020.
(Step 1:) Write down the names of 10 characters.
(Step 2:) Write a short fic for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers.
Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Jaye Tyler (Wonderfalls)
2. Kalinda Sharma (The Good Wife)
3. John Mitchell (Being Human)
4. Lucrezia Borgia (Borgias)
5. Amy Pond (Doctor Who)
6. Nikki (Misfits)
7. Geoffrey Tennant (Slings and Arrows)
8. Britta Perry (Community)
9. Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Desperate Romantics)
10. Cesare Borgia (Borgias)
This is really cracky and weird, all right?
FIRST TIME: #4 & #6
(Lucrezia and Nikki.)
"Teach me," the girl whispers and Nikki, looking down at her, ignores the part where she doesn't really have anything to teach.
ANGST: #7
(Geoffrey)
The nurses speak to him as though he is a child.
“Artists,” one says, “you just make yourselves insane.” She shakes her head.
He doesn’t know if she’s right. Honestly, he doesn’t want to.
(He suspects the play may have actually had very little to do with the whole thing.)
AU: #1 & #8
(Jaye and Britta.)
They throw the first guy’s body into a lake.
“I’ve never killed anyone before,” Jaye says. She is a little nervous.
Britta shrugs.
“If they had a hit out on them, they probably deserved it, right? I mean--seriously. It’s not like we’re killing decent people. Corporations, people who do bad shit to the environment--if you look it at the right way, we’re on a noble mission.”
She lights a match on the dead guy’s shoe. It’s then, standing there with all the smoke blowing around her face, that Jaye decides she likes her.
“So why’d you take this up?” she asks.
“A metal monkey told me to.”
“Good a reason as any.”
THREESOME: #3, #6 & #9
(Nikki, Mitchell, Rossetti)
“I’ve always liked the idea of doing twins,” she says. She is just dressing again, “One of those things you want to do--after you die.”
The quiet one, the Irish one (the one she thinks she might like more) wrinkles his eyebrows.
“We’re not twins. Jesus, I wouldn’t--my own brother--”
“You wouldn’t model for me, would you?” the other one asks. Then he slaps her arse.
Purgatory is a strange place.
HURT/COMFORT: #5 & #10
(Amy and Cesare)
It is Lucrezia’s wedding. He goes outside, during the reception. He is sort of drunk. It is hot outside.
There is a woman, outside. He doesn’t see her for a second--she’s standing outside of the light. She’s oddly dressed.
“Cheer up, love,” she says, “it might never come.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” She steps forward. “Awfully down for a wedding, aren’t you?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” It’s very sharp.
“Don’t fancy the bride or anything, do you?” She laughs. “She could always change her mind.”
“What’s her mind got to do with it?”
“Then it doesn’t matter, does it?” She shrugs. “There are always other openings.”
CRACK: #1
(Jaye)
She and Aaron end up doing the breaks together. They look like nice, clean kids. Nobody would really suspect them, unless they bothered to look up the records. They get jobs as volunteers, as guards.
"You know something," she says, "I kind of want the Mona Lisa."
He snorts.
"Such a cliche. You don't want that."
"And I guess you want some religious crap just so you can burn it."
"I respect art. I respect religion. I just happen to not believe in it."
"Thou shalt not steal," she mumbles.
He laughs.
"What do you want your name to be next time?"
HORROR: #10
(Cesare Borgia)
Sometimes he dreams about killing them, all of them, his father and mother, even, and Juan and all the cardinals and he would take this city down and crash it and rebuild it, King of Rome, King of Italy, even and he and Lucrezia would build palaces out of their bones and maybe he’d kill God, too, it wouldn’t end but not her, never her and somehow, he thinks, nothing will ever be enough.
BABY FIC: #5 & #9
(Amy and Rossetti)
She meets him in a teahouse in London. Her skirt is very short. Her legs are crossed.
"Stay still for a second. I want to memorize your face."
She looks up. He's quite handsome, actually, if you like that kind of thing--Byronic and all--they're a while past Byron, though, she thinks, by the clothes.
"Do you, now?" She is a little skeptical. "Any particular reason?"
He sits down. She hasn't invited him to.
"I'm a member of a group of artists known as the pre-Raphelite brotherhood."
"The pre-Raphaelite brotherhood?"
He grins.
"You've heard of us, then?"
"Yes, actually," she says, "I learned about you in--I learned about you in the paper."
"Good old Fred," he says, "Would you turn your head a bit?"
She does. A little like she's mocking him, but she does.
"I would be honored if you would model for me."
"That usually works, does it?"
He draws his head back.
"What usually works?"
"That. That thing you do. I'd be honored if you'd model for me and all of that."
"Well, yes."
"What's your name?"
He grins.
"Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Poet, painter, errant genius."
