Tuesday - Crack!

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Good morning! If LJ is done having fits maybe we can get to some prompting and fic writing!

Rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row.
do not post spoilers in your prompts until a week after air-/publication date. If you wonder if something is a spoiler it probably is for someone.
If you write in spoilers in your reply please do warn accordingly!

Examples!
Supernatural, Sam & Dean & Bobby & Castiel, Castiel is de-aged, but not dis-empowered
Leverage, Team, superhero AU
Leverage/Criminal Minds, Teams, body swap across teams

tag=crack

If you don't find anything that appeals to your palate please feel free to go forage among the lonely prompts.

Comments

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam & Dean & Bobby & Castiel, Castiel is de-aged, but not dis-empowered

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

(( This is my first shot at SPN fic so don't expect much. ^^; ))

"Castiel," Dean said, slamming one of Bobby's books shut. "A little help would be nice." He turned, expecting the angel to be behind him, but saw only empty air. "Come on, Cas, we know you're busy, but--"

"I'm down here," interrupted a voice that was far too shrill to belong to Castiel. Everyone's eyes dropped to the floor.

"Cas?" Sam said, struggling to keep a straight face. "Are you four?"

"I believe I'm three and a half," the angel said, looking down at his de-aged vessel. "But yes, that's the general gist of things."

"Don't you think you're taking this baby in a trenchcoat thing a little far?" Dean wondered.

"And more importantly," Bobby said, "can you still help out with this Eve problem?"

"I still have full use of my powers," Cas said with a nod of his three-year-old head. "But I would be of better assistance in my normal form." With the faint swish of wings he vanished.

"Crowley," he demanded, appearing in the demon's torture chamber. "I demand you return to me to my normal form at once."

"Oh, I'm scared out of my little demon boots," Crowley said dryly. "Three-year-old looks good on you."

"Three and a half," Cas corrected with all the vehemence of a mis-aged child. "Turn me back."

"All right, all right, don't get your heavenly Huggies in a twist. Angels, no sense of humor. How you live with yourselves I'll never know."

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Team, superhero AU

No fic (yet)...

[kayim.livejournal.com]

I actually wrote an Eliot X-Men fusion for a comment prompt here about a year ago. Maybe it's time to find that one again.... *ponders*

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Criminal Minds, Teams, body swap across teams

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer, ''it's too early for an apocalyspse'' the devil decides and goes back to bed

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

NCIS, any, some tries to sue Gibbs for the headslaps

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

DCU, any, Batman is not above using his burned food as a weapon

[whitechapelred.livejournal.com]

It wasn’t a chuckle. Or a giggle. It might have started that way but it was so far past that that Dick could barely breathe. Alfred was on holidays, gone less than a day and already the kitchen was on fire.

Well, that was exaggerating a bit. The toaster was on fire, or at least the toast was. Bruce’s toast.

The Dark Knight, the scourge of the criminal underground stood helpless as his toast burned.

There had been no coffee this morning. Dick realised, too late. None of the elixir of life that sustained them all and held together the fragile skin of sanity in this household of madmen.

He rolled and ducked, using every trick his life as a circus acrobat had taught him to reach the door before it was too late but for all his years of training, he was never as fast as his mentor. The charcoaled remains for Bruce’s breakfast shattered as it connected with the back of his head, shards of cremated bread that crunched under his hands as he scrambled to his feet, still laughing.

As he fled the scene of carnage, he couldn’t help but wonder if Babs had access to the manor’s cameras. Alfred had to see how much they needed him!

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Advertisements, The Most Interesting Man In The World/Old Spice Man (/Dairy Queen Good Enough Man), The most interesting man in the world has a hard time controlling his sub(s)

No fic, but....

[pooka-07.livejournal.com]

I love you. (and I'm tempted to fill this, now.)

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Advertisements/Inception, The Most Interesting Man in the World/Eames, taking Interesting Man "home" to meet Arthur

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis (possible fusion with "The Score" (http://pics.livejournal.com/calcitrix/pic/000xwf0d)), Lorne/Parrish, one of them wears "lacy velvet underpants" for the other, sex ensues. (May or may not involve singing, hand waving, or abuse of laboratory equipment.)

No Fill....

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

You are such a dirty tease. I adore you.

