Thursday | No Powers
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comment_ficHey, guys~! Some of you might be out celebrating a holiday, but the week isn’t over yet. (Please come back. D:)
Today's theme: no powers. Take all of the spell casters, aliens, mutants, mutates, gods, angels, demons, immortals, spirits, undead, shape shifters, (whew) and anyone else with extraordinary abilities and turn them into regular Joes and plain Janes. You don’t have to create a completely AU setting -- simply blocking their powers somehow could work, too. Either way, let’s see how they act/react in this situation and interact with their average human counterparts.
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Today's theme: no powers. Take all of the spell casters, aliens, mutants, mutates, gods, angels, demons, immortals, spirits, undead, shape shifters, (whew) and anyone else with extraordinary abilities and turn them into regular Joes and plain Janes. You don’t have to create a completely AU setting -- simply blocking their powers somehow could work, too. Either way, let’s see how they act/react in this situation and interact with their average human counterparts.
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+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts per fandom
+ If one or more of your prompts is filled today, then you may prompt again
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Falling Skies, Ben + author’s choice, AU in which the aliens do not harness and modify children
D.N.Angel, Daisuke + or / Satoshi, they’re two ordinary students -- a rampant work of art causes them to forget everything else between them
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
Doctor Who/The History Boys, Ten or Eleven + or / author’s choice, Mr. Smith is a teacher in 1980s Sheffield
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Date: 2013-07-11 07:07 am (UTC)He can almost pinpoint what the dream was about. He can remember flying—or was it falling?—and a girl’s face, Riku (or Risa?) from class and being him but not him. It is a ridiculous idea, but Daisuke can’t shake the feeling that when he looks in the mirror to brush his teeth he should be seeing someone else reflected back at him.
There isn’t an obstacle course in the hallway. Mom has breakfast waiting. Daisuke’s father is drinking coffee and Grandpa is reading the paper. There is something wrong with feeling surprised to see his own father at the kitchen table.
“Something wrong, Daisuke?” Mom asks. She has pancakes. It isn’t even his birthday.
“No.” He smiles and the weird feeling slides away. “It’s fine.”
At school, Daisuke looks at Riku and Risa and feels nothing though something tells him he should be feeling butterflies or have his palms sweating. Risa croons over some boy band lead singer. Riku laughs at something Takeshi told her. Daisuke passes lunch sketching a man with wings and a flirtatious smile. It doesn’t feel quite right, so he adds a reflection. The white winged man smiles as well, but his smile promises pain where his reflection offers pleasure. Daisuke has no idea where they came from in his mind but they feel right.
Hiwatari is in the art room after class. Daisuke wishes he knew why seeing Hiwatari painting makes him want to cry.
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Something is missing from Satoshi’s world. The school work is easy—like he has done it all before. His classmates give him wide berth. He goes to class, paints with an ease that makes something in him uneasy and sad at the same time, and goes home. There is nothing more. There should be something more. He can’t remember what, but this cannot be all that his life is. Satoshi thinks he should be doing something more with his life. If only he could remember what.
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Niwa paints a man over and over and over. He has purple hair, purple eyes, and a smile that makes Satoshi want to paint over the canvas.
They aren’t friends, but Satoshi paints next to Niwa four days a week.
Satoshi paints Niwa with wings.
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There is a blond demon in his dreams. It wears the face of an angel and promises to kill him. But only after they kill someone else first. For some reason Satoshi considers burning his paintbrushes after these dreams. He never does.
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Date: 2013-07-04 05:07 am (UTC)(Couldn’t decide between “Allons-y!” and Lockwood déjà vu, haha.)
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Date: 2013-07-04 07:05 am (UTC)Fill - "Lacking"
Date: 2013-07-05 01:16 am (UTC)Winry and Alphonse found him down by the river, heaving rocks into the water, snarling and cursing with each throw. They didn’t come quiet, but Edward didn’t even turn around to acknowledge them, too busy pitching rocks. Alphonse, still using his crutch, sat down on the gnarled root of an old tree. Winry gathered up rocks, setting them down in easy reach.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Edward snapped, when realization set in.
“We came to see about you, Ed,” Alphonse said, and Winry nodded.
“You don’t have to. Go on back to the house.”
“No.” Winry set another rock down. “Not until you tell us what’s going on, Ed.”
“It’s none of your business, Winry!” he said, his forearms cording with how tightly he fisted his hands.
“We’re going to find out sooner or later, Ed, and you know you’ll feel better if you tell us.” Winry offered him a rock.
Lip curling, he spurned it to grab another one from the ground, shying it out over the river. “Damn it!”
Alphonse and Winry exchanged a glance. “Ed,” he said, struggling up to his feet, “come on. Tell us what this is about.”
Edward growled, picking up another rock, the biggest one in the pile. He flung it hard, the resulting splash making ripples in the river that didn’t dissipate before they reached the shore. Throwing his head back, he screamed, “Fuck!” at the top of his lungs.
Winry winced, but didn’t back away. Alphonse hobbled up to Edward’s other side, so they flanked him, watching his shoulders heave. “Damn it,” he said, tight and cold, “things were supposed to be better.”
