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pre ([personal profile] pre) wrote2013-07-29 08:07 pm
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craigslistlove: a multifannish prompt fest

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CRAIGSLISTLOVE: a multifannish prompt fest

Prompts from @craigslistlove for some of the best and ridiculous inspiration around.


Rules:

- Prompts must be craigslist oriented, highly suggested source: @craigslistlove for the best concise personals excerpts
- But feel free to find your own prompt by trolling the depths of craigslist yourselves!
- One prompt per comment
- No more than 4 prompts on one page by one person
- Use the subject line when you fill! Fill: Title, FILL, Fill: Title, (Fandom/Pairing), whatever, as long as it's easy to see
- Comment fills are encouraged, and links to fills on AO3, Tumblr, or your preferred site are fine too!

Format suggestion:
Fandom, Pairing (/character/gen/whatever), There will not be any forms of sexual contact sought -- a comforting hug at the end would be appreciated

ie. Hannibal, Hannibal/Anyone, You will be eaten and fucked to within an inch of your life.

*Prompts do not need a subject line, just fills do! Links to original source (tweet or actual post) encouraged but not required.


Ect.
- Tumblr post for pimping!
- For those wary of anything linked on tumblr, I highly suggest readable! Tumblr users can also install it on their blogs as a link that automatically opens any single post into a specified readable format.
- If this works out well and enough things get filled a collection to add your works to will go up on AO3.
- Any questions, feel free to ask in a comment or my tumblr askbox if that's easier!
- Have fun!
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[personal profile] fiarra 2013-07-30 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
One Direction, Pairing: Louis Tomlinson/any, ASS WORSHIP booty that could make jesus cry
Edited 2013-07-30 00:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kissoffools 2013-07-30 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Teen Wolf, Stiles/anyone, permanent virginity
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Fill: hilarious teen needs to lose v-card. matter of life or death!!! (Teen Wolf, Stiles)

[personal profile] aimedatthestars 2013-08-01 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
While I imagine Stiles tries to repeatedly lose his virginity in a 5 times kidna fic, I do believe there is already fic of that.

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hilarious teen needs to lose v-card. matter of life or death!!! - m4w - 18

I'm sure you've heard about the recent and seemingly "random" animal killings. (If you haven't, you really need to stop living under your rock and get an internet connection. It's great for things like research!)

As I would not like to be the latest victim, I need someone to take my virginity. I'm cool with the ladies. Or the men. Or, y'know, both.

If you are a crazy geriatric, a pyromaniac, the undead, a lizard, or any sort of thing that kills people, especially virgins, please do not reply.

(Also, how terrible would it be to die a virgin? I refuse to be another statistic! I am not a number! Help a guy out!)

m4w, m4m, m4mw
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[personal profile] x_serenade 2013-07-30 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, the first time we attempted circle jerk in a bouncy castle it just
Edited 2013-07-30 01:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kissoffools 2013-07-30 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
binkleywtf: <lj user="lady_rinehart"> (adam swish swish)

[personal profile] binkleywtf 2013-07-30 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Hannibal, Will Graham/Adam Lambert, hey why sit at home alone invite me over,
Edited 2013-07-30 01:21 (UTC)

[personal profile] kaley 2013-07-30 01:45 am (UTC)(link)

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Blaine says, on the heels of a deep gushing exhale of satisfied sex-smell air. "Since we've...finished up now, and I feel like I can be totally frank with you - you're actually the biggest dick I've ever sucked."

Sam looks pleasantly surprised. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm," Blaine hums, letting himself be a bit coy.

"Right on!" Sam lifts his hand for a high five. "I never would've known, you took it like a freaking champion."

His earnest, generous smile is totally enough to get Blaine to high-five him back. His earnest, generous mouth, kissing light and sucking at the corner of Blaine's lips where he knows there's still some lingering dabs of come, is enough to get Blaine thinking about how he'll negotiate a reciprocation.

WHOOPSIE

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[personal profile] astolat 2013-07-30 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] astolat 2013-07-30 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
any fandom, any pairing, multiple fills welcome, a cantelope by its very nature is incapable of verbal communication

FILL:A cantaloupe by its very nature is incapable of verbal communication

(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Fill: A cantaloupe by its very nature is incapable of verbal communication
Welcome to Night Vale Cecil/Carlos

Hypothetically a cantaloupe, by its very nature, is incapable of verbal communication.

