Monday: Pranks!
Jun. 6th, 2011 02:53 amGood morning! I am
zekkass and I will be your guest-host for this week.
Our first prompt will be Pranks of all sorts, from the simple gags to the more complex ones. I'm certain we can have fun with it. :)
Here's your reminder about the rules:
> Post no more than five prompts in a row, and don't post more than three prompts for a single fandom. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you can then prompt again.
> There's to be no spoilers in prompts until a week from air/publication dates.
> If your fill contains spoilers, then please label it clearly and leave enough spaces for people to scroll on by.
Finally, please format your prompts like so, for our beloved code monkeys.
Examples:
> Supernatural, Gabriel/Crowley, salt in the lubricant
> .hack//sign, Sora +/ Silver Knight, "You have no sense of humor!"
Please enjoy yourselves, and please do have a look at the lonely prompts at the Delicious archive as well. :)
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Our first prompt will be Pranks of all sorts, from the simple gags to the more complex ones. I'm certain we can have fun with it. :)
Here's your reminder about the rules:
> Post no more than five prompts in a row, and don't post more than three prompts for a single fandom. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you can then prompt again.
> There's to be no spoilers in prompts until a week from air/publication dates.
> If your fill contains spoilers, then please label it clearly and leave enough spaces for people to scroll on by.
Finally, please format your prompts like so, for our beloved code monkeys.
Examples:
> Supernatural, Gabriel/Crowley, salt in the lubricant
> .hack//sign, Sora +/ Silver Knight, "You have no sense of humor!"
Please enjoy yourselves, and please do have a look at the lonely prompts at the Delicious archive as well. :)
(tag=theme!Pranks)
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Date: 2011-06-06 07:38 am (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-06-09 09:34 pm (UTC)The look of panic that had followed was decidedly not what Eames had been going for. A laugh, a dirty look, a roll of the eyes; those were what he was expecting.
It wasn't until Arthur started frantically rolling his die that it hit Eames.
How could he have forgotten Mal?
Arthur, being so close to her and so self possessed, would have worried about the same thing happening to him. Losing track of realities, and in direct correlation his sanity, was the sort of thing he'd have nightmares about.
Arthur picked up his die, readying to roll it again and Eames stepped up to place his hand over Arthur's.
"I'm sorry." Eames purposely left the teasing endearment off to show how serious he was about this. "It was supposed to be a joke. I didn't think you'd react like this."
As Eames spoke the panic faded from Arthur's face, replaced by quiet fury.
"Mr. Eames, the next time you feel the need to prank someone, kindly leave me out of it." Arthur said, voice low and strained.
Then Arthur stood and walked away, tension tightening every muscle in his body.
Eames sighed.
Arthur was going to be in pain by the time they went to bed but Eames seriously doubted that Arthur would let him massage the stress away.
At least not without some serious groveling.
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Date: 2011-06-06 08:50 am (UTC)Filled: One For The Money, Two For The Show
Date: 2011-06-06 02:44 pm (UTC)“Well,” Michael sighs. “That could have worked out better.”
Lucifer glares. “You could have let up the game and gotten us out of there when we were, you know, plummeting into hell.”
Michael glares back. “Well you could have let me know your vessel was planning to take a swan dive because you didn’t let him in on the whole thing when you were using his body.”
“I did! He though it was just a lie, and took the plunge anyway.” Lucifer scowls. “He still is angry about it all, though. Nattering on in here about how faking the apocalypse isn’t funny and all that. You should hear him.”
“Oh,” Michael groans. “Please don’t. I’ve had enough pompousness from everybody upstairs. And I was so looking forward to their faces when they realized they’d been had…” He sighs again.
Lucifer idly picks at his nails in the silence.
“Ideas for next time?”
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Date: 2011-06-06 08:58 am (UTC)Fill, Good Omens, "Sparkles"
Date: 2011-06-07 01:59 am (UTC)Crowley lifted the topmost volume and examined the minimalistic design of the dust jacket. After a cursory flip through the pages he broke into a broad grin. "Well bless it! I never thought it'd go that far!"
"How could you do something so horrible, Crowley! Hundreds of thousands of impressionable youth are reading this mass of grammatically incorrect, typo-ridden drivel about a girl falling in love with a stalker who just happens to be a vampire that sparkles in sunlight. Sparkles!"
Crowley had a very satisfied look on his face. The kind of look most people reserve for the morning after a long night of physical frivolities.
"Really, angel, I only wanted the vampire to be sparkly. The rest of it is shoddy, greed-driven American craftsmanship at it's finest."
Aziraphale huffed, moved the books from the table to a nearby chair and decided to forget it and enjoy his tea. They were books after all, and Aziraphale simply could not bring himself to simply dump them in the bin where they belonged.
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