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Torsdag - Thursday - Getting Dirty

Hello! Horses and hoses and hats, oh my! Yesterday was really fun, you guys still amaze me with your creativity. This is my last day *cries* so let's go out with a bang.

... or at least a splorsh as we land in the mud. In today's theme we get dirty. Dusty, muddy, covered in honey or just sweaty - all up to you. It doesn't have to be physical dirt either, it could be a dirty mind just as well. Let's get down and dirty!

Most importantly - have fun!

The usual rules apply of course.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.

And, because we LOVE our code monkeys, please follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

RPS, Robert Downey Jr./JDM/Hugh Jackman, "I've got Nutella everywhere!"

Leverage/Burn Notice, Fiona/Parker, Bright smile in a grimy face

If none of the prompts catch your interest, feel free to browse around our Lonely Prompts section and show some lovin' to our prompts without homes. There are some really awesome prompts just witing for a writer over on delicious.

Most importantly - Have fun!



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Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:13 am (UTC)
Star Trek XI, Kirk/Spock/Uhura, Used and soiled
Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:13 am (UTC)
Leverage/Burn Notice, Fiona/Parker, Bright smile in a grimy face
Nov. 9th, 2009 11:33 am (UTC)
"The noise."

"All the pretty colors."

"The way people run around like clowns looking for their wigs," Parker giggled.

"The message it sends to the next person who pisses you off," Fi said with a smirk.

"The way it makes your face all dirty."

"How is that a good thing? That's the most annoying part of blowing things up."

Parker smiled. "But that's how I first knew that we should be together. When I saw you look up from the detonator and give me that bright smile in a grimy face."

Fi smiled back. "Our first kiss."

"Grimy-face kisses are definitely on the list."

"Well, do we need a list? Isn't blowing things up its own reward?" Fi suggested.

"Beauty for the sake of beauty," Parker agreed, nodding.

Hearing this conversation, on the other side of the room, Nate and Sam were quickly pouring themselves another drink as they muttered phrases like "such a very bad idea." Michael and Eliot were just sitting with their arms crossed, scowling and rolling their eyes as if they knew full well that the crazy-times-two fallout would be on them to clean up. Hardison and Barry just put their heads in their hands and tried not to weep. And Sophie and Madeleine were smiling at the two women, who were gazing at each other lovingly as they packed the explosives, as if they were the most adorable young couple in the world.
(no subject) - cyphersushi - Nov. 9th, 2009 12:14 pm (UTC) - Expand
Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:13 am (UTC)
RPS, Robert Downey Jr./JDM/Hugh Jackman, "I've got Nutella everywhere!"
Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)
SG1/SGA, Cam/John, dirty little secret
Sep. 26th, 2009 06:33 pm (UTC)
SG1/SGA, Cam/John, dirty little secret
Cam sidled up to John as he was getting ready for their evening together. "Never would have guessed it from looking at you," he drawled softly in John's ear. "All slouch and attitude. Hair sticking out all over the place. Just barely toning down the snark and disrespect enough to not lose your commission. "What would the General say, if he knew the real you?"

John didn't respond right away, just concentrated on pulling on his boots and lacing them up. The club they were going to was very exclusive. And very specific about following the dress code. He hated going barefoot, so the six inch high heeled ballet boots it was. Black leather boots with silver locks, a perfect match to his corset and collar. "Tighten the stays?" he asked finally, standing up straight and turning to give Cam better access to his back.

"Can't say I'm sorry no one else knows," Cam said, working on the corset, getting it to that ridiculously tight state they both loved. "Be a crime to have you sent packing out of the SGC." He ran a finger along the edge of John's collar, laughing at the involuntary shudder he got in response. "Wouldn't want you anywhere else but at the end of my leash."
Re: SG1/SGA, Cam/John, dirty little secret - gaffsie - Sep. 27th, 2009 02:44 pm (UTC) - Expand
Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)
SGA, John/Ronon, stains
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
"What are you looking at?" Ronon asked, raising an eyebrow at John's focus on his leathers.

"Nothing," John said, gently rubbing his fingers over the old leather lying in his lap.

Ronon followed John's fingers with his eyes, noting the way they drifted from mended cuts to stains to worn patches in the leather shirt. He chuckled, pulling on the new shirt that Teyla's people had made for him. John didn't look up. Ronon came and sat behind him on the bed, pulling John into his arms.

