Thursday - TV Tropes
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comment_ficSo today's Thursday and we've come to the end of my week. I'm going to leave you guys with the theme of TV Tropes - pick the name of a trope as your prompt, or get creative with it if you'd like.
Remember the community rules: five prompts at a time; you're welcome to post more when those are answered (please be kind to the code monkeys and don't go too crazy), no spoilers in your prompts til a week after release, warn in bold and leave space if there's a spoiler in your fic itself, and please use this format for your prompts (the last is for crossovers):
Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig/author's choice, Names to run away from really fast
author's choice, author's choice, Irritation is the sincerest form of flattery
Supernatural/The Sting, Dean Winchester/Johnny Hooker, Bad guys play pool
And if you don't get caught by any of today's prompts, why not check out the lonely prompt archive at delicious?
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Remember the community rules: five prompts at a time; you're welcome to post more when those are answered (please be kind to the code monkeys and don't go too crazy), no spoilers in your prompts til a week after release, warn in bold and leave space if there's a spoiler in your fic itself, and please use this format for your prompts (the last is for crossovers):
Weiss Kreuz, Schuldig/author's choice, Names to run away from really fast
author's choice, author's choice, Irritation is the sincerest form of flattery
Supernatural/The Sting, Dean Winchester/Johnny Hooker, Bad guys play pool
And if you don't get caught by any of today's prompts, why not check out the lonely prompt archive at delicious?
tag=tvtropes
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Date: 2010-01-28 11:09 pm (UTC)"Yeah... What for?"
"Just give me the damn coin." Dean took the slightly lint-ey ten cents from his brother, and scooted the chair across the room, and climbed up on it, using the dime to begin unscrewing the vent cover.
Sam realized a second later what he was up to, and scowled. "Dude, that only works in the movies."
"Why do you think they put it in the movies?" He held out the cover, and Sam, though he rolled his eyes as he took it, set it aside for Dean as he began pulling himself up into the ventilation.
And promptly stuck halfway into the metal ductwork. His voice was tinny and distant. "Shit. Wait, let me try this again." His legs flailed for a minute, and he managed to disappear about four more inches into the vent.
"You're never gonna get un-stuck if you keep going."
Sam couldn't help but feel a little vindicated when his brother's voice echoed faintly past his body. "Son of a bitch."
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Date: 2010-01-28 07:59 am (UTC)cracky Nc-17
Date: 2010-01-31 12:36 am (UTC)He looked up at his doppelganger and had to wander if that’s what his face really looked like when he had sex, all scrunched up and red. John had decided to name his doppelganger Evil Shep, it sort of suited him.
John wiggled trying to get Evil Shep to go faster , “You are such a slut,” Evil Shep told him with a growl.
John gave a loud honking laugh and Evil Shep glared at him, “What’s so funny?”
“Well you might be evil but you are still me, so you just sort of just called your self a slut?”
“Are you always this annoying?”
John shrugged, as he stroked him self a little faster since Evil Shep had stopped moving, “Yeah sort of, but I prefer to think of it as charming.”
Evil Shep made a face and then gave him shark looking grin, with a click of his fingers just for dramatic flare of it John suddenly found his hands tied above his head, attached a hook that had appeared in the gate room floor.
“Hey,” John whined, “No fair.”
But when Evil Shep started thrusting again, harder and deeper this time, John stopped complaining and made all sorts of eager sounds.
The sound of loud crunching reached John through his lust and when he looked around looking for the sound, he saw Rodney sitting on the gate room stairs with a large bowl of popcorn in his lap watching them wide eyed.
When both Sheppard’s stared at him and John raised a eyebrow at him.
Rodney’s hand full of popcorn stopped half way up to his mouth, “What? This is your whacked out kinky dream, I’m just here for the snacks."
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Date: 2010-01-28 08:11 am (UTC)Getting Better All the Time
Date: 2010-02-01 09:36 am (UTC)Dean avoided the next punch and laid the guy out with a swift hard punch. The guy went down in a heap in the alley, and lay there groaning.
Dean glared at Castiel as he stood up, his hand to his cheek. "You know, you could have helped a little."
"I thought you were fine. I was not expecting him to land a lucky punch," the angel said. He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket.
"Yeah, well, there've been one too many punches lately," grimaced Dean, as Castiel pressed the handkerchief to Dean's face.
