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comment_ficIt's been fun, everyone, but my week is up. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have!
Themes, tropes, plot devices. Our fandoms have them, our fics have them, and we're well aware of their presence in both. (Sometimes the characters are aware of them too!) It's when we acknowledge them, by hanging a lampshade on the tropes, by subverting or deconstructing them, or by openly discussing them, that we start getting like today's theme: meta-textual.
Guidelines are important.
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Themes, tropes, plot devices. Our fandoms have them, our fics have them, and we're well aware of their presence in both. (Sometimes the characters are aware of them too!) It's when we acknowledge them, by hanging a lampshade on the tropes, by subverting or deconstructing them, or by openly discussing them, that we start getting like today's theme: meta-textual.
Guidelines are important.
- 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.
Fandom, Character+/Character, PromptYou see?
Fandom 1/Fandom 2, Character+/Character, Prompt
- Marvel comics, Deadpool, not this part of the internet again!
- Community/any, Abed+/any, "I'm the first character that comes to mind when people bring up meta these days. It's kinda my thing."
- Any fandom, any frequent damsel in distress, she rescues herself half the time, though when she does nobody seems to notice that she's been gone
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Date: 2013-08-02 05:00 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, you know how they tell this tale
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Date: 2013-08-02 05:01 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Thor + Loki, "Aren't you tired of following the script, brother? The great hero and the horrible villain, who played together as boys... it's all wrapped in pretty paper with a bright bow, and you keep on, oblivious."
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Date: 2013-08-02 05:03 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Odin (vs Loki), the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world someone else was the devil
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Date: 2013-08-02 05:04 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles + author's choice, "Uh, guys? Have any of the rest of you noticed that every time we have any choice at all to make, we make the worst possible one?"
(Honestly, that's one of the reasons I watch the show. *shrugs*)
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Date: 2013-08-02 05:06 pm (UTC)Justice League cartoon, Wally West, the most ridiculously overpowered superhero ever
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Date: 2013-08-02 09:11 pm (UTC)(extra brownie points if set during an actual fade-to-black in canon)
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Date: 2013-08-02 10:03 pm (UTC)Fill...not sure if this is quite SciFi, but I blame a mix of exhaustion and sleeping pills for this.
Date: 2013-08-03 03:49 am (UTC)The team was no help and had to be locked in the cells once they were turned into zombies. At first they had been placed into one, but Ianto realised his mistake when Owen chewed off Jack's left arm. It was time for separate cells for all, even if Ianto found the situation slightly amusing.
Days passed and Ianto was no closer to finding a solution and reports of Coffee Zombies, as dubbed by the media, began to emerge in France, Germany and Norway.
Eventually, news broadcasts ceased entirely. Ianto was the last normal human alive. Body parts littered the streets and the smell was impossible to describe, but if one had to, the smell was a mix of roasted coffee beans, rotting eggs and a loaded dirty nappy.
Eight months in, Ianto lost all hope of finding a cure. This was not a problem he could solve on his own. Where was Jack's precious doctor to save the day when he was needed. Perhaps he was among the zombies too.
There was only one thing left to do and that was free the prisoners he had locked up. Jack was last to be freed from his cell and as he sluggishly left, Jack handed Ianto something.
Before Ianto could examine his present; Gwen, Jack, Owen and Tosh all surround Ianto and linked hands to form a circle. Their next words took Ianto by surprise.
Hail, oh, King of the Coffee Nebula.
Hail, oh, King of the Coffee Nebula.
Hail, oh, King of the Coffee Nebula.
Then all four Zombie!Torchwood members hoisted Ianto over their heads and began to chant in a jibberish language.
"You must drink from the Elixir Horn. It will give you what you desire most."
Ianto did not understand what Jack meant until he looked at what he was holding: Jack's detached cock that was pulsing a neon green colour and a oozing purple liquid that smelt like a double shot of espresso.
Drink it.
Drink it.
