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Monday is a dark and dreary day, no matter what the weather where you are, so today's theme is DARKNESS.
I don't mind if that's real darkness (the lights have gone out!) or emotional darkness (Monday is my sad day). Feel free to stretch the theme in which ever direction you think suits it best.
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Fandom, character or pairing, prompt
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Fandom/Fandom, Character or pairing, prompt
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Leverage, Sophie, Dragged under from time to time
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tag = dark
Monday is a dark and dreary day, no matter what the weather where you are, so today's theme is DARKNESS.
I don't mind if that's real darkness (the lights have gone out!) or emotional darkness (Monday is my sad day). Feel free to stretch the theme in which ever direction you think suits it best.
Don't forget the rules of the community:
- No more than one prompt in each post, three prompts per fandom or five prompts in total. If one of your prompts gets filled then you may post another.
- No prompts containing spoilers until at least one week has passed since it aired/was released. If your fill contains a spoiler, please label it clearly with the fandom/show/season and leave enough space for people to avoid reading it.
- Feed free to fill a prompts even if it has already been filled. More fic is always good to see!
Please please remember your hard working codemonkeys - without them we wouldn't have our fantastic prompt archive on delicious. To keep them relatively sane, format prompts as follows:
Fandom, character or pairing, prompt
or for a crossover
Fandom/Fandom, Character or pairing, prompt
For example:
Leverage, Sophie, Dragged under from time to time
Angel/Leverage, Angel/Lindsey!Eliot, He's still cowering in the dark
tag = dark
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From:Filled: Light Switch
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Date: 2011-07-11 06:19 am (UTC)none see God and live - pre-Arthur/Eames, AUish
Date: 2011-07-12 12:55 am (UTC)Arthur as a child was nothing like what his peers would expect. Arthur as a child was angry, bitter, and dangerous, to everyone and everything around him.
Arthur as a child liked dogs. And cats. People, he couldn't stand. Other children shied away from him because they could tell. Adults ignored him when they could, and punished him when they couldn't.
Arthur was disorganized, never hid what he thought, and attacked even when he had no escape plan. It wasn't until the army - which he'd been forced to join, either that or prison - that he learned self-control. Even now, that is tenuous.
(There are days, here and there, where no one can say where he was. The corpses know, but they'll never be found.)
Dreamshare is the best thing to ever happen to Arthur. He can kill and kill and kill again with no consequences. Projections bleed, and they cry, and they suffer, and they die – with no consequences. No one cares about projections. No one notices when they die. He’s killed a thousand people in dreams.
Arthur as a child couldn’t have imagined anything better. Arthur as a man knows that nothing equals killing in reality, but in the dream is good, too. Killing in the dream keeps him sated for awhile – until those days nobody can track. (Those days with no body anyone will ever find.)
After he follows Dom out of the legit dreamshare community and into the realm of rogues, life gets more exciting. Arthur can kill for reasons other people see, other people understand, other people accept. Some of the fun is lost, but mostly, Arthur doesn’t care because he can kill.
Arthur as a child was dangerous. Arthur as a child was a monster in the making, and if he hadn’t been sent to the army… well. He can’t say he would have killed more people. Probably less, actually. The army sharpened his edges, taught him such tricks. Made him even more dangerous.
Dom doesn’t know. Doesn’t want to know. Mal, though. Mal used to smile at him. Her projection wore the same smile, every time she killed him.
Eames has been giving him looks, lately. Inquisitive. Studying him, in dreams and awake. Since the Fischer job, actually. Without Dom to follow, Arthur’s been making (more of) a name for himself, as the go-to point man. He’s thought about opening that up to killer-for-hire, but that might reveal too many of his tricks. Plus, he still gets to kill, even as a point man. No job is perfect.
(Arthur’s favorite dream, the one he goes to when he dreams alone, is a small town. There are five hundred people there. He has ten minutes to kill as many as possible.
