OOC Friday
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comment_ficThis is the day we've all been waiting for forever. The prompt for Friday is OOC (out of character)! What's that one thing you've always wanted that character to do, but could never really see happening? Today is the day to prompt it! I'd love to see crackfics come out of this, but bonus points are for people who manage to write these things in character!
The rules are as follows:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted like this:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
I'm seriously begging you to write these:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Gay cruise
Leverage, Sophie, Winning an Academy Award
NCIS, Gibbs, Star of the fashion show
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have a grand old time!
tag=ooc
The rules are as follows:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted like this:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
I'm seriously begging you to write these:
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Gay cruise
Leverage, Sophie, Winning an Academy Award
NCIS, Gibbs, Star of the fashion show
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have a grand old time!
tag=ooc
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Date: 2013-03-15 11:24 am (UTC)Red Sky, Take Warning (Black Butler)
Date: 2013-03-16 07:17 am (UTC)Every now and then, Lizzy Midford goes for walks alone in her favourite dark red dress, the one with a sheath for her favourite sword hidden under the ample skirts.
She remembers how she felt when her Ciel was taken. Everyone else thought that he was dead, but she always felt like she would know if he was dead. No... someone had taken her Ciel, and she was furious.
That was when she did it. She ran away, using her grief as excuse and cover, and she went after a particular nobleman; one that she saw watching Ciel a little bit too closely in the weeks before the disaster.
Even then, she was a veritable protégé with a sword. She supposed this was no real preparation to kill or torture, but...
He might have taken my Ciel! she thought, and rage drummed loud and frantic inside her head.
She found the nobleman. She lured him with an act of little girl lost and in distress, and pretended not to notice the predator's gleam in his eyes.
Probably she would not have noticed, had she not so recently seen a similar, if milder, gleam in big green eyes peering from her looking glass.
He did not expect her sword at his throat. He did not really believe the threat, either, perhaps not even as blood flowed like thin red ribbons from shallow cuts.
"You won't really do it," he said, over and over. "Sweet little thing like you..."
"Put it down, sweetheart," he said.
She bungled that first kill. She didn't expect his sudden move to escape, and cut too deep too soon. He lay gurgling amongst the alley filth, unable to speak but trying to build the strength to yell, and she had to put her blade through his heart instead of getting the information she wanted.
She had heard stories of boys at war, of the wretched horror felt with their first kill. She always supposed that she would feel something similar if she ever killed someone, that she would be pale and shaking and throwing up.
She did not. She looked at the blood on her blade and blending in with the fabric of her dress, and she did not feel wretched or horrified or even a little bit ill.
This was abnormal, wasn't it? But then, she was already abnormal for doing this in the first place. What did a little more... depravity matter?
She decided that she would have to practice. No one would miss a few wild animals, surely. After all, hunters killed wild animals all the time.
She never killed a rabbit, or anything as cute as that.
That wouldn't be cute at all.
She practiced with wild animals, nothing too cute, and then she hunted the big game; humans who might know what had become of her Ciel. She became very good at it, and at covering her tracks.
If I spill enough blood, she thought, maybe it will please some pagan god or the denizens of hell. Maybe they'll bring Ciel back to me.
She liked that thought, that she might make something happy enough to do her favours.
When her Ciel came back, damaged and without cheer, she smiled and laughed and hugged him, and silently vowed that she would protect him and make sure he smiled again, as well. She looked at the new butler in black, with red eyes like wine (blood), and smiled and thanked him.
Little Lizzy is bright as the sun, and she likes to sneak off to walk alone in her favourite red dress. Her Ciel never smiles anymore, and she only ever smiles to an audience. In fact, she always smiles to an audience, and no one ever thinks that she might be a killer.
Maybe Sebastian, her Ciel's red-eyed butler, knows. He isn't telling, but he never tells anything unless he is asked.
Lizzy does not know when she started to love blood and death. It isn't very cute, but she does not want to stop, and she's just sure that if she keeps on trying she will find a way to make it cute. Maybe then she can share her biggest secret with her Ciel.
Maybe, but probably not. What if he tries to stop being hers, then?
Re: Red Sky, Take Warning (Black Butler)
From:Re: Red Sky, Take Warning (Black Butler)
From:Fill, Dexter/Death Note, Rita+Rem
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Date: 2013-03-15 02:51 pm (UTC)[Fill] cathexis, 1/2
Date: 2013-03-16 08:36 am (UTC)/
When Grantaire steps into the small flat, he stops dead in his tracks. Enjolras is curled up on the red sofa, drinking from a glass half-filled with wine. Grantaire's wine. Enjolras has never really eschewed the wonders of alcohol, despite his disparaging remarks to his flatmate after one too many drinks, but Grantaire rarely sees Enjolras so relaxed.
