Tuesday: Dictionary Definitions
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mahmfic. The theme for today is Dictionary Definitions. Your prompt should be a definition for a word (any word will do) in the dictionary, but please do not include the word in which you are defining in your prompt.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Sherlock BBC, Sherlock, A person who causes contention or discord.
Doctor Who, The Doctor, Renewal; restoration; renovation; repair.
If you don't like today's theme, look at the lonely prompts.
Enjoy!
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mahmfic. The theme for today is Dictionary Definitions. Your prompt should be a definition for a word (any word will do) in the dictionary, but please do not include the word in which you are defining in your prompt.Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Sherlock BBC, Sherlock, A person who causes contention or discord.
Doctor Who, The Doctor, Renewal; restoration; renovation; repair.
If you don't like today's theme, look at the lonely prompts.
Enjoy!
tag=dictionarydefinitions
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Date: 2012-06-26 04:22 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki + Thor, lack of importance; insignificance
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Date: 2012-06-29 01:55 am (UTC)He rocks in it like a cradle. It speaks to him, this icy embrace, of mother's teat and gentle voice, of deepest memory, lost long ago. Slowly the terror of the fall melts away.
He floats.
It's like sleep, but not. He sees; he watches; black and deepest blue; the bright flare of suns; the pale tracings of the old and dying. It dwarfs him in its majesty. His mind expands wide to take it all in, consuming it like the finest meal.
He comes to know that the cold will not fail him. It will lead him to the proper place, the proper time.
He rests and waits.
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Date: 2012-06-26 04:23 am (UTC)Fill - Fire and Ashes
Date: 2012-06-26 12:08 pm (UTC)Death. Regeneration. Remaking. Sometimes he wonders, if a phoenix feels the same, if the phoenix knew or knows what it feels like. A death in fire, every time. A death in pain, every time. Burn away the old life, the old form, put on some newer one.
Except it doesn’t work. Or maybe it does, for the phoenix, but not for him. Death does not burn away the old life. Death does not purify his sins. An unconscionable loss, every time, the loss of who he was, but never the loss of who he is. The base of him, that bloodied thing, the Doctor.
He remembers so many reactions, to those deaths, layered across each other. So many in pain, so many staggering him, twisting him, changing him. He remembers anger. Desperation. Acceptance. Hope. Utter refusal. Desperate longing. Joy. He remembers wanting to change, to fling himself free inside a new face from what had bound him. He remembers hating the thought of it, desperate to hold onto who he was then, desperate not to have to look at himself from a new face, and see the truth of the old one. He remembers. He knows, so long as he lives, so long as there is a thing inside him that endures, he will feel each of them, all of them, again.
Because he remembers. Because he still is. Because, whatever face, whatever form, whatever disguise to pretend the old sins were not his, the new ones not their echoes … He is still the Doctor. He is still the man who stole the TARDIS, still the man who broke the rules, still the man who was imprisoned on Earth, still the man who flung himself free, still the man who tried to murder Davros, who sacrificed himself so that his companion might live, still the man who screamed in fury at his people, still the man who played chess with monsters, still the man who fell to Earth, who fought the Time War, who murdered his own people. Still the man who stood with someone’s hand in his, and felt the universe race beneath him. Still the man who stood in judgement, victorious, arrogant, proud. Still the man who died. Over and over again. Still the man who lived. Over and over again.
A death in fire, yes. A rebirth, yes. A new face, yes.
But never a new soul. And oh, oh, how old his soul is growing. How heavy his soul is weighing. Because it is not rebirth, not really. Nor regeneration, at the base of it. Nothing so clean, so purifying, so redemptive as that.
A changing of the masks, maybe. Or simply a cycle of life and death, endless and unmitigated, the reward and the punishment all at once. Because he deserves no less, because he deserves no more.
Because he is the Doctor. And he will change, and change again, and grow wearied, and old, and burned by this circle of fire, but always, always will he remain that bloodied thing. That oncoming storm. That healer and murderer and friend.
Always, no matter the face, he remains … the Doctor.
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Date: 2012-06-26 04:24 am (UTC)Kings, Jack/David or Jack + David, to make a king of; cause to be or become a king; crown.
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Date: 2012-06-26 04:26 am (UTC)SWAT, Gamble + Street, to disappoint the hopes or expectations of; be disloyal to
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Date: 2012-06-26 04:27 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Tony Stark, anything that disguises or conceals; disguise; pretense
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Date: 2012-06-26 04:28 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Clint + Loki, exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc. the power to determine action without restraint.
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Date: 2012-06-26 05:00 am (UTC)Fill, De Nile, 1/1 (sort of schmoopy, and contains a nod to SPN)
Date: 2012-07-09 12:38 pm (UTC)Demons like Crowley have developed a taste for humanity and its many small acts of damnation. Self-interest, sloth, avarice, wrath ... from causing delays on the M25 to collecting eternal souls in exchange for ephemeral pleasures, Crowley is something of an expert when it comes to human sin. He can recognise a murderer at three hundred paces. He can pick out the pyromaniac at a fireworks display, so well-tuned is his understanding of the human race.
Crowley doesn't like to brag - he loves to - and he thinks he has a handle on angels as well. Angels aren't above envy, gluttony, or desire; they simply pretend otherwise. The longer they inhabit a vessel, the easier they are to read, and right now Aziraphale's emotions might as well be flashing neon signs.
So Crowley doesn't understand why the daft bugger's reacting so strangely. Either Crowley's wrong - which he knows he isn't - or Aziraphale's embarrassed. It would be endearing if it weren't such an annoyance.
Crowley sighs into the space that Aziraphale vacated mere seconds ago. He screws his eyes closed and focuses, and when he opens them again he's in the middle of the South American jungle.
"Hi, darling," he says. Aziraphale drops his survival guide. "Have you forgotten that I can follow you anywhere?"
Aziraphale disappears without replying, but Crowley anticipates it, and a fraction of a second later they're both sitting on top of the Sphinx.
"You know," says Crowley, gesturing to the ribbon of water below them, "that's not just a river in Egypt."
"What on earth are you talking about?" says Aziraphale, forgetting himself.
"Doesn't matter. Look, you're overcomplicating this."
Aziraphale sighs, and surveys the arid, windless landscape. For a second, Crowley thinks he's going to make a run for it again, but eventually Aziraphale speaks, looking anywhere but at him.
"You're a demon. Demons tempt. It's what they do."
Crowley isn't about to let Aziraphale know how much that stings, so he plasters on an over-sweet smile.
"Did you miss the part where I was excommunicated for preventing the apocalypse? If you want something that I'm more than willing--"
Aziraphale snorts, and understanding hits Crowley like a crowbar to the head.
"This isn't because of some perceived sin, is it?" Crowley feels like slapping him. "Of all the moronic, idiotic--"
"You don't have to--"
"Shut up," says Crowley. "You think I've been coming to your bookshop for the past few centuries because I actually like to read? Please. Remember the second apocalypse, with the Winchesters? Of course you don't--because I didn't tell you about it. If I'd been caught in the crossfire as we slammed Lucifer into the Cage, at least you'd have been out of it. Damn it, Aziraphale, you--"
"Crowley--"
"If you gloat about the power of love, I will burn your rarest books."
Aziraphale takes Crowley's hand, and together, legs dangling over the edge of the Sphinx's headdress, they watch the sun set. Aziraphale doesn't say anything, but Crowley understands him all the same.
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