"We can keep it," Ronon offered.

"Don't have to," John said, his expression blank. His voice was grateful. His hands clutched the old stained shirt.

"It's okay," Ronon murmured into John's ear. "We'll make memories with this shirt too."
(no subject) - gaffsie - Sep. 6th, 2009 01:53 pm (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - me_ya_ri - Sep. 6th, 2009 05:33 pm (UTC) - Expand
Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:27 am (UTC)
Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Veronica decides to bake him a b-day cake and things don't go as planned
Dec. 16th, 2009 11:23 pm (UTC)
"What is this supposed to be exactly?" Logan asked, suspiciously eying the platter before him.

"It's a cake," Veronica responded, arms crossed.

"Last I checked cakes don't...lean, and they don't sink down in the middle," Logan chuckled. "If you're looking to poison me there are easier ways."

"Just eat the damn cake," Veronica exclaimed.

Grabbing his fork Logan made a dramatic show of taking bite of the cake. When he mimed choking Veronica slugged his shoulder and walked away, vowing to never bake him another birthday cake as long as she lived.

Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:29 am (UTC)
Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Vala, "You're all sweaty. Maybe you'd feel better if you removed your clothes."
Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:35 am (UTC)
Iron Man, Tony/Pepper, Covered in grease
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Sep. 3rd, 2009 09:46 am (UTC)
SG-1, Jack/Daniel, Alien mud wrestling
Oct. 30th, 2009 12:07 pm (UTC)
"Jack, I mean, you're not still mad about it, are you?" --sigh-- "Oh please. For once I wasn't the one saying 'your ass is too old, please choose a younger member of your team to participate in our wrestling ritual'."

"Well, not in so many words, but I *know* you, Daniel!"

"Well, but it's good that it's me, because, well, you know, the mud goes *everywhere*."

"I know! I've been helping you clean it for the past hour, haven't I?"

"I know."

A grin.

"Is it itchy? The mud? You, poster boy of allergies."

"Yeah, even after all the scratching."

"Want me to help you scratch your itch some more?"

"In there?"

"If you want."

"I want. Of course I want! Haven't I been telling you that for the past hour?"

"This mud is making you rather, uh you know..."

"You're *complaining*?"

"Did you hear me complain?"

Raised eyebrow.

"You know, Daniel..." --shift, shove, lift, *OH!*-- "Another one of those reports that I'm going to have problems writing."


er... sorry if it comes out weird :D
(no subject) - daria234 - Nov. 5th, 2009 11:04 am (UTC) - Expand
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:23 am (UTC)
Hetalia, author's choice, trench foot
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:38 am (UTC)
X-Men (movie 'verse), Pyro/Iceman, prank didn't go quite as planned
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:41 am (UTC)
NCIS/Pysch, DiNozzo/Shawn, put away wet (with bubbles)

Edited at 2009-09-03 11:15 am (UTC)
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:45 am (UTC)
Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, getting cleaned up after a fight
Sep. 13th, 2009 06:32 pm (UTC)
"Need any help in there?" Nate asked, tapping on the bathroom door.

"'m fine," Eliot said.

It sounded more like a mumble so Nate opened the door to check on Eliot. He hated this part of Eliot's job. He hated the way that Eliot got hurt, the bandages that so often covered his body. Eliot didn't seem to mind it but it drove Nate crazy seeing the hitter hurt.

"Wha?" Eliot asked, a bandage drooping from his lips as he wrapped his elbow.

He had bruises all over his arms and stomach. There was one big bandage on his shoulder where someone had pulled a knife. He had a black eye blooming. His bottom lip was split too. Nate firmly contained the moan that wanted to break out. Eliot's eyes smiled at Nate, his expression sympathetic and slightly amused.

"Sure you don't need a second pair of hands?" Nate offered.

"Sure," Eliot said around the bandage. He shrugged a shoulder, inviting Nate in.

Nate took the wrap, finishing the job of securing Eliot's elbow. Eliot took the bandage from his lips, leaning over to kiss Nate gently.

(no subject) - csichick_2 - Sep. 14th, 2009 12:43 am (UTC) - Expand
(no subject) - me_ya_ri - Sep. 14th, 2009 03:53 am (UTC) - Expand
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:45 am (UTC)
Marvel, Iron Man/Captain America, grass stains
Sep. 3rd, 2009 10:50 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, wrong, but so right
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