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All prompts are welcome today, no theme, no holds barred. Just follow the rules: no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. No spoilers in the prompt, and if your fic response has spoilers, please warn and leave adequate space.
Play nice and leave prompts that make the codemonkeys job easier:
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Supernatural, Dean, pie makes everything better
Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, this is not the kind of quest he was expecting
Suits/White Collar, Mike/Neal, the clothes really do make the man
Remember you can also write from our lonely prompts too! And tomorrow is lonely prompt day.
Have fun!
Theme=free for all
All prompts are welcome today, no theme, no holds barred. Just follow the rules: no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. No spoilers in the prompt, and if your fic response has spoilers, please warn and leave adequate space.
Play nice and leave prompts that make the codemonkeys job easier:
For example:
Supernatural, Dean, pie makes everything better
Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, this is not the kind of quest he was expecting
Suits/White Collar, Mike/Neal, the clothes really do make the man
Remember you can also write from our lonely prompts too! And tomorrow is lonely prompt day.
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-01-21 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 06:59 pm (UTC)Follow Suit [Mike/Neal, G]
Date: 2012-01-23 12:14 am (UTC)Neal brushed his hands over Mike's shoulders and their eyes met in their reflections. "He's just jealous because you look so good."
Mike snorted. "Yeah, I don't think so."
Leaning over, Neal kissed the bit of Mike's neck that was exposed above his collar. "I'm a little jealous of your suit." His hands slid down Mike's body. "It gets to hug your body. It's right there against your skin all day long. I think in my next life, I'd like to be your suit."
"And be chopped up into two pieces?" Mike asked, suppressing a shiver, with Neal's hands so close. It wouldn't take much to tip them over into the bed, even if Neal was stronger. He wouldn't resist.
"Three, if I could talk you into a vest," Neal replied. He stepped back and grinned. "I think you could convince anyone that you're a lawyer while you're wearing this suit. Skinny tie and all. Even the infamous Harvey Specter will respect this suit."
"The suit maybe, but not me," Mike said.
Neal was still grinning at Mike in the mirror. "The clothes make the man. When you look the part, everyone follows suit, if you'll pardon the pun."
Mike smiled too, fingering the expensive wool jacket. "Is that how you do it? Look like you know what you're doing until everyone else thinks you know what you're doing?"
"Isn't that what you do?" Neal raised an eyebrow.
"I know what I'm doing," Mike said, turning around to face Neal. "I just don't have the degree to prove it."
Neal smiled and pulled Mike close. "Said like any true con man."
Re: Follow Suit [Mike/Neal, G]
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:06 pm (UTC)Fill: "You wouldn't have to ask, Pace" (G)
Date: 2012-01-22 04:00 am (UTC)Pacey is late. They're supposed to be having dinner together in a little while. Joey doesn't mind his tardiness. She's quite content to soak up the sunset and just feel.
She's looking up at the clouds in the sky when she hears the foghorn of a boat. Strange, as the water is empty of all obstacles.
It's a beautiful thirty foot cruiser she's never seen before, and she can't see the skipper through the shadows.
Tourists, she thinks. Right up until the moment it comes toward her, sailing parallel to the shore and she can see that Pacey is captaining. He grins at her with that sparkle in his eyes and she can't help but fall that little bit more in love with him. She leaves her book behind and stands as close to the water as she can get, an answering smile on her face.
Pacey holds something up in his hand, a tiny blue box, and something inside it sparkles a little. Even though Joey can't see exactly what it is, she knows exactly what it means.
"You said I wouldn't have to ask," he calls.
"Yes!" she calls back. "Yes!"
Re: Fill: "You wouldn't have to ask, Pace" (G)
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:13 pm (UTC)X-Men, Erik/Charles, a world where Magneto uses his ability to de-mine war-torn countries
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Date: 2012-02-24 03:22 am (UTC)He is their hero.
Magneto enters towns and raises his hands, and like that all their fears of destruction are whisked away, lifted into the air as if called by God himself and then banished, flying far into the distance. Celebrations follow, parties that last for days, as long as the food and the drink continues to flow. Magneto is toasted a hundred times over.
