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comment_ficAnd so comes Thursday, and with it an end to my glorious two-day hosting. You’ll miss me, won’t you? Oh of course you will, no one else here is nearly as medicated as I am at the moment.
But, that aside, we reach our theme for today’s prompts, and that is …drumroll… Role-reversal. That’s right, kiddies, let’s flip the social ladder on its head, maybe even fundamentally alter the natural order depending on your fandom! Doesn’t that sound like fun? Oh yeah, go forth and wreak havoc my lovelies! *ahem* Right. Have fun with that.
Don’t forget the rules that were set in place for reasons as yet to be determined (MORE SOCIAL STRUCTURE! O.O )
- No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. However, if one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again!
- No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
- If there are spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces. After that, it’s totally their fault.
- Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
Still can’t find something you like? Jeeze, picky much? Just kidding, why not head over to our Lonely Prompts and show them some love?!
I have honestly had such a blast hosting, as short a time as it’s been. Thanks so much for all your amazing prompts, they were seriously all a fantastic! Hopefully they start getting filled soon, there’s too much awesome there to be left to waste away! GO FORTH AND WRITE AND DFTBA! And, of course, BEST WISHES!
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But, that aside, we reach our theme for today’s prompts, and that is …drumroll… Role-reversal. That’s right, kiddies, let’s flip the social ladder on its head, maybe even fundamentally alter the natural order depending on your fandom! Doesn’t that sound like fun? Oh yeah, go forth and wreak havoc my lovelies! *ahem* Right. Have fun with that.
Don’t forget the rules that were set in place for reasons as yet to be determined (MORE SOCIAL STRUCTURE! O.O )
- No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. However, if one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again!
- No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
- If there are spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces. After that, it’s totally their fault.
- Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:
Suits, Mike (+/) Harvey, Mike is the big-shot lawyer who goes out on a limb by hiring Harvey, the high class screw-upAnd while I know these big fandoms are huge and shiny and fun to play with, don’t forget the smaller ones who need some polishing!
Supernatural, Dean (+/) Castiel [post season 6 finale], After seeing what’s happened to Cas, Dean knows it’s his turn to pull Cas from Perdition (or wherever the hell he is)
Still can’t find something you like? Jeeze, picky much? Just kidding, why not head over to our Lonely Prompts and show them some love?!
I have honestly had such a blast hosting, as short a time as it’s been. Thanks so much for all your amazing prompts, they were seriously all a fantastic! Hopefully they start getting filled soon, there’s too much awesome there to be left to waste away! GO FORTH AND WRITE AND DFTBA! And, of course, BEST WISHES!
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Date: 2011-09-08 12:59 pm (UTC)"Come on!" Raphael said, her voice somehow successfully conveying that she was there to help. Her body language was different and Sam wondered, briefly, if she was no longer possessed. Then she proved she was by grabbing Sam's hand and transporting him to a shitty motel out cornfields that could have been Iowa or Nebraska.
"What - what the hell is going on?"
"Your brother has been asking for you," Raphael said, sticking just a little too close too Sam for his own comfort. "He has been talking about Michael coming to him in his dreams again."
Sam started at that and could tell that Raphael, the sneaky bastard, had been aiming for that. She took off at an easy pace to Room 117. It worried Sam that he could see something like pressing friendship in Raphael's face and movements, even under the powersuit and, well, the fact that she was Raphael.
Dean was in Room 117 alright. And he did look he'd been going a couple rounds with Michael the Archangel, but it was really, really wrong to see Gabriel, alive and whole, sitting on the edge of Dean's bed.
"What- what's going on?" Sam asked, freezing just inside the doorway.
"I don't think God would approve of this, Raphael," Gabriel said, in the stilted way most angels had, but Sam never associated with him.
Raphael bit her lip, but look on her face just screamed, 'Screw God's approval.' Instead, she said, "God made all of Creation. We were given stewardship and this is a part of that stewardship."
"Lucifer does not approve," Gabriel continued. "According to Uriel and Aniel, he is prepared to do war to defeat Michael once and for all. Even if it brings an end to Creation."