"NO!" Ianto shouted as he bolted up in bed, sweat drenching him and the sheets.
When running a high fever, dreams become their most bizarre.
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Date: 2013-08-03 12:14 pm (UTC)“What are you doing?”
“Checking my email.”
“Ee-mail? What the fuck is an ee-mail? And why does it make so much light? I’ll go blind because of you! You know I have sensitive eyes!”
“Stop being such a drama queen, Draco, it’s just an iPhone, it’s not going to get you blind, and I’m just checking to see what’s new. Did you know that they published a book about us in the Muggle world?” Harry said, glancing at Draco. The blond was surprised by this new information.
“About us? Like, me and you?”
“Well, sort of. It’s mostly about me being a hero, but you’re in there too.” Draco narrowed his eyes at the amused tone Harry was using. “Apparently, it’s a huge deal there. There’s like a huge network of people writing stories about the story that was written about me. Like… eh… this one.”
Draco thought he might really go blind when Harry turned the little shiny thing towards him, apparently trying to show him something. He saw nothing, so he simply blinked.
“Take it, it’s not biting.”
“That’s what you said about yourself when you first tried to kiss me, and I currently have red marks on my skin to prove otherwise,” Draco complained, but took the little black device anyway, blinking several times to try and get his eyes used to the brightness. “What’s that?” he asked when he was finally able to look at the screen without it hurting his eyes too much. All he could see were words, and he did spot Harry’s name there, and also his own, and Hermione and – wait, why did it say that he liked her? That never happened!
“A fanfiction. Someone who wrote a story about us. That’s actually a really good one, finally one that doesn’t portray you as the complete ass you are.”
“Pardon me, but I thought you liked my ass very much!”
“I do, doesn’t change the fact that you can be annoying like hell. So this one’s like about the founders of Hogwarts… it’s really cool, but I’m not done reading it yet.”
“How? It’s just like, two paragraphs long – “
“No, you need to scroll down to see the rest. It’s super long. Touch the screen and move your finger down it’d show you the rest of it, but never mind. It’s not the only one.” Draco yelped in surprise when he felt the little device being taken from him after he just moved the text to manage to read one more paragraph. “Do you know there’s like a whole section about us? As in, you and I? There are some really hot stories there…”
“Like porn? Wait, there are Muggles out there who not only know about us but read an entire book about us and then started writing porn about us? That’s just sick! And the fact that you’re reading it is even more disturbing! I thought I was the one being full of himself but apparently I was wrong…”
“It’s not like that,” Harry was once again absorbed in the iPhone, or however he called that little thing. He kept touching the screen and reading things until he finally handed Draco the thing again. “Here, see? Like this one… there are so many.”
Draco read the words written on the screen and scrolled down like Harry taught him a second ago, surprise and disgust and finally, admiration and curiosity adorning his face as he read through. “That’s sick, Potter. But they do have some great ideas…”
Harry chuckled. “I know, right? Where did you think I learned to do that thing with my tongue?”
Hope you liked it!!
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Date: 2013-08-03 01:31 pm (UTC)Re: Fill...not sure if this is quite SciFi, but I blame a mix of exhaustion and sleeping pills for t
Date: 2013-08-03 01:57 pm (UTC)Re: Fill
Date: 2013-08-03 03:30 pm (UTC)hahaha amazing, thanks!
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Date: 2013-08-03 04:03 pm (UTC)You're most welcome:)
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Date: 2013-08-03 07:44 pm (UTC)IDEK :p
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Date: 2013-08-04 12:06 am (UTC)Okay, not for good. That wasn't going to happen for a few more books, and it was going to be spectacular. This one would just be temporary, and then he'd bring him back. It could be part of the mystery they were solving. He'd kill Dean off, have Sam deal with life without him until he figured it out and brought Dean back. The angst potential was enormous.