Magneto’s Brotherhood are invited to join the festivities; with the consent of their leader, they accept. Mutant and human mingle together, both sides nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of safety that until recently had been a tenuous thing in their lives. Everyone dances and sings and laughs and loves. Mutants with more theatrical powers occasionally jump up to amaze the town with their abilities. Beautiful water-shades dance around the bonfire that had been erected in the town center, directed by a hump-backed old mutant with crooked teeth displayed in a grin. Mirages of mystical beasts leap up towards the sky in victory at the behest of a child. A man sings any song requested in the exact voice of the original performer. A girl delicately carves a wooden figurine for a friend she met tonight with razor-sharp talons.
Together human and mutant celebrate peace, forget bias and feuds and hate. It is almost magical.
(And in that same world, Magneto uses his abilities to aim decades-old mines at the armies of his enemies. He uses the remnants of war they had abandoned an ocean away – remnants he had gone and collected again, repurposed to more suitable causes than terrorizing innocents – to continue his campaign against those that reject him and his kind. For that is the way of the world. The view all depends on where you stand.)
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From:no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:14 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, Voldemort/Harry, the scars of your love remind me of us
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:15 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, author’s choice, Harry Potter was beaten to death by Vernon Dursley when he was nine-years-old; after Voldemort’s return, he punishes Vernon for taking the murder meant to be his
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:16 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, Draco + Lucius, not in your image anymore
Fill, Rebirth, Draco + Lucius
Date: 2012-01-22 06:48 pm (UTC)~
The afternoon sunlight cast a warm glow over what was, and had always been, one of the coldest rooms Draco knew. The thick velvet curtains were gone - blown to pieces, or simply Vanished - but the room still had a stillness about it that nothing, from the glass fragments on the floor to the blood on the walls, could alter.
Nature was working its way in, though. There was far less glass on the floor than there should be, so Draco supposed that the window had been blasted out rather than in. At some point a body had been cleared from their courtyard, then. Through the gaping hole in the glass had streamed the best of the British weather, leaving mould creeping along the ceiling and damp rising up the walls. Paint peeled from the roof like bark off a tree, and it hung in dank curls.
Draco was glad he had come in summer.
The dressing table, however, remained as pristine as it had been on the day his mother had died, but for a thin layer of dust.
Draco's calm, assured stride was thrown off-course when he nearly stepped on the corpse of a bird. It was a starling, or a fledgling blackbird; whatever the creature, it was already starting to decay. Its fragile little bird skull gleamed under rot-slick feathers, and its too-thin wings were splayed oddly on the ground.
Dobby, he thought, would have had a fit.
Five minutes or so later, when the flashback had gone and his stomach had stopped cramping, he took the last three steps to the mirror. It was an antique, handed down from Black to Black, and as classy as they came. Its three facets didn't have personalities; it was not charmed in any way. Malfoys did not indulge in cheap gimmickry.
Outside, a peacock mewed and Draco, caught in the lie, sent his reflection the bitterest of smiles.
Maybe it was the way he'd tilted his chin, or the judgemental angle of his brow, but the next thing Draco knew he was facing a couple of decades' worth of bad luck. He smashed the perfume bottle as well, for good measure, but as his mother's scent reached him he wished he had not.
"Fuck," he said. It echoed strangely, so he said it again.
Malfoys stared the world down and laughed as it burned. So he'd always been told, anyway. Blacks were coolly indifferent to wind, water and fire; they watched the world's events as though from Olympus, with a measured and aloof gaze.
Draco couldn't even look himself in the eye.
Re: Fill, Rebirth, Draco + Lucius
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:16 pm (UTC)Thor, Loki/Thor, our war could break the world (our love could rule it)
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:17 pm (UTC)Supernatural, girl!Dean/Castiel, Burlesque
Date: 2012-01-21 07:32 pm (UTC)Dean is a burlesque dancer. Castiel is the club manager who booked her. Dean thinks Castiel should loosen up a bit.
(Bonus points if Sam is in the band that plays for Dean's show. I'd love some sort of sibling bickering because Dean's taking ages to get ready or something.)
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:47 pm (UTC)You fought off the talons and claws, and now
we stand as a single life before the world.
-excerpt from a Pablo Neruda poem
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:49 pm (UTC)no fic
Date: 2012-01-27 05:09 pm (UTC)Oh, that's adorable.
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-21 07:50 pm (UTC)