"You know I'm trying," said Castiel. His thumb trailed along Dean's neck, sending shivers along his neck.
"You are," Dean agreed, covering Castiel's hand with his own. "But you're not as good as Sam."
Castiel looked at him, but Castiel was skilled at making a simple look into a smirk.
"At fighting! I meant at fighting Cas! Don't be gross..."
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Date: 2010-01-28 08:12 am (UTC)Yu Mo Gwai Gui Fai Di Zao
Date: 2010-01-29 02:09 am (UTC)"I knew it!" says Sam.
"Know what?" asks Dean, looking up from his laptop where he had definitely not been on BustyAsianBeauties.com.
"It's a Jiang Shi." When all Sam gets is a blank look from Dean, he says, "Chinese vampire."
"... A what?"
"They're different from Western ones. Depending on certain legends, they suck blood, but mostly they suck your life force out."
"Well, that explains why the victims all looked like shriveled up mummies." murmurs Dean. "Okay, so we just cut its head off and that's it?"
"... Not quite."
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Dean can't stop staring. It's simultaneously the most hilarious and weirdest thing he's ever seen in his life.
The Jiang Shi is more of a zombie than a vampire--it's shriveled up like a cucumber and its skin is pale purple. It's arms are sticking out and it's hopping up and down.
Like a bunny. They're dealing with an overgrown zombie bunny.
Dean turns to Sam, incredulous. "That's what's been killing this town? I mean, how slow do you have to be to get caught by one of these things?"
It's true. The Jiang Shi's been steadily hopping towards the Winchester for the past minute and it's still only about ten feet away. It's kind of sad, actually.
Sam shrugs helplessly as he brandishes a yellow talisman. "Come on, let's just smoke it."
But Dean looks thoughtful. In Sam's opinion, that's usually not a good sign. "I dunno, Sammy, it's kind of cute. You know, in a retarded puppy kind of way. Maybe we can keep it and train it and--"
"No, Dean."
Dean pouts the whole time they subdue the Jiang Shi and well after they salt and burn the damn thing.
"Just saying, Sammy," he says later, "It would've made a great pet."
"We'll get you a goldfish in the next town."
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Date: 2010-01-28 08:12 am (UTC)The Blue Room
Date: 2010-01-28 08:29 pm (UTC)Then he looks down and sees he's wearing a bathrobe. No, a smoking jacket, a real Hugh Hefner type of deal.
And if that isn't enough, Castiel's voice is behind him, saying his name. Dean turns.
There definitely didn't used to be a bed there. And it definitely didn't rotate, or have disco lights on it, or Barry White music pumping in. And certainly, absolutely, there was no naked angel waiting on black sheets, a heart-shaped pillow keeping his naughty bis from public consumption, looking absolutely terrified.
Dean takes a moment to be horrified, and then he chuckles. "Oh, that's what he's up to. Gabriel, you perv."
"I don't understand," says naked Castiel, and yeah, he sure as hell doesn't. The blankness in his eyes would be funny if he didn't look so damn desperate. "What does this mean?"
Dean's lips twitch. "It means your big brother's got the wrong idea." He turns and grabs a hamburger from the plate, trying to ignore the unsettling sense that maybe Gabriel has the right idea after all.
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Date: 2010-01-28 08:38 am (UTC)No Rainbows.
Date: 2010-01-28 10:16 am (UTC)Light looked dreadful: Hair unkempt, beard unshaved for at least 3 weeks, his fingernails were bitten or chipped, and his smell... Not even the apple that Ryuuk was currently munching on could mask the stench of filthy, unwashed human that emanated from Light.
But he supposed that even Gods needed to sleep on occasion, and now that Light's job was finally done, his mission accomplished, he probably deserved a few hours of sleep. He could probably shower and shave later.
Light removed his shoes and his clothes and without saying a word, climbed into bed and covered himself. Ryuuk watched him drift into sleep, his body slowly relaxed, but the deep, purple circles under his eyes and the permanent frown remained. When Light started to snore (and Ryuuk found it funny that a God snores and mumbles and drools into his pillow when he sleeps), Ryuuk ventured out of his room.
The house was quiet, so was the street and every other house in the neighborhood. The whole world was silent.
The God of the New World just smote the last infidel.
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