Friday: Body Horror
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comment_ficFriday! I'm clay_roses, and today's theme is "body horror". Any interpretation is welcome.
The rules still haven't changed:
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 as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Examples:
+ The Wizard of Oz, Scarecrow, she scared the stuffing out of him
+ Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, he still dreams of black ooze
+ Teen Wolf, Derek, his alpha form wasn't supposed to look like this
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Thank you everyone for a great week! Have fun and happy Friday!
tag=body horror
The rules still haven't changed:
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 as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Examples:
+ The Wizard of Oz, Scarecrow, she scared the stuffing out of him
+ Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, he still dreams of black ooze
+ Teen Wolf, Derek, his alpha form wasn't supposed to look like this
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Thank you everyone for a great week! Have fun and happy Friday!
tag=body horror
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Date: 2013-04-05 05:14 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles + Jackson, Stiles was accidently controlling the kanima and didn’t know it
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Date: 2013-04-05 05:14 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), author’s choice, Stiles Stilinski is the last person you’d want to turn against his will
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Date: 2013-04-05 05:15 am (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles, the monsters don’t live under his bed – they live in his heart
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Date: 2013-04-05 05:16 am (UTC)BoyA, Jack, Jack the Ripper
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Date: 2013-04-05 05:17 am (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki,och, it’s well for you, white moon that’s turning round, turning round, as you please yourself, and no man can put you back. I wish I was the same as you.
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Date: 2013-04-06 12:45 am (UTC)It's still warm ...
It shouldn't be. The blood is tacky, his arm is freezing ... but what's clutched in his hand is still warm! And that's the worst part. The very worst part.
See, he knows defeat. He knows humiliation. He knows hurt. He's a lawyer for crissake. A damn good one, but still no stranger to bad days. He's had a past like he did, and a job like he does, and why the hell does this hurt so much?!
He had glared at Angel as the smug son of a bitch had walked away. Hated him in that moment, as he'd held his burning stump to his chest.
And yet, he can't find it in him to really hate Angel, even as he holds the warm hand in front of his face. His stump is still bleeding slightly, cold against his chest, and that should worry him but ... his hand is warm.
His hand still feels warm, and Angel has walked away again and Lindsey still doesn't really hate him and that hurts more than it ever should.
Hurts less than it should, and that scares him but ...
But ...
Why is his hand still warm?
I am the queen of run on lines. Or why I shouldn't write fic at 2am. Even still, hope it's alright ... Edited, because my grammar and spelling aren't worth a damn.
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Date: 2013-04-05 10:37 am (UTC)PG, Peter Pan
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Date: 2013-04-05 10:37 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2013-04-07 05:38 pm (UTC)He had been a creature made, not born, and his creator had eschewed his right to a name. He spends his days trapped in a lonely and cold existence, searching for an identity, knowing he has a right to live, but unable to convince anyone else of such.
He's a patchwork person, he knows, an amalgamation of many parts stitched together like a macabre puzzle. A shoulder, from one man. The thigh of another. And he discovers that each piece possesses its own memories.
Sometimes, at night, the ghosts of his body whisper to him their secrets.
One hand knows the curve of a violin, the easy dance of fingers over tense strings. The other wraps around a blade with such familiarity. There's artwork inked over his left hip, just next to the stitching. CLARA, it reads, and he wonders if possibly a part of her resides in him too.
The other day, he'd awoken from a restless slumber, and discovered a dead right leg. This thing, this log, attached to his torso. A horrible thing. It wasn't his. It couldn't be. A man should know his own limbs. And yet…
Perhaps he is not in want of an identity. Perhaps, instead, he carries too many.
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