It’s time for a, “things I sent to my twin’s inbox but she said I should post myself because I never post my own work and she’d like if I stopped spamming her inbox with ideas but I forgot about it and just kept it in my drafts notes for months and now finally I’m posting the fucking things.”
Or for short:
DP X DC PROMPT #7:
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Danny visits metropolis and people are deadset on believing that Danny is either Clark’s little brother or his nephew from Illinois… despite that Clark can literally not be related to him. Not that the people at the Daily Planet know that, but even the ones who do know are giving him a hard time.
“I’m adopted Jimmy!” Clark threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You are very aware of that.”
“But he looks just like you Clark, you even talk the same!” Jimmy peaked around the corner, catching a glimpse of Danny talking to Lois in the employees lounge.
“He has a upper midwestern accent. I’m from Kansas, Jim. Not all midwesterners know each other!”
“So?”
“Jimmy. You know damn well why we can not be related.” Clark subtly gestured to his cheap “I believe in aliens” mug. Jimmy was Clark’s best friend and most of the time he really appreciated the kid’s keen eye but Jimmy also seemed to be constantly dead-set on figuring how to give Clark a headache.
“But he looks like a mini you! Have you asked him if he has a spare spaceship lying around anywhere?” Jimmy snarked as he glanced over to Danny and Louis who were finally heading back from their break.
“Jimmy, I will put you on the moon and leave you there.”
“Alright sheesh. I get it, I’ll drop it.”
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For your drabbles - #19 "We were never meant to fight on our own." and a grouping of characters of your choice from either of your WIPs!
#19 — WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO FIGHT ON OUR OWN.
give lexi an opportunity to write about the camaraderie of soldiers combined with female friendship and she's gonna go crazy. or rather, alternatively titled: the time maxine woods had this concept nailed into her skull back in their toccoa days featuring : the ladies of second platoon. send me a prompt from this list here!
“You’re really bad at this.” Surprisingly, it’s Alice who breaks the silence first. Max looks at her, but the blonde’s gaze is fixating ahead of them. Max clenches her jaw, fingers digging into the shoulders of the two women half carrying her. Paulina’s the only one to voice anything about it, grunting when her nails dig too deep.
“Bad at what? Running? I didn’t see the damn—”
“Not that. This,” Alice reaches down to swat at Max’s knee. “Lift your foot up. You’re not supposed to walk on it.”
The it in question was Max’s notably swollen ankle, and the thing that she didn’t see was a dip in Currahee’s dirt path. She wiped out, completely twisting her ankle, tried to limp her way back — until Paulina and Alice, curious as to what was taking her so long, came across her.
And now they were here, with Max pretending to lean her weight on the two other women, and getting caught doing it.
“When we’re in combat you’re not gonna be able to do this kind of thing.” Max points out. Alice rolls her eyes and takes a measured breath.
“When we’re in combat tripping might save your damn life. Maybe you’ll dodge a bullet,” A snort from Paulina, who Max can tell is biting back a smirk, and just as she’s about to open her mouth, Alice continues. “And if you get a bullet in the leg then yes, we’re dragging you out of there kicking and screaming if we have to.”
“And if you’re shot since you wanna play hero?”
“Then someone better get to my body before the Krauts do.”
Max scowls at Alice’s flippancy, the way she hasn’t even so much as looked her way in the entirety of this debate. She lets out a scoff, fixing her own gaze forward and clenching her jaw for a moment.
“You’re a damn moron, Butler. Leave my ass and let me crawl back my damn self, that’s what I say,” At this, Paulina snorts again, louder this time, her shoulders shaking in amusement. The joke is lost on her, so Max arches a brow, before narrowing her eyes at the woman on her left. “What’s so funny?”
It takes a moment for the girl to settle, grinning like the Chesire Cat as she shakes her head. She sniffs, rubbing her nose with the arm not wrapped around Max’s waist, then looking at her through her peripherals.
“This is the first time I’ve heard you say something stupid,” Paulina shrugs, as much as she can with Max’s arm around her shoulders. “Didn’t you go to college, Maxie? Take a couple sciences? My brother says you gotta take science.”
“Th’hell does that gotta do with anythi—”
“He was talking all this stuff about how humans are… criaturas sociales one time, when he came home. Team sports. Neighborhoods. Faith. It’s all because of that,” Completely disregarding Max’s question, her voice as relaxed as ever, she continues to look at her rather than at the path ahead. “He talks a lot. Never know what to make of it. But what that sounds like to me is that we were never meant to fight alone. None of us — not even bull-headed bitches like you n’ me.” She accentuates her point with a gentle swat to the back of Max’s head and if Paulina wasn’t grinning at her like she’s anticipating it, she might’ve started hollering at her for it.
But she doesn’t — she doesn’t even have any words for her.
“Wouldja look at that. You shut her up for once. Good job Rubio,” Alice drawls out sarcastically as they reach the beginning of the trail. “Maybe she’ll be quiet the whole way to see the Doc. Wouldn’t that be something?” Ignoring Alice’s remarks with a roll of her eyes, Max just shakes her head in disbelief.
“I think you oughta add Alice over here to that list of bull-headed bitches, Paulina.” And if her remark earns the slightest quirk of a smile from the stoic woman on her right — Max says nothing of it, but keeps it in mind.
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