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Drabble/Icon challenge / 100 in 100!

It's day one people! Let's do this!

We had over 200 separate prompts submitted, and you can still submit here. That puts us at six prompts per day.

You can choose one, you can choose all six. Give us a drabble or an icon! You can give us more if that's where the idea takes you, but the idea of the perfect little 100 words or 100x100 pixels, getting the point across is simply beautiful.

It's tough to cram in all the information into that tiny space! Who's up for it?

Today's prompts:
Ice Cream
Skinny Dipping

Show us what you've got!


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Mar. 1st, 2015 07:04 am (UTC)
I've been waiting for this! I wasn't even quite sure what 100 in 100 was aside from pledging to write every day for 100 days, but yay there's prompts! I'm so in.

And I have no idea if we're supposed to post our results in the comments, but here's mine in case.

Drabble for Watermelon (The Walking Dead, Daryl/Beth, future fic, 100 words):

It takes Daryl a moment to place the taste. Then he gets it, and it puts him in mind of long summer days, sitting on the back porch with his bare feet in the dirt and the sweet juice running from his chin to drip onto the dry ground.

"You get some new lip gloss or somethin'?" he asks, pulling back. "On that last run?"

Beth's brow crinkles when she looks at him. "No," she says around a laugh. "Why?"

Daryl frowns, licks his lips. The taste is still there.

But he'd better kiss her again, just to be sure.

Mar. 1st, 2015 03:24 pm (UTC)
I don't know the fandom but this was perfect!
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Mar. 1st, 2015 08:57 am (UTC)
I'm done for today :) You're right, getting a story like thing into a 100 words is hard ... challenge accepted!

Drabble for Nostalgia (Les Miserables, Modern AU, 137 words)
Grantaire enjoyed watching his friends. It was almost an artist’s destiny to be on the outside for all the big moments, just watching. He had been there all the way through their growth as a group. He had always been the devil’s advocate, or the devil himself for some people, but now he was fond of these lunatics and honestly wanted to see them succeed. He remembered all the times there had been unsuccessful process and heartbreaks. It pained him to see them hurt. “This isn’t the time for your morose thoughts R,” Eponine smiled sitting next to him at the empty table. “It’s a wedding, come dance.” Grantaire nodded, getting to his feet and offering her his hand. She was right. A wedding was not the time for nostalgia. It was the time for new things.
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Mar. 1st, 2015 04:02 pm (UTC)
Washed Away - Leverage. (Skinny dipping)
Eliot was glad for once they had a job someplace where it was tropical. He was also glad when it ended. Two beers in his hand, he walked down the beach. Dropping down into the sand, he watched the sunset and enjoyed the peace. When it was down but still light he stripped out of his clothes and walked into the surf, enjoying the feel of the warm water gliding over his body, almost as if it was washing away all his troubles. If only that were the case and a dip in the ocean could wash away his past.
Mar. 1st, 2015 04:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Washed Away - Leverage. (Skinny dipping)

Very nice.

*walks away drooling*
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Mar. 1st, 2015 04:04 pm (UTC)
Were we supposed to post the drabbles here? If so...

Drabble for Skinny Dipping (Fifty Shades of Grey, Christian Grey/Anastasia Steele, PG-13, 100 words)

With the sun burning down warm on my skin, I remove my clothes and step into the cool water. A soft sigh escapes me as I walk deeper.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Shit! I was hoping Christian wouldn’t wake up just yet.

I bite my lip as I turn to face him. “Skinny dipping.” It’s a private beach surely he can’t be angry with me.

Christian, his thumb tracing his bottom lip, stares hard at me. It’s almost as if he wants to see through the water.

Without a word he removes his swimming trunks and joins me.

Mar. 1st, 2015 08:50 pm (UTC)
Very nicely done!
Mar. 1st, 2015 04:43 pm (UTC)
You got words, so I will give you icons. #2 isn't part of the set, just one I made:

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Mar. 1st, 2015 08:51 pm (UTC)
Love 'em. And it did make me nostalgic!
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Mar. 1st, 2015 06:29 pm (UTC)
I love this! Having more than one prompt helps a great deal to come up with something. :D

Lo: Batman (Nolanverse): Harley Quinn/Jonathan Crane

To make matters more interesting, I did not mention any of the words. Can you find them all?
Mar. 1st, 2015 08:53 pm (UTC)
Mar. 1st, 2015 07:14 pm (UTC)
A Constantine drabble containing all 6 prompts:

The wooden table at the lake’s edge offered picnic gifts, fried chicken, potato salad, watermelon, and an chest holding the blessings sweet tea and ice cream bars. He stopped in passing to stared, listening to the merriment of swimmers in the lake as his cigarette burned. Soon they would swimming in darkness, or within the headlight’s glare from the faded van parked nearby and the light of the rising moon.

