A pile of prompt ficlets
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pearwaldorfBecause my brain hates me, I can write things that people tell me to write but not what I want to write.
drunk!fic with Liara/Feron
Feron laughs and she grips his arm companionably, flush with drink and gratitude and sheer joy. For so many months after the assault on the base he lurked, ghostlike and shadowed. But he is here now, and he’s happy, and that’s all that matters.
He pulls back to look at her, and she feels a rush of heat to her face. She wonders if she can blame it on the alcohol. He leans in quickly, brushing a tentative, gentle kiss to her lips. She inhales tremulously, somewhat unsure if this is really happening. Feron tips his forehead against hers, a gesture somehow more intimate than the last. She finds his hand and laces her fingers with his.
“Feron—” He grips her hand more tightly, bringing it to his lips.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life, Liara. And I’m ready now.” He kisses her, more firmly this time, and she thinks honey wine will never be as sweet again.
arjache asked you: Agent Coulson comes to Night Vale looking for something.
At first glance, it’s completely unimpressive as small desert towns go. (Certainly much less exciting than his stint in New Mexico.) The closer he looks, the more things don’t feel quite right. The stone statues of terrified-looking children in Boy Scout uniforms flanking the city hall entrance. How every house seems to have a circle of rocks in the backyard, splashed with what looks to be blood, some of it fresher than he’d like.
As uneasy as these things make him though, none of them feel like what he came here to find. He thinks he’s getting close, after he walks out of the Arby’s at the edge of town and sees the pulsating lights above it, but the hair doesn’t go up on the back of his neck until he turns on the radio in his car and hears the impossibly smooth, dulcet tones of the announcer.
pathopharmacology asked you: Fic prompt: Night Vale, arroyos, unseasonable (and possibly unusual) rain
Out in the Sand Wastes, the rain comes suddenly, in great sheets, with a flash and a boom. Telly the barber watches it fall on the dry creekbeds and feels the ground drink the water in thirstily, as he does. With the rain comes flowers, beautiful ones with vibrant red petals. He picks them, heedless of the shrieks and sticky red sap on his fingers he knows are in his imagination, and plaits them into crowns. He places them on his shorn cacti and coos happily. His customers, they are so pretty now, and he made them so, three months ahead of schedule.
everwest asked you: A prompt: Cats stare at random locations as if there is some invisible monster there. Which makes me wonder what cats in Night Valley would be like, since there is actually weirdness everywhere? From the quotes I have seen, there are lots of Very Official Announcements not to pay attention to Things, do these apply to pets?
(Set probably between two and six months after Carlos moves to Night Vale.)
Allegro is the first cat Cecil has ever seen that does not float. Carlos adopted her from a shelter somewhere, and brought her with him when he moved to Night Vale. Cecil holds out his fingers for her to sniff, and she butts her head up against his hand. Carlos looks stunned, and it is absolutely adorable.
"She doesn’t like people. At all. She barely tolerates me, and that’s only because I feed her." Carlos tips his head and his face screws up in what Cecil is starting to identify as scientist mode. (That’s absolutely adorable too.) “Are you a secretly an unfathomable eldritch abomination, Cecil?" Allegro jumps into Cecil’s lap and starts purring.
"Oh goodness, no. That branch of the family is very distant. I found out about them only when one of the great-grandnieces contacted me. They sent me charts and everything. I can show you sometime if you want. Learning about your roots is so fascinating, don’t you think?" Carlos blinks but decides not to inquire further (out of politeness or exasperation he himself is not quite sure). Allegro is now stretched out on Cecil’s lap, happy as can be.
"She seems to like it here. I hope I will too." Cecil beams and pets Allegro’s head.
"It will be so much easier for her now that the City Council has rescinded its injunction on the applicability of its official announcements to cats," he admits. “Dogs you can at least try and reason with, but cats? Even the City Council in its infinite and terrible wisdom knows when things are futile." Carlos laughs and is comforted that some things, even in Night Vale, are universal.
servantofclio asked you: Pacific Rim. Can Drift compatibility be assessed through dance?
Sasha opened the door to Aleksis’s room without knocking. It was probably rude, but as pilot candidates they had nothing to hide from each other. She stopped short after seeing what he was doing, mostly because it was just something she’d never associated with someone that big and strapping. He moved fluidly through a series of barre exercises, with the ease of years of practice and deep muscle memory, and she felt something shift in her chest as she watched.
He finally noticed her, and he smiled. (She expected him to be embarrassed that she’d been watching him, and found she was pleased when he wasn’t.) She leaned against the doorjamb in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner and crossed her arms.
"You’re a regular Barishnykov. I wasn’t expecting that." He held out his hand.
