27 September 2013 @ 12:52 am
ATTF: Drabble Me  
Do you dabble in drabbles? Are your stories commonly under a thousand words? Have you ever succeeded in writing out a complete story idea in less than 24 hours?

Yes? You rock! This ATTF is for you! Go forth and have fun.

No? Then you need this experience! Come and drabble like crazy just to say you did!

This Friday, we're going to drabble up all the ideas. For this particular entry, we're going to call a drabble anything less than 1000 words (that isn't always the case but it's the number that struck me when I was thinking of this idea). Is there an idea that's been plaguing you and won't let go? Try drabbling it and see what happens. You might find that it makes a respectable drabble! Or, perhaps, it will loosen something and set you on the footpath up the mountain of the next epic masterpiece. Are all the ideas stuck somewhere far away from your fingertips and you aren't sure where to start the next story? Drabble the first idea that sparks your interest and see what happens!

First - the ideas. Here's a short list of general prompts. Feel free to leave prompts in the comments. For drabbles, it does work better if they aren't overly specific (although some people work better with specifics so feel free to leave both general and specific).

-midnight
-open all the locked doors first
-tangled threads
-right after the commercial
-blue cashmere
-ice cold
-at the very top
-the list
-where did you get that picture
-holidays
-a complete wardrobe
-so cold my lips are blue
-technology
-a full tank of gas
-shut the door
-a single tear
-on the edge
-how did you do that
-who says I didn't
-it's on a t-shirt
-flip you for it
-worst experience
-the perfect make out song
-stripes versus solids


Now - the fun part. Write a drabble! Post your drabble here! Revel in the sense of accomplishment! Then go and write another!

While you're waiting for an idea to spark, discuss your history with drabbles. Do you prefer to write short stories? Do you feel your ideas are too large for less than 1000 words? Which do you prefer to read. What are some Clint/Natasha drabbles that you love to read over and over again? Where do you go to find drabbles to read?

Most importantly, have fun with this!!!

Things to remember:
1) Always label NSFW (Not Safe For Work) stuff in the title and post under a cut.
2) Fic and artwork needs to have a rating and warnings (or you can say that you’ve chosen not to use warnings).
3) For people with annoying internet connections, say in the title if a comment is graphic/images/gif-heavy and post picspams under a cut.
4) Have a damn good time! (Because if that’s not happening then this post has clearly failed.)
 
 
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[identity profile] crazy4orcas.livejournal.com on September 27th, 2013 02:13 pm (UTC)
Prompt -- Clint's the little spoon.

I hope everybody has a GREAT Friday!
[identity profile] sweetwatersong.livejournal.com on September 29th, 2013 07:54 pm (UTC)
now I lay me down to sleep, PG-13, warning: mentions of canon-level violence
So this turned out more angst than I think you wanted... Sorry.

now I lay me down to sleep

He's strong. Fuck, he's smart and fast and can crawl down a ventilation shaft in fifteen seconds, over a barbed wire fence in three. He knew how to withstand torture long before SHIELD got their claws in him, dragged him into a world where he does the hunting instead of being hunted. Broken bones, broken promises, broken people; in the dark nights he makes them, shapes them them, shakes them. His fingers have taken lives, blows, counts of corpses on the floors. And Clint’s strong, he can do that, but living with it – living with it is another thing entirely.

*

The light pours over his shoulders into the cramped bedroom, lighting up the tiny space with fluorescent blatancy, and Coulson wonders what he’ll find this time, if the bleeding hasn’t stopped or the nightmares have begun again.

But the cheap duvet is unstained, draped neatly over the bed, and Natasha lifts her head, looking at him with knowing gray eyes.

He nods to her, shutting the door with gentle fingers, and stands there for a heartbeat before turning. In moments he ghosts through the battered apartment, setting the locks behind him, and begins the long, lonely walk back to HQ.

*

In the quiet bedroom Natasha returns her attention to her partner, settling her chest against his back, her face against his bent neck. He sleeps like a dead man, his head bowed and the lines of his face drawn with exhaustion, his body tucked into her embrace as though she is a shield against the world’s evils.

If only it was that simple; if only it was an outside threat she could protect him from.

Natasha holds onto him, holds him together, murmuring Russian lullabies into the sweaty curls of his hair, and through the long, endless night stands guard.

*

Clint sleeps, weary and broken and drained, and if he dreams, he does not remember it when the morning light wakes him.
[identity profile] crazy4orcas.livejournal.com on September 29th, 2013 10:52 pm (UTC)
Re: now I lay me down to sleep, PG-13, warning: mentions of canon-level violence
I'm not sorry about the angst either, this was hauntingly beautiful. Thank you!
[identity profile] sweetwatersong.livejournal.com on September 30th, 2013 11:42 pm (UTC)
Re: now I lay me down to sleep, PG-13, warning: mentions of canon-level violence
Thank you! :) (In a happier turn, you can imagine Coulson clambering into bed with them to cuddle as well... which has just spawned a whole new idea. Huh.)