Tuesday, Crack Fic
Apr. 5th, 2011 06:31 amGreetings all, Today is tuesday and due to the muck up with LJ I'm not even sure this will post, but I will give it a go. Hopefully all that mess will be straightened out soon and we can return to our regularly scheduled hosting.
In the meantime, today's theme, to cheer us all up, is Crack. Yep. Crack. Crazy, silly, weird, off the wall, unusual, anything goes crack. Superheros to genderswap. Unlikely scenarios taken to the extreme. Mpreg. Funny costumes. Unicorns and glitter. Go crazy.
Please remember the rules and play nicely.
Prompt properly to keep our code monkeys happy.
Example:
Supernatural, Sam/Dean/Castiel, fairy dust
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, "is that a....unicorn?"
Hawaii 5-0, Danny/Steve, why am I the girl?
Have fun.
In the meantime, today's theme, to cheer us all up, is Crack. Yep. Crack. Crazy, silly, weird, off the wall, unusual, anything goes crack. Superheros to genderswap. Unlikely scenarios taken to the extreme. Mpreg. Funny costumes. Unicorns and glitter. Go crazy.
Please remember the rules and play nicely.
Prompt properly to keep our code monkeys happy.
Example:
Supernatural, Sam/Dean/Castiel, fairy dust
Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, "is that a....unicorn?"
Hawaii 5-0, Danny/Steve, why am I the girl?
Have fun.
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Date: 2011-04-05 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-05 01:34 pm (UTC)FILLED: Unicorn
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Date: 2011-04-05 02:32 pm (UTC)"Why am I the girl, again?" Steve said, managing to avoid to sound whiny much to Danny's annoyance. He adjusted the comfortable tightness of his tie before answering.
"Because you lost the bet"
"I still say you cheated."
"Come back when you can prove it."
"Oh I will. Give me a hand here?"
Danny turned from the mirror toward his partner and his breath caught in his throat. The only part out of place in Steve's outfit was the fact that the dress was unzipped in the back. Besides that he looked way more feminine than Danny had ever thought possible, what with the muscles and the tattos and general bad-assery. Steve tossed his dark long hair over one shoulder as he turned to look at Danny over his shoulder expectantly.
"Well?"
"Yes, of course."
"I take it I look convincing then?"
"How so?" Danny asked.
"Well, considering you looked like you wanted to eat me just there..."
"Maybe I'm just hungry?"
Steve stepped back, brushing up against the erection Danny had desperately tried to ignore.
"Nope, I say it's me." Zipper done up Steve stepped into his high-heeled shoes and sashayed towards the door.
And Danny wondered who'd really been the loser in this bet.
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Date: 2011-04-05 01:38 pm (UTC)Fairy Wings
Date: 2012-01-18 04:56 am (UTC)When the wings finally make their appearance, Sam understands why. They are barely two feet in length and bright, sparkly pink.
Upon seeing them, Sam’s expression goes from shock to humor. He laughs loud and doesn’t stop until well after Gabriel’s cheeks have turned fire engine red.
“Can you actually fly with those?” the hunter questions.
Gabriel is small, but not enough for those wings to be functional. They definitely aren’t wings Sam would believe befit and archangel of the Lord.
The wings do work; a fact Gabriel proves when Sam finds himself five feet to the left and on his back in the middle
of his bed.
The wings beat ceaselessly while Gabriel sits atop Sam.
The hunter thinks the appendages are weird, but with the archangel’s tongue in his mouth, he is too busy to care about anything else in that moment.
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Date: 2011-04-05 02:09 pm (UTC)No fill but...
Date: 2011-04-05 03:00 pm (UTC)I think I love you a tiny bit.
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Date: 2011-04-05 02:10 pm (UTC)(Hope this makes sense. It's been an idea I've been playing with for a while now but never got time to write. Looking forward to seeing if anyone more talented than me can give this a go! :D)
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Date: 2011-04-05 05:32 pm (UTC)Tesla in stockings and basque, Henry and Kate as Brad and Janet, Helen and Druitt as Magenta and Riff Raff, Biggie on a bike as Eddie...
Good God! the mental pictures!!!
