Every Monday, I will post a prompt. You have until the following Monday to write and reply with a 100-200 word fic, i.e. a 'drabble', inspired by the prompt. (For an extra challenge, try to hit exactly 100 words!)
You can reply with the full text of the drabble, or link out to another site like Ao3, Tumblr, etc.
Any rating is permitted; please warn for NSFW and content where appropriate.
WHAT ELSE?
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You may post more than one response to a single week's prompt.
If you're inspired to continue your drabbles, you're welcome to connect multiple challenge responses to each other, or expand on your fics outside of the challenge.
Characters: Slash & Tokio Rating: PG Notes: it was originally 1:1 their in-game texting style but DW got upset with that u_u Word count: 100
/: in a way /: isn't everyone kind of a ghost inside your head? /: like, your memory of them is never totally true to reality /: so what you know is just an echo of the person they truly are /: getting hella philosophical here /: hey /: don't ignore me /: dick
: I don't know where you come up with this stuff.
/: well if you want me to be honest lol /: it's all you, turtleguy /: this conversation, this old chatroom /: the entire 25th ward if you felt like it /: maybe i should be calling you by your title instead
Characters: Kurumizawa Kosuke, mentions of Tokio Rating: G Notes: spoilers for 25th Ward Word count: 100
To say he was a ghost in the machine wasn't accurate- Kurumizawa Kosuke had ascended beyond that. Limiting spiritual entities to the binary of alive versus dead seemed reductive.
He feels within digital space and endless time, waiting for a blip of consciousness other than himself to appear. The Scarlet Cat program felt finicky at times, the .png feeling more like a broken artifact rather than a proper avatar.
Kurumizawa feels a shift in this echo of the old internet, and he waits patiently, seeing a TurtleGuy emerge from beyond his awareness.
Another specter of the past... what perfect timing.
Characters: Chizuru Hachisuka, Sayaka Baian, ayamebrain Rating: G Notes: a news report. warning for discussion of suicide Word count: 100
The television cuts in as Chizuru applies her eyeliner.
[Tenants in the apartment building that Sayaka Baian, former idol and internet icon, previously occupied in Ward 24 experienced a multitude of strange phenomena in the weeks following her untimely passing--]
The news report drones on. There's an unsettling chill in the air of her apartment, and Chizuru tries to pay it no mind. Sensationalist garbage meant for would-be onlookers had no place in her thoughts.
Do you wonder if her face made it out unscathed?
Do you want to see it?
She squashes the thought. Ghosts don't exist, after all.
Characters: Sumio Saeba, Kamui, Travis Rating: G Notes: i'm going to continue the thunder ryu funeral fic soon i promise Word count: 100
"Yes," says Kamui, gesturing across the couch at Sumio with his drink, "that was truly your father."
"Yup." Travis leans past Kamui, steals a sip of soda, and continues. "My old master's ghost hung around for a bit, too. Even when he stopped showing up, that thing kept falling down."
Sumio's bewildered eyes follow Travis' finger to the iei on the wall. He gapes, staring blankly, before he can finally blurt--
"Is that Thunder Ryu? You're telling me you were trained by Thunder Ryu?"
"Yeah. Notorious never told you?"
"Wait, my uncle arranged his funeral. Does that mean you're--"
Characters: Bad Girl, Midori Midorikawa Rating: PG Word count: 200
"I'm sooo so glad, you agreed to this, Char! Scar said she thought it was silly."
"She would say something like that." Charlie propped herself up on an elbow, looking over the ouija board. "Think she's all above occult shit just 'cause she learned yoga. Anyway, are we ready?"
"Almost!" Midori lit a few more candles before dimming the lights in the hotel room. "Okay, ready!" She plopped down beside her in front of the coffee table.
The blonde placed her fingers on the planchette lightly as the other girl instructed before. "Then I can ask anything?"
"Anything specific."
"Gotcha. So..." She cleared her throat. "Spirits... Daddy... Anything we need to look out for going forward?"
They waited for what felt like forever, but was actually thirty minutes telling by the motel VCR. Just as Charlie was about to voice her doubt, the planchette shuddered before zipping across the board from under their fingers.
"Fuck! What the fuck, Midori?"
