Wednesday Wackiness
Nov. 9th, 2011 10:21 amGreetings, it's the middle of the week and I think we are in need of something light and a bit crazy - so, therefore wackiness, you could interpret this as crack-fic if you like or maybe just some unlikely events happening for your characters.
Rules
*No more than five prompts in a row with no more than three from one fandom and if your prompt is answered you may leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after publication/air-date. If you are wondering if something is a spoiler it probably is.
* Format you prompts correctly, like so:
Remember to show the smaller fandoms some love, maybe today is the day you write something you never wrote before?
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Rules
*No more than five prompts in a row with no more than three from one fandom and if your prompt is answered you may leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after publication/air-date. If you are wondering if something is a spoiler it probably is.
* Format you prompts correctly, like so:
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot/Parker, He got the santa suit and the reindeer horns but what was the deal with the Purple pony?
SPN RPS, Misha/Jensen, practical jokes on set
Dr Who/Castle, Castle/Beckett and Amy/Rory/Eleven, They might be insane but in the end they did help catch the killer
Remember to show the smaller fandoms some love, maybe today is the day you write something you never wrote before?
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Date: 2011-11-09 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-09 09:23 am (UTC)not a fill, but
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Date: 2011-11-09 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 10:15 am (UTC)'I wish we could skip the pretence of being normal and just start drinking wine with breakfast'
(and yes, that's a TFLN quote)
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Date: 2011-11-09 07:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-11-09 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 11:06 am (UTC)nto a fill
Date: 2011-11-09 12:05 pm (UTC)Oh, i hope someone fills this. I could see Dean totally abusing his powers, and delighting in them like in the rabbit's foot episode, lol
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Date: 2011-11-09 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 11:18 am (UTC)not a fill, but...
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Date: 2011-11-09 11:55 am (UTC)Fill: I'll Take Your Word For It (Satchmo + Peter, Neal/Peter/El implied, G)
Date: 2011-11-09 02:23 pm (UTC)Peter gets a bad feeling... And then Satchmo opens up his snout, and in a perfectly clear voice says, "You should invite Neal to dinner. You should just tell him how you feel."
Peter's heart nearly stops. Nevermind that he's been hearing about this on the news - and that there was that socialite, on the Pearson case, with the purse pooch who wouldn't shut up. There's nothing quite like having your own pet (if it's okay to call them that now - Neal has opinions, and maybe Satchmo does too) or companion or whatever look you straight in the eye and speak. And not in the traditional way.
"Oh, not you too," Peter sighs. Which is insensitive, but a good cover for what he really wants to say, which is, 'El! Help!'
Satchmo licks his chops and settles back down onto his haunches. "Oh. I didn't know Mama already brought it up."
Which is a shocking thing for the dog to say, even looking past the part that a dog is saying it.
"What?"
"She likes the way Neal smells. She told me. She's afraid you might get mad if you knew, but you like how he smells too, I can tell. You should both tell him."
Assuming this isn't some huge, stress-related hallucination on Peter's part, he's just been given some simultaneously wonderful and unsettling news.
"How can you-" Peter begins to ask, then thinks about who he's talking to. Satchmo just looks at him. "Nevermind. I'll take your word for it."
"Thank you. Don't tell Mama I told her secret."
Peter kills his cup of coffee. He should probably be needing the fortification of strong caffeine, but really he just feels excited about the day ahead. It sounds like he and El have a lot to talk about. And, hopefully, a lot to talk about with Neal.
Also, El is going to be beside herself with joy when she realizes that Satchmo is one of "those" dogs.
"Just as long as you don't call me 'Daddy'," Peter agrees. El's tendency to talk to Satchmo like a baby seemed harmless before Peter knew that this baby has a voice like James Earl Jones.
"Deal," Satchmo says, flicking his tail to and fro. "If you lay off some of the "good boy"s. I'm forty-two years old in canine. I don't like to be patronized."
Peter coughs. A talking dog with a vocabulary. Neal is going to be beside himself as well.
"Right."
And out of habit, Peter goes to scratch behind Satchmo's ears before walking back inside with his empty cup. Satchmo seems to like it, though, same as ever, so Peter supposes that's one thing that hasn't changed.
"Thank you," Satchmo says, wagging, as Peter steps inside.
