Tisdag: Lets Get Lovecrafty!

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Hello again! This is ravenspear, back for another day of thrilling heroics guest hosting.

On this beautiful Tuesday, we're going to take a walk on the sanity-rending side. That's right, today's theme is Lovecraft! And don't worry, fandoms aren't limited to only H.P. Lovecraft's works, but prompts today have to have a decidedly Lovecraftian flair; dark gods, eldritch horrors, abominations from beyond space and time, and Things That Should Not Be. 

As usual, you have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you may then prompt again.
♥ No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
♥ No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.


And remember to honor our codemonkey overlords with proper prompt formatting:

Fandom; Character prompt
Fandom; Character/Character; prompt
Fandom/Fandom; Character(s)/Pairing(s); prompt

If you don't find any of the day's prompts to your liking, feel free to head on over to the Lonely Prompts Archive and make someone's day!

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Comments

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, was one of them supposed to support it, and if so, which of them? Because in the one hand it was a god, but on the other hand it was evil. And vice versa, of course.

Fill, then why call him god?

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

"Better late than never," said Crowley under his breath. His lips had curled back in the sort of smile the lower-downs would expect him to produce after meeting God and finding Him like this. "Right, Aziraphale?"

"Better late. God being dead would have solved the Epicurean conundrum right off the bat. Having him show up and start smiting indiscriminately--" Aziraphale waved a hand at the destruction they could see through the windscreen. "Quite frankly, it's a little embarrassing."

Embarrassing for Aziraphale, yes. Which by default made it a victory for Crowley. A defection from the big man himself? Even better, what if he'd been this way all along? It was glorious.

It was completely incorrect.

God was supposed to be good. God defined good. If God was torturing his creations and hurling them into an abyss rent in the fabric of reality, then where did that leave Crowley? Perhaps he was now a prized member of the heavenly flock. Perhaps Crowley would be praised and Aziraphale damned. But if Crowley's role was to oppose God, and God was a textbook psychopath, did that mean Crowley needed to donate his suits to the charity shop and start taking in strays?

From the frown upon the angel's face, Aziraphale was grappling with similar metaphysical issues. Two tornadoes, five swarms of locusts and one flash flood later - not to mention three plays of Bohemian Rhapsody - Aziraphale turned to him, shrugged, and rubbed at his eyes.

"Ineffable?"

"On the contrary, darling," said Crowley, reversing into another timezone and parking at the beach. "Very effable indeed. Effing inconvenient, that's what. Effing confusing. Gods're supposed to affirm your identity, not subvert it."

"Vodka?"

"Please."

Re: Fill, then why call him god?

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

*grins at them* Awesome, darling, and pass the vodka? *grins*

Re: Fill, then why call him god?

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

This is excellent! I really need to read this book again. :D

Re: Fill, then why call him god?

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Hah! Thank you, this was just what I needed.

"Very effing indeed. Effing confusing." Hah! I love this.