FIC AND ART PROMPT MEME!

[ironwood]

Tu Shanshu is having an Event! This event, should you choose to participate, is in the leaving of anonymous prompts, and the anonymous filling of those prompts!

That's it, you ask?

That's it!

We do ask that you EXPLICITLY LABEL ANYTHING WITH A HIGH RATING OR CONTENT WARNINGS but other than that, you're free to go! Filling prompts can be done by either small drabbles or little sketches, it's up to the filler rather than the fillee to make that call. For example:


anon requests Eshai and Hannibal cuddling under cherry blossoms!

>anon2 may then fill it with a doodle or a fic, depending on their own skill or preferences!


Rule-wise: please be courteous and reasonable, and remember that if someone requests a pairing or subject matter you personally don't enjoy, please keep in mind it's a matter of preference and that theirs are as valid as yours.

If you have any concerns regarding content or subject matter that comes up in the meme, there is a top-level mod comment designed to be replied to in such an instance, but it shouldn't be necessary - we trust you guys!


Also please note, you don't have to be anon, either requesting or filling things. It's up to you guys!

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[ironwood]

Reply here if anything's gone off the rails and we'll deal with it!

[(Anonymous)]

Baby turtles' first tea time. Any other characters can be involved!

[asoothingvoice]

I don't know.

[(Anonymous)]

Aloysius is missing Dorian, communes with Catty instead. Flying carpets can never go wrong, right?

[(Anonymous)]

Some should actually do the example. Just sayin'.

+1

[(Anonymous)]

bonus points if evandau is crying into his weapons rack

[(Anonymous)]

Jason dies. Dick finds the body.

[(Anonymous)]

Sabriel/Amon, a day at the beach.


Sabriel tops, excuse you.

+1

[(Anonymous)]

[(Anonymous)]

the disney princesses here welcoming elizabeth into their fold

[(Anonymous)]

Cinna, Rapunzel, and Alcuin (and, uh, anyone else who works at the shop) in the throes of fashion creation.

[(Anonymous)]

annabeth and percy fussing over nico and complicated demigod feelings

cw: mentions of violence, injury

[kelpful]

In hindsight, moving between the knife and Annabeth is probably a dumb idea.

Not because he ends up taking it to the ribs. That sort of thing is pretty much par for the course when you’re a demigod, and Nico has definitely had worse. No, it has more to do with the fact that this is Annabeth, and even if she had missed the attacker in the middle of a gang war (unlikely), Percy is with them.

The way those two fight together – well. He would have been better off just to slip into the shadows and leave them to it, to be honest. Their bodies move as one, Annabeth shouting instructions and Percy following them before the words even leave her lips, taunts and laughter flying between them. That’s normal, natural. Nico shouldering his way into the middle, between them and that knife? That’s wrong.

“What—?” Percy stumbles, rhythm ruined as Nico staggers, lashing out with his sword belatedly. There’s a scream that dies to a gurgle in short order, so at least his aim is intact. Even if his good sense has disappeared.

“Nico!” Annabeth realises first, of course, because it’s Annabeth and that’s what she does. Nico does his best to keep fighting, to make up for ruining this, but his arms are getting heavy. His shirt is warm, sticky, the kind of wet that Percy (to Nico’s knowledge at least) can’t control. “Percy, cover—”

“On it.”

The sky spins overhead and Nico’s little bits of stone and dirt dig into Nico’s knees as they fold under him. For a second he thinks that the rushing sound in his ears is his own blood, but the tang of salt in the air isn’t metallic and the clang of steel on celestial bronze has disappeared. Apparently Percy has decided the potential property destruction is necessary, sweeping their opponents away from them on a wave of water.

“You idiot,” Annabeth growls, tearing her bag off her back. No wonder Percy’s going to extremes – she’s dropped her knife so she can use both hands, faith her partner absolute.

Yeah. Nico knows what it’s like to trust Percy Jackson that much. It suits Annabeth a lot better, though, sits easily on her shoulders. Like it belongs. That sort of faith crawls uncomfortably under Nico’s skin, although if he keeps bleeding like this comfort probably isn’t going to be too much of a concern any time soon.

“Here.” Annabeth shoves a flask at him. “Drink, or I’ll make you drink.”

His eyes cross a little, staring at it. The scent wafting towards him – it’s earth and wind, salt and old books. Ambrosia is supposed to taste like, you know, something you can actually consume, but things have always gone weird for Nico. Those are, worryingly enough, the most comforting things he can think of these days. It’s enough to prompt him to find his voice.

“No,” he croaks, shaking his head. Comfort isn’t for him, and neither is a share of the meagre stores of ambrosia and nectar they have in this place. Someone else is going to need them at some point. Anyone else.

But before he can try explaining any of that, the flask has been forced between his lips and tipped. Annabeth reaches out and pinches his nose for good measure; Nico chokes and coughs, but the liquid slides down his throat because Annabeth is used to getting her own way.
“He’s okay, right?” Green eyes swim above his head, and Nico feels the scowl settle over his face reflexively.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, trying to sit up, get away from that worried gaze.

Annabeth’s hand on his shoulder forces him down again.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He pushes at her hand, desperation clawing its way him his throat. The wound in his chest is closing, he can feel it, but that’s only the physical one. “I don’t need your help!”

