Thursday: Genderbending/fuckery
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comment_ficRanma'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:
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For a single fandom:
For a crossover:
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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 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-16 12:46 pm (UTC)The Last Part of the Deal, Part 1/2
Date: 2010-09-17 02:40 am (UTC)"What the hell're you doing here?"
She smiled widely at him, a bit of the smirk lingering in the expression, and when she spoke, it was with a very familiar cadence and British accent. "Why Bobby, I would have expected you to be happy to see me."
Bobby didn't lower the gun. "Crowley."
"Well, yes."
"Any particular reason you look different."
"Many," Crowley said dryly. "I suppose you are asking me to share them with you."
Crowley started to climb the steps, but Bobby just moved the gun so it was still trained on the demon, and got an exasperated sigh from the demon for his efforts.
"Oh, for God's sake," Crowley said. "I was in the literary agent's meatsuit because it was expedient. I much prefer this one."
"Do you?"
Crowley snorted. "Look, gender's difficult and I don't really feel the need to explain it to you, but it's one of those things that exits the spirit with the humanity in Hell. To an extent. At any rate, most of us are perfectly willing to use both Body A and Body B, because it's just nice to feel flesh again."
"My heart bleeds," Bobby growled.
"That's not to say we don't have our preferences." Crowley blinked, and her eyes briefly went demon black before returning to their imitation-human color. "And I am a Crossroads demon. Most of the ones you've met previously have been in female bodies, if I recall correctly?"
She tried to climb the steps again, but Bobby just shifted, making her more aware of the gun.
She sighed. "If you could change bodies at will and wished to fly under the radar a little bit, then wouldn't it make sense to change to a body that no one would expect you to take? In my case, that was a man -- and for that matter, an American."
Bobby hesitated -- Crowley had complained, loudly and frequently, that he (or maybe she had always been she; it wasn't clear anymore) was one of the most hunted demons in Hell. Of course, the body Crowley had been in at the time had met a couple of other interesting demons along the way when she'd thrown her lot in with him and the Winchesters. "Why go back now?"
"Because Lucifer is back in his cage, and the world's in enough disarray that no one's really that concerned about Crowley who got away," she answered. "Not enough to track down the next meatsuit, at least. So the last one is back in New York rejecting pointless pieces of literature and begging magazines to look at the ones he considers art, and I got myself something a little more comfortable." She looked up at him with a slightly frustrated, mostly calculating expression. Bobby had seen it on the demon a couple of times and wasn't entirely certain he liked it. "You said my name, not me. Surely you know me even if you don't trust me."
That much was true, and Bobby reluctantly lowered the gun. "What're you doing here?"
She started picking her way up the steps -- those heels had not been intended for anywhere on Bobby's property. "I told you your soul was a loan."
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Date: 2010-09-16 01:27 pm (UTC)Fill: A Matter of Perception, Warehouse 13, PG
Date: 2010-12-12 04:35 am (UTC)Claudia knew how society worked, patriarchal to its last dying breath, white male liberty all around. She was sure HG would agree with her, but the Brit had decided to work on something in the Warehouse instead of going out with them. The nineteen year old was out to prove a point to Pete, that guys did have it easier. She tugged on one sports bra, then another, looking in the mirror with a grim smile. It would have to do. A t-shirt followed, then a man's button-up shirt that would be left open. The girl grinned as she pulled on her own jeans, thankful that the trend of guys wearing girls' jeans had made it to Univille. At least she would be comfortable standing in line.
The redhead pinned her hair up, tugging a knit beanie down over it. There was one more item she needed... Claudia cleared out the desk drawer, lifting up the false bottom for the ids she'd used to have fun under her foster mother's thumb. The South Dakota driver's license had cost her, but it would allow “Joshua Donovan” to go drinking with Pete tonight.
She made her way down the stairs of Leena's B&B, sprawling out on the couch to wait for the Pete and Myka. The Secret Service agents did a double take when they entered the room. “Uhh, are you waiting for-” Claudia jumped up, smirking at Pete's comical expression.
