Thursday - Daily Prompt
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sagaluthien, and am your guest host for this week. It will be great to do it again.
The time goes to fast and it is my last day of this time I hosting and as the last theme will be to use a prompt from the community I’m hosting Daily prompt -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
prompt_of_day.
Any fandom, character is welcome and you choose any of the posted prompts which you preferable have linked to. There is over 1400 posted prompts so hopefully you can choose one that not been chosen before.
When you reply, and if you have time it would be great if you could reply to the prompt in the Daily prompt community as well. It’s okay as a comment.
Lets see what got you inspired.
Please don’t forget to remember following the rules!
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts from a fandom
+ No spoilers until a week after publication/air-date
+ If your prompt is filled then feel free to leave another.
Please use the following format to make things easier for our codemonkeys (second set is for crossovers):
SPN RPS, Jared/Jensen, Almost (# 2)
POTC, Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, Kiss (# 6)
LOTR/NCIS, Legolas/Abby, I Don’t Believe this! (# 11)
SPN/Dark-Hunter, Sam/any werehunter, Feline (# 23)
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sagaluthien, and am your guest host for this week. It will be great to do it again.The time goes to fast and it is my last day of this time I hosting and as the last theme will be to use a prompt from the community I’m hosting Daily prompt -
prompt_of_day. Any fandom, character is welcome and you choose any of the posted prompts which you preferable have linked to. There is over 1400 posted prompts so hopefully you can choose one that not been chosen before.
When you reply, and if you have time it would be great if you could reply to the prompt in the Daily prompt community as well. It’s okay as a comment.
Lets see what got you inspired.
Please don’t forget to remember following the rules!
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts from a fandom
+ No spoilers until a week after publication/air-date
+ If your prompt is filled then feel free to leave another.
Please use the following format to make things easier for our codemonkeys (second set is for crossovers):
SPN RPS, Jared/Jensen, Almost (# 2)
POTC, Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, Kiss (# 6)
LOTR/NCIS, Legolas/Abby, I Don’t Believe this! (# 11)
SPN/Dark-Hunter, Sam/any werehunter, Feline (# 23)
(Tag=promptofday)
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:13 am (UTC)LOTR/NCIS, Legolas/Abby, I Don’t Believe this! (# 11) (”http://community.livejournal.com/prompt_of_day/3760.html”)
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-31 05:14 am (UTC)A Break
Date: 2011-03-31 06:41 pm (UTC)---
Bobby had taken a bottle of wiskey and put on the table, as Rufus had fixed two glasses.
They now sat down with half full glasses and just staired infront of them. Not saying a word. Just letting the hand move to get another drink.
Moments of these seemed to be rarley, so both cherrish them. They so thought they had earned a break, need a longer vaccation, but both Rufus and Bobby know they never would, as there always would be something to track and hunt.
They looked at each other, raised the glass and silently cheered, knowing tomorrow they would be out there again.
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:19 am (UTC)One step closer to exposure
Date: 2011-03-31 06:55 pm (UTC)---
(Dean/Sam)
Dean had looked like sleeping when Sam went out, but as his brother was sitting up when he came back it just showed he been wrong.
It took awhile before Sam noticed and when Dean had started talking, he jumped.
"Where have you been? I was waiting for you."
It took a moment before Sam could say anything. He felt ashamed that he had sneaked out, but he had too. He had been scared that Dean would have noticed his shaking. Sam had to get his fix to keep his secret as a secret no matter how much he actually loved Dean. He know that as longer as he kept going it would be closer to the day Dean would learn about it. Sam tried to presuade himself he could take it then, just not now.
"I needed just some air. Let me undress and I'm with you." Sam finally said and after done it he was at his brothers side.
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-31 11:04 pm (UTC)Squish, goes the thing in your mouth, and it's bloody and tasteless and torn apart by your teeth. There's someone in your paws but you can't tell if they're alive or dead, human or Hork-Bajir. It's a Controller and that's all that matters.
Crack, goes the Controller's spine in your grip and they go limp, dead, very dead, and you toss them to the Taxxons because you've already forgotten.