His record, so far, is 335.)
Arthur as a child had little hope in seeing twenty-five. Arthur as a man is thirty-two and planning to see many more years.
Arthur as a man vanishes the day his latest job as Eames’ point man is done, but leaves a trail Eames alone can follow.
Eames might be the perfect partner, or the perfect victim. It all depends on his reaction to what he finds at the end of the trail.
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Date: 2011-07-11 06:22 am (UTC)Exchange the sunshine
For brown eyes and dark skies
Exchange this dull life
With you
- "Screenwriting an Apology" Hawthorne Heights
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Date: 2011-07-11 06:22 am (UTC)Spoilers for 3x4 "Trail of Blood"
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Date: 2011-07-11 07:40 am (UTC)Fill: "Status Quo" [G]
Date: 2019-09-22 06:38 am (UTC)Author: Ami Ven
Prompt:
Word Count: 236
Rating: G
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing(s): Zoe Washburne/Wash Washburne
Setting: tag to “War Stories”
Summary: “Lambykins, I’m fine. I promise.”
Link(s): on LJ (https://ami-ven.livejournal.com/923838.html) & on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20730698)
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Date: 2011-07-11 07:41 am (UTC)Filled (slight x-over with Star Trek.)
Date: 2011-07-12 04:06 am (UTC)He was born a thousand years before the Saxons discovered the Celts and in that time he's seen the same cycle repeated over and over.
Greed, hate, fear, love, loss, war, peace, charity, sacrafice, murder and despair.
Sometimes he wonders if it's worth it to protect his immortal children. To find them and train them. To send them out to bleed and fight and die when no one will thank them or mourn their passing.
No one but him will remember their names in a hundred years.
"It's a whole new world out there! Space exploration and aliens and an internal peacekeeping armada!" It's good to see Duncan so excited about anything but Methos still feels the need to caution him.
"The world doesn't change. Not really." He says.
He's seen world peace before: it never lasts.
Re: Filled (slight x-over with Star Trek.)
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Date: 2011-07-11 07:44 am (UTC)Blood and blisters
On my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper
I go mental
I'll try to be gentle
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Date: 2011-07-11 07:53 am (UTC)Filled (new at this - tell me if I get it wrong!)
Date: 2011-07-13 09:50 pm (UTC)"I'm trying. Hold on, the key is fiddly and... There. Got it."
The Doctor flung the door open and Amy and Rory piled in too. He slammed it behind them to keep out the Swamp-Monster of the Khalli Desert (long story, swamp-monster, desert etc. Amy did not understand any of it).
The Doctor yelled, "Don't close the door," a second too late.
There are different kinds of darkness. There is the half-light kind that exists in movies and the gloaming of midnight sun in Inverness. In the middle of winter it is a deeper darkness, but still possible to see shapes in the shadows and know that if you wait a moment your eyes will adjust.
Then there is real darkness. Not just the absence of light, but the kind that seems to fill the air. Even sounds are different. Imagine a cave in a storm, or the depths of the ocean.
Or this. The TARDIS without lights.
Amy swallowed her first instinct for panic by grabbing whatever was underneath her. It turned out to be Rory's face.
"Oh, not good. So, very, very not good," the Doctor said.
"Did you forget to pay the electric?" Rory mumbled under Amy's hand, in a weak attempt at humour.
"The TARDIS doesn't have electric. She runs on the power of the time vortex, which is complicated, and not billed. It is impossible not to pay the electric and even if it was, and I hadn't, it wouldn't... You were joking weren't you."
"Yeah. Sort of. Sorry."
There was the sound of the sonic screwdriver.
"Umm, Doctor. Shouldn't it light up?"
"Yes, Rory. Good observation. Of course it should light up. Which means this is not just a power cut, but another, altogether odder reason..."
He paused.
"And by odder, of course I mean, dangerous."
Amy could feel Rory's sigh.