“Just waiting for you guys! Ready to get your drink on?” The man surveyed her outfit and shook his head.
“I'm going to ignore the age thing, 'cause I'm sure you have that covered.” he muttered, leading the way to the black SUV. Claudia grinned widely and followed Myka out the door.
The drive to Featherhead was quick enough, Claudia listening to the latest adventure in the artifact-finding business that had involved Pete in an auto shop for the tires from James Dean's car. The trio made their way to the line for a nightclub, Claudia keeping a tally of every whistle and catcall that Myka's outfit drew. The woman groaned at the truly terrible pick-up line the guy standing behind them used. The follow up from he guy with way too much product in his hair earned an unseen eyeroll as Pete snickered. Myka leveled a glare at them, then jerked forward. She whirled around.
“No, don't even start. If you even think about talking to me again in an attempt to get somewhere with me, I promise you won't like it.” Myka snarled. “And if your hands come anywhere near me, I will have you arrested for assault.” She smiled sweetly at him as Claudia doubled over in laughter.
It was easier as a boy.
Re: Fill: A Matter of Perception, Warehouse 13, PG
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Date: 2010-09-16 02:59 pm (UTC)Part 1
Date: 2010-10-30 11:16 am (UTC)This change happened before its subject was even really alive. One cell was faster, better, and an x chromosome made it rather than a y.
Edwina was a middle child, always somewhat ignored and much the worse for it, selfish and contrary. She had none of Susan's beauty or Lucy's faith and was merely an in between, a stepping stone to someone else.
Even in Narnia with a crown upon her brow and a throne as her seat, she was still just the second of Peter's three Sister-Queens, Just to Susan's Gentle and Lucy's Valiant.
But while Susan was radiant and Lucy was bright and gay and between them they drew the dynasties from everywhere the golden sun touched, Edwina was always better at changing. It had first been her that took on the formal speech of Narnia, who felt the mantle of royalty settle upon her shoulders and bore it with the correct dignity. It would be this, shall we say flexibility, that would see her finally stand one step higher than her sisters, would see her crowned High Queen of Narnia.
Now, Narnia is not as our world, or it may be said it is much like our world, though in ancient times and royal lines. The people could not see one who would be worthy of a Son of Adam, their king and Aslan's chosen, it was also why Susan, as fair as she may have been and equally sought after, would never marry any of these far off kings with their promises and dowries. They told the suitors, the people, that she did not wish to leave the fair land of Narnia and her beloved sisters and brother, but behind that, in the world of shadows and knives, Susan would never marry because there was no one of Adam's blood to be found for her.
But Peter, Peter could not so easily be relegated to a life without mate, because he at least must breed an heir. Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve did not live eternal and there must be those to come after, because Narnia was born in the eyes of the Sons and Daughters and thus must it be ruled.
Edwina never thinks of the fact that they started with Susan, began to judge the ways her ideas had changed, her level of flexibility. They did not need to judge Peter, while Edwina may have been the first to take to the ways of Narnia, it was Peter who embodied them, took them into every part of himself until they flushed away every memory and belief England had placed in him. Susan however failed, Edwina does not believe she ever knew what they were doing, many years under hostile hands had instilled impressive subtly in the creatures of Narnia, but something of England lingered in Susan and she would never be what they needed.
Edwina watched them watch her, and while she never spoke a word, and no question was ever asked, her answer was clear.
No one ever did something so crass as raise the topic with Peter, but truthfully they had no need to, Peter saw the same people they did, heard the same whispers and understood the meaning when the considering eyes stopped on Edwina.
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Date: 2010-09-16 03:09 pm (UTC)Inception, Dom/Arthur, Dom has always been a woman
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Date: 2010-09-16 03:38 pm (UTC)Bouncing Bundle of F@*!ing Trouble - Torchwood, Owen/Ianto, PG-13
Date: 2010-09-17 01:59 am (UTC)"Uh... You're the doctor, but I'm pretty sure this says you can," says Jack, not helping.