"Then you should be my Makarova." She took it and he whirled her into the beginning of a pas de deux. They couldn’t quite do the lifts in his crowded quarters, but they settled for throwing kaiju in the water during simulation practices later in the day.
drunk!fic with Liara/Feron
Feron laughs and she grips his arm companionably, flush with drink and gratitude and sheer joy. For so many months after the assault on the base he lurked, ghostlike and shadowed. But he is here now, and he’s happy, and that’s all that matters.
He pulls back to look at her, and she feels a rush of heat to her face. She wonders if she can blame it on the alcohol. He leans in quickly, brushing a tentative, gentle kiss to her lips. She inhales tremulously, somewhat unsure if this is really happening. Feron tips his forehead against hers, a gesture somehow more intimate than the last. She finds his hand and laces her fingers with his.
“Feron—” He grips her hand more tightly, bringing it to his lips.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life, Liara. And I’m ready now.” He kisses her, more firmly this time, and she thinks honey wine will never be as sweet again.
arjache asked you: Agent Coulson comes to Night Vale looking for something.
At first glance, it’s completely unimpressive as small desert towns go. (Certainly much less exciting than his stint in New Mexico.) The closer he looks, the more things don’t feel quite right. The stone statues of terrified-looking children in Boy Scout uniforms flanking the city hall entrance. How every house seems to have a circle of rocks in the backyard, splashed with what looks to be blood, some of it fresher than he’d like.
As uneasy as these things make him though, none of them feel like what he came here to find. He thinks he’s getting close, after he walks out of the Arby’s at the edge of town and sees the pulsating lights above it, but the hair doesn’t go up on the back of his neck until he turns on the radio in his car and hears the impossibly smooth, dulcet tones of the announcer.
pathopharmacology asked you: Fic prompt: Night Vale, arroyos, unseasonable (and possibly unusual) rain
Out in the Sand Wastes, the rain comes suddenly, in great sheets, with a flash and a boom. Telly the barber watches it fall on the dry creekbeds and feels the ground drink the water in thirstily, as he does. With the rain comes flowers, beautiful ones with vibrant red petals. He picks them, heedless of the shrieks and sticky red sap on his fingers he knows are in his imagination, and plaits them into crowns. He places them on his shorn cacti and coos happily. His customers, they are so pretty now, and he made them so, three months ahead of schedule.
everwest asked you: A prompt: Cats stare at random locations as if there is some invisible monster there. Which makes me wonder what cats in Night Valley would be like, since there is actually weirdness everywhere? From the quotes I have seen, there are lots of Very Official Announcements not to pay attention to Things, do these apply to pets?
(Set probably between two and six months after Carlos moves to Night Vale.)
Allegro is the first cat Cecil has ever seen that does not float. Carlos adopted her from a shelter somewhere, and brought her with him when he moved to Night Vale. Cecil holds out his fingers for her to sniff, and she butts her head up against his hand. Carlos looks stunned, and it is absolutely adorable.
"She doesn’t like people. At all. She barely tolerates me, and that’s only because I feed her." Carlos tips his head and his face screws up in what Cecil is starting to identify as scientist mode. (That’s absolutely adorable too.) “Are you a secretly an unfathomable eldritch abomination, Cecil?" Allegro jumps into Cecil’s lap and starts purring.
"Oh goodness, no. That branch of the family is very distant. I found out about them only when one of the great-grandnieces contacted me. They sent me charts and everything. I can show you sometime if you want. Learning about your roots is so fascinating, don’t you think?" Carlos blinks but decides not to inquire further (out of politeness or exasperation he himself is not quite sure). Allegro is now stretched out on Cecil’s lap, happy as can be.
"She seems to like it here. I hope I will too." Cecil beams and pets Allegro’s head.
"It will be so much easier for her now that the City Council has rescinded its injunction on the applicability of its official announcements to cats," he admits. “Dogs you can at least try and reason with, but cats? Even the City Council in its infinite and terrible wisdom knows when things are futile." Carlos laughs and is comforted that some things, even in Night Vale, are universal.
servantofclio asked you: Pacific Rim. Can Drift compatibility be assessed through dance?
Sasha opened the door to Aleksis’s room without knocking. It was probably rude, but as pilot candidates they had nothing to hide from each other. She stopped short after seeing what he was doing, mostly because it was just something she’d never associated with someone that big and strapping. He moved fluidly through a series of barre exercises, with the ease of years of practice and deep muscle memory, and she felt something shift in her chest as she watched.
He finally noticed her, and he smiled. (She expected him to be embarrassed that she’d been watching him, and found she was pleased when he wasn’t.) She leaned against the doorjamb in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner and crossed her arms.
"You’re a regular Barishnykov. I wasn’t expecting that." He held out his hand.
"Then you should be my Makarova." She took it and he whirled her into the beginning of a pas de deux. They couldn’t quite do the lifts in his crowded quarters, but they settled for throwing kaiju in the water during simulation practices later in the day.
