBAR Batman
45. Renee
46. Dinah
47. Diana
48. Jason
49. Greta
50. Martha
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Date: 2009-12-25 10:24 pm (UTC)12/25 - Merry Christmas
43/32/21 - Just for fun.~
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:30 am (UTC)Anita knows she ought to be terrified. Ivy is a heavy-hitter, and Empress has only been in the game for a few years. She’s got her swords, so she could cut the encroaching vines, but the same whispering part of her that makes her not afraid also tells her that wouldn’t be a very good idea. The Loa rarely steer her wrong, so Anita carefully sheathes her swords.
That brings the vines up short, and they rear up like snakes to sway and weave at the level of her eyes, ready to strike. Anita isn’t afraid of snakes, though. If anything, the serpentine movements of the vines make her more confident. She’s on more familiar ground, now.
Anita is carrying powders that make smoke and fire when they’re mixed together. She’s got half a flask of good rum, too, for plying the spirits. She’s also got better ways of resolving this than a conflagration, now that Loko is whispering in her ear.
(Loko is one of the major loa (saints or spirits) in Voodoo, and is the patron of plants and medicine).
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Date: 2009-12-25 10:44 pm (UTC)My birthday, with the year reversed. Let's see what comes out. :)
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:34 am (UTC)“Are you going to marry my daddy?” Lian says, and Steph is so startled she drops her Princess Prissypants. They’re playing dolls, sitting on the floor of Lian’s bedroom while Roy’s in the kitchen making dinner, and the question had come out of the blue.
“Um,” Steph says, feeling incredibly awkward, “your daddy and I haven’t talked about it, sweetheart.” After a moment, something occurs to her, and she drops her voice to a whisper. “Why are you asking? Did he say something, or…something?”
“No,” Lian says, continuing to dress her Darbie doll like they aren’t discussing anything important. Then again, Steph and Roy have been known to talk about supervillains at the dinner table, so maybe to her, marriage isn’t such a big deal. “I just thought you’ve been dating for kind of a long time, and…” She holds up the Darbie, who’s dressed like some kind of career woman, in a blue skirt-suit and incongruous red-glitter pumps. “I think you’d be a good mommy.”
Steph swallows hard. She doesn’t cry, though, for Lian’s sake, because Steph doesn’t think she wants explain to her why such a nice compliment would make Steph feel so sad.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:55 am (UTC)Quick, fill more prompts so I have something to read during the trip home.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-25 11:32 pm (UTC)5 - 35 - 9
10 -3 - 31
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Date: 2009-12-25 11:58 pm (UTC)12 - 34 - 46
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:36 am (UTC)The girl is sitting at the kitchen table when Martha comes down in her bathrobe and slippers. Martha has a moment of panic that lasts long enough for her to remember that Jonathon is in the fields already and that without his powers, Clark won’t hear her if she screams. Once she gets over the sheer shock of finding someone in the kitchen she keeps telling herself she’ll have to get used to seeing empty, she catches her breath and looks again. The girl’s clothes are simple but neat, and she’s sitting like a young lady, with her knees together and her ankles crossed under her chair. There’s something about her that makes Martha pause – something about the way her shoulders are slumped, or maybe it’s that she isn’t looking up from her hands.
She’s about Conner’s age, maybe a little older - or at least the age he looked until… Martha swallows hard. She lets go of the doorframe and steps into the room. The girl looks harmless, but raising Clark – being a part of his life – has given Martha a very real understanding that things aren’t always what they seem. Still, Martha isn’t really afraid now.
Martha is a mother, even if one son is grown and the other is in the ground. She knows a hurt child when she sees one, and she knows grief, too. They buried Conner yesterday. Martha very nearly didn’t get out of the bed, this morning.
The girl looks up when Martha approaches, and it’s like she’s crying without tears. She stares at Martha for a moment, then cringes away and covers her face like she can’t bear the sight Martha’s own grief. “Sorry”, she whispers, and then again - “Sorry. Sorry. *Sorry*.”
Martha still doesn’t know who she is, but she drops to her knees on the cold floor anyway and draws the girl into a hug.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:46 am (UTC)Martha would be so good for Cass. They would drink coffee and Martha would bake for Cass and teach her to read. This was lovely.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:55 am (UTC)The only thing better would have been if you'd gotten Jake and Zat, or something.
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Date: 2009-12-27 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-27 01:38 am (UTC)“You stun her,” Beatriz says, “and I’ll torch the vines. It seems like a simple enough plan.”
Dinah huffs out a frustrated sigh. “It would be - if *someone* had given me enough antitoxin.”
“Hey, don’t get short with *me*-“
“I’m not,” Dinah said, and tapped her ear. “Look, backup’s coming – just keep the growth contained, and we’ll deal with Ivy when the reinforcements get here. The last thing we need is for either of us to get whammied. I’ve had enough mind-control adventures this week, thank you.”
Beatriz plants her hands on her hips, but she powers down. “I thought she could only whammy *men*”
Dinah’s chuckle is dark. “Sorry, Fire. She can snag anyone who’s attracted to women.” When Beatriz opens her mouth to protest, Dinah cuts her off. “Oh, don’t even. I was *in* the League with you and Ice.”
Beatriz’s mouth shuts with a click.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-27 01:44 am (UTC)OH FEMSLASHY SUBTEXT, HOW I LOVE THEE!
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:48 am (UTC)And you love /all/ subtext. Not just femslash.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:59 am (UTC)*psst* come talk to meeee!
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Date: 2009-12-27 02:06 am (UTC)Wait! I think I can chat on this phone. Let me investigate.
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Date: 2009-12-27 02:12 am (UTC)No, really.
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Date: 2009-12-26 12:19 am (UTC)17! and, um, 7, because I was born in July, and 16, the day my daughter was born.