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Date: 2011-04-05 02:18 pm (UTC)pt 1 - half the crew is de-aged
Date: 2011-04-29 02:26 am (UTC)Kaylee took to mothering all four of them who got de-aged, and spoiled them rotten of course. Book told them stories in funny voices, and was helpful too. Mal tried to yell at them good when they needed it, but for some reason, they just giggled when he tried to be stern with them.
Wash liked to sit in the pilot chair on top of a stack of boxes to reach the wheel, pretending to be flying the spaceship; he also liked playing with toys a lot. So that was the same, pretty much. The strange thing was, he wanted constant attention... from Mal. He followed Mal around, insisting that they play with his dinosaur toys and that Mal tell him stories and asking Mal question after question. "Why is space so big? What's bigger, space or dinosaurs? How do you know all of space isn't just the mouth of one giant dinosaur? Who would win in a fight, you or a dinosaur? Would the dinosaur spit you out if you tasted funny? How come you won't let me fly the spaceship? When I'm seven, can I fly the spaceship? Why not? Hey, why don't you make a spaceship out of candy? Can I try on a spacesuit? Why are loud things called loud? Shouldn't loud things be called "Boom"?" and on and on and on. Once, Mal even tried to explain to Wash that when they were bigger they might not even like each other that much, but Wash started to cry, Mal gave him a hug and said he was just kidding.
But for all Wash's energy and constant talking, at least he was well-behaved. The others weren't nearly so sweet. Zoe was quiet and reserved, and spent all day with a pile of picture books, reading them again and again. She wasn't interested in talking to Mal at all; when Mal tried to joke around with her, or offered her an airplane ride, she was so shy that she didn't even speak, just smiled and hid her face in her sweater and shook her head no. She would sometimes talk to Simon, Mal noticed, only a bit annoyed, but he figured it was just because Simon bought her more books every time they went to a new planet looking for word of a cure of de-aging. Zoe followed him around the clinic sometimes, and Simon didn't have any idea how you're supposed to talk to kids, and he kept telling Zoe boring little details about how the circulatory system works or about important periods in the history of neo-classical watercolor paintings, but for some reason, Zoe seemed to like nothing better than learning and reading, so Mal tried not be annoyed that his First Officer didn't have any use for him. Of course, he wasn't too happy when he tried to pry a book out of Zoe's hand to make her go to bed (it was two hours past bedtime!). Zoe still didn't say anything to him, just kicked him in the knee. Hard. Landing on the ground, he yelled at her, threatening to look up the old court martial rules, as she grabbed her book and ran away.
But at least she was quiet. Inara, on the other hand....
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Date: 2011-04-05 02:18 pm (UTC)no fic, but...
Date: 2011-04-07 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-05 02:21 pm (UTC)Sparkles?
Date: 2011-11-19 04:53 pm (UTC)It’s not until their in some random field, fresh blood still dripping from the machete onto the recently bloomed lilacs that Dean sees them in the light of day.
He must be seeing things because Castiel’s wings can’t really look like that.
“Dude, are your wings sparkling?”
Castiel looks over his shoulder as if he’s never noticed the giant appendages before. “Oh. Yes, that does happen.”
“I would get stuck with the Edward Cullen of angels,” Dean bemoans.
“I do not understand that reference.”
“Of course you don’t.”
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Date: 2011-04-05 03:19 pm (UTC)Filled.
Date: 2011-04-05 10:46 pm (UTC)God the Father took Michael's tears and transformed them into creatures of Joy and Love. He blessed them and set their purpose.
He gave Gabriel dominion over them and left them to find their way.
When Gabriel left they returned to their beggining, huddling in a fearful pile around Micheal.
Micheal was soothed by their presence and kept them close until it was discovered that love was dying out on earth. He sent them out once more, reminding them of their purpose and assuring them of his love for them.
Many years later, Micheal stands watching his youngest brother slide into sin and a single tear falls.
He catches it on instinct and finds himself holding a baby cherubim.
"You shall be called Castiel." He says, feeling their Father manifesting around this new one. "You will save or destroy us all."
He calls one of the cherubim and hands the little one over to get it's initial education. He will train it in battle himself when the child reaches it's full growth.
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