Icon writing prompt game!

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While I did make it out of the house today-- after two tries in the truck at getting up the hill at the front of the neighborhood-- I am still suffering from the effects of extreme cabin fever. My creativity has gone the way of all the bread, milk, and fresh produce at the grocery store; that is, I'm completely out

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[omglawdork]

Hate for you to be so bored - here's mine! Can't wait to see what you come up with. :)

[someinstant]

I have no idea how this is related to the icon, but:

Concussion

The world was rocking drunkenly, and Prince Arthur of Camelot was determined to wait until the earth had regained its balance before he opened his eyes. There was some sort of sharp painful-- thing-- going on near about his forehead, and there was a stink of burnt flesh and feathers hanging in the air.

Arthur considered rolling onto his side to be sick, but gave it up as a bad job. Too much work. Also, he had a growing suspicion that any rolling-type movements might result in a not inconsiderable amount of pain.

Instead, Arthur lay very very still, breathing slowly through his nose and trying to determine what it was, precisely, that resulted in him being ignominiously rendered unconscious this week

[omglawdork]

Oh, I love it! In my perfect world, this is how the reveal ends up. Just - Arthur's known for a while, and he's over it. He is, after all, not stupid. Oh, boys. *smishes this ficlet*

[lysythe]

Aaaaand hit it!

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(Sorry for the delay! I'm doing these totally out of order. Also: Robin's body language in that icon is delicious. I don't think that I can be held responsible for writing the following crack after having seen it.)

Robin held himself perfectly still, his muscles taut. Imperfection wasn't an option-- not here, not now. There was too much on the line. Robin waited. Listened. Felt the pulse in his fingertips, the brush of air against his legs, the--

"FIVE... SIX... FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!" came the count, and he was off.

One and he was in the air, two toes pointed arms extended fingers open, three and down-- watch the landing, not so loud-- easy easy keep the facial muscles relaxed and four and up on the toe ouch spin ouch and five extend the leg, smooth smooth oh no no oh CAPERobin's arms pinwheeled, and he came down heavily on the ball of his left foot, the heel of his right boot caught on a loose thread in his cape

[lysythe]

ROBIN IN A CHORUS LINE? That squirting sound you heard was my nose. BRB, dying of blood loss.

That's Jubilee, but she's pretty much the Marvel version of Robin

[someinstant]

GAH. I debated for, like, FOREVER about who that was in your icon. And while I thought Robin looked a little feminine, I thought, "Dude, who else would wear the little green short pants?"

Clearly, I don't know my Marvel. Le sigh.

[trziarre]

Here ya go--have fun!

[someinstant]

Heh. This has nothing to do with your icon, except that there's a violin in it.

(Although: that's from Friday Night Lights, isn't it. I've not seen the show, but I thought the movie was fantastic.)

The ObviousSherlock, when he was bored, was likely to do one of the following: steal John's phone, lurk in the bowels of St. Bart's and pester the med techs to lend him body parts, steal John's revolver, cook up foul-smelling concoctions on the stove and then leave the results to putrefy, steal John's laptop, skewer a pig's carcass into the cushion's of John's armchair with a bayonet, or flop dramatically onto the settee and glare at the ceiling. Sometimes, if the boredom were especially bad, he would do all at once

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"I have no idea how you manage to convince those women you sleep with that you're not an ass," Sherlock observed, a half smile hiding at the corner of his mouth

[trziarre]

Haha, love it. And yes, it's from FNL. I've never seen the movie, but the show was great until about the fourth season. There are some people who still love it, of course, but most of the characters graduated (or got sent to prison! *huggles Riggins*) and were replaced with new ones, and I could just never get into it.

[tingler]

There he was, just a'shufflin' down the street...

[tingler]

...snappin' his fingers...

(yes I'm taking advantage of the lack of limits. You may certainly combine the prompts. In fact, I'm counting on it!)