I love me some word-limit challenges, so today’s theme is 25 Words.
Prompts can be anything, but fills should be 25 words in length. (Multiples of 25 are okay, too.)
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Saiyuki, Genjo Sanzo/Cho Hakkai/Sha Gojyo, complicated
+ Harry Potter, Hermione Granger+/Ginny Weasley+/Luna Lovegood, girls’ night in
+ The Strachey Mysteries, Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, too much of a good thing
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2017 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
tag=25 Words
Comments
"Read about boybands?"
"Give one another pedicures?"
"Cupcakes?"
"Take over the world?"
"World domination, and then cupcakes?"
"Agreed!"
"If I eat that I won't be able to fit into my pants tomorrow."
"Still sleepy." Blake grumbles.
"How about some coffee, then?" Adam plunks a steaming mug down on the table.
Blake almost smiles.
You're like a big cuddly puppy. Come here so I can scratch behind your ears.
Knock it off Nick.
Come on, you want it Munroe.
Get off me. I don't need your protection.
Clearly you do, Dean. Abaddon's demon nearly stabbed you. Fine, next time I won't protect you.
Awesome.
Dude, you killed Dean, again.
I said I was sorry, What more do you want?
Beg my forgiveness.
Sam, please forgive me. Please, please, Sam . . .
What do you mean, Hook?
You know, just ditch this place?
No.
"It was just a little bite kid," Slade chuckled and soothed the mark on Oliver's neck with a kiss.
"Not so hard next time."
"Hurts, don't it?" Dean gloated.
Ketch smiled. "You know, your mom loved fucking my ass."
"...Shut the fuck up."
Dude, just face it, you're a dick and I'm taller than you.
So what, Sam? I have a British accent.
Still taller than you, though.