Wednesday: What if God Was One of Us

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Ok, forgive me the super-cheesy song lyric subject line. I'm havenward and I'll be handling hosting duties for today. And today? We're going to play among the gods.

Have you got a fandom whose characters are gods? (This is a shout out to the old school Hercules: The Legendary Series!) Or maybe the gods crash the party and play havoc with the lives of your favorite people. Perhaps someone has secretly been a god all along, or is a reincarnation of a god. The possibilities are endless!


But please remember to keep to the rules:

No more that 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original publication/air date. If there's spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

Please be kind to the codemonkeys and format your prompt correctly. For example:

Burn Notice, Michael Westen, you expect me to believe you're a god of war?

American Gods/Supernatural, Shadow/Sam/Dean/John, belief is the most powerful magic (the most powerful drug)

Not seeing anything that's biting? Head on over to our Lonely Prompts and see if you can't find something more to your liking. Happy writing!

Theme="Gods&Goddesses"

Comments

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Christian can't help but bounce from one side of the stage to the other, greeting the crazy ass girls that have been following his quiet career for years, not to mention the bar regulars that keep insisting he play regularly. He likes Portland, it's a good town, with good people. He'll have to remember to thank Jenny sometime for talking him into coming here.

Finally he extricates himself from the crowd, at least a little. Enough to sidle up to the bar, anyway, but before he can order anything, the bartender plunks a cold one down in front of him. Now, he always gets a drink when he gets off stage, but he usually starts with whiskey.

"Courtesy of blondie down there," the bartender says.

Chris looks down the bar, expecting one of the busty girls from the front row maybe, or that crazy bitch that shows up without fail and keeps trying to give him things. Instead he finds a man staring at him almost intently, blue eyes expectant. Once their eyes meet, the guy raises a glass, a single of something, in toast and smiles.

For just a moment there's something... The way the lights hit his hair. The way his eyes sparkle, like off the water. The slightest curve of his lips... It's all so familiar, like a ray of summer sunshine.

And then the moment passes, the crowd pressing in to the bar for the next round, and Chris can't see him anymore. When the crowd shifts again, the guy is gone.

"Well," Chris mumbles to himself as he takes a sip of beer. "That's a first..."

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

Lovely darlin, just lovely.

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm, very pretty! ♥

[elebridith]

Thankeee! *squeaks*
"one of the busty girls from the front row" Based on RL people here? *g*
Oh, that's lovely! Now Chris starts thinking... *loves*

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

I resent being called "crazy ass"...I prefer 'determined Kaniac stalker'...a subtle difference I know *g*