“Better how?” Winry asked when Alphonse didn’t say anything.
Fisting his hands again, Edward snarled, without any real heat, “Go home.”
“No.” Alphonse laid his hand on Edward’s shoulder, squeezing it. “Not until you tell us what’s going on.”
Edward gritted his teeth. Winry set her hand on his other shoulder, feeling the tension thrumming through it. “On the train back home,” he said, each word leaving his mouth like a ball bearing dropping into a bowl, “there was a problem. Some idiot decided he needed…damn it, he.”
Winry tightened her grip on his shoulder. Alphonse shot her a glance behind Edward’s back, licking his lips. “He what, Ed?” Winry asked.
“He tried to rob the train. Five, six, hell, I don’t know how many there were.” Breaking out from under their hands, Edward paced along the river bank, his left foot leaving deeper imprints than his right. “I thought I could stop them, like – like Bald, remember, Al?” He glanced up as he asked the question, but looked away almost immediately, and he never stopped walking. “But I didn’t have my alchemy. I – I forgot, I clapped my hands and nothing - nothing - happened.” He waved his hand at the bruise on the side of his face, one he’d tried to hide with his bangs, and by turning pointedly away from anyone who got near him. “I got hit.” Edward took a deep breath. “Nearly beaten, but Teacher’s training saved my ass.”
Alphonse gripped his crutch so tightly, his knuckles were white. “Brother,” he said plaintively.
“Didn’t keep those assholes from hurting a kid!” Edward leaped up the bank and slammed his fist into the tree trunk.
Winry swallowed hard, looking toward Alphonse. Dismay flooded his face, but he hobbled after his brother. “Ed, you did your best, didn’t you?”
“But I couldn’t keep those bastards from breaking that kid’s arm!”
And there was nothing either of them could say to that.
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Date: 2013-07-04 07:24 am (UTC)Fill - Saving the World
Date: 2013-07-05 02:23 pm (UTC)“Buffy, no!” she called desperately, sprinting to stop the other girl from making a jump. She could see the unsuspecting man turning around in alarm, a shocked expression on his face as he realized he wasn’t, in fact, alone. He just stared when Willow finally caught up to her friend and grabbed her arm.
Buffy let out a surprised call when the redhead’s hand stopped her from darting forward and finish what she started. “Willow! What have you done? He’s going to run away now, and then how could I protect everyone from being slaughtered by him?” Realizing there was no point fighting, mostly because the scared man probably realized he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and without another word ran away. Willow didn’t even care what he was doing in a graveyard in the middle of the night, alone. It didn’t matter.
“No one will be slaughtered! Buffy… we’ve been through that, remember?” Willow softened her voice when she saw the genuine panic in her friend’s eyes. “Demons and vampires aren’t real. They’re all just a part of the fantasy world. This guy, this poor man you were just about to attack, he was no one dangerous. He was probably just visiting a loved one who’d passed away, and you were about to take his life away. Please, Buffy, come back with me. I’ll take you home.”
“I don’t have a home,” the blond answered, and then scowled. “And how can you say all that, when you’re a witch? You were supposed to help me, Willow, not sabotage my mission! Tomorrow morning we might hear of another murder, and it’d all be our fault.”
Willow tried not to audibly sigh. She was already so used to that – but her friend had a problem, and she wasn’t going to let her know how tiring she was being. “This time it was a mistake. He was innocent, I… uh, I know him. I used to help him with computers class. It’s getting late, Buffy. Let’s go back home and go to sleep, you can stay at my home if you want to.” She knew that would convince the other girl, and she couldn’t blame her; who’d want to call home, and go back to a place like the institution she was forced to stay in? She understood completely her need to run away from there. She just couldn’t understand why she had to lurk around and almost kill innocent people. It was all a part of the disease, she knew; but she’d never forget that one time she was a minute too late and found her friend over a dead body, panting but smirking.
“I saved you all,” she said that one time, seeming not to be concerned about her white dress stained with blood. “Promised Day was supposed to be tomorrow. Can’t blow up the world when you’re dead, fucker!”
That was the night they admitted her, and it didn’t take long to convince the judges that she didn’t belong in jail – but simply needed help. Since then, they’ve been much more careful, and Willow let out a relived sigh when Buffy finally gave up and gave a shrug.
“Well, tomorrow’s a night too. I’ll just find him tomorrow.”
“Of course, Buffy,” Willow forced a weak smile on her face as she led Buffy out of the cemetery. “Tomorrow has a night, too.”
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Date: 2013-07-04 02:12 pm (UTC)Oh, no. That's horrible! I now want to go reread the series and assure her everything's going to be okay.
Geeze, I know now what my first major fandom was.
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Date: 2013-07-04 09:23 am (UTC)Fortunately his superhuman ability to detect nudity is unharmedno subject
Date: 2013-07-04 09:34 am (UTC)(Ares, Xena: Warrior Princess, Ten Little Warlords)
Feel free to paraphrase
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Date: 2013-07-04 09:51 am (UTC)*Or the one where Gabriel wont stop bothering his little brother and comes away worse for it.
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