Owen gives him a hand gesture that is similarly unhelpful- but amusing, as the novelty of Owen's pale, slender hands and delicate wrists hasn't yet worn off.
"Well, I- I'll have to get rid of it then," Owen says. Owen, female, huffs when she's angry. Which only adds to the cuteness they are all afraid to tell Owen came with his new gender. There's a waif-like quality about Owen like this - the boyish haircut, the wide blue eyes, the sharp features - which had lent Owen-as-a-man a sense of danger and severity, but - somehow - emphasizes Owen-as-a-girl's petite, willowy frame.
Owen scowls at the pregnancy test. "That's all there is to it."
Ianto disagrees. "Now hold on," he says, standing a little straighter near the door (where he's been watching Owen's rampage from a safe distance.) "Don't I get a say in this?"
There are raised brows from all around - as if no one expected that Ianto might actually want his own child. Granted, he wasn't expecting to have one with Owen. And not biologically, obviously. But in Ianto's mind that changes nothing.
Owen doesn't raise his- her brow. She glares at Ianto. "I think you've done quite enough, thank you," Owen says.
Ianto turns red. That is extraordinarily unfair. Like he could have known that Owen was going to be shot with some sort of strange, alien ray gun only hours after their quickie. Like he could have planned on there being an alien ray gun capable of switching a person's gender.
"It's Ianto's baby, too, Owen. You can't just go and make all of the decisions for it yourself," Gwen says, smiling at Ianto as if she meant to help.
Owen's eyes narrow. "Oh, can't I?" she asks. "This is my body, little as it looks it. I say it's my decision. I've had e-bloody-nough of other people deciding what happens to my body!"
She has a point. The day after an alien gender-swap laser takes away your genitals (and Owen had been rather fond of having his manly parts) is not the best time to find out that you - a virile young man - have become a pregnant woman.
Not that there is a best time for such a thing.
"I don't think you should decide anything until you've had a little time to adjust to what's happened," Jack cautions.
"Jack. I have a goddamned f-". Gwen and Tosh make little, angry sounds of protest. Owen sends them dirty looks, askance, but censors himself for their benefit. "I. Have. A. Vagina. That's not something I'm going to "adjust to."
Ianto probably asks for it when he says, "Tell me about it" immediately afterward. Still, he can't help feeling peeved that Owen makes him sleep on the couch that night.
He was rather looking forward to their nightly cuddle. Ianto wants to know what the experience is like plus Owen's new breasts.
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Date: 2010-09-16 03:44 pm (UTC)we come to be.
Date: 2010-10-24 11:17 am (UTC)"Billi, good spell casting," Eli said, and Billi smiled sheepishly before leaning into Dora's touch. Normally, Eli would call them out on PDA, but today, she decided to let it go. They were what they were, it didn't detract from their superheroing, and it worked for them. After a few minutes of to and fro, the conversation animated, as it normally was at this point in time as they critiqued each other's moves and shortcomings.
"Tommi, it won't hurt if you just stop flirting with everyone. Seriously. Desperation isn't sexy."
Tommi gave Christian her patented blank stare, hair and eyebrows silver in the light, her eyes a guileless green. However, Christian only shrugged it off, too accustomed to Tommi's manner to care.
"Any other concerns?" Eli only sighed as the air fluttered and tugged around them; in a blink,Tommi now back at the table armed with OPI nail polish. Her hands splayed across its surface, applying polish to her nails, in a colour reminiscent of algae which grew at the side of ponds.
Kyle, with a nonchalance that Eli could only admire, reached over, gently held Tommi's wrist and brought her hand close to his face, tilting and froing it under the lights for a closer look. "This colour shouldn't exist in nature."
Tommi sent Kyle a look from lowered lashes, her voice a purr. "It's this season's colour," she splayed her fingers against the surface of the table, long and delicate. "Admit it, you like."
Kyle, all easy grin, and warm blue eyes, topped by the confidence of his Dad owning half of New York, played up the charm. "I might."
The rest of the work is here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/128800).
It came out weird. You've been warned.
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