-
It's the name that does it, she thinks--she was taken down to the Tate by her aunt when she was eleven, back when she spent half her time making pictures of the magic Doctor and she remembers that picture, the picture, the half-drunk redheaded girl with the red bird and her face tipped up like that and really, Amy would like someone to paint her like that, she'd like to be remembered, and he takes her back to his studio which is a mess and puts up the easel and she likes the face he makes when he works and really, this is just a problem with her, isn't it, the messes, the bright clothes, this is a recurring problem--except, the difference is, Rossetti says yes, Rossetti doesn't need to say yes, he comes over and slaps her arse while he's working and the painting is left undone on the easel and she ends up sleeping with him, right there, they are kissing and then he presses her back onto the bed, throws her, really, with the paint stains on the sheets and it's a mess and she has paint all over her and she has bruises on her thighs afterward and she keeps laughing, even when she comes and it's fun and she wonders if she won't be allowed fun any more and it's not until it's over that she thinks of Rory.
"You'll be famous, one day, you know," she says lazily.
"I know."
It's not quite as touching as Vincent.
-
A few weeks after they get back, she's late.
-
“It’s what I’ve always wanted,” says Rory, after he is finished with the stage of not looking at her, “It’s--it may not be in the exact way I envisioned things but we--we can make it work, can’t we?”
That’s how Rory is--he always forgives her. She probably doesn’t deserve it.
She doesn’t stop traveling until the week before she gives birth--she feels lost inside her own body, almost, she is heavy, pulled down and Rory decorates the baby’s room and she feels like a whore.
-
“Want me to let Gabriel know, the next time I see him?”
It is the first time she is back on the ship, afterward. Her son is folded in her lap. His hair is curly, dark.
“What--I didn’t tell you--”
His eyebrow goes up.
“I’m the Doctor. I know these things. He must be very fond of gingers."
“Well, don’t you dare,” she huffs.
“I can be very good at keeping secrets.”
“You had better be.”
-
The kindergarten teacher mentions her son is unusually proficient with his paint set.
“Is that so?” she says.
ROMANCE: #4 & #7
(Lucrezia and Geoffrey)
“I like artists,” she says. She is playing with a small green ball. Her arm tips up--light from the window above her hits the curve of her wrist, “I do.”
“I’m--just an actor. With my band of players.”
She looks him over.
“Do you think me beautiful?”
He swallows.
“I think it would be hard for me not to.”
She smiles.
"You can stay."
DEATH FIC: #2 & #3
(Mitchell and Kalinda)
“Don’t want to join, do you?”
There is a body across the floor. It looks slightly broken. The man grins at her. His eyes look a little wild--a little sick.
“I don’t usually consider myself much of a joiner,” she says, “but what are my options?”
-
She likes the taste.
(Step 2:) Write a short fic for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers.
Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Jaye Tyler (Wonderfalls)
2. Kalinda Sharma (The Good Wife)
3. John Mitchell (Being Human)
4. Lucrezia Borgia (Borgias)
5. Amy Pond (Doctor Who)
6. Nikki (Misfits)
7. Geoffrey Tennant (Slings and Arrows)
8. Britta Perry (Community)
9. Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Desperate Romantics)
10. Cesare Borgia (Borgias)
This is really cracky and weird, all right?
FIRST TIME: #4 & #6
(Lucrezia and Nikki.)
"Teach me," the girl whispers and Nikki, looking down at her, ignores the part where she doesn't really have anything to teach.
ANGST: #7
(Geoffrey)
The nurses speak to him as though he is a child.
“Artists,” one says, “you just make yourselves insane.” She shakes her head.
He doesn’t know if she’s right. Honestly, he doesn’t want to.
(He suspects the play may have actually had very little to do with the whole thing.)
AU: #1 & #8
(Jaye and Britta.)
They throw the first guy’s body into a lake.
“I’ve never killed anyone before,” Jaye says. She is a little nervous.
Britta shrugs.
“If they had a hit out on them, they probably deserved it, right? I mean--seriously. It’s not like we’re killing decent people. Corporations, people who do bad shit to the environment--if you look it at the right way, we’re on a noble mission.”
She lights a match on the dead guy’s shoe. It’s then, standing there with all the smoke blowing around her face, that Jaye decides she likes her.
“So why’d you take this up?” she asks.
“A metal monkey told me to.”
“Good a reason as any.”
THREESOME: #3, #6 & #9
(Nikki, Mitchell, Rossetti)
“I’ve always liked the idea of doing twins,” she says. She is just dressing again, “One of those things you want to do--after you die.”
The quiet one, the Irish one (the one she thinks she might like more) wrinkles his eyebrows.
“We’re not twins. Jesus, I wouldn’t--my own brother--”
“You wouldn’t model for me, would you?” the other one asks. Then he slaps her arse.
Purgatory is a strange place.
HURT/COMFORT: #5 & #10
(Amy and Cesare)
It is Lucrezia’s wedding. He goes outside, during the reception. He is sort of drunk. It is hot outside.
There is a woman, outside. He doesn’t see her for a second--she’s standing outside of the light. She’s oddly dressed.
“Cheer up, love,” she says, “it might never come.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” She steps forward. “Awfully down for a wedding, aren’t you?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” It’s very sharp.
