Tuesday: Zoo
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mahmfic and today's theme is Zoo. Interpret as you wish.
Must... Not... Feed... The... Bears... (Aka The Rules):
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Pleasing the Codemonkeys (Format for all prompts):
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Cabin Pressure, Ensemble, We can't tell Arthur about the new baby polar bears at the zoo.
Castle, Castle/Beckett, a date at Central Park Zoo is ambushed by some of Castle's fans.
Looking at animals and taking pictures of them not your ideal day? Perhaps the lonely prompts is more your fancy.
Have an excellent day everyone.
tag=zoo
mahmfic and today's theme is Zoo. Interpret as you wish.Must... Not... Feed... The... Bears... (Aka The Rules):
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.
Pleasing the Codemonkeys (Format for all prompts):
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Cabin Pressure, Ensemble, We can't tell Arthur about the new baby polar bears at the zoo.
Castle, Castle/Beckett, a date at Central Park Zoo is ambushed by some of Castle's fans.
Looking at animals and taking pictures of them not your ideal day? Perhaps the lonely prompts is more your fancy.
Have an excellent day everyone.
tag=zoo
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:06 am (UTC)Merlin (BBC), Merlin + any mythical creature, he’s not just a lord of dragons
More Ancient (crossover with Lovecraft)
Date: 2012-11-13 10:29 am (UTC)By the time he has occasion to really think about it, years and years have passed, and it is no longer the only time he ever saw the sea. None of the other times, however, felt quite the same as that first. He wakes, gasping and wide-eyed, from a dream of a watery, alien world that feels like home.
"What does it mean?" he murmurs, but no answer occurs to him.
It is not the last time he has the dream. It becomes more frequent as months pass, and he starts to notice some rather peculiar changes when he looks in the mirror; his eyes are more prominent and odd folds have appeared in the skin of his neck. It is easy to hide the changes with a simple glamour - he is so accustomed to keeping secrets that doing so now seems only natural - but all potential results yielded by his research come to nothing.
He is certain that it is related to his dreams, and to the sea.
When all his book-research continues to come to nothing, he decides that the only way he will ever get answers is if he goes back there, to the source of it all; the opaque, ever-shifting ocean. Something like delightful anticipation shivers through him at the thoughts of what he might find there.
It occurs to him that he might be under a spell, but it does not feel like one and he has become good at identifying these things. All his instincts are telling him that it is the ocean that holds the answers, so he goes. He steals away in darkness, like some lawless, creeping thing, with every intention of returning before the sun rises.
When he looks at the sea this time, he feels like there is something singing in his soul, a bit closer to the surface than it was the other time. Almost before he knows what he is doing, he has waded far enough out that the waves batter his calves and his shirt is damp with sea-spray.
He stands there for a long moment, pondering over what to do next. In the end, well, he has come this far already. He may as well take the next step that his instincts are clamouring for.
He wades out a little further, kicking off his shoes as he moves, and then he dives beneath the waves.
The best way of swimming, of moving with and around the currents, comes naturally. He does not even realise at first that he feels no need for air, no burning lungs or blurring vision.
She meets him over the reef.
She is not human; she could not even be mistaken for one at a glance. She is... some sort of sea-monster, vaguely human-sized, with scales and gills and bulging eyes and three-fingered flippers at the ends of her gangly limbs. She appears to be wearing some sort of necklace; what he sees of the material and patterns put him in mind of nothing he has known.
What she has of lips try to twist into a smile, showing a hint of alarmingly sharp teeth. Certain images and ideas start to take shape in his mind; she looks expectant, and he realises that she is communicating with him.
A whole new world of possibilities opens up before him. He will learn so much, and he can be so much, if only he remains here. For a moment, he is tempted.
Then he comes back to himself.
He cannot, will not, remain here. There is still so much to do above. He promised himself that he would return (to Arthur) by sunrise, and nothing short of death will prevent him from keeping that promise.
No, he tells her, and does not look back even once as he swims back to the shore.
He does keep his promise; he gets back (just) before sunrise. No one realises that he was ever gone. He will never tell anyone of what he has learnt.
Maybe one day he will lose everything (Arthur) that he has here. Maybe one day he will be too late to save Arthur. If that day comes, he might return to the ocean; to the Deep Ones that can be his people, if he so chooses.
If given the choice, he will die saving Arthur instead.
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:08 am (UTC)Princess Diaries movieverse, Clarisse, her first major project after marrying Rupert was to upgrade every zoo in Genovia (she hated seeing the animals kept in tiny, barren cages)
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:11 am (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Kurt’s a dhampyr and Blaine’s a weregrizzly. High-school goes a little differently.