"It's not me! Just watch it." She took out her phone, recording the letters it paused over.
"Anything?" She piped up when the planchette finally stopped.
"Um... Does 'dog eat tiger' mean anything to you?"
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Rating: T
Notes: n/a
Word count: 100
Link: here
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(Anonymous) 2022-03-03 10:02 am (UTC)(link)Rating: PG
Notes: it was originally 1:1 their in-game texting style but DW got upset with that u_u
Word count: 100
/: in a way
/: isn't everyone kind of a ghost inside your head?
/: like, your memory of them is never totally true to reality
/: so what you know is just an echo of the person they truly are
/: getting hella philosophical here
/: hey
/: don't ignore me
/: dick
: I don't know where you come up with this stuff.
/: well if you want me to be honest lol
/: it's all you, turtleguy
/: this conversation, this old chatroom
/: the entire 25th ward if you felt like it
/: maybe i should be calling you by your title instead
: fuck off
/: such a sore sport, kamui
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(Anonymous) 2022-03-03 10:03 am (UTC)(link)Rating: G
Notes: spoilers for 25th Ward
Word count: 100
To say he was a ghost in the machine wasn't accurate- Kurumizawa Kosuke had ascended beyond that. Limiting spiritual entities to the binary of alive versus dead seemed reductive.
He feels within digital space and endless time, waiting for a blip of consciousness other than himself to appear. The Scarlet Cat program felt finicky at times, the .png feeling more like a broken artifact rather than a proper avatar.
Kurumizawa feels a shift in this echo of the old internet, and he waits patiently, seeing a TurtleGuy emerge from beyond his awareness.
Another specter of the past... what perfect timing.
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(Anonymous) 2022-03-03 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)Rating: G
Notes: a news report. warning for discussion of suicide
Word count: 100
The television cuts in as Chizuru applies her eyeliner.
[Tenants in the apartment building that Sayaka Baian, former idol and internet icon, previously occupied in Ward 24 experienced a multitude of strange phenomena in the weeks following her untimely passing--]
The news report drones on. There's an unsettling chill in the air of her apartment, and Chizuru tries to pay it no mind. Sensationalist garbage meant for would-be onlookers had no place in her thoughts.
Do you wonder if her face made it out unscathed?
Do you want to see it?
She squashes the thought. Ghosts don't exist, after all.
no subject
Rating: G
Notes: i'm going to continue the thunder ryu funeral fic soon i promise
Word count: 100
"Yes," says Kamui, gesturing across the couch at Sumio with his drink, "that was truly your father."
"Yup." Travis leans past Kamui, steals a sip of soda, and continues. "My old master's ghost hung around for a bit, too. Even when he stopped showing up, that thing kept falling down."
Sumio's bewildered eyes follow Travis' finger to the iei on the wall. He gapes, staring blankly, before he can finally blurt--
"Is that Thunder Ryu? You're telling me you were trained by Thunder Ryu?"
"Yeah. Notorious never told you?"
"Wait, my uncle arranged his funeral. Does that mean you're--"
no subject
(Anonymous) 2022-03-21 12:47 am (UTC)(link)Rating: PG
Word count: 200
"I'm sooo so glad, you agreed to this, Char! Scar said she thought it was silly."
"She would say something like that." Charlie propped herself up on an elbow, looking over the ouija board. "Think she's all above occult shit just 'cause she learned yoga. Anyway, are we ready?"
"Almost!" Midori lit a few more candles before dimming the lights in the hotel room. "Okay, ready!" She plopped down beside her in front of the coffee table.
The blonde placed her fingers on the planchette lightly as the other girl instructed before. "Then I can ask anything?"
"Anything specific."
"Gotcha. So..." She cleared her throat. "Spirits... Daddy... Anything we need to look out for going forward?"
They waited for what felt like forever, but was actually thirty minutes telling by the motel VCR. Just as Charlie was about to voice her doubt, the planchette shuddered before zipping across the board from under their fingers.
"Fuck! What the fuck, Midori?"
"It's not me! Just watch it." She took out her phone, recording the letters it paused over.
"Anything?" She piped up when the planchette finally stopped.
"Um... Does 'dog eat tiger' mean anything to you?"
"No." Did it?