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Date: 2011-11-09 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:20 pm (UTC)No fic but...
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:41 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds, team, The FBI knows that they're all serial killers, but they're good at it, so they get paid to hunt down their own kind on official business.
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:44 pm (UTC)Any Various/In Time, any various, What kind of whackiness would ensue if the characters of your favorite fandoms could barter for/steal/win more time and potentially become immortal?
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Date: 2011-11-10 08:47 am (UTC)Death would be implode if Sam and Dean became immortal. ROFLMAO
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 02:53 pm (UTC)Supernatural, any, They are the worst (or at least funniest) possible candidates for the new God and the new ruler of Hell, but somehow they get the job.
Crowley&Cas go on vacation (and leave the morons in charge)
Date: 2011-11-10 09:58 pm (UTC)The former angel simply stares at him with an expression that clearly states 'You should know by now that I don't joke'. "You were the one who insisted we should take a 'vacation' together. If we are to leave our posts then we need to elect regents to manage Hell and Heaven until we return."
"I know that," Crowley hisses.
"Then what is the problem?"
"The problem is that you have selected the worst possible candidates to fill in as the new God and Devil!"
"Err, I'd disagree," comments Edd Zeddmore.
"Yeah, we can totally handle being God for a week," adds Harry Spangler.
One look from Crowley silences the pair. The demon then turns back to Castiel and demands, "How are these mortals qualified to be God? Or, perhaps a better question, how is she qualified to run Hell?!"
Becky Rosen steps forward, an excited and eager look on her face. "Well, Mr Crowley, sir, I've read all the Supernatural books and I've-"
"I wasn't speaking to you," Crowley interrupts, sending her a poisonous look.
Castiel sighs irritably. "I selected mortals with knowledge and experience of the supernatural, but no political interests. They will surrender their powers when we return, but until then they will be noncorrosive place-holders of our positions."
"In other words they're useless morons."
"Hey! You can't call the future God a useless moron!" Edd objects before once again quailing under the heat of Crowley's glare.
"Crowley," Castiel says severely, "you have two options: either accept that these are the mortals I have chosen for the task, or surrender your plans for a vacation."
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Crowley growls. "You've been against my idea from the beginning - you've purposefully picked the most pathetic and idiotic mortals on Earth just so that I'll call the whole thing off! Well guess what Castiel, I'm calling your bluff. If you want to leave Heaven in the hands of these wannabe-Ghostbusters then be my guest. We'll see if you still think you chose the right mortals when we get back and the whole place is a bloody shambles!"
The two supernatural beings glare at each other for a further minute before disappearing. Castiel reappears before Edd and Harry, and gently places his fingers against their temples. They are immediately transported to Heaven, along with a portion of Castiel's power. Crowley is much less gentle; he slams his palm into Becky's chest and sends her flying into Hell with the keys to the demonic kingdom. Castiel and Crowley then turn turn to face each other and simultaneously depart for the sandy beaches of the Maldives.
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One week later, a rested Castiel returns to Heaven. The angels have never been happier to see him. They appoint a representative, who then reports that Edd and Harry have spent the entire week making a documentary of Heaven and forcing angels to star in it. The angel complains that the pair are terrible directors, their special effects are excessive and gauche, and that they use too many pop-culture references.
Castiel smiles. He knew he'd made the right choice.
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Crowley returns to Hell with the fear that there will be a full-blown riot in progress that he will need to crush, thus undoing all the good his week of relaxation has done him. Consequently, he is pleasantly surprised to find that there has been no rebellion or seizure of power. Instead, as one demon informs him, the week has been devoted to the promotion of 'Wincest'. Upon arrival in Hell, Queen Becky had ordered that all demons who had not already been assigned a task should immediately start work on the construction of YouTube videos detailing the love affair of Sam and Dean Winchester. This had initially been met with confusion and mockery, but Queen Becky had soon showed them all that there was nothing funny about Sam's love for Dean by subjecting dissenters to unspeakable tortures. Since then all demons had striven to promote Wincest in whatever ways possible.
For a moment Crowley is stunned into silence. When he recovers, he makes a mental note to apologize to Castiel. He then heads off in search of Miss Rosen to see if she would be interested in a permanent position in Hell's hierarchy.
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