Happy Tuesday - Monster Day
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Today is Tuesday and I will be your pinch hitting host today!
I think Tuesday is a good day for Monsters, don't you?
So let's have them, werewolves, vampires, deformed creatures, boogie men, Frankensteins, or the more human variety, maybe even the imaginary kind...
Remember to format your prompts properly:
Supernatural, wee!Sam and wee!Dean, monsters in the closet
Leverage, Eliot, the monster inside
Crossover:
Buffy/Supernatural, Faith/Dean/Sam, things that go bump in the night
Remember the rules, and be kind to our codemonkeys--only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts at a time. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another.
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts.
Go forth and have a monstrously good time. (yeah, yeah...okay that one was uncalled for, I apologize) And Happy Tuesday y'all.
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Today is Tuesday and I will be your pinch hitting host today!
I think Tuesday is a good day for Monsters, don't you?
So let's have them, werewolves, vampires, deformed creatures, boogie men, Frankensteins, or the more human variety, maybe even the imaginary kind...
Remember to format your prompts properly:
Supernatural, wee!Sam and wee!Dean, monsters in the closet
Leverage, Eliot, the monster inside
Crossover:
Buffy/Supernatural, Faith/Dean/Sam, things that go bump in the night
Remember the rules, and be kind to our codemonkeys--only three prompts per fandom, and only five prompts at a time. If one of them is filled, you can go ahead and post another.
And if you don't see anything that you like, you can always go through our Lonely Prompts.
Go forth and have a monstrously good time. (yeah, yeah...okay that one was uncalled for, I apologize) And Happy Tuesday y'all.
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Date: 2010-02-02 02:50 pm (UTC)That Smell (Sam, Michael)
Date: 2011-03-13 12:29 am (UTC)A loud splash distracted Sam from his onerous task.
"Mikey, what the hell was that?" he demanded with a frown, letting the rapidly purpling head of the dead assassin flop over the edge of their battered craft.
Michael lurched with the boat's sudden motion and fixed his partner with an annoyed glare. "It was probably just an alligator, Sam, the Everglades are full of them," he replied succinctly.
"Because that just makes me feel so much better," Sam groused, but heaved the stale corpse overboard with a grunt. He wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his sleeve and stared up into the warm night, swatting ineffectually at the haze of mosquitoes dogging their small craft.
He had just about composed an especially off-color joke about the ice they'd used to preserve the ill-fated stiff and their boat's tragic lack of alcohol when a deafening bellow split the night with migraine-inducing force.
Michael jumped about three feet in the air and in the same breath had a gun pointed out into the black. Sam scanned the night, even sweeps of his high-powered flashlight revealing only an empty expanse of dark water and jagged trees, shadows studded with hundreds of tiny eyes. He turned to face Michael with a shrug, but stopped dead suddenly when the beam flashed across a tall dark shape, silhouetted against a cypress island some thirty yards out.
A large, hairy, manlike form regarded them from the shore. It appeared to be watching them intently, staring back with small, deep-set eyes in a furry, puckered face. The thing bared its teeth in fear or challenge, shaking its head, then vanished backwards into the trees with a swift flicker of movement.
The two men stared after it in shock, then flinched back as a shift in the wind struck them with an overpowering, animal stench. The foul breeze rattled the sawgrass briefly, then fizzled out complacently, leaving them alone in the hot, sticky night.
Michael and Sam stood there in silence, speechless. Their eyes locked.
"Okay then!" Sam said heartily, goosing the outboard motor with a bit more enthusiasm than was usually advisable when dumping a body. "Time to head back, we missed happy hour and I need to make up for lost time."
Michael shook his head in disbelief, then nodded mechanically. Taking up position at the bow, his hand lingered on the gun in his waistband as Sam piloted them out into the humid, impenetrable darkness.
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Date: 2010-02-02 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 03:07 pm (UTC)Family
Date: 2010-02-03 05:41 am (UTC)“Let me in Dick.” Barbara crooned, stroking the wood of the door. “You need to invite me in.”
Dick covered his face with his hands. “I can’t Babs. And I won’t.”
“But we’re so good together Dick. Please baby, just ask me in.”
Dick’s chest heaved as he fought to control pain. His Babs was dead, the sooner he accepted that the better...
“Dick please?” She pleaded, “It’s so cold out.”
“I know babe, I know.” A single tear rolled down his cheek. “But I can’t let you in.” Two minutes longer. Bruce and Tim were on their way, armed and ready to end the life of the woman he loved...the woman he had loved...before this...
“Please Dick...just ask me in.”
“No Babs.” Dick muttered, slipping to the floor, still hiding his face. He couldn’t look at her, couldn’t see what she’d become. Tim and Bruce would be there soon, it’d all be ok.
There was a scream, an unearthly yowl and Babs was gone from the doorway. Dick wept, unable to pull himself up from the floor. The people he loved needed him, needed him in the fight but he couldn’t move.
