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Dark Drabblefest: Prompts for Day Two
Theme:
Literally speaking, ahimsa means non-violence. But to me it has much higher, infinitely higher meaning. It means that you may not offend anybody; you may not harbor uncharitable thought, even in connection with those who consider your enemies. To one who follows this doctrine, there are no enemies. A man who believes in the efficacy of this doctrine finds in the ultimate stage, when he is about to reach the goal, the whole world at his feet. If you express your love- Ahimsa-in such a manner that it impresses itself indelibly upon your so called enemy, he must return that love.
This doctrine tells us that we may guard the honor of those under our charge by delivering our own lives into the hands of the man who would commit the sacrilege. And that requires far greater courage than delivering of blows. - M. K. Gandhi (Source)
Texture:
Trope:
Foreign Correspondent
Taste:
~ susurrus ~ austerely ~ weft
Tongues:
Guidelines:
Literally speaking, ahimsa means non-violence. But to me it has much higher, infinitely higher meaning. It means that you may not offend anybody; you may not harbor uncharitable thought, even in connection with those who consider your enemies. To one who follows this doctrine, there are no enemies. A man who believes in the efficacy of this doctrine finds in the ultimate stage, when he is about to reach the goal, the whole world at his feet. If you express your love- Ahimsa-in such a manner that it impresses itself indelibly upon your so called enemy, he must return that love.
This doctrine tells us that we may guard the honor of those under our charge by delivering our own lives into the hands of the man who would commit the sacrilege. And that requires far greater courage than delivering of blows. - M. K. Gandhi (Source)
Texture:
Trope:
Foreign Correspondent
Taste:
~ susurrus ~ austerely ~ weft
Tongues:
 | My beloved speaks Turkish, and Turkish I do not know; How I wish if her tongue would have been in my mouth. (Source) |
Guidelines:
- Prompts are entirely optional, to use, subvert or ignore as you please.
- The goal is to write a drabble of at least 100 words in one of the qualifying Remix fandoms. If you end up writing a longer fic, more joy to us all.
- Your drabble must put a chromatic character at the centre of its narrative.
- You can share your drabbles in comments to each day's prompts post, as long as you include a fandom and a rating in your subject.
- You may suggest and/or solicit fandom or character specific prompts in comments, as long as your ratio of prompts to drabbles does not tilt heavily towards the former.
- If you are trying to qualify for Remix 2010, you will need 7 drabbles in any one fandom. You don't have to do Remix to play here, though.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Kendra, PG-13
Author: Kumquatix
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Gen
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 800
Summary: Kendra is walking back from an evening patrol during a dark and stormy night, when she meets a damsel in distress.
Read the fic here
I used the list of characters for inspiration, and am trying to write a flash fic for each qualifying fandom I am familiar with, including the one I hope to qualify in.
Doctor Who (2005): Martha, R
Author: Kumquatix
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Martha/Mickey
Spoilers: Journey's End
Rating: R
Word count: 1100
Summary: Poor Martha has to put up with messy and cold nature, but she makes excellent use of natural resources to fulfil her mission
Read the fic here
I used the list of characters for inspiration, and am trying to write a flash fic for each qualifying fandom I am familiar with, including the one I hope to qualify in.
Due South: Elaine, G
Author: Kumquatix
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Gen
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Word count: 1000
Summary: Elaine is in the Big Brothers Big Sisters of America program, and hangs out with her Little Sister. It's not always simple.
Read the fic here
I used the list of characters for inspiration, and am trying to write a flash fic for each qualifying fandom I am familiar with, including the one I hope to qualify in.
Harry Potter: Angelina, G
Author: Kumquatix
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Gen
Spoilers: Angelina's life after the books.
Rating: G
Word count: 900
Summary: Angelina goes out drinking and dancing with her friends in a Muggle bar.
Read the fic here
I used the list of characters for inspiration, and am trying to write a flash fic for each qualifying fandom I am familiar with, including the one I hope to qualify in.
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(That picture. Ice and water?)
(I have a test in twenty minutes and another in four and a half hours, brain, now is a very very bad time to be ficcing)
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And yes, ice and water.