So, 17- 7- 16
And because I like even palindromes:
22-44
And one more for good measure:
8/41
Feel free to ignore any of these, I just throw them out there for fun.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:20 am (UTC)(25, 2, 17) - Dmitri, Kon, Alfred
It was Kon who had suggested the contest, and even though Bruce had glared about it, Dick had latched onto the idea and Kara had laughed herself red in the face and Tim had finally sent Martha a plane ticket to settle the issue. And because he liked pie.
The logistic proved to be a little trickier than they’d planned, though, because while there were plenty of volunteers, they were all too biased to be fair judges. Dick had suggested they call the Flashes, but Tim had been quick on the veto – they did want there to be enough to go around, after all.
Bruce had suffered through the argument for almost half an hour before standing up and heading to the teleporters. Ten minutes later, he was back, with a guest.
Really, there was only one truly unbiased person who loved apple pie enough to judge a bake off between Martha Kent and Alfred Pennyworth
“God *bless* America!” Dmitri said happily as he tucked a napkin into his shirt.
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Date: 2009-12-27 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-27 02:56 am (UTC)Ask me when I get home tomorrow and I'll dig it up for you.
I was particularly proud of getting those three into the same little ficlet.
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:42 am (UTC)“I can’t believe she said *no*,” Dick says, curling up into an even tighter ball in the corner of the sofa. His eyes are red and his leg is bandaged. “Al, what am I going to *do*.”
“You are going,” Alfred says as he sets the tray down on the coffee table, “to drink this cocoa, eat these cookies, and tell me all about it.” He sits down in the center of the couch and smiles, sad but fond, as Dick reorients himself until he is burrowed against Alfred’s side instead of the padded arm of the sofa. “Now,” he orders gently as he puts an arm around the boy’s shoulders and shakes out his neatly folded handkerchief. “Blow.”
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Date: 2009-12-27 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-27 03:24 am (UTC)Words *cannot* express how much I love this.
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Date: 2009-12-26 01:21 am (UTC)8-16
7-19
9-23
...yes, I've used Jason's and Tim's birthdays, what of it? >.>;; Last one's Babs' b-day. XD And it's Pornmas, so porn is gooood, unless they're creepy pairings. >>;;
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:54 am (UTC)Your Jason senses have failed you, darling. But you did get a Babs!
(8, 16) - Damian, Babs
She gets him on the floor in three moves. He wasn’t expecting the attack (that was his third mistake) and he certainly wasn’t expecting her to be capable of overpowering him easily (that was his first).
“Never underestimate your opponent because of an apparent disability. Bruce trained under a master with no arms. Tim trained under a master with no legs. Either one of them could have kicked both our asses six ways to Sunday.” She taps her chin with an eskrima stick as Damian gets slowly to his feet. “An opponent doesn’t need to be stronger than you to take you out – look at yourself, after all. How badly would you say *you* get underestimated on a nightly basis?”
She doesn’t get a verbal answer, but she can tell she got his attention with the nod to his own considerable skills. Still, he’s got a lot to learn about the nature of power, so she gives him the smirk that used to send Jason up the wall.
“For example – I’m pretty sure I could stop you from laying a hand on me ever again, and do it without a single bruise or laceration,” she says calmly. When he looks at her skeptically, she tilts her head and asks, “you *are* aware every room in the manor is wired for image and sound? Including,” she pauses to let her smirk deepen into a smile, “your bedroom?”
Damian scowls, but he doesn’t seem cowed.
“You’re pretty talkative while you’re pursuing the teenage boy’s favorite form of solitary recreation,” she says, “and Cass *does* still come to visit me.”
Damian goes suddenly pale, his eyes wide enough to make him resemble an actual child. “You *wouldn’t*.”
Babs leans back in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest. “Call me a cripple again,” (that had been the second, and biggest, mistake) “and we’ll find out.”
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Date: 2009-12-27 03:27 am (UTC)But poor Damian, he'll never be able to whack off in his bedroom at the Manor again.
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Date: 2009-12-27 02:02 am (UTC)Lois has dealt with her share of construction workers and dockhands, so she doesn’t bat an eye. “Sorry,” she says as she walks right past him. “I’m not into bestiality.”
Gar tucks his tail and slinks away.
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Date: 2009-12-26 01:26 am (UTC)hehehe. This is a very cute idea. I look forward to seeing how it works out.
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Date: 2009-12-27 02:05 am (UTC)(8, 12, 42) - Damian, Ivy, Max Mercury
Damian had been, pardon the pun, *itching* at a chance at Poison Ivy ever since he’d first read her file. It didn’t matter how many times Dick tried to tell him how dangerous she was, or how *horrible* the results of a fight with her frequently were – he was young enough to think he was invincible and *just* old enough to be tantalized by…forbidden fruit. Dick knew a confrontation was probably inevitable. All he could do was hope the fallout didn’t get anyone killed.
When it finally did happen… well, it could have been a lot worse. No one was seriously injured. No civilians had been…involved. Damien was having trouble seeing things that way, but at least he’d learned his lesson. He’d probably even come out of the showers eventually.
Dick banged his head against the tile partition a few more times as he listened to Damien muttering to himself. “I am never – *ever* - teaming up with someone over thirty again. *EVER!*”
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Date: 2009-12-28 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-26 01:43 am (UTC)3-21
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Date: 2009-12-27 02:31 am (UTC)Clark is supposed to be invulnerable, but he still has trouble swallowing. When Oliver turns around to fix his own bowl, Clark sucks a lungful of air in through his teeth and lets it out slowly.
“Damn,” Oliver says when he joins Clark at the table, “Is it cold in here, or is it just me?”
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Date: 2009-12-26 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-26 04:22 am (UTC)20 - 27 - 40
:D
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