Thursday: Genderbending/fuckery
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Ranma's always had those genderswapping issues. Naruto can turn into a girl at will. And what about those supernatural beings who are beyond the concept of gender? Or the fact that the Doctor can (theoretically) regenerate as a woman?
That's right, today's theme is screwing with gender! Take a character's gender and swap it, remove it, or just turn it on its head.
Just keep the rules in mind:
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
For a crossover:
None of these prompts catch your eye? Don't forget about our Lonely Prompts!
tag = genderbender
That's right, today's theme is screwing with gender! Take a character's gender and swap it, remove it, or just turn it on its head.
Just keep the rules in mind:
- No more than three prompts for the same fandom.
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- If one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
Supernatural, Anna, angels are genderless, but she's spent the last twenty years being female
Doctor Who, Jack/choice, being male or female has nothing to do with pregnancy in the 51st century
For a crossover:
Ranma 1/2/Sailor Moon, Usagi + choice, you fell in the Spring of Drowned what?
None of these prompts catch your eye? Don't forget about our Lonely Prompts!
tag = genderbender
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Date: 2010-09-16 11:15 am (UTC)short fill
Date: 2010-09-16 03:46 pm (UTC)Well, in her own body, but male and gross. It was weird she was ever so slightly taller as a guy, and her hair was really weird and itchy too, and she had hair in strange places other than the strange places she had learned about when she hit puberty and more than that there was a penis between her legs.
And it did weird things.
“Okay, Atlee.” Karen’s breasts had become really interesting once the chromosome change had hit. It was like Atlee couldn’t look away. While before she’d always focused on Karen’s face now her eyes were magnetically drawn to Power Girl’s bust, even when she wasn’t in costume. When Atlee managed to force her (his?) eyes upward Karen’s mouth had quirked into that amused knowing smile she always wore around guys and Atlee only now understood. “I just talked to Mister Terrific. He says I can bring you by anytime.”
“Uh.” And again, weird, her voice was lower as a guy’s and jut sounded wrong. “Can we go now?” Belatedly Atlee remembered why she was holding a pillow to her (his?!) crotch. “Or, wait, let me take another cold shower and then we can go.”
Oh god, and now Karen was doing that thing where she planted her fists on her hips and that just made her breasts stick out even MORE and Atlee was pretty sure he (she!) might be in pain now.
“…o-or maybe two.”
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Date: 2010-09-16 11:44 am (UTC)I'll Give You A Crown (build you a world you've never dreamed of) 1/2)
Date: 2011-01-24 08:52 am (UTC)Morgana sweeps back into Camelot, worn with years and tempered by time, and no less beautiful for either.
There is a woman at Arthur's side, hair long and heavy, dark as the void that Morgana's departure had surely created. Her dress sweeps the floor around her, delicate golden embroidery and almost-hidden pearls arranged tastefully at the hem and bodice.
There is a crown upon her head, and Arthur's hand on hers.
Morgana cannot breathe, cannot fathom how, in her absence, Arthur has somehow found a woman to support him, to be his queen. She can only hope that this is some idiot child caught up in the politics of marriage, a wisp of a woman who will be blown away by the force of Morgana's will.
"Arthur," she says, smiling. "Who is this?"
Then she looks again, and is caught by golden eyes in a pale face.
"I am the queen," Merlin says, and her voice rings true down the halls of Morgana's hatred.
(sometimes, in the dark, when Arthur is in bed, his golden hair tucked away in the shadows, Merlin sits and the foot of her bed, knees pressed against her stomach, and whispers it to herself, waiting for the words to sound right.)
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Date: 2010-09-16 12:18 pm (UTC)Maybe some cross dressing will make them feel better ^.~
(Quantum Leap, Sam Beckett)
Date: 2010-09-18 04:27 am (UTC)He was looking for new clothes too, if only because Al had insisted ("it's a new millennium, Sam, you can't walk around dressed like that!"). Sam hadn't bothered to point out that Al's own fashion sense seemed to have stabilized somewhere between 30's Gangster, 70's Pimp, and Futuristic Space Alien, depending on the day of the week. Then again, at least Al seemed to have a sense of fashion. For Sam, clothes were clothes. Nothing was really jumping out at him.
Then, as he walked towards another store, he saw it--a casual, knee-length blue dress in a vintage style, sleeveless, starched, with a slim belt over an A-line skirt. He stopped automatically in front of the window it hung in and adjusted the Game Boy Color box under his arm as he stared. It looked like something he would wear.
Sam checked himself immediately. No, it didn't--it looked like something Samantha Stormer would wear. Or Margaret, or Darlene, or... It was kind of funny, actually, how often he'd worn this style of dress. But he wasn't about to keep wearing it now. He was a guy!
Maybe next time--
Oh. Right. Sam refocused his eyes in front of the dress to look at his own reflection--that was still a novelty!--in the window. He was done leaping into women. He was Sam Beckett, tall, muscular, handsome, and indisputably male. New millennium or no, he couldn't exactly buy himself a new dress, no matter how much he wanted it...
Besides, he thought, trying to be logical, what size would he wear? He had to find clothes that fit him now; they wouldn't distort with the leap field, or whatever had been happening with the clothes of his variously sized hosts.
Sam looked up and realized he was standing in front of a plus-size store. In that case, it wouldn't be difficult to go through the rack and estimate. He was a scientist; he was good with measurements. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it, either. And he didn't have to wear it out anywhere or anything, he just wanted to have it. It would be easy to just duck into the store, buy the dress, and get out.
Sam stood there for a moment longer, then broke away and walked quickly on to Sears. He bought four pairs of pants that didn't sag or have unnecessary pockets, some polo shirts that Al would find hopelessly dull, and the most technologically advanced microwave oven he could find.
With half an hour until the mall closed, Sam used some applied physics to fit it all into the trunk of his car. Instead of driving home with it, though, he locked the trunk again and abruptly turned back towards the mall as if he'd forgotten something.
Fifteen minutes later he returned with one more bag, tossed it in the back seat, and drove off. It had been a pretty successful shopping trip after all.
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