Taking Prompts!

...between now and 24 hours from when I began (18:32 EST tonigh), I will write to requests. Anything I can get done in a 10-minute writeordie (approx. 250 words, or a standard flash fic drabble in this journal).

Request away!

Original prompts post (LJ Link); what I've written so far:

Joff Gets a Pony (LJ Link)
Bringing Home the Bacon (LJ Link), Autumn, Stranded World
Frying Pan, Fire (LJ Link), Tir na Cali
Coming of Age (LJ Link), fae apoc

I will start working on prompts again in the next hour or so.

Tips are appreciated but not required; as always, a tip will get you more story (300 words per $5)

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Devil Deals - Addergoole Post-Apoc - to Rix's Prompt

I'm taking prompts 'til 6 tonight; this is both halves of Rix's prompt, asking for Aviv & Rozen post-apoc. This takes part before Into the Woods, available in Tales for the Sugar Cat

Aviv:

There were times when doing what needed to be done meant strange partners and uncomfortable partnerships. He trekked alongside what had once been a highway, chewing over those thoughts. Some people, he'd never have to deal with again: Ardell and Delaney had gone over to the Nedetakaei and, while he would miss Del, he wouldn't miss the partnership of them.

Baram had died. Ib was off somewhere hunting with Eris, speaking of strange partnerships. The Thornes... He hadn't seen them in decades. He knocked on a tree for luck at that. Most of the baddies from Addergoole were gone, one way or the other, and yet here he was, weeks from home, looking for one of the baddest.

"You made it."
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Waiting Vigil - Unknown Verse - for Lilfluff

I'm taking prompts 'til 6 tonight; this is lilfluff's prompt"The beach, overnight in winter." Unknown 'verse.

It had been snowing, so June and Tyler bundled up, layer after layer, then wrapped up together in a blanket.

They pitched their tent on the edge of a beach nobody went to. Once, it had been busy, overpopulated, but there wasn't anyone living in the city areas nearest anymore, and so it was empty in the summer and totally abandoned now, the shortest day of the year, the longest night. They weren't going to get driven off. They weren't even going to get noticed, even with the fire they'd lit.

That suited them. This vigil was a private thing, between the three of them. They set the tent as the sun began to fall beneath the edge of the lake, brushing the snow out of the way so that they were staked out on sand - just as cold, but less wet - then lit their fire and wrapped up to watch.

"Do you remember..." Junie started, once or twice.
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Three Inches, unknown (Planners?), for @Inventrix's prompt

This is from @Inventrix's prompt for "a Pookah;" @DaHob picked species and name. Um, I might have just put pookah in Planner 'Verse.

The world looked different down at 3" from the pavers. More importantly, to Cynthia's point of view, SHE looked different to the world at three inches from the pavers.

If she wasn't careful, what she would look like was dinner, but she could work around that. Work under it, really; her small form was very good at burrowing, and there was a lot of space where the dirt was bare, space that, from her dim memories, would have been covered over, the last time she was through this city.

She'd eaten her way through a book, once, that had in it voles that really had to be called supervoles. Giant creatures that could dig through anything. While she wasn't quite that impressive in her small form - she was under a foot long, after all - she could make mincemeat of loam or even hardpack clay.

And once she was there, under the lines of the wild gangs, under the places where the dirt tasted unhealthy and smelled like poison, she could pull back up, dirty and tired after an entire day but safe, into the small gardens at the heart of the city. She could pop her head up, and then the rest of her, traverse the rose garden while still tiny and furry, and then, with a shake to dislodge the dirt, she could stand.

The other girls in the chief's harem wondered why she was his favorite. She was, they said, mousy (she didn't correct them), small and a bit stout and brown. Her nose was pointed. But she, unlike them, got information to the chief that nobody else could and, while she lived, he would pamper and protect her, for that.

First Planting - Fae Apoc, Apoc, @ClareKRMiller's Prompt

From clare_dragonfly's prompt: "Fae-apoc: the first planting." Fae Apoc, clearly. Hob, I swear I got Dree from your name. (It's actually Adriana Moreau, "dark one/little dark." Um, she's a bit dark. ;-)

Dree surveyed the ruins of the city with a critical eye. Most of the people had left when the gods started fighting overhead. Of those who hadn't, most had trucked out when the power plant had gone offline, or when the food stopped coming in. Dree and her small crew had lasted through that by building their fence up the moment trouble started, boarding up their windows when things got really bad, and moving into a nearby apartment building when the fires ruined their old neighborhood.

The winter had been hard, and they'd done their share of covert cheating to keep alive. The building hadn't originally had a chimney, but who was left that knew that? A city of over a million now had maybe three hundred inhabitants, a good third of those refugees from larger nearby cities who hadn't made it any further. They knew each other, their tiny conclave, only by what they chose to share, and, in Dree's case, as in many others, that was precious little.
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If I haven't written your prompt yet, have no fear! I'll be finishing them through the next few days!