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Please remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row
No more than three prompts in the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts, period
If your fill has spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space
Please keep the codemonkeys in mind with your prompts. Examples:
Burn Notice, Mike & gang, Family Game Night
Leverage/Firefly, Mal/Eliot, Fightin' an' fuckin'
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Date: 2012-04-21 06:44 pm (UTC)no fill but
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Date: 2012-04-21 06:48 pm (UTC)Fill: Not Dull
Date: 2012-05-07 12:25 am (UTC)Crouched behind a dumpster (John was pointedly hovering a few inches away; Sherlock didn’t seem to notice, tightly clenching one slimy handle), they watched as the two men and the- whatever that was- disappear into the black Impala and lift smoky scars on the road as they sped away.
John was breathing fast, still trying to blink the bright lights out of his eyes, his hand completely still. Sherlock’s expression, of course, featured only the usual mix of determination and annoyance.
“Hand me my BlackBerry, John.”
Too shocked to argue, John reached into Sherlock’s coat and retrieved the device, watching as the detective immediately began to type madly.
“What was that… what are you doing?” he managed at last.
“Research,” Sherlock said briskly. He looked up from the phone and one of his vibrant, heart-stopping grins leapt to his face. “Finally, something interesting!”
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:45 pm (UTC)Sam remembers hell. In disjointed glimpses and bright flashes of pain, yes, but he remembers. And every part of him, all his sanity and sense, tells him that it's the worst experience of his life.
Except it isn't. Because every time he tries to tell himself that, he remembers something else. He remembers the longing. The utter agony of longing. For the power, and the freedom the blood gave him. The way it made him feel. For the way it made him think that he could protect people, that he could protect Dean.
It makes him remember the way Dean took it away from him. It makes him remember Dean's horrified, terrified face, through the window of the panic room. All the sense, the raggedy ends of his sanity can't make that image okay.
So looking at it now, looking at Dean now, though that very same window, with that very same longing running through him, that feeling of power slowly draining away, with the world gone to shit, and memories of hell trying to force their way into his mind ...
It makes him feel sick, that he slipped. That he fell back on the path that nearly destroyed him the first time.
Because he can deal with hell. Given time, he can deal with it. He can't deal with the way Dean looks at him. He can't deal with Dean being disappointed in him.
Sam's nightmares aren't of hell. He has nightmare of becoming the monster that Dean will someday have to kill, and the panic room ... that hold every memory, every fear ... the panic room is worse than hell.
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:10 pm (UTC)FILL
Date: 2012-09-26 01:56 pm (UTC)Somewhere the dead soul of George Cooper was laughing about getting the better end of a deal with a demon.
If there was ever a human who wasn't fit to be the reigning ruler of hell, it was Sheldon Cooper.
The demon didn't know which kind of demonic ability Sheldon had gotten, if it had even been able to manifest under his overly logical mind.
To develop and train them all these possible and different abilities needed strong emotions to activate them, Azazel assumed the theoretical physicist wasn't even capable of the necessary depth of emotion.
And even if he could, he would never be able to rule hell. Intelligence wasn't enough, demons were warped human souls, having human emotions. Warped and evils one, but they had them. Sheldon lacked a total understanding of motivations and had such a high grade of social ineptude, even the possibility was a desaster in itself.
No, he had to leave this human where he was.
Still, there was Missy Cooper, and contrary to her twin brother she had potential for girl queen of hell.
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:38 pm (UTC)Highlander/X-Men, Methos + Xavier, the only person he’s found whose mind he can’t feel at all
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Date: 2012-04-22 07:34 pm (UTC)Peering Into the Depths
“Scott, please drive us back to the school.”
“Is something wrong, Professor? Is the school alright?”
“No, no, everything is fine.” He sent his old student a sense of calm. “I’d just like to get back to the school for tonight. We can drive back out in the morning.”
Charles had meant to stay the night at the conference hotel rather than return to the school, but that was before he’d seen Dr. Adam Pierson.
Charles had been part of a panel discussion, Societal versus Biological Understandings of the Word ‘Mutant.’ The discussion had gone well, a range of opinions voiced, good questions asked. Dr. Pierson had asked a good question regarding those mutants who pre-dated the word ‘mutant.’ Charles had never studied historical linguistics so he had ever so delicately scanned his co-panelist’s mind in order to further understand the man’s answer. And he had tried to do the same to Dr. Pierson.
Dr. Pierson was…
… very quiet …
… and a long ways down.
It felt like free fall before he jerked himself back.
Not all minds are made equal. Charles doesn’t tell anyone this, though, since it’s bound to give the wrong impression. He absolutely believes that all people should be treated equally. Part of his belief is based on the idea that equal treatment is the best practical option rather than because it’s based on people being equal.
The other part is that while minds vary, they don’t always vary in a way that makes them better or worse. They’re just different. More or less common. More or less compatible with his own mind.
Minds are not equal. And thus, Charles can’t help but interact with them differently.
When he was just making his way down a street, or attending a conference as the case may be, he tended to skim the thoughts that radiated outwards rather than bothering to look any deeper. The thoughts were a light pressure on his mind whether he paid attention to them or not.
Figuring out the meaning of the thoughts varied in difficulty from person to person.
Some thoughts were easy to know, slipping into Charles’ own mind as easily as if they were his own thoughts.
Other thoughts were more difficult, like walking in sync with someone with an odd skip-step. He had to match his own mind to theirs to interpret the thoughts correctly.
Sometimes such tricks were fun, like making his mind match that of a laughing six-year-old, and sometimes it was deeply unpleasant, like twisting his mind to match that of a terrorist.
Fun or unpleasant, easy or difficult, Charles could read people’s minds, he could see them.
Except for Dr. Adam Pierson.
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:39 pm (UTC)Glee/White Collar, author’s choice, Neal Caffrey’s real name is Cooper Anderson, and the reason Blaine never talks about his brother is because he’s a convicted felon.
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Date: 2012-04-21 09:08 pm (UTC)Fill: the battles of your youth, PG
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:39 pm (UTC)Historical, author’s choice, 2010 in a world where Britain lost the French and Indian War
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:40 pm (UTC)Merlin (BBC), Arthur/Merlin, what the legends don’t say is that when Arthur fell in battle, Merlin nearly destroyed the world – only the knowledge that Arthur would return as the Once and Future King stayed his hand
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:41 pm (UTC)Practical Magic movie, Sally + Gillian, they didn’t go back for the tiger’s eye
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Date: 2012-04-21 07:51 pm (UTC)Not a fill...
Date: 2012-04-21 08:22 pm (UTC)Sorry, I just love Toby :)