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

RPF/Torchwood, Jack Harkness/John Barrowman, "it's just sex sex sex with you people"

[arnica.livejournal.com]

Doctor who/Trueblood, 11+Lafayette, He's willing to hide anywhere right now to get away from the vampires on his tail, even in a blue box that wasn't behind Merlotte's yesterday. (inspired by Matt Smith and Nelsan Ellis fangirling all over each other at the tv guide panel at comicon about how they want to be on each others show)

[merryghoul]

Gossip Girl, Chuck/Vanessa, a bad boy actually trying to make a change

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

The Late Late Show, Geoff Peterson, author's choice (ideas: building his own robot skeleton army, what happens when he finally gets his genitals from customs, drunk-dialing Grant Imahara)

[uberniftacular]

Not really a fill, as it's something I'd written previously, but Geoff drunk-dials Craig. Sort of.

[alicat713.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Cas is cursed to feel everything Dean feels.

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, Why was there a purple monkey in his living room?..."Parker!"

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, Dan/Chuck, Chuck is a vampire

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl/Supernatural, Chuck +or/ Cas, Chuck Bass is the Righteous Man; "There has clearly been some mistake," Cas says.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, anything alien or non-human, "Humans made us do it!"

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

any, any vampire, waking up and belonging to the Twighlight-Race

[amandachafin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Bollux."

It must've been the pig's blood. Or that shiny new soul. Maybe it was just the gaudy whatzits the Poofter had given him as a 98th anniversary gift. You know, for that one time.

"Yeah, that's right Peaches. Don't think I don't remember," Spike thinks to himself as he indulges in an internal snicker.

Sure, the trinket'd come second-hand from the Slayer. But who'd Angel think would end up wearin' the bloody thing, what with him leading the brood crew over in LA? Didn't take a brain surgeon to... nevermind that bit.

Spike looked down at his body, which shone something fierce in the heat of high noon. Radiated sunlight like that ancient weapon a' that Greek bloke from way long ago. Archimedes. Yeah, that was it. Turned William-the-Bloody into a burning hunk of death, taking out all the ubers and any other evil thing in his path. Expected to go out himself, truth be told. Was a right pain in the arse to dig himself outta that crater when it was all said and done.

Then what do you think happened? One hand reached up into the light - the *sunlight.*His fingers curled as he pulled his hand back with an instinctive, dirt-smothered yelp. But there was no fire, no smoke, none a' the brain shattering pain of self immolation. Nope. Just that damn sparkly death ray again, like a sodding beacon for any nasty within a hundred mile radius. Except... well, there were no nasties left, were there?

"Bollux," Spike says again as he fishes an only half-squished fag out' his duster pocket and fumbles for his lighter.

Above, helicopter blades whirl as and whine as news crews scramble to take video of the light show in the Sunnydale crater. Spike lifts his hand and gives the bastards the old two-fingered salute. He smiles and takes a long drag as, apparently blinded, the pilot a' one of the news crews veers his bird off toward the mountains. He does it again, and another one bites the dust.

Yeah, he always knew those blokes on the TV were evil. Just look at the *hair.*

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck/Gossip Girl, Chuck Bartowski/Dan Humphrey + Chuck Bass/Bryce Larkin, the Chucks switch lives

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

CSI:NY, Mac & Don & Danny, Mac can make anyone tell the truth, Don has superspeed and Danny can fly. Together they're unstoppable.

[katbcoll.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, everyone, Lassie artifact makes Pete act like a dog and try to hump the leg of anyone who stands still for too long.

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Eleven +/ Amy, bodyswap

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck/Highlander, Chuck/Bryce, the day they find out that they're both immortal

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Inception/White Collar/Red/Highlander, Arthur + Neal as Frank's fraternal twin sons, the day they find out that Arthur and Neal are both immortal

the alliance of the ages - gen, PG

[tigriswolf]

Arthur died first, though neither of them knew it. His first death, at twenty-two, involved falling down a flight of stairs and landing wrong, snapping his neck. He woke up twelve hours later with no one the wiser, and he thought he’d only been knocked unconscious.

Neal died four months later, when one of his marks got the better of him. When he woke up, he figured he’d hit his head dodging bullets; he always hated guns after that.

Arthur and Neal didn’t see each other for the better part of eight years, and when they met up again, they’d both been taught the basics. They each guessed when they actually died; both of their guesses were wrong, but no one would ever know.

When Arthur felt the approaching immortal, he moved to place his back against the wall and had his hand on his gun; he could play fair, he often chose not to.

Neal, meanwhile, acted carefree, waltzing through the airport like he owned the entire continent. Most of his kind, he’d learned, couldn’t tell where the buzz came from. In the crowded building, no one would be able to pinpoint it as him.

When they saw each other, they knew. Once getting past the shock of realizing their twin had died without them knowing, both were ecstatic, because, if they played their cards right, they’d never have to die again.