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06 October 2009 @ 06:10 pm
Promptathon #1  
So it's finally here! The long awaited 25th prompt blow out! XD Well, maybe it's not that amazing, but it's a nice show that I managed to stick with something for so long, though the real accomplishment will come in 75 more prompts/weeks - that will be truly amazing on my behalf. As for the here and now, let's get started with...
FF_Yuri_Drabble's First Ever Promptathon! 
So how does it work?
1. You leave a comment to this post, either anonymously or signed in (totally up to you), with a fandom, a pairing, and a prompt (refer to the rules for more info on this). So it should look like this -
FFVIII, Quistis/Fujin, fear 
2. Wait for someone to write your request.
3. Write other people's requests while you wait!
It's that easy! Seriously! 0.0 
Best part? Everyone's welcome to participate! Whether they're a member or not! :D

Rules - 
-This a drabble community, so when you fill out a request, make sure it's with a drabble! Drabbles are less then 500 words as defined by me. Use this very easy to use word counter to help!
-Normally for this comm, I ask that drabbles be of a certain amount of words, either 200, 300, etc, but for this promptathon THAT RULE IS TOTALLY SUSPENDED! I only ask for your drabble to be a minimum of a 100 words (with a maximum of 500 words)! After that, write 101, write 325, write 498 word drabbles! I don't care! Go crazy!
-If a particular prompt really inspires you and you go over the 500 maximum, post it to your own journal (preferably not in a F-locked entry, plz and ty) and leave a link in a reply to the original prompt.
-Let's keep 'I second that prompt!' to one a prompt. x.x Don't make Bat (ie, me) annoyed. Multiple 'I second that!' for a particular prompt will be deleted.
-Prompt as many times as you want! Just try to keep prompting to three times in a row, then go read a magazine, and then feel free to come back and prompt some more. And please do try to write at least drabble for someone else.
-You can leave prompt/requests in any of these styles:
FFVIII, Quistis/Fujin, fear 
FFVIII, author's choice, fear 
Any, any, fear 
-Your prompt can be a lyric, a quote, a word, or even a situation (ie, Celes is learning to cast magic and Terra helps her).
And the most important rule!
-Have fun and pimp this out far and wide! :D
This promptathon will run for two weeks, so October 20th, we'll go back to our regularly scheduled show! Members can still post drabbles in the community that relate to past prompt challenges while this runs (if they want). ^_^
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
Current Music: "I Caught Fire" by The Used
Bat: Akamatsu's Quistis!hamimifk on October 8th, 2009 05:25 am (UTC)
FFXII, Fran/Penelo, sweat
Helluin: Yuna Sereneauronlu on October 9th, 2009 07:56 am (UTC)
500 words --my first FFXII fic!
Penelo was a nimble-footed sprite who danced on Estersand slickrock, dodged raindrops during Giza's monsoons. Fran was a tree, rooted to earth and sky.

Fran was so patient. For the fiftieth time, Penelo plucked the string. The arrow went fish-tailing into the grass, burying itself yards before the target.

Fran loped out to retrieve the flight, feeling the grass with her toes. Penelo caught her breath as the Viera bent, baring that view that froze the males in the party. She followed meekly. Their hands touched as the arrows clattered into the quiver.

"Almost," Fran said, stroking the back of Penelo's wrist. "Remember, the arrow is winged and waiting. Release, and it will fly."

Penelo's hand was sweaty in the half-glove, but she nodded, drawing the nock to the hollow of her cheek.

"Breathe out," Fran said. "Let the arrow ride your breath."

Penelo exhaled. Her fingers opened. The shaft flew and struck with a thwack.

"Yes," Fran said. "You have it now."


The campfire flickered on the Salikawood’s trunks. A nearby camp of Moogles was jolly with drink and music. Tiny drums pattered, echoing in their hollow tree. Pipes chased each other like manic mice.

Basch kept watch. Balthier too, although his smile strayed now and then to the campfire.

Penelo whirled and leapt to the beat of Vaan’s improvised canteen drum. She was drunk with dancing, a hummingbird circling the stately Viera. "Your sisters,” Penelo said, breathless. “They don’t dance?"

Bemused yet graceful, Fran let the hume girl spin her around. "The green word is stillness, not movement."

"So that's why you ran away!"

“Perhaps.” Fran caught her around the waist, lifting her. The Viera's long limbs glistened in the firelight, and her palms were slick with sweat. Penelo slipped and caught herself on Fran's shoulders as she tumbled down.

For a moment they were facing each other in a loose embrace. Penelo's breath hitched. She was no boy. Why did she feel a thrill to be so close?

Fran stepped away, lifted her arms and began to dance for the sky. Even Basch was hard-pressed not to gape. Penelo forgot to move, mesmerized.


"Did you ever...do Viera make love?" Penelo whispered, embarrassed by the noises coming from Ashe's tent. Balthier again, attending to their princess.

"We visit the Garif," Fran said, "once every five hundred years. But breeding is not love. Among heart-sisters, there is a different song."

Penelo snuggled against her. Phon's nights were cold, yet she was sweating. It was sensible to spoon for warmth, but lately, it had become disconcerting. She tingled wherever velvet-furred curves pressed against her.

“You taught me dancing,” said Fran. “Would you have me show you ours?”

Penelo nodded, tongue-tied.

Starting out slow, the Viera wove a net of silken touches over her flesh until she was quivering, then spun her around, kissing her eyelids, throat, breasts. Lower still, making her arch like a bow.

“Breathe,” Fran said, fingers leaping. “Breathe, and you will fly.”

Penelo danced.

Edited at 2009-10-09 02:34 pm (UTC)
sissyhiyahsissyhiyah on October 9th, 2009 02:36 pm (UTC)
Re: 500 words --my first FFXII fic!
OOOOOHHHH!!!! Quivering, arching like a bow, my, my, my!

Lovely sport, I've been to a few archery competitions and have always made it a point to get as close as possible when archers, whether male or female, are pulling back to loose their arrows. The way the arms lift and the shoulder blades move, the looks of concentration on their faces...yep. I dig it. A lot. The world doesn't exist for them anymore, not when they're focused like that.

And until I read this, I wondered if they applied that concentration to 'everything' else. If they're all like Fran, then I might have to attend a few more tournaments.
Helluin: lucilauronlu on October 9th, 2009 02:41 pm (UTC)
Re: 500 words --my first FFXII fic!
I'm not like Fran, but there is certainly a body-magic to archery that I miss. I need to get back into it. There's so much tension in holding the arrow back, keeping the body aligned with the bow straining against you, yet the secret is learning to let go without any extraneous movement. It's not like Hollywood where actors flourish their hands with a fancy pluck that we always have to unlearn when we start! Fran's manner in the game was perfect for an archer -- she was so strong, but so quiet in herself, so grounded.
Bat: Big smile!hamimifk on October 9th, 2009 05:42 pm (UTC)
Re: 500 words --my first FFXII fic!
*glomps onto auronlu* I seriously <3 you. This was amazing! I love the beginning where Fran is teaching Penelo archery (because though I've never shot a bow and arrow, I love archery intensely).

Hehe, I also adore the end where Fran had Penelo arched like a bow (because we know Fran's great at plucking bows *insert mischievous chuckle*).

^__^ This was so great! *hugs drabble* (I may be slightly Fran/Penelo starved, don't mind me...)
‹ˆ▪̞▪ˆ›: Yumi Sei Chuwolfie on October 20th, 2009 05:49 pm (UTC)
Re: 500 words --my first FFXII fic!