the island of misfit prompts.

[thanksalotforthememe]

(thank you dyslexic for giving us this beauty)

Because sometimes you can't decide what meme to post to and you'd rather choose from a bunch of random prompts instead.



1. You're trapped in a McDonald's. It's only a matter of time until the McNuggets run out or the McFlurry machine breaks …
2. You're trapped in an elevator and it's like that M. Night Shamawhatever movie so the devil is haunting you in it and you're probably going to die.
3. You're trapped in one of those giant meat freezers and slowly freezing to death with the other person in the thread. Will you huddle together for warmth like Seth Green in that one move?
4. tfln. Every good random prompt meme needs tfln.
5. mpreg. See above. Aliens? Genetic mutations? That breeding stable meme redux? It happened, and now you've got to get your shit together.
6. You have a big secret to tell the other person and now is your only chance. You're probably on your deathbed idk.
7. You woke up naked in a hotel room with the other person and no clue how you got there. This is some The Hangover-type shit.
8. Kinky times. Because every random meme needs a smut prompt, too. Get your 50 Shades of Grey on.
9. Body horror. You and/or person b are mutating into a zombie/robot/vampire/furry/cthulu/etc. and it's freaky as hell.
10. Disney time. You and person b are now acting out the Disney movie of your choice.
11. Roadtrip! One car, one … cup?
12. Ghost, Patrick Swayze style. You or person b is a ghost, and now you're trying to communicate with them from the other side. (NO POTTERY.)
13. Human centipede. I'll leave this one up for interpretation.
14. Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You and person b are both keeping huge secrets from each other, but one of you is getting ~~suspicious~~!
15. High school AU. What it says on the tin.
16. ZOMBIES!!!!!! Were you bitten? Are you hiding out in a shack somewhere in the middle of a post-apocalyptic wasteland?
17. A raccoon is trapped in the house and now you and person b have to figure out how the fuck to kill it.
18. You're dying a slow tragic death so you better get those last words the fuck out.
19. You're possessed by a ghost/demon/yeerk/whatever the fuck. Fight for dominance or … don't, no one actually gives a shit.
20. You're connected by a red string of fate to the other person and you follow it and find them and hook up?

Comments

[i_favour_you]

[he shuts his eyes again, focusing on her fingertips, on how they feel against the raw skin.]

More.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her breath is warm against his ear as she leans in.]

The right initiative, Sherlock.

[i_favour_you]

Conquer me, Irene.

Please.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She laughs, the sound like a low, pleased purr in the back of her throat.]

Much better.

[Where her fingertips had lingered against raw skin just a second ago, her nails now dig, raking across his back.

Without warning, the lash of leather follows.]

[i_favour_you]

[And in this instant, it truly doesn't matter if this is all taking place in Sherlock's head, or if Irene is somehow a twisted ghost of the Irene he knows. She's hurting him, she's owning him and he loves it.

He cries out in pleasure and remains perfectly still, moving only enough to stretch out his arms and offer her more surface area.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her hum of approval twines with his cry of pleasure into a single sound, or perhaps it is a single sound because there is no one here but himself. The lash falls again, once more, high across his back, and there is nothing but silence, no warm fingers tracing the welt, no sultry command or sharp amused remark. Nothing but still air and the emptiness of a stark, foreign hotel room at his back.]

[i_favour_you]

[He remains perfectly still for a moment, waiting for the next lash, waiting for the next of whatever this could be. And then he realizes he isn't waiting anymore, because he already knows it's not coming.]

Irene?

{Asking is more perfunctory than anything. He knows she's not there.

He often wonders if she ever is.]