The screaming stopped as abruptly as it stated.
Tim wrapped an arm around Dick’s shoulders, pulling his brother into his arms. “It’s done Dick. It’s over now.”
Bruce walked away, the remnants of her suit in hand; leaving his eldest son sobbed into his youngest’s arms. Family was family and they would look after each other...just as they’d looked after Barbara.
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Date: 2010-02-02 08:05 pm (UTC)No fic yet, but rest assured, I will work on this and write it this week. But if someone else wants to take it before I do, that's fine too.
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Date: 2010-02-02 03:43 pm (UTC)Revenant | Torchwood, Jack/(vampire) Ianto, "something has changed you"
Date: 2011-09-24 02:37 am (UTC)"Ianto! I need a hot cup of coffee as soon as possible," Jack said as he was entering the Hub. "I'm hearing reports of a Blowfish robbing a chemist's in Barry."
Ianto stood still at his station. His skin was the color of chalk.
"Ianto? Any sarcastic remarks there, Ianto?"
Jack ran up to Ianto's station, where he was still standing still.
"Ianto, are you okay?"
Ianto did not respond.
"Looks like something has changed you."
Ianto revealed fangs covering every tooth in his mouth. He attempted to bite Jack on his neck. Jack was able to push Ianto off of him and put three bullets in his body.
Longer fic here if you'd like to read.
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Date: 2010-02-02 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 03:55 pm (UTC)Mystery Science Theater Supernatural
Date: 2010-02-07 02:17 am (UTC)"Dean, why would you want to watch Paranormal Activity? Aren't our lives scary enough?"
"C'mon, it'll be fun. It'll be like when cops watch cop moves, or porstars watch porn."
Sam rolled his eyes. "It always comes back to porn. Fine, whatever, put it on, I'll do research while i watch."
The weren't very far into the movie before Dean got fidgety. "Geeze, how much of this movie is these two just bitching at each other?"
"I don't know, but the guy is a real idiot," Sam said. "I mean, he's obviously escalating things."
Then later:
"Wow, can you imagine how bad it would be if Ouija boards could do that?"
"We'd have to save so many cheerleader slumber parties," Dean said, nodding.
Sam laughed.
Later still:
"What a moron."
"I know! We could have taken care of this so easily."
Then, near the end:
"Hah! He is SO dead."
"Totally boned."
The movie ended, and the credits ran. "I SO called that," said Sam, stretching out on his bed. He'd stopped trying to do research halfway through.
"Hey, I saw it coming too, I just didn't say anything."
"Sure Dean. Oh hey, they've got Exorcism of Emily Rose too. Want to watch another one?"
Dean grinned. "Why not?"
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Date: 2010-02-02 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-02-02 04:48 pm (UTC)NCIS, Shifter! Tony and Unaware!Gibbs, mating binds their lives together
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Date: 2010-02-02 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-07 11:38 pm (UTC)'You should do something.' Lorne says to Ronon when John enters the mess a few weeks after his father's funeral. Ronon is not surprised that Lorne noticed, like many artist Lorne has a finer perception of his surroundings than others.
'Why me?' He asks. Lorne gives him a pointed look but can't say anything because John sits down with them:
'Morning Lorne, Ronon.'
'Good morning, sir.'
'Come on.' Ronon says after they finished their breakfast. He has a training sheduled with Lorne and Stackhouse in an hour and the team has a mission in the afternoon.
'Where are we going?' John asks but he follows Ronon without asking again into Ronon's room.
'Here.' He gestures to the picture above his bed.
John waits.
'It's Sateda's greatest victory. The first record of a planet in this galaxy fighitng and wining against the Wraith.'
'Nice.'
'Lorne helped me to make it. These', he points at the faces: 'are not the warriors that won the battle but my family. After I stopped running I felt them everywhere.
'Ronon, my father and I...' John stops, unable to finish the sentence. Ronon steps nearer.
'It's over. Whatever happened between you. Let go.'
'It's not that easy.' John argues.
'Yes, it is. Don't try to be someone you're not. Not even for the dead.'
'My father died thinking that I did nothing worthy with my life.'
'You have us, our loyalty, our admiration-'
'McKay's sarcasm, Teyla's eyerolls, Lorne slyly coercing me into doing paperwork, you kicking my ass-' Ronon nearly smiles at that.
'We're your family, too.' He says and he likes John's grin when he does.
'Yeah, I can really see it: Rodney is the annoying younger brother, Teyla our older sister, Lorne the babysitter that lets us eat candy so that we're all brushing out teeth and go to bed at 8pm and you are-'
'I am?' Ronon asks.
'who do you want to be? John asks right back. ROnon shrugs:
'Yours.'
'Not Lorne's?' John is suprised: 'because I thought-'
'Sheppard.' Ronon interrupts him.