For the majority of his life, up until a year ago when he arrived in Night Vale, Carlos would have been 100% certain, had anyone asked, that any cantaloupe he purchased would consist of a thin outer rind over sweet orange flesh with seeds in the middle and a variable degree of ripeness. This was a truth that he had never questioned; he definitely would never have expected to have a conversation with one.

The cantaloupe he had purchased less than an hour ago at the Ralph’s, however, proved to be unexpectedly chatty.

He was considering x-raying it. He was considering testing the coffee for hallucinogenic substances, again. He was considering calling Cecil. He hesitated, Cecil would have the answer. Sweet mad Cecil always had the answer and it never ever made any sense at all. It would be ‘all cantaloupes talk during the second week of July’ or ‘The City Council says that produce doesn’t exist on Tuesdays’ in that rich, fond, so very reasonable voice that never failed to make him feel a little better about being so terribly confused all the time.

He decided to ask the cantaloupe.
“Should I call Cecil?”

The cantaloupes voice was thin and shallow but not unpleasant.
“On the radio” it said.

Carlos nodded, if he called now Cecil would talk about him on air. He hoped that his complexion hid his blush but judging from the cantaloupes watery giggle it didn’t.

“How about after the show.” Carlos turned up the radio where the weekly broadcast of 100 bees in a mailbox was just ending.

The news was, as ever, a mind-bending mix of the bizarrely mundane and the completely insane and he and the cantaloupe listened together. With its mouth closed the cantaloupe looked like a cantaloupe; no eyes, no ears, no way to tell that it would spontaneously open its mouth and start a conversation. With its mouth open it looked like pack man, very disconcerting. It seemed to be listening intently to Cecil, going so far as to do a little wiggling dance during the weather and Carlos thought perhaps this wouldn’t end in flamethrowers and tears the way that thing with the oranges had.

Carlos turned the radio down after Cecil signed off and called him.

“Carlos” Cecil answered sounding surprised and happy, no matter how many times Carlos called, Cecil always sounded surprised and happy to talk to him.

“Hi, Cecil, good show tonight.” he said, to make Cecil smile, to make his voice jump half an octave when he replied

“You really thought so? Thanks” Cecil said.

“I have a question about talking cantaloupes.” Carlos said, not actually asking a question about talking cantaloupes because none of the questions he knew would get him the answer he needed.

“It’s a little bit early in the season for them.” Cecil said, sounding unconcerned, “They make good pets, we had one when I was a kid.”

“I have one in the lab” Carlos looked over at it, where it still sat on the table, maybe smiling at him.

“You got a pet for the lab, that’s great. Pets are good for morale, I know that when I’m having a down day I can just go pet Khoshekh and feel much better.”

“What do I do for it?” Carlos asked because apparently talking cantaloupes were pets.

“Just get a box with some old towels for it to nest in and feed it once a day and it’ll be perfectly happy in the lab” Cecil said.

“What do I feed a cantaloupe?” Carlos asked.

“Hungry, Nom Nom Nom.” the cantaloupe chimed in.

“Ours used to like a tablespoon of honey mixed into a cup of warm chicken blood, but really they’ll eat anything, what are you going to name it?” Cecil said.

“I don’t know. I’m not really good with naming things.” Carlos said and then thought for a moment. “Why don’t you stop by the lab on your way home from the station and help me think of something?” Carlos would be happy calling it cantaloupe which was maybe not the most creative name but one that was both accurate and descriptive but Cecil would like naming it.

“Ok Carlos, I’d like that, I’ll be there soon”

Carlos hung up the phone and looked for something to feed to the cantaloupe. He came up with yesterday’s leftover pizza.

“Do you want some veggie pizza, its gluten free.”

“Yummy, pizza!” The cantaloupe agreed.

Carlos sat the open box down in front of the cantaloupe on the table and then took a half a step back when a long pale orange tongue snaked out of the cantaloupes mouth to curl around a piece of the pizza bringing it back to devour whole with a wet chomp. But then it giggled happily to its’ self and Carlos relaxed, sat down, kicked his feet up onto the table and waited for Cecil to come name his talking cantaloupe. Only in Night Vale.


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[personal profile] kissoffools 2013-07-30 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Teen Wolf, Sheriff Stilinski/Melissa McCall/Chris Argent, i was gay once (and if you're so inclined to include one, two, threesome that would not be a bad thing!)