It was surprisingly difficult to get from the tangle of bodies to the central console. Someone stepped on Amy; she suspected the Doctor, but he would not admit it. Then she stubbed her foot on the stair and Rory knocked something over that the Doctor said was very important, but was probably the hat stand. All the time she prepared herself for something to brush against her, or, in true horror movie style, begin breathing down her neck.
"Okay, now let's find out what's going on." The Doctor pushed buttons and turned dials that filled the air with familiar TARDIS noise. He even cranked the handle that played the tinny rendition of "Claire de Lune". Nothing changed. Amy clutched the console and gripped Rory's hand as the Doctor worked.
"Nothing different with the subharmonics, and the time splicer is intact. The differential is at the correct mass and vortex is, well, vortexing..."
"Bottom line?" Amy prompted.
"Something is absorbing the light. All the light. Like a sponge."
"That doesn't sound good."
"It isn't. It's bad. Very bad. And the only things I know that can do that are Dark Matter droplets."
"What are they?"
"Well, for a start, nothing to do with Dark Matter, and not much like droplets either, except in size and consistency. Semi-sentient..."
The floor lurched out from underneath them. Amy slammed into Rory, who landed on the ground. There was no time to catch their breath before it happened again.
"Hold on. The TARDIS is trying to shake them off..."
Amy hung on to Rory, and hoped he was hanging onto some sturdy piece of furniture as they were thrown left and right. It felt like she was on the back of a dog as it shook water off its fur.
The TARDIS calmed eventually and they lay in the darkness concentrating on breathing. And when the Doctor turned on the screwdriver this time, Amy could see a glow around his face. "Good," he said. "A good shake was all it needed."
"Great. And the bruises helped too," Rory muttered from underneath Amy.
"Well then folks, that's that dealt with. Just take a few hours to build up the photonic levels and we'll be good. So, what do you want to do?"
"In the dark?"
"There's loads of things you can do in the dark."
Amy squeezed Rory's leg suggestively. There were some ideas that came to mind, even if finding the ladder to the bunkbed might be tricky.
"Look, shadow puppets! And ghost stories. And hot chocolate, and blind man's bluff and..."
"Yeah," Rory huffed. "Great."
But they had fun, despite themselves. And they kept the bunkbeds for later.
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Date: 2011-07-11 07:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-11 07:55 am (UTC)future!fic
Date: 2016-03-22 05:02 pm (UTC)"Hey," she tells the newest girl, found in a basement after her parents were killed by something, cowering in a corner and begging the air for her life. "Hey, it's okay to want a nightlight."
Zoya can't be more than fourteen, and there's still bruises on her, and it's obvious that her life wasn't all that good before the whatever killed her parents. (And that makes the monster that all Slayers have inside growl a little, but Buffy got a handle on her monster a long time ago.)
She isn't a Slayer, this girl, or a Potential. She's just a regular human, and it might be better to give her to the state. Except there's a flash of danger in her eyes, and regular human or not, she needs guidance. Besides, Buffy's school has plenty of people she can talk to about the monsters (human or not) that hunted her.
"When I was your age, I was scared of the dark, too," she says, and the girl gives her a sharp look. "Yeah," she continues, nodding. "And that was before I got Called and learned about everything out there."
"We can leave a light on, that's fine," Cally says, Zoya's roommate and one of the oldest girls in this wing of the dorms. She's Faith's most devoted disciple, which Buffy gets a kick out of, most days. But it's a relief, since it means she's got a deft touch with the ones who need the most guidance.
Zoya still doesn't say a thing, but she does nod, so Buffy gives them both a goodnight smile, and leaves the bedroom door cracked behind her, then lets herself out of their suite and goes to patrol the school.
She was afraid of the dark, once, before she knew what was in it. And then she spent a little while utterly terrified because she knew what was in it.
She's not afraid of the dark anymore.
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Date: 2011-07-11 08:46 am (UTC)