Raphael scowled. "We simply won't allow that. Will we, Gabriel?"
Gabriel looked a little cowed at that and fiddled with something in his pocket. Dean looked at all of them with big eyes in his pale face. "If I just said yes to Michael, we could end this."
"No!" both angels cried at once.
"He would burn through you like a husk," Gabriel said. "He wears you out when he can only find you in dreams. We can't risk losing you to him."
"Losing me? I'm just a guy. A hunter, but a guy."
"Haven't you been paying attention?" Raphael asked. "The Winchester Gospels haven't been written, Rebecca wasn't chosen, you haven't lived chosen lives for nothing. Samuel and Dean Winchester are meant for more."
Dean turned a fairly revolting shade of gray and puked into the trashcan by the side of the bed. He made a very uncharacteristic whimper and Gabriel did something complicated with his hands. Dean looked more white than gray afterward and the smell of vomit was gone from the room.
Raphael grabbed Sam by the wrist and pulled him toward the bed. "I know you are all about the macho game, but your little brother needs you. Come on."
Oh god. What happened this time? Sam wondered.
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Date: 2011-09-08 08:25 am (UTC)No fill, but
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Date: 2011-09-08 10:13 am (UTC)Once, twice, maybe three times, he’d almost struggled free, yet each time his blatantly leviathan efforts were thwarted. Now, he was glad that he hadn’t escaped, that he was trapped behind that impenetrable force field, keeping his current visitor firmly in the other side of it.
He watched the by now familiar vessel that Castiel was wearing prowl panther-like on the other side of the barrier, body held differently, more rigid and literally thrumming with new found power. The haughty smirk upon the usually quite friendly - if Lucifer said so himself - face was quite the perturbing expression in Lucifer’s opinion. Such haughtiness, such pride, should only be attributed to the Morningstar himself, not a former angel such as Castiel.
“Are you going to let me out?” Lucifer asked, his reticence over the angel’s new found God-hood not showing in his voice or his question.
“Let you out? And whatever possessed you to think I would do something like that?” Castiel asked, and Lucifer noticed with an internal grimace that even his voice had changed.
Castiel’s voice, although always powerful and gruff, was even more powerful, shot through with energies Lucifer couldn’t even begin to understand. Castiel stopped prowling long enough to stand on the other side of the barrier separating them, to stare head-long into Lucifer’s eyes. There was a distance in Castiel’s gaze, an immeasurable gulf and breadth of power that seemed too much for one slender body to hold.
Castiel’s little smirk grew wider, eyes glittering with something that was almost mirth, yet coldly so. For the first time, Lucifer wondered just how much power the new God really had. He wondered then if perhaps he’d woefully underestimated the breadth of it.
“This time, it is you who is weak and trapped. And me? I am strong," Castiel continued, without ever allowing the Morningstar to answer his first question. “I will show you what real power is, that which you sought many millennia ago. Even now, I am far stronger, far less merciful than the last God. If you will not bow down to me, you will suffer, you will pay and I will make you scream my name while I end you. Until I see fit to do that, you will stay here in the pit of your own making, to suffer torment immeasurable for all of your sins and your pride.”
Lucifer remained expressionless and stoic, and in one blink, Castiel had gone, leaving the Morningstar alone with his suffering.
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Date: 2011-09-08 08:59 am (UTC)It's been awhile since I read it, but:
Date: 2011-09-08 06:56 pm (UTC)She didn’t have much time.
Brushing her hair behind her ear and turning to the desk’s left drawer, Morino inserted the key. The lock opened and the drawer slid smoothly out, releasing a faint, distasteful scent of burnt hair. Resting on-top of a manila folder was a crude doll, obviously put together with care despite the very basic design. A swath of messy human hair was atop it’s head, half-singed as though someone had held it over a lighter and then swatted it out. She clinically noted the lines of red thread were sewn into the body in a pattern of knife slashes.