“Hey!” Percy’s voice has an edge sharper than any weapon as it cuts through the space between them. “You just got stabbed. She’s trying to make sure you don’t end up being the literal ghost king, quit being a brat.”

The thing is, Nico can hear the concern behind the sudden anger in Percy’s voice. He knows that the older boy’s temper is quick to flare up, quicker around Nico, quickest when he feels powerless about something. And he knows that concern from Percy Jackson is a dangerous thing, that it’s caused people better than him to dash themselves to pieces against the rocks that make up the son of the sea god’s stupid head.

So Nico stretches out a hand to the nearest shadow. A flicker of understanding lights in Annabeth’s face, but she does nothing to stop him as he gathers up the last of his reserves and lets his body slip away, racing into the welcoming darkness.

Annabeth is a good person. But he didn’t take that knife because he likes her.

[(Anonymous)]

If Evandau had arrived a few moments before Eshai's death, what his last words to her would have been.

[(Anonymous)]

TLOU: Ellie teaching Sarah how to use a gun!

[mightythinice]

"Okay... so you need to pull that back," Ellie says, motioning to the latch. "It's gonna make sure you've got a round in the chamber."

There weren't many places that they could practice this. Ellie was kind of wary about using ammo that was rarer than it had ever been back home, but Sarah needed to know. There was too much that kids like them needed to be able to defend themselves against.

It may have taken Joel weeks to trust her with a gun, but Ellie had no such reservations with Sarah.

Joel could yell at her later, if he ever showed up. But she still had her pistol, and either one of them she could give to Sarah. Rifle, or pistol. Maybe later she'd even teach her how to use the bow and arrow. That took a little getting used to at first, but it was invaluable for infected.

Not that the infected would ever be there, but you couldn't be too careful.

"Like this?" Sarah asks as she yanks back on the latch. It's a fight because it isn't something that she's used to. Sarah had never needed to actually fire a gun before.

"Yeah, just tug it harder. You can just use your shoulder to brace it, that might make it easier."

"Maybe, um..." A pause, and then a final click as the round ejected itself from the chamber. "Okay, I think I got it."

Ellie collected it from the ground and shoved it in her pocket. Her grin at Sarah belied and seriousness about what they were doing. But, hey, shooting at trees was not even close to the same as aiming for someone's head. So, it deserved a smile, some sort of reassurance. And Sarah was obviously proud of herself for getting even that far.

"Next, you need to find a place to rest the butt of the gun in your shoulder. Keep in mind, you gotta use that goal post at the front of the gun to aim." And Sarah looked lost again, even as she nodded. Ellie would have to slow down. "See the A-stand? It's got a goal post looking thing, with an iron rod in the middle. Wherever that rod is, the gun is gonna go, especially when..."

It's at this point that Ellie flips up the iron sight, so that Sarah can focus on that. "Everything is all set up for you."

"Wow, this is a lot more complicated than I thought it was gonna be. We never shot guns that much," Sarah commented offhand with a sigh.

Ellie was jealous.

"Well, that's what this is for. We're gonna practice. And me? I'm gonna find more bullets for us to keep practicing with." She motioned to the piece of paper that she'd taped onto the tree.

There was a rough approximation of a clicker drawn on it. "Anyway, try to hit that fucking son of a bitch. I know you can do it."

Sarah nodded, and rested the gun in her shoulder. One second, two second-- BAM. Ellie didn't even flinch. But she did look at the successful headshot on that clicker and let out a low whistle.

"Damn, like father, like daughter, holy shit."

"Really?" A pause. "Can I do it again?"

Ellie laughed. "Like I'm really gonna stop you from shooting that fucking thing again."

[(Anonymous)]

bruce banner and tony stark having an animated science discussion about something completely mundane like the way batteries are charged or something

[littlecousin]

You care which Tony, anon? 'Cause you might get both. (Also Bruce is likely to lean 616 characterization if I write him, sorry.)

[(Anonymous)]

chekov taking elizabeth on a date. booker lurking in the background scowling.

[(Anonymous)]

Bart Allen, what he really means when he talks about running.

+1

[(Anonymous)]

please for the love of god

[(Anonymous)]

Hal Jordan (either of them? Both of them?) cooing over Shockwave's Alt form. Possibly with bonus Jet!reveal?


BASICALLY: HAL JORDAN AND ROBUTTS.

+1

[(Anonymous)]

PLEASE THIS

[(Anonymous)]

Awkward teenagers talking about threesomes. Don't care which teenagers, as long as it's adorable?

+1

[(Anonymous)]

Depends on the teenagers, but it could be adorable to see.

[(Anonymous)]

Bro Strider: a day in the life without Dave

[(Anonymous)]

Korra has a crush on Kirk. Discuss.

[(Anonymous)]

Backfire. Korra'll get on Kirk's bad side and it could turn to neg cr.

[(Anonymous)]

ixis naugus and sarah miller. THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE

+1

[(Anonymous)]

this can't go anywhere but up.

[(Anonymous)]

Two or more of Sabriel's magic students practice together.

+1

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see this in art form.

[(Anonymous)]

tony stark/hal jordan/shockwave threesome

[(Anonymous)]

bruce/favrielle/dorian! candelit dinner, bonus threesome c:

[(Anonymous)]

Jack Frost meets Eddard Stark.

[(Anonymous)]

Dragon Eggs!

[(Anonymous)]

Unamused Arthur naked with Bart proudly posing in the man's pants.