WEDNESDAY: FLYING MONKEYS
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Cait N. here and today's theme is flying monkeys. Yes, you read right, flying monkeys! It could be that Temperance Brennen is a closet Wizard of Oz fan. Or maybe flying monkeys are the latest thing to come out of the Rift. Put your fingers to the keyboard and let those ideas fly!
Remember the rules:
* Five prompts in a row, no more than three from one fandom and if you get a prompt filled you can leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after air-/publication date, if you're wondering if something's a spoiler it probably is.
* Follow the examples for correct formating:
Bones, Bones/Brennen, Seely finds her secret stash of TWOZ memorabilia
Warehouse 13, Pete + Myka, ruby slippers aren't the only Frank L. Baum artifact
NCIS, Tony + Ziva, "I'll go on a date with you when monkeys fly!"
Have fun!
tag=flying monkeys
Remember the rules:
* Five prompts in a row, no more than three from one fandom and if you get a prompt filled you can leave a new one.
* No spoilers until a week after air-/publication date, if you're wondering if something's a spoiler it probably is.
* Follow the examples for correct formating:
Bones, Bones/Brennen, Seely finds her secret stash of TWOZ memorabilia
Warehouse 13, Pete + Myka, ruby slippers aren't the only Frank L. Baum artifact
NCIS, Tony + Ziva, "I'll go on a date with you when monkeys fly!"
Have fun!
tag=flying monkeys
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Date: 2011-11-16 11:59 am (UTC)Memories of Hell and flying monkeys tearing his flesh off. Can be either Dean or Sam remembering.)
I'd prefer no Wincest, but I'm not squicked by it. Wherever your muse takes you is okay with me.
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Date: 2011-11-16 01:30 pm (UTC)Flying Mud Monkeys
Date: 2011-11-16 04:42 pm (UTC)"He's one of us now. And no, before you ask, he did not steal anyone's Grace. I don't know how it happened."
"It doesn't matter if he has wings now. Dean Winchester is still a mud monkey."
Dean could not hold back a smirk. Cas hadn't seen Sam's latest development. He leaned over to his brother. "Since the winged asshole won't let up with the monkey comments, you wanna introduce him to a little Wizard of Oz?"
Sam grinned and nodded. Together, the brothers swooped down and grabbed Uriel by both arms before flying off again. "We're off to see the wizard..." they sang at the top of their lungs.
Uriel groaned. "Gabriel," he screamed. "If this is your doing, I'm going to kill you all over again!"
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Date: 2011-11-16 01:43 pm (UTC)…Um. Yeah?
Date: 2011-11-16 11:41 pm (UTC)They're tiny - like, three inches tall - and yet somehow manage to screech loud enough to drown out Dean's rock music. There's twelve of them, and they climb on him and pull his hair and eat his food and have goddamn flying monkey sex on his head, and Dean laughs at him before realizing that he's going to have to deal with them too. Castiel keeps making abortive glances at Sam, flicking his eyes away rapidly whenever Sam meets them. Thankfully, no one outside of their little group can see the monkey, but that doesn't help much when their marks think Sam is crazy because he's suddenly waving his hands around and swiping at thin air.
Gabriel, on that fateful day, had tilted his head at Sam, snapped his fingers, and disappeared. Sam had thought that was the end of that - the archangel would go off and sulk for a couple days and be back in Sam's hair by Wednesday. That was how it always went, after all.
This time, Sam had turned back to his laptop and found the monkeys sitting on it. Staring at him with their black monkey eyes. Chittering.
He looks them up. They're mantled howler monkeys, and their only saving grace is that they do, in fact, sleep at night. Unless a car drives by. Or someone turns on the lights in the next room.
After a week and half, he's been officially driven crazy. He's managed to piss off the monkeys enough to get them to piss on him, and every time he washes his hair they just do it again. And again. The little fuckers are fast, too - their wings make it generally impossible for Sam to get away. They're staring at him in the shower, all lined up on the curtain rod, and he's pretty sure they're mocking him.
He gets out, dries off, dresses himself, and the alpha male sits on his shoulder and pisses on him again. He snaps, flailing around, trying to catch them and snap their stupid monkey necks.
He's out of breath, disheveled, and he's just tripped over his duffel to fall sprawling on the floor. He's only happy that Dean isn't here - the amused monkey-stares are bad enough.
"Gabriel," he growls, "get your dumb feathery ass over here. Now."
Gabriel doesn't come. He's in a glaring contest with twelve tiny monkeys. His life is terrible.
"Gabriel," he tries again, "if you don't come here I'll summon Kali and tell her about your 'little thing' with the Maenads."
The monkeys chitter.
"Gabriel," he pauses for a moment, "come on, I'll - buy you candy. Lots of it. Or cake, the really fancy kind with tiny fondant flowers and tons of frosting. Or - I dunno, expensive chocolates?"
One of the smaller monkeys has crept forward and stuck its nose in his ear.
"Gabriel. I'm sorry I called you a monkey."
Gabriel's sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms crossed. There's a weird look on his face.
"No, you're not," he says, "you just want me to get rid of them."
Sam rolls over and scowls up at him. "It's not exactly proportionate retribution."
"Sure it is. You say," he puts his fingers up in air quotes, "'I swear, you're like an undersized monkey with wings', and I instruct on how I'm nothing like an undersized monkey with wings." He folds his arms again.
"…You kind of are."
"Oh, that's it, I'm - "
"I mean," Sam interrupts, "you pull my hair, and steal my food, and fly around, and try to sneak peeks of me in the shower, and when I get mad you get pissy and sulk."
"I do not."
"Is this not sulking?"
"So you're saying that the monkeys - "
"And yet," Sam says, "I'd still rather have you around than these things."
"…That's not very promising."
"You don't have sex on my head."
Gabriel leers. "I could - "
"Don't say it."
They stare at each other.
"Yeah, so, anyway, I'm not actually apologizing," Sam says.
"I should leave you here with them."
"Yeah, you should." Sam stands up. "But, y'know, I think I finally figured something out."
"Yeah?"
"All of this - literal monkey shit. You're just trying to push my buttons."
"Trying? Let me tell you, kiddo - "
"Because you're afraid. Because I push yours." Sam's leaning over Gabriel, now.
"Sure."
"You like me."
"That's an awfully large jump to conclusions."
"Really?" Sam leans down all the way.
Gabriel snaps his fingers. The monkeys disappear.
Gabriel doesn't.
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Date: 2011-11-16 02:04 pm (UTC)Glee, Sylvester + Kurt/Blaine, "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too."
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Date: 2011-11-16 02:07 pm (UTC)Monkey Business (S7 spoilers) Pt1
Date: 2011-11-17 11:35 am (UTC)There is a good reason that a number of Castiel's brothers and sisters refer to humans as mud-monkeys. Apart from humans, angels may also take monkeys and apes as vessels. It is rarely done (although Castiel vividly remembers Balthazar occasionally inhabiting the body of a chimpanzee to 'mess with the human scientists and art community') as an angel can exercise only the bare minimum of their powers in such a vessel. Still, being virtually powerless is a step up from being incorporeal - which Castiel currently is. He needs a vessel to recover from the damage done to his grace, and unlike with humans he does not need permission to possess a monkey.
After circling the zoo twice, Castiel chooses his vessel: a male white-cheeked gibbon that screeches as the blinding light of Castiel's grace enters its body. When the light has faded the gibbon collapses onto the floor of its cage, its eyes closed in blissful unconsciousness.
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Date: 2011-11-16 02:09 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds, team, "I don't care what the evidence suggests, we're not giving 'flying monkeys did it' as our profile."
IDEK
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