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Please do remember the rules though:
- No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
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If there's nothing catching your eye, you can check out our lonely prompts - just remember that the contest should be starting tomorrow morning.
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Date: 2010-10-17 05:05 pm (UTC)Fill: Fragile Human
Date: 2010-10-17 07:30 pm (UTC)It's shocking when he comes back to life and he's......well, he's human. No Grace, no wings, no nothing that comes with being an Archangel. Not even any of his Trickster powers remain. He knows why he was brought back, but made into a human. Father's punishment for him pretending to be a Pagan for so long.
He runs into Sam, Dean, and Castiel eventually in some random town in the middle of who-knows-where. They're surprised, Castiel the most. Little brother got his Grace restored, upgraded too, and is the new Sheriff in Heaven. Gabriel figured that would happen. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
It's funny, he spent the majority of his life running from Heaven and now all he wants to do is go back. He doesn't have that choice anymore. Humans don't go to Heaven unless they die and he's not looking to do that a second time. He'll just have to wait and hope that someone sees fit to return him to his former glory.
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Date: 2010-10-17 06:40 pm (UTC)Fierce People (film), Liz, she would've killed Bryce
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Date: 2010-10-17 06:41 pm (UTC)Fierce People (film), author's choice, Liz was actually one of Ogden's daughters or Finn was actually his son
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Date: 2010-10-17 06:42 pm (UTC)Fierce People (film), Bryce/Finn, Finn never went up in the balloon
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Date: 2010-11-21 09:24 pm (UTC)“Abed! Where are you? I can’t see you!”
Abed couldn’t see Troy either; it had been the sound of the hyperventilating football player that had led him this far, but he couldn’t seem to key into the exact location.
“Abed, you gotta get me outta here! I’ve been here for hours, I missed two classes, and my socks are full of corn husks.”
“I’m coming. Just keep talking.”
“Who makes a maze out of corn, anyways?! What reason is there for a corn maze?!”
“I think it’s supposed to be fun. Or the set for a horror movie. I never was a big fan of Shyamalan, though.”
“Fun? Do you think rats in mazes are having fun? No, I- oh. Oh! What if there are rats in here?! My socks are full of corn husks, they’ll think I’m food! Abed, hurry up!”
Troy’s ramblings were interrupted by the loudspeaker crackling to life, echoing over the maze.
“Attention students, quick announcement. Just a general warning, please try to avoid the crows out in the courtyard. They seem to have become territorial of the maze, and we don’t need any more pecking incidents. Please people, don’t try to be heroes, and remember to cover your eyes. Thank you.”
“…I’m going to die out here, aren’t I? Be straight with me, Abed, the rats are gonna get me, if the crows don’t first.”
Troy sat and curled up on the corn-covered concrete, ready to accept his fate.
“It couldn’t even have been wheat. Then maybe they could have harvested my body, and I could have been part of a donut.”
This was getting serious, if Troy was already contemplating his pastry-based demise. It was time for Abed to abandon the rules of the corn maze and get to his friend.
Troy heard stomping and rustling, coming closer to him. It was probably a whole army of rats. He covered his head, peeking out to see the emerging form of-
“Abed!”
“The walls are only about a foot thick. You can push through them.”
Troy was too busy throwing himself at Abed to listen.
“You found me! Thank you, thank you!”
Abed stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into the hug.
“I will never leave you. That’s a promise.”
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