“Don’t fancy the bride or anything, do you?” She laughs. “She could always change her mind.”
“What’s her mind got to do with it?”
“Then it doesn’t matter, does it?” She shrugs. “There are always other openings.”
CRACK: #1
(Jaye)
She and Aaron end up doing the breaks together. They look like nice, clean kids. Nobody would really suspect them, unless they bothered to look up the records. They get jobs as volunteers, as guards.
"You know something," she says, "I kind of want the Mona Lisa."
He snorts.
"Such a cliche. You don't want that."
"And I guess you want some religious crap just so you can burn it."
"I respect art. I respect religion. I just happen to not believe in it."
"Thou shalt not steal," she mumbles.
He laughs.
"What do you want your name to be next time?"
HORROR: #10
(Cesare Borgia)
Sometimes he dreams about killing them, all of them, his father and mother, even, and Juan and all the cardinals and he would take this city down and crash it and rebuild it, King of Rome, King of Italy, even and he and Lucrezia would build palaces out of their bones and maybe he’d kill God, too, it wouldn’t end but not her, never her and somehow, he thinks, nothing will ever be enough.
BABY FIC: #5 & #9
(Amy and Rossetti)
She meets him in a teahouse in London. Her skirt is very short. Her legs are crossed.
"Stay still for a second. I want to memorize your face."
She looks up. He's quite handsome, actually, if you like that kind of thing--Byronic and all--they're a while past Byron, though, she thinks, by the clothes.
"Do you, now?" She is a little skeptical. "Any particular reason?"
He sits down. She hasn't invited him to.
"I'm a member of a group of artists known as the pre-Raphelite brotherhood."
"The pre-Raphaelite brotherhood?"
He grins.
"You've heard of us, then?"
"Yes, actually," she says, "I learned about you in--I learned about you in the paper."
"Good old Fred," he says, "Would you turn your head a bit?"
She does. A little like she's mocking him, but she does.
"I would be honored if you would model for me."
"That usually works, does it?"
He draws his head back.
"What usually works?"
"That. That thing you do. I'd be honored if you'd model for me and all of that."
"Well, yes."
"What's your name?"
He grins.
"Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Poet, painter, errant genius."
-
It's the name that does it, she thinks--she was taken down to the Tate by her aunt when she was eleven, back when she spent half her time making pictures of the magic Doctor and she remembers that picture, the picture, the half-drunk redheaded girl with the red bird and her face tipped up like that and really, Amy would like someone to paint her like that, she'd like to be remembered, and he takes her back to his studio which is a mess and puts up the easel and she likes the face he makes when he works and really, this is just a problem with her, isn't it, the messes, the bright clothes, this is a recurring problem--except, the difference is, Rossetti says yes, Rossetti doesn't need to say yes, he comes over and slaps her arse while he's working and the painting is left undone on the easel and she ends up sleeping with him, right there, they are kissing and then he presses her back onto the bed, throws her, really, with the paint stains on the sheets and it's a mess and she has paint all over her and she has bruises on her thighs afterward and she keeps laughing, even when she comes and it's fun and she wonders if she won't be allowed fun any more and it's not until it's over that she thinks of Rory.
"You'll be famous, one day, you know," she says lazily.
"I know."
It's not quite as touching as Vincent.
-
A few weeks after they get back, she's late.
-
“It’s what I’ve always wanted,” says Rory, after he is finished with the stage of not looking at her, “It’s--it may not be in the exact way I envisioned things but we--we can make it work, can’t we?”
That’s how Rory is--he always forgives her. She probably doesn’t deserve it.
She doesn’t stop traveling until the week before she gives birth--she feels lost inside her own body, almost, she is heavy, pulled down and Rory decorates the baby’s room and she feels like a whore.
-
“Want me to let Gabriel know, the next time I see him?”
It is the first time she is back on the ship, afterward. Her son is folded in her lap. His hair is curly, dark.
“What--I didn’t tell you--”
His eyebrow goes up.
“I’m the Doctor. I know these things. He must be very fond of gingers."
“Well, don’t you dare,” she huffs.
“I can be very good at keeping secrets.”
“You had better be.”
-
The kindergarten teacher mentions her son is unusually proficient with his paint set.
“Is that so?” she says.
ROMANCE: #4 & #7
(Lucrezia and Geoffrey)
“I like artists,” she says. She is playing with a small green ball. Her arm tips up--light from the window above her hits the curve of her wrist, “I do.”
“I’m--just an actor. With my band of players.”
She looks him over.
“Do you think me beautiful?”
He swallows.
“I think it would be hard for me not to.”
She smiles.
"You can stay."
DEATH FIC: #2 & #3
(Mitchell and Kalinda)
“Don’t want to join, do you?”
There is a body across the floor. It looks slightly broken. The man grins at her. His eyes look a little wild--a little sick.
“I don’t usually consider myself much of a joiner,” she says, “but what are my options?”
-
She likes the taste.