But how should he do it? He wrote the first death that came to mind, but he wasn't really feeling it. So, he wrote another one. And another. After a while, they started to feel a little silly. Those were the easiest to discard. In the end, he had nothing but a massive pile of balled up pieces of paper beside his desk, not really satisfied with any of them. He decided to sleep on it.
At 3:00 in the morning, he sat bolt upright. Of course! Why pick? He unwrinkled all the little pieces of paper. He couldn't use all of them, he decided, but he could certainly allude to them. His favorites, and some of the weirder ones, he kept, polishing the details, and added in a time loop. The idea of Sam being the only one who remembered the day, having to deal with it over and over, was way too good to pass up.
Hmm, he thought, this sounds like something the Trickster might do. But what would be his motivation? Besides being the Trickster, of course? There had to be a deeper reason. Why would the Trickster care that Dean was going to hell? Unless... oh. What if he was preparing Sam? What if... what if this was all even bigger than he'd imagined?
And so, through the act of rewriting Dean's death over a hundred times, the first seeds of heaven joining the fray were sown. He'd definitely leave introducing that till after Dean got back from hell, though.
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Date: 2013-08-04 01:13 am (UTC)Re: Fill, Merlin
Date: 2013-08-05 03:30 am (UTC)Oh, this is wonderful. Thank you!
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Date: 2013-08-05 07:15 pm (UTC)Fill: "When You're a Spy..."
Date: 2014-02-23 10:45 pm (UTC)“Bad call?” Fiona asked, her brows arching over the rims of her sunglasses.
“It’s crazy, Fi. I mean, I know Mikey’s like, super-spy, or something.” Sam slapped his palms on the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath, he turned slightly to face her. “Has he ever done that thing with his voice?”
Fiona pursed her lips. “That thing with his voice?”
“You know, the super explain everything as a spy voice,” Sam said. He hand-puppeted, imitating Michael’s voice, saying, “When I was a spy, blah, blah, blah.”
Shifting her sunglasses down, Fiona stared at him. “He does it to you, too? I thought it was just me!”
“Oh, no, sister,” Sam shook his head. “Maddy’s even complained about it. Jesse, too. We gotta do something. We’re all professionals.” He hesitated, his eyes trailing over Fiona’s one-shouldered tank top and down to her high heel sandals, “In our own ways, but we all know as much as Mikey does.”
Her mouth tightened, probably from the way he’d looked at her. “I suggest we have a discussion with Michael then, and remind him just how professional we can be.” That she chambered a round in her sawed-off shot gun as she said it probably would be a warning to anyone else. Fortunately, this time, she was mad at Mikey, and not him.
Sam’s grin stopped midway through. “Damn. You know, he’d think this is like an intervention or something.” Fiona groaned as Sam said, “You know how he does with interventions.”
“Then we tie him down, and gag him, and make him listen,” she growled.
“Whoa, there.” Sam raised his hands. “That’s more your thing, Fi. I mean, I’m the talk things out over a mojito type of guy. I guess in Mikey’s case, that’d be a yogurt.”
“It’s settled,” Fiona said, like she was in her own little world, “I’ll call Maddy, you call Jesse, and we’ll meet up at the warehouse. Michael needs to know that we’re just as smart as he is.”
“Ah, one thing, Fi.” Shaking a finger at her little nose, Sam said, “Bad guy first. Mikey can wait. Remember, we’re on the job.”
Flopping back into the car set with a ‘hmph!’, Fiona set down her shotgun so she could fold her arms. “I hate when you’re the rational one.”
Sam grinned. “Yeah, well, it’s good to be the king, baby.” Ignoring her glare, he picked up his field glasses and glanced through them. Better to be looking anywhere than at Fiona Glenanne at the moment. At least until she got a chance to light into Mikey. His smile broadened. Yeah, something to look forward to later.
Re: Fill: "When You're a Spy..."
Date: 2014-02-24 02:08 am (UTC)Thank you so much for this great fic!!!!!
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Date: 2014-02-24 02:22 am (UTC)You're welcome!