Morino lifted it out, running her fingertips idly over the careful stitching on the seams, before rurning it over in her hands. The word “sun” was stitched over the doll’s back. It was just like the dolls they’d found at the crime scenes. Picking up the folder the doll had been resting on, she found clippings of the articles about the “Red Blossom Killer” and the obituaries of the victims. Morino felt a flicker of annoyance as she found crime scene photo’s of the bodies Kamiyama hadn’t shown her. The women had all been arranged artistically on white sheets to look like tree limbs, their blood leaking from their wounds to look like red blossoms in spring.
At the back of the folder was a slip of paper with an address written on it in Kamiyama’s handwriting. 57 Peach rd. and below that the words “Behind the greenhouse”. Shoving it and the doll into the pocket of her skirt, Morino grabbed a workbook from the top of the desk and stepped out of the room.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Kamiyama’s mother asked, smiling warmly as she looked up from where she was beginning to cook dinner.
“Yes,” Morino tried to arrange her face the way Kamiyama did when he was pretending to be pleasant and gestured with the workbook. With a quick excuse of homework, Morino made her way out the front door, Kamiyama’s mother telling her she could come by anytime.
Pulling the paper out of her pocket, Morino studied the address and thought. Adding it to the locations of the other “Red Blossom” murders, it could form the shape of the kanji for sun. It was also very likely where Kamiyama had gone. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought of how often he tended to leave her behind lately.
Morino began to walk.
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Date: 2011-09-08 11:05 am (UTC)Bonus for Jarod discovering Kyle, his nemesis at the Center is his brother and Parker finding her long lost twin Lyle, only for his to be killed by Kyle.no subject
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Date: 2011-09-08 11:19 am (UTC)Bonus, Faith=Spike, Kendra=Drusilla and vice versa. Darla can still be Darla.
Extra Bonus, Takes place in Ireland in the 1800's.
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Date: 2011-09-08 12:13 pm (UTC)Harry looked up to see the young witch with bushy hair make her way towards them. She had been restless the moment they were sorted, running to and from the entrance hall, to where he could only guess. She was a legend, but he had to wonder if the reason for it had somehow turned her insane. The red-haired boy beside him tore his eyes from the floating candles he was admiring, and turned as the girl flopped in the seat opposite them. Her strange behavior was not lost on him, but he leaned close, as is listening to her mad ramblings was only the polite thing to do.
“The answer’s very simple really,” Hermione Granger said, the Girl Who Lived. “It’s a shock why no one’s thought of it yet. The sooner Lord Voldemort is gone -”
“But Granger, You-Know-Who has been dead for ten years!” Harry said.
“And can you prove that?” she snapped, as her fingers brushed against the scar on her forehead.
The red-haired boy leaned closer to Harry. “What is she on about? Volde-who?”
“I’ll explain to you later,” Harry mumbled.
Hermione caught the exchange, and she rounded on the boy. “How can you not know who Voldemort is?”
“Granger, Ron is Muggle-born,” Harry said. His words seemed to only slightly calm Hermione.
“That’s understandable,” she said. “But, it must be told to everyone as soon as they enter this world!”
“That would be a lovely way to start off my life as a wizard,” Ron mumbled to himself.
This time Hermione did not hear him. “I myself have only known since last summer, and I’ve read everything about it since! Professor Dumbledore allowed me to come to the libraries here for my research. I have everything I need here. But time is running out - I need to find him and destroy him before our classes begin!
“And I need you two to help me.”
“What?” Ron said.
“Can’t this wait until we learned a few spells first?” Harry said.
“What kind of spell will kill people anyway?” Ron asked. “Abracadabra?”
“Why can’t you just ask Professor Dumbledore to go with you?” Harry said.
“I never even held a wand!”
“Oh, you two are useless!” Hermione said gruffly. “I can destroy Lord Voldemort myself! If I do not do it now, who knows how many years this could drag out! And I just can’t let anything interrupt my education at the best wizarding school in the world!” She rushed back out the doors, almost tripping over a third year’s robes in the process.
“She’s completely mad,” Ron said. “How many other loons are in this place? But is it true? About You-Know-Who?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Harry said. “But, yes, it’s true.”
“And she’s destined to kill him?” Ron nibbled from his dinner roll. “This place is weird!”
“I’m just glad it wasn’t me,” Harry muttered.
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