"You look like a cat," Grantaire blurts out, before abruptly blushing and heading to the kitchen. The groceries are hastily unpacked to the sniggers from the living room. He needs a drink.
"Have a drink," Enjolras says, when Grantaire re-enters with a hand tangled through his dark hair. This only serves to make Grantaire feel even more bewildered, as if he's stepped into an alternate universe altogether. Enjolras's cheeks are flushed a light pink, and his lips are very red.
Grantaire accepts the glass of wine, and skulks beside the bookcase. He watches Bahorel, Bossuet, Feuilly, and Courfeyrac play a game of Monopoly. Naturally, Boussuet is losing.
"Why aren't you at work?" Grantaire asks Enjolras, who's gotten up to join him in the rather grey corner of the room. He's brought one of the cushions along.
Enjolras muses for a little while, and Grantaire is slightly alarmed when Enjolras takes a rather large gulp of wine. "I didn't feel like revolution today," he answers, finally, his speech slurring just a tad.
Grantaire can't help the gasp. He stares at Combeferre, sitting close by in the armchair, for an explanation.
"Enjolras would like a day off," Combeferre says without looking up from the overly large book in his lap. "He is entitled to it."
"And is there nothing wrong with that?" Grantaire splutters, wine nearly sloshing over his trousers. He whips his head back around to see Enjolras tilting his head back against the wall. His lips are now prominently wet as well as red. Grantaire should not find the sight of a stray strand of golden hair in between them particularly titillating.
"I wrote a poem about it," Jehan says. He scampers around to sit next to Grantaire. The space squashed in between the bookcase and the television gets more cramped. Jehan rifles through his pockets to fish out one of Joly's many notices about healthy living that they all pretty much ignore. He is lucky that Joly has to discuss something with Professor Lemarque. "I read it to Montparnasse over the phone," he murmurs dreamily.
Enjolras starts at that, glaring past Grantaire at Jehan, who's already reciting poetry about Idealism being one of the people. Grantaire's observation that he looks like a cat stands; Enjolras looks like he's about to start hissing at the reminder of Montparnasse charming the floral pants off of beloved Jehan.
[Fill] cathexis, 2/2
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Date: 2013-03-15 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-16 02:25 am (UTC)A shiver ran down his spine as he looked at the Doctor’s friend. The being was old, highly revered in the Universe, and known for his kindness and gentleness but something about him unnerved Jack; he just couldn’t identify the reason for the chill in his bones.
“Jack?” The Doctor turned on him those questioning eyes. “Aren’t you going to say hello?”
It took a moment for him to realize he’d just been standing there, staring idiotically. “Uh, hello?”
The Doctor frowned, gaze jarring Jack’s nerves already on edge, while Face of Boe watched, amusement and delight distorting his features.
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Date: 2013-03-15 03:21 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Sheriff + Stiles, watching his son become someone he doesn't know
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Date: 2013-03-15 03:23 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), pack + Stiles, they think it's out of character for Stiles to execute people who have already surrendered
(it's not)
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Date: 2013-03-16 03:00 am (UTC)The force of those furious eyes burned him to his core, taking the fun out of watching Ianto being hit on by dozens of men seduced by the swing of those hips, the curve of his eyebrows, the button nose, and those beautiful Welsh vowels. He couldn’t blame them, Jack was seduced as well.
“Jack,” his voiced hissed. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”
He smiled the most innocent smile he could pull off (not an easy task, even for a seasoned con-man like himself). “Ianto, it’s for the good of the planet… you know saving the world and all.”
The cold fury in those eyes remained focused on him as Ianto turned slightly and uttered, “I’m taken and monogamous” to a man still about five feet away, but with a desire clearly evident in his lusty gaze.
Jack managed a half grin before an elbow connected with his ribs. “Save the world? If I ever find out you lied to me to get me here, you will regret it for the rest of all your lives.”
Ianto stormed away muttering to himself, “They’ll be aliens there, Ianto. Save the world, Ianto…”
Jack smiled, Ianto was adorable when angry.
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Date: 2013-03-15 06:18 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV)(/Supernatural), pack + Stiles, they don't even realize how weird he's been acting until his eyes flash black
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Date: 2013-03-15 06:21 pm (UTC)Glee, author's choice, Tina spent more time in her hallucination!verse
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Date: 2013-03-15 06:23 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt + author's choice, realizing that all the murders happening lately were committed by the gay kid
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