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One of my favorite gifts I received this Christmas is a set of fridge magnets with 200 words pulled from Shakespeare's works.  The idea is to make bard-inspired sentences and phrases out of them.

So, comment here with either "Single Bard" (for one prompt) or "Double Bard" (for two), and I will deal out the Elizabethan Inspiration. :)

PS: Some of the prompts are angsty, some more playful, some a little saucy - and of course, the fic/art they inspire can go in any genre direction. Post 200 or more words by Thursday at 11:59pm Eastern, and I'll write a ficlet or make you some icons as you request.

Date: 2018-02-16 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com
Double bard, please!

And as a silly side note - someone gave me a stuffed shark magnet (he's about 2" long) and my cat would get on the counter beside the fridge and steal it. I'd find the dumb thing all over the house.

ANYway... :D

Date: 2018-02-19 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com
I know, right? But don't cats think EVERYTHING is a cat toy?

I took the second quote and turned it into a fic (with you in mind!): The Angel and the Winchester (https://asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com/253189.html). The other is still in progress... 1k in and barely scratching the angsty surface (but then, Andy's got a lot of angst stored up, I think).

(Hah - and yeah, you know WS would be all over slash fic!)

Date: 2018-02-19 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com
Thanks! And you're so welcome. :) I'm right there with you. There have been entirely too many moments in cannon exactly like that for it not to work its way into fic.

Yeah, that first one has Andy written all over it (poor guy). I hope to have it done soon.

Thanks for such successful prompts!

Date: 2018-02-16 05:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] erinm-4600.livejournal.com
Single Bard, please!

Date: 2018-02-16 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crookedspoon.livejournal.com
Single Bard, please :D That's a really cool gift you got there!

Date: 2018-02-16 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] simplyn2deep.livejournal.com
Single Bard, please

Date: 2018-02-16 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] agdhani.livejournal.com
double me

Date: 2018-04-18 05:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] agdhani.livejournal.com
late...but I worked them both in (after a fashion) to the ongoing efforts of playing in the Legion/David Haller reality.
No spoilers or warnings necessary.

David squatted down to be at eye-level with the seated animal and rubbed one hand between the erect black ears. “I’m sorry about this…I don’t know…if I…if he…but I’ll fix this. I’ll make it right. You shouldn’t have come here…either of you…it isn’t safe…but, I’m happy to see you. If you hadn’t held on…hadn’t come for me…I might still be in that box…” To keep her from asking what box, he stood up and grabbed her hand. “Thank you.” He paused, looked at her hand as if the human contact was both unexpected and deeply welcome. “I know now…who I am…what I am…that this…” his hand waved, indicating everything around them without taking his eyes from the wonder of her face, “isn’t real…well…its real but it isn’t…”

It was real, but he didn’t know yet how to break free of the nightmare.

“He’s…”

“We’re safe here. He can’t get in where we are…I won’t let him hurt you.” His expression and the nervous quaver in his voice belied the assurance of his words, and when the echoing chortle of deep, rumbling laughter reverberated above them like the thunder of a tank driving over an underground cement tunnel, they all realized they might not be as safe as David wanted to believe.

The blossoms above began to curl, to blacken and shrivel and tumble from their perches, crisp little things that fell like inky rain that stung against their skin. The wolf pressed against the humans’ legs with a whine. David’s hand tightened around Tamara’s as she whispered, “We should hurry…I have a feeling it’s about to get really cold in here.”

“She will yield…and die…”

Lenny’s disembodied words crawled like ants against Tamara’s ear. She brushed away the sensation, relieved that David did the same at the same moment.

He nodded and said only, “Right.”

Date: 2018-02-16 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpiesgal.livejournal.com
Since I and the Bard share the same birth month, I feel we are kindred spirits. So give me a single, please.

Date: 2018-02-17 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpiesgal.livejournal.com
Pretty much, especially with a chichihua who thinks like a cat.

Date: 2018-02-16 11:48 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cmk418
single Bard, please

Date: 2018-02-17 05:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] csichick-2.livejournal.com
Double bard please.

Date: 2018-02-19 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] csichick-2.livejournal.com
Doesn't follow it as closely as I intended, but fic inspired by the first one (http://archiveofourown.org/works/13730589).

Date: 2018-03-04 07:10 pm (UTC)

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