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Generation Kill, literally anyone: Must take all: album, jacket, sleeve. Little resale value if any. Provide address; album will be flung from moving vehicle in your direction

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Generation Kill, Ray/Any: I HAD NO IDEA RAISING GOATS WOULD BE THIS HARD

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Teen Wolf, Allison/Scott/Isaac, No one is going to know about this...ever.... (https://twitter.com/craigslistlove/status/278565645807931392)
littledust: Troy & Abed clinking coffee cups. ([comm] troy & abed in the morning)

[personal profile] littledust 2013-07-30 05:56 am (UTC)(link)

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Glee Blaine/Kurt "i want to fuck super mario" (idc who tops/bottoms for this lol)

https://twitter.com/craigslistlove/status/360975991306338304
littledust: Brittany and Santana hugging. ([glee] built my life around you)

[personal profile] littledust 2013-07-30 06:02 am (UTC)(link)

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Orphan Black, Cosima/Delphine "I am kind of a nerdy hippy stoner girl lol"

https://twitter.com/craigslistlove/status/360944490279731200
littledust: Girl with rainbow-colored thoughts. (Default)

[personal profile] littledust 2013-07-30 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
littledust: Girl with rainbow-colored thoughts. (Default)

[personal profile] littledust 2013-07-30 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Parks and Recreation, Donna/Jean-Ralphio, I'm ready for all night sex with older lady!
littledust: Troy & Abed clinking coffee cups. ([comm] troy & abed in the morning)

[personal profile] littledust 2013-07-30 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Community, any combination of Troy/Abed/Annie, This car WILL turn you into a man (or woman depending upon the buyer)

(Anonymous) 2013-07-30 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Glee, Puck/Blaine "Badass seeking sexy short man"

https://twitter.com/craigslistlove/status/360179959987310593
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Fill: Priorities (Elementary) [1/2]

[personal profile] laisserais 2013-07-30 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Sherlock sat up and pulled his jeans back on. He knew there was a connection between the mistuned piano and the second victim, he just needed to understand what it meant. And then there was the discrepancy in time. While the first victim was obviously killed between 11PM and midnight, the second body was still in rigor mortis when the police were called at 9AM.

He glanced out the window, then at his phone. He'd missed two texts from Alfredo. He dismissed them from the screen. It was 3AM. When the shops opened, he'd have to see about getting some more plaster of paris; the moulds he'd made of boot treads were nearly ready. But right now he was thirsty.

On his way to the kitchen, he scooped up Clyde. A cup of tea and a nice head of romaine were in order.

Dropping Clyde on the table, Sherlock started up the kettle. Yes, the mistuned piano...Yes. He found a clean mug and got down the tea. When the whistle blew, he poured the water. He'd have to look up moving companies that specialized in large items; there were 37 professional piano tuners in Manhattan, 2 in Brooklyn and, somewhat improbably, 1 in the Bronx. It was a mom and pop shop. But add in removers from, say, the tri-state area and the list of suspects widened considerably. He brought the cup to his lips and blew on the tea. Almost cool enough. He supposed that it could have been a professional piano tuner, but he doubted it. While the killer obviously took a macabre sort of glee in torturing his victims, there was no evidence of any sort of methodical planning. The scenes were a mess--blood splattered and pooling under the victim. No, a professional piano tuner is tidy. He must take pride in the details of his work.

He'd have to look into the moving companies. That was something Watson could do while Sherlock interviewed the doorman again; he had a hunch about the timing.

"Watson!" Sherlock leaned his head back and called up the stairs. Where was she? "Watson, I need you."

Sherlock went back into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and stopped, staring at the opened package of cold cuts on the second shelf. The second victim's piano teacher had missed her last lesson. Of course. He grabbed the lettuce and closed the refrigerator door. Doubtless when they found the killer, they would find an acquaintance of, or relation to, the piano teacher.

He shredded the lettuce and set a heap of it on the table. "It's obvious, isn't it?" He said to Clyde.

Clyde did not respond.

"Watson! Get down here." Sherlock sipped at his too-hot tea and pulled his phone out of his pocket, starting in on the search himself. Even supposing the connection, there was still the question of how, and 'how' must have included some sort of large transport.

A footstep on the stairs had Sherlock leaning forward, ready to turn around. A second footfall, though, and Sherlock sat back. Watson never made the fourth step creak.

"Hey, um," said a voice from behind his left shoulder. Sherlock put his phone down and picked up his tea.

"Yes?"

"You kind of, left in the middle?" Twisting in his seat, Sherlock regarded the lovely young woman he'd met at a Narcotics Anonymous meeting earlier that evening. They weren't always a waste of time after all. Petite, blond, extremely flexible. She was wearing his shirt and nothing else. "Ew, oh my god, is that a turtle on your kitchen table?"

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