Squelch, goes the Taxxon you have in your paws now, claws tearing through the soft flesh, and you can understand them now because there's blood on your paws and on your tongue and in your ears and eyes and nose and you want more.
< Rachel, > says the hawk above you, and you wake up, and it's over.
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:21 am (UTC)Not a fill but-
Date: 2011-03-31 10:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-31 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-31 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-01 05:51 pm (UTC)"You smell like beer," Castiel says, and he means to make it sound like a complaint rather than an observation, but Castiel's never been really good at subtlety in tones of voice, and he doesn't know if it's working.
Maybe not so much, because Dean's now breathing directly onto this one spot on Castiel's neck that makes his skin erupt in gooseflesh. He twitches and shudders, his lips widening in a hard-to-suppress smile. "That feels..." he mutters before he can help himself.
All he wants now is for Dean's mouth to seal over that sensitive spot on his neck, to feel the flicker of a hot, smooth tongue against the prickling skin. He's trying to will it to happen, trying to hold it together until Dean eases the ache that starts in his neck and spreads through his whole body. "You're...under the influence," he says, stupidly, and wonders which one of them he's talking about.
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-31 07:15 am (UTC)Amid the waste of war and politics, Uncas acted out of duty and sometimes for survival. But then he has Alice, and he remembers: a fighter fights not because one side is less despicable than the other, or because his pride could not stand to sit quietly while others did battle.
A fighter fights for something.
A fighter fights for what he loves.
She brings Uncas back to himself, brings the fight back to his heart, pumping red and bright and heated. She is the guardian of his heart, and its protector.
He treats her accordingly.
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From:no subject
Date: 2011-03-31 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-31 10:54 pm (UTC)It doesn't matter if the world can't see the sacrifices you've made. The scars are cut into your hearts, not your skin, and they aren't visible but always there. Like blood seeping out of unseen wounds and you're dying, slowly, slowly.
You stand naked before each other even when dressed, because you each know the other's scars, you each know every cut and slash seared into your hearts and you sew each other up just enough to keep yourselves from bleeding out. You open yourselves up and bare the scars because to stand alone with this pain is to drive yourself mad and to stand together is just enough to keep you fighting. Just a little longer, just until someone saves you, and you're dying, slowly, slowly, a little more each day.
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-03-31 08:12 am (UTC)we are allowed no more than five at a time.
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Date: 2011-03-31 05:28 am (UTC)The one promise i cannot keep (where Cas becomes human for Dean)
Date: 2011-03-31 07:36 am (UTC)So there are never any conversations, and Cas just falls into their routine, hunting with Dean and Sam and staying in motor inns, trying to figure out his new fragile human-ness in the least pleasant way possible, by being just like the Winchesters. At night, he is exhausted, no matter how little they did that day, and he falls into the bed he shares with Dean without need for preliminaries or privacy; he is too tired at the end of the day for anything other than whiskey and sleep.
In the mornings, he wakes up to warmth and weight, Dean's larger body pressed close to him, the scent of both their sweat on the polyester sheets, and Cas feels it, waiting to see if this feeling means something or is just another things that his body can't help but notice, like the smell of manure on a farm or the sound of crickets in the morning. He shifts and Dean, barely waking, pulls him even closer, and Cas wants it even as it makes him want to run far away.
Once, before Sam wakes, when the sun had outlined the orange motel curtain with pink morning light, Dean wakes to Cas staring at him, with that puzzled look he's always had.
"I know it's hard," Dean says, cringing at how small a consolation his words must be. He has also sacrificed for love, and he knows that it isn't nearly as romantic as it sounds.
"It was my choice," Cas says.
Dean should nod and let it go, let Cas deal with it, the good and the bad. He knows it. But he is barely awake and more scared than he would like to admit, and so he can't help himself. He presses his face into Cas' slender neck, kisses the delicate skin, and whispers, "Don't regret it. Promise me you'll never regret it."
Cas responds with a caress, a hand along Dean's jaw, a thumb's light press on Dean's lower lip. It is gentle, and meant as reassurance. But Dean notices anyway that it's not really an answer.
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