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Anyway, click on the "source" link, then come back here, and you'll be able to see the image.
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With All Your Good Intentions (NCIS: LA, Sam, PG)
It's marked, though, with words like the Pan Sahel Initiative, like Lost Boys of Sudan, like Janjaweed, like the muffled sound of rifle fire and the dull thud of bodies hitting the floor.
Sam doesn't run in an effort to escape the memories—that's the wrong way to go—and he doesn't run to punish himself either. He runs so he can get down to the basics, to muscle and bone and heart.
Eight years ago, Sam was part of a team that rescued several aid workers, and eight years ago, Sam had smuggled a child to Somalia because he didn't know how to tell an eight-year old boy, I killed your father. But Sam's mother had given him all the words he'd needed: "Look, baby, I know what kind of boy I raised, but if you need to be reminded of that, then let me tell you. I raised a boy who knows wrong from right and isn't afraid to do the right thing. I also raised a boy who's comin' to his mama's house this weekend to help weed the garden."
Sam remembers that he laughed and the sound was probably brittle and sad, but he remembers that telling his mama, "I love you," always left him warm, and his mama's firm, "Be safe," was all he needed to hear. Sam wanted to share his mama's cooking with Mowhad; he wanted to share everything that he could.
He started with the Gulf of Aden. Moe stared at it, eyes wide, like he'd never seen anything so big, like it was going to swallow him up any second. Sam remembers the slim feel of Moe's shoulder when he set his hand on it and squeezed. Sam offered Moe a smile, and in that smile, he may have quietly promised a lot of things.
Then they turned their eyes to the horizon, watching a wave crest and then crash only to bear itself up again.
Re: With All Your Good Intentions (NCIS: LA, Sam, PG)
Re: With All Your Good Intentions (NCIS: LA, Sam, PG)
Star Trek: AOS, G
White Collar, June, G
So it's nice to see the younger generation has not all forgotten that certain elegance and style that adds so much to life. Her husband would have liked Neal, she thinks.
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Character: Alec Hardison
Title: The Mirrorverse Job
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Word count: 783
Summary: So you're a guy instead of, you know, a lady with a goatee - not that there's anything weird about that, you understand - and we're working the John Woo arch-rivals thing
the Mirrorverse Job
Supernatural, PG-13, Ain't Walking South
Toni gave the wrench one last turn and headed around to the driver's seat of the Honda. The engine turned over promptly and without fuss. "That should do it, ma'am," she told the Honda's soccer mom, closing the hood.
"Thank you so much," the woman said, following Toni to the register.
"De nada," Toni answered. Tap-tap on the computer, swipe the credit card, and
two tall, handsome white men in suits walked in
the shop was empty.
"Agents Page and Plant, FBI," said the shorter man, showing a badge.
"Antonia Lopez," Toni answered. "What can I do for you?"
Free time to play with the Thunderbird.
"Fine, flirt to your heart's content, it's not like we're on the clock..."
Page flipped Plant off, eyes never leaving the Thunderbird.
The breeze rustled in the tree branches outside the shop as Toni detached the old fuel line and secured the new one in its place. A car rumbled past outside.
Footsteps. Toni rolled out from under the car and stood up, turning, and that was one of the local homeless with a gun pointed at
Page, standing between her and the gun with his hands spread and empty
her. "Gimme all your money," he ordered, the gun shaking in his hands.
"Whoa whoa whoa, buddy, just relax," Page said soothingly.
"I am relaxed!"
Toni hurried over to the register, eyes on the gunman, breathing in-two-three-out-two-three and noting hair color and skin tone and his clothing, anything to stay calm, anything that would get him caught later.
The gun went off. Page went down, his shirt turning red. Another gunshot, and a thud as the robber fell and a clatter as Plant dropped his gun and rushed to Page's side.
With the threat gone, Toni took a deep breath and dialed 911. "I just got robbed at gunpoint," she told the dispatcher, hearing her voice shake. "I could have been shot."
DC comics, PG, Cassandra Cain/Zoanne Wilkins
TOS: Uhura/Sulu, M, Tongues