'Yeah?'
'Don't make me have second thougts.'
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Date: 2010-02-02 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 05:47 pm (UTC)Lead Monsters
Date: 2010-04-12 12:50 am (UTC)Kon groaned and cracked his eyes open. "What is it, baby?" he asked softly. He glanced at Cissie and Tim, lying safely next to him. He extended his hearing until he could hear the sleeping heartbeats of Martha, Edie, and Jonah. Everyone was safe and asleep. He looked down at Callie.
"There's a monster under my bed," she said, whimpering a little.
"Huh?" Kon looked up at her room and used his x-ray vision. "No there isn't, I just checked."
Callie pouted. "I want you to come up and check."
Kon yawned. "But I used my x-ray vision."
"Maybe it's a lead monster! Or a kryptonite one!" She reached for his hand. "I'm scared, Poppa."
Kon pulled her up into bed with him and wrapped his arms around her. "I can hold you for a while, if you want."
Callie nodded and tucked her head onto his shoulder. Seconds later, she was asleep.
Cissie rolled over and kissed his cheek. "You're a good Dad, Kon," she whispered.
Kon smiled at her. "I was trying not to wake you up."
"I don't mind." She wrapped an arm around him. "But it's still your job to bring her upstairs." She kissed his back.
Kon let out a light laugh. "Mmkay. Let me up."
Cissie rolled over and curled around Tim. Kon floated out of bed gently. He could hear her breathing slowing as he walked upstairs to tuck Callie back into bed. By the time he got back, Cissie was fast asleep against Tim's side. Kon grinned and slipped into bed next to them. Part of him wanted to stay up and watch them sleep, but a bigger part was very quickly falling asleep. He wrapped an arm around the two of them, and slowly drifted off.
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Date: 2010-02-02 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-21 01:27 am (UTC)Author: S.R.C.
Fandom: DCU; (Tam, Tim) You might want to be caught up through Red Robin 9.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: This weighs in at 2,610 words. Once again, it didn't fit into a comment. Blerg.
Notes: Standard disclaimers apply. I really don't own anything that you recognize. This has been sitting on my hard-drive for quite some time now, so I figured I'd just go ahead an post it. Still, something about it seems slightly... off. Oh well!
This was written as a response to
"So, you're all cowled up with no one to maim, I guess." (http://the-protagonist.livejournal.com/24934.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2010-02-02 06:49 pm (UTC)Monsters in the Closet | Psych, wee!Gus & wee!Shawn, "I'm not afraid. Are you?"
Date: 2010-02-28 01:00 am (UTC)Gus shakes his head and holds his teddy bear a little tighter trying to be as brave as Shawn.
"Of course not, we're big boys." Shawn said before grabbing Gus' wrist and dragging him towards the closet. "We don't need to be afraid of monsters they need to be afraid of us." With that statement Shawn opened Gus's closet door and turned on the flashlight.
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Date: 2010-02-02 06:58 pm (UTC)Monsters - 1/3
Date: 2010-02-04 05:30 pm (UTC)There’s no good or bad, no right or wrong, unless you’re comparing it to something. You pick your point of reference, and go from there. Moral compasses can be tweaked. Should be tweaked. Absolutes have always made her uncomfortable.
She knows what she’s talking about. She was rationalizing the dubious morality behind helping her father steal before she could even read the words in the bills they took home after each job. But it was her life, the only one she’d ever known. Helping your daddy is good, that was her reference, and she went from there. The people that knocked on her door asking about him were bad, and the people who helped them out were good.
And then things begun to change.
Her classmates played cops and robbers and they all wanted to be cops, because they were the good guys. She wanted to tell them the truth. Let them know they’d been lied to. Cops weren’t the good guys. They threatened to put perfectly nice people like her daddy in jail. And robbers weren’t monsters. They didn’t use guns – those were the robbers on tv, but tv was a bunch of lies anyway, with family dinners and fathers who worked at an office and presents on Christmas morning – and they didn’t hurt people. They just took the money to put food on the table. Just like her daddy.
But she knew better than to tell them the truth. She couldn’t trust them, because she’d been taught she could only trust one person, and that was her dad. At some point keeping the secret became more a matter of embarrassment than one of trust, but the result was pretty much the same, so she didn’t feel the need to change it. She learned that stealing was bad – worse than having a real job, but still better than killing people, so her moral compass only needed a small tweak to go on – and she learned to live with that knowledge.
By the time she started high school, she’d been told more than once that she was weird. And she accepted that, because the truth was she was different than most people around her. From their point of view, Jenny Burton was a weirdo. In a high school where most kids’ part-time jobs included illegal activities instead of flipping burgers and washing cars, they would’ve been the weird ones. It’s all relative, if you think about it.
It took her father getting arrested for her moral compass to spin out of control and make her lose her balance.
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