It was a thing of nostalgia, dredging up the memory of skinny dipping in the moonlight. A lost time of falling, of almost love that John would never get back.
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Mar. 1st, 2015 07:18 pm (UTC)
I'm working on a story using five of the prompts in a fanfic but I've already made an icon and written a little something for Nostalgic which is from my real life. I don't know if it even exactly fits but, well, it's today, I couldn't figure out where to begin writing my feelings until I read the prompts with Nostalgic, and this is what happened.

True love (100 words)

True Love

You went Home one year ago, and you're still on my mind every day. Something will happen that reminds me of you or of our Wednesdays. Today, I smiled knowing you are with Granddaddy. I have the picture of the two of you from when he was in the service. I love that picture because you both look so happy. And the smile on your face shows you were absolutely giddy in that moment. The love you shared was beautiful and lit up everything around you. Happy birthday in Heaven, Grandma. May your day be as beautiful as you were.

Finished! 500 words. McDanno. :D I guess Friday's episode inspired me!

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Mar. 1st, 2015 08:55 pm (UTC)
I haven't read the big fic yet, but the nostalgia and icon are beautiful, made me cry a bit. :D
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1. skinnydipping     2. nostalgicpiano     3. icecream

4. heartwatermelon     5. falling     6. chicken
Mar. 1st, 2015 11:49 pm (UTC)
Re: icons!
Well done! Love the chickens!
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Mar. 1st, 2015 11:59 pm (UTC)
"Make It Quick" Arrow, Sara + Nyssa - PG-13
(Prompt: Chicken - 100 Words)

"Kill it."

Sara looked across the yard and the clucking creature that was pecking at the corn she'd just scattered.

"Did you hear me?" Nyssa asked.

"I heard you," said Sara

"Kill it."

"What with?" Sara was unarmed, there didn't seem to be any obvious tool for the job nearby.

"Your hands. Catch it. Kill it."


"Because you are commanded to."

"It's just a chicken."

"When Ra's al Ghul orders you to kill you obey. Chicken, man, child," Nyssa said.


"Break it's neck, make it quick."

Sara hesitated. Then nodded. She went after the chicken.

Nyssa watched, approving.

Mar. 2nd, 2015 01:05 am (UTC)
Re: "Make It Quick" Arrow, Sara + Nyssa - PG-13
Mar. 2nd, 2015 12:02 am (UTC)
"Falling Angel" Supernatural, Anna/Ruby - R
(Prompt: Falling - 100 Words)

Anna was falling. She felt it every moment she was with Ruby.

Falling from grace when letting Ruby use and abuse her, their sex was always rough and filthy.

Anna was falling into a spiral of lust, and she was starting to realise that she was never going to be able to get away from it.

She was falling into addition to Ruby and how she could just let go with her.

She was falling in love, with a demon.

It was wrong. It was twisted. But it was true.

Anna was falling into the dark, she saw no escape.
Mar. 2nd, 2015 01:04 am (UTC)
Re: "Falling Angel" Supernatural, Anna/Ruby - R
Mar. 2nd, 2015 01:24 am (UTC)
Accepting Nostolgia, Phil/Melinda, PG
(100 Words, Prompt: Nostalgic)

Nostalgia’s fine I like to deal with reality.

Its a lie. Melinda says that ever so often but it is often contradicting. Phil’s hands rest on her hips, keeping her close and secure. His brilliant blue eyes full of life gazing at her as if she was the only thing left in the universe.

When he leans forward and kisses her, it tastes sweet like honey. She closes his eyes and revels against how close he feels to her. He’s breathing into her, bringing her back to life.

Just for this moment Phil Coulson makes her feel like herself again.

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Re: Accepting Nostolgia, Phil/Melinda, PG
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Mar. 2nd, 2015 06:43 pm (UTC)
These are gorgeous!
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Mar. 2nd, 2015 04:36 am (UTC)
It's still March 1 where I am! And I'm thinking I might try to write connected drabbles each day, so at the end they form a complete story.

Anyway, Day 1 ....

Prompt: Falling
Fandom: MCU/Captain America
Characters: Steve/Natasha
Word Count: 186

He didn’t even know it had happened until she was long gone. Not when she smiled at him in the car and asked him who he wanted her to be, not when he held her in his arms and prayed she was breathing, not when she stared at him and finally let him in, not when she supported him even when it meant uprooting her whole life, not even when she kissed him on the cheek and handed him a file before saying goodbye.

No, it didn’t happen until weeks later, when he woke up in the middle of the night, reaching for someone who was only in his dreams; when he saw her face in every redhead he passed; when he heard her voice teasing him after every move he made; when he once again pulled the newspaper article he had kept, the one with her picture on it, out of the drawer and studied it again.

There was no use denying it. He needed her. He wanted her. He was in love with her.

The only problem was, he didn’t know where she was.
Mar. 2nd, 2015 06:44 pm (UTC)
Very lovely!
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