Saturday Free-For-All
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comment_ficHappy Saturday, everyone! All prompts are accepted today, so get those imaginations fired up.
Please remember the rules:
- No more than three prompts in any one fandom.
- No more than five prompts in a row. If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to leave another prompt.
- No spoilers in prompts.
- If your fill has spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space.
Also, keep the codemonkeys in mind and format your prompts like so:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, more than you will see
Suits, Harvey/Mike, "That's not what I meant and you know it"
Covenant, Reid/Tyler, author's choice
Have fun!
Please remember the rules:
- No more than three prompts in any one fandom.
- No more than five prompts in a row. If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to leave another prompt.
- No spoilers in prompts.
- If your fill has spoilers, please warn and leave plenty of space.
Also, keep the codemonkeys in mind and format your prompts like so:
Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, more than you will see
Suits, Harvey/Mike, "That's not what I meant and you know it"
Covenant, Reid/Tyler, author's choice
Have fun!
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Date: 2012-06-16 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-16 02:53 pm (UTC)Never Work with Children (they're animals)
Date: 2012-08-16 10:59 am (UTC)Fury narrows his good eye at the agent. “Tell me son, do you know how the Avengers were reverted to how they were when they were six?”
“No sir.”
“Do you know how to change them back?”
“No sir. But we have the best minds in the world working for-”
“Yeah, and one of those minds is currently finger-painting with what use to be Captain America while the other plays heroes and villains with our resident bull-in-a-china-shop demigod.”
“S.H.I.E.L.D. has other scientists besides Stark and Banner.”
“You mean those white coats who would rather keep my Avengers as guinea pigs than change them back? I saw them salivating when they took their preliminary readings; I don’t blame Agent Barton for biting that one mother-fucker who was particularly handsy when he took his blood.”
“At least they won’t attempt to kill the Avengers while they’re vulnerable!”
“Loki won’t kill them. After he finished laughing his crazy ass off he said it was no fun squashing an opponent who can’t fight back. He’ll wait until they’re back to normal before he reverts to his usual homicidal self. Besides, I think Stark is starting to grow on him. That batshit mother-fucker was definitely pleased when he saw the kid had used him as inspiration for his super-villain costume. And I doubt he would have given Agent Romanoff lessons on how a queen is supposed to sit if he was going to hurt her the minute my back was turned.”
“So you’re saying you trust Loki? You trust the guy that tried to take over the world not to take out his enemies while he has the chance?”
“Were you not listening to what I just said?!” is what Fury wants to say. What he says instead is, “Agent, are you volunteering to babysit the Avengers? Because that sure sounds like what you’re doing.” Fury turns to the woman leaning against the console behind him and asks, “What do you think Agent Hill? Does it sound like he’s volunteering to relieve Loki of his babysitting duties?”
Agent Hill’s lips twist into a sneer. There’s bright green paint in her hair, the remnants of dinner on her boots, a mark on her forehead from where Clint shot her with his toy bow and arrows, and another on her cheek courtesy of Natasha. She’s also slightly singed from one of Bruce and Tony’s failed experiments. “That’s exactly what it sounds like to me.”
Fury smiles sardonically as he returns his attention to the agent. “You’re in luck son because I’m feeling gracious enough to grant your request. Go tell Loki his services are no longer required because you’re taking over. Let’s see how well he takes his new source of entertainment being stripped from him.”
The colour drains from the agent’s face. “Sir, would it be alright if I returned to work and pretended this conversation never happened?” the agent squeaks.
Fury leans forward with a vicious smile. “Son, that is the smartest thing you’ve said all day.”
Re: Never Work with Children (they're animals)
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Date: 2012-06-16 02:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-17 05:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-06-16 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-16 02:57 pm (UTC)(There you go, my friend. Have fun!)
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Date: 2012-06-16 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-06-16 03:04 pm (UTC)um. i have no idea. hope you like!
Date: 2014-10-22 03:45 am (UTC)Five thousand years ago, he had no name. He just was. Like the light above, he rose and slept, and walked.
Four thousand years ago, there were no watchers and no one remembered.
Three thousand years ago, four brothers rode out of the sun and ruled the world.
Two thousand years ago, a man and his brother broke bread hidden away in a forest so deep and thick it could never have ended.
One thousand years ago, Rebecca introduced her student to William and called him an old man.
Nine hundred years ago, a name was murmured in the shadows.
Eight hundred years ago, rumor ran in certain circles that there was a man older than time.
Seven hundred years ago, a watcher watched. He heard a name shouted in a plea and wrote it down.
Six hundred years ago, a watcher edited chronicles as he liked, inserting here and there a name.
Five hundred years ago, a watcher listened and remembered and documented.
Four hundred years ago, a man killed and a watcher recorded.
Three hundred years ago, a rumor became legend.
Two hundred years ago, a watcher argued passionately that legend is not fact.
One hundred years ago, a man vanished in plain sight.
Last year... last year, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod asked, "Methos?"
In a hundred years, a watcher will edit chronicles as he likes for there is no fact and no fiction – only what is written and remembered and believed.
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Date: 2012-06-16 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-16 03:07 pm (UTC)The North Remembers and is Remembered.
Date: 2012-06-17 07:26 pm (UTC)Ned Stark loved his dutiful wife more than power or glory, and he did not want a kingdom. Ned Stark was an honorable man; by refusing the throne, he sent it into the hands of a raper.
An honorable man deserved an honorable death or, if at all possible, an honorable life. Up in the North, where lords had no executioner, Ned had given many a dishonorable man a clean and noble end. If Robert had had his way, every traitor to the crown would have had his chest smashed in like Rhaegar's; Robert preferred blood to rubies, whilst Ned had cared for neither.
Though they were not related, Joffrey paid as much attention to her demands as Robert had. Ravens to the Wall were no match for the swift whistle of an axe as Ser Ilyn gave Ned Stark the ugly death her husband had deserved.
Re: The North Remembers and is Remembered.
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Date: 2012-06-16 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-16 03:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-06-16 03:16 pm (UTC)But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really f****d it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
YOU EVIL MINX!
Date: 2012-06-16 03:30 pm (UTC)Also, I think that Mumford and Sons describes every relationship ever.
Re: YOU EVIL MINX!
From:X-Men, Logan/Rogue, So Much For My Happy Ending
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