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:13 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki + any avenger, Loki was kidnapped by a rare creatures collecter when he was very young and the Avengers just busted up the illegal trafficking ring
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Date: 2012-11-13 12:30 pm (UTC)Somebody fill this please.
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:17 am (UTC)White Collar/Inception(/RED), Arthur&Neal as Frank's twin sons, Neal didn't like the zoo even when he was a kid
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Date: 2012-11-15 01:57 am (UTC)And we're talking four, five years old. There Frank was... trying to show his boys a good time; you know, doing what normal little boys do with their daddies.
And Neal gets all quiet. Frank doesn't know why or what to do about it, so he does nothing, and then Neal starts to pout. By the time Junior's glaring at popcorn vendors and Frank's saying, "What gives?" they've got another problem... Because Arthur just bit a zookeeper.
"I can't take you boys anywhere, you know that?" Frank asks, afterward.
Outside. In the car, where everyone is safe from Frank's rabid or just surly toddlers. For fuck's sake.
"It wasn' me," Arthur says, but even at four Arthur knows better than to lie to his old man. Or to shirk responsibility for something he's done. Frank knows immediately what Arthur is saying.
"Neal, why did your brother bite a goddamned zookeeper?"
Neal is no longer pouting, but he may as well be. He's giving Frank the sad eyes through his rearview mirror. Frank would find it cute if not for the having just been banned from the park for a summer. Their mom would never let Frank hear the end of this if she was still with them.
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:26 am (UTC)(Come on. It's a zoo theme, and yet there's no Penguins yet?)
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:27 am (UTC)Fill: Avengers, Steve
Date: 2012-11-13 01:10 pm (UTC)As terrible as it sounds, it was easier in war. The things were clear-cut: his side were Good Guys. They were Bad Guys. And he was strong now; he forgot all the undeserved punches once he fulfilled his dream and needed to suffer them no more.
But he shouldn't have forgotten that he was not the only punching bag.
When Steve heard all the details about the projectile Tony sent into the portal, something in his stomach churned. But he protected the people, not the goverment, he said to himself.
Not even the triumph over the one true Bad Guy brought him much joy; kicking his ass was one thing. Seeing him dragged off muzzled did not sit well with him no matter how many times he reminded himself of Agent Coulson. Steve didn't like to think about what kind of justice system a world with values bloodthirsty Vikings admired, the world where humans were seen as puny people to be crashed or coddled as they pleased, a world that would claim a whole race evil, would have. Yet no one mentioned that maybe he should be tried in the place he wronged first.
But it was Bruce who opened his eyes. Bruce, who destroyed over half of Chitauri army. Bruce, who hadn't laid a hand on a civilian.
And yet all the newspapers buzzed with questions about why such monster is roaming free. After witnessing him save thousands single-handedly.
And Steve began to remember. What it was like, before serum, before cause, ghettos, law of the strong. He set out, walking just past Harlem, and saw little changed. He used his new-found technology skills to browse hate crime statistics. Rape statistics.
What really changed in fifty years, besides technology and letter of law?
What, then, did Steve fight for?
And then a link caught his eye.
He left the shield at Agent Coulson's grave. He brushed up on his talents; drawing mish-mash of coat on his costume was more fun than he had in years, not even taking his long sleep into account. He found it amusing that first letter remained the same.
Joe Vanzonni rubbed his palms. Tonight's cut was huge. He knew that pit bull runt will be a success.
He opened the doors to his office and blanched when he saw a bizarre-looking stranger inside. He opened his mouth to call his guards, then noticed them lying at his feet.
"Now," spoke the masked stranger softly, "you will tell me all about your dog-fighting ring. All your associates in all cities. All people who benefit. All breeders. Everything."
Joe nodded, sweating. His grandmother always told him that one shouldn't argue with madmen, and someone who wore a spandex bodysuit in all the colours of the rainbow, with random spots and stripes and scales and feathers on the top of them, definitely belonged in that category.
Clint was baffled, wondering what Coulson would think.
Natasha sat and waited for Fury's orders.
Bruce smiled sadly and went back to his research.
Tony smirked and started to plan Captain Animal Sanctuary.
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Date: 2012-11-13 06:30 am (UTC)Tiny little mini-fill
Date: 2012-11-13 03:00 pm (UTC)"A unicorn? Yeah."
"No. Tell me it's a donkey with a horn taped to its head."
"Nope. Unicorn. Riding on a silver moonbeam. And-"
Bfffffffftttt
"Did it just-"
"Shoot a rainbow out of its ass? Yep."
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