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Let's have a little comment fun again.

I will leave you a starting prompt, and you will answer with a little fic or one haiku or one icon (other works are not allowed). For fics, your work should not be longer than 100 words. Icons should fit DW standard = 100x100 px.

Please leave the prompt and the fandom / original work in the subject line.

Post your work as a reply to 'Works here'.
After posting your work, please leave a new prompt as a reply to 'New Prompts Here.'

All prompts will remain open until the month ends; every prompt can be filled multiple times. You can fill your own prompt when, after 12 hours, no one else has answered it.

First prompt: crying

This challenge will run until September 30, midnight in your timezone.

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Challenge Reminder:
10 out of 20

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

prisca

Post your works as a reply to this comment.

From:

luvbarryfefe

Edited Date: 2024-09-14 10:35 am (UTC)

From:

cmk418

Run a marathon
Coach Wymack's favorite threat
Worked every time

From:

goddess47

Peter inhaled. His favorite smells -- cinnamon and freshly mowed grass... Stiles had come home! Peter moved to the door to greet his husband with a kiss.

From:

lumiosecity

This was humiliating, Bruce thought to himself with a sigh. The Batman was meant to be prepared for every situation and more, and he was— most nights, at least.

Not tonight, it seemed. How could he have forgotten something as simple as batteries for a flashlight?

Another sigh.

Deeply humiliating.

From:

pitchblackrenegade

An angelic star
Whose kindness he had repaid
He longs to see her

From:

lumiosecity

From:

littlewolfteeth

I want you to see all the ways I bleed for you. Are you watching? What color is it? Is it the color of all the stains you wear on that plaid jacket or is it a brilliant gold, bled only for you. Unlike the red on the end of your knuckles. Did you think I wanted to come here one more time to have to put you back together? Put me back together for once, give me back my wings and I promise not to fly into the sun this time.