Wednesday | Horoscopes
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Today's theme: horoscopes. Sometimes these little blurbs of insight and advice seem to be eerily spot-on about us, our peers, or even (gasp) our favorite characters. Anything to do with astrology is fair game. Don’t worry if your fandom isn’t keen on birthdates: you can take a line from any sign’s horoscope or make up your own to suit your needs.
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tag="Horoscopes"
Today's theme: horoscopes. Sometimes these little blurbs of insight and advice seem to be eerily spot-on about us, our peers, or even (gasp) our favorite characters. Anything to do with astrology is fair game. Don’t worry if your fandom isn’t keen on birthdates: you can take a line from any sign’s horoscope or make up your own to suit your needs.
A reminder of the rules:
+ 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
+ No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
+ Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text
Also, for the sake of our wonderful coders, please remember to use the proper format for prompts.
Examples:
For a single fandom:
Suits, Harvey + or / Mike, Overlook the imperfection of an action and instead see the good intention behind it.
The Avengers (MCU), Steve/any, It's best to act while your confidence is high.
Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Reno, You may find yourself in a confusing situation, but remember that you don’t have to face it alone.
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
Inception/Doctor Who, Arthur + Eleven, Don't try to rationalize anything that happens now.
If the plot bunnies aren’t attacking you today, don't forget to check out our archive of Lonely Prompts.
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All right, go have fun~!
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Date: 2013-09-18 02:36 pm (UTC)Emissary of Old Gods (NBC Hannibal/Cthulhu Mythos)
Date: 2014-03-17 07:25 am (UTC)Is Hannibal talking about astrology, of all things?
"When the stars align..."
"The Great Old Ones will return and overrun the Earth?" she interrupts, smothering confusion with sarcasm.
Hannibal smiles. He seems, for a moment, horrifically amused, and something buried in her soul quivers.
"Are you an aficionado of the works of Mr Lovecraft, Abigail?"
She shrugs, lets her unease sink deep and settle. "Not really, I've just read a few of his stories."
Hannibal hums softly but doesn't say anything more. It occurs to Abigail that he hasn't answered her question, but she dismisses the thought with a mental scoff. It isn't as though she meant it as a real question, after all.
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Maybe she should have pressed it as a question, probably it's better she did not. They say knowledge is power, but is it worth it, really? It doesn't feel like it, now that she might have the answer.
What answer? What was she thinking?
She is drifting, she is lost, alone. She does not know if she is alive. She does not know if she is a real human girl now or formerly or if she is a half-remembered echo of the real human girl Abigail or if Abigail ever really existed.
"Abigail," Hannibal greets, and she does not think he was there a moment ago, but maybe he was there all along. Is she Abigail? She wants to be Abigail, maybe she can definitely be Abigail because he calls her so. She thinks she smiles hopefully.
"There is something I would have you do," Hannibal is saying.
Abigail laughs. "I think you killed me, probably. I remember it, but it feels like there's a deeper shadow underneath." Her brow creases in thought, and then she shrugs. "What can I do here? Am I even real?"
"You would be surprised." She wonders which of her words he is responding to, if any of them at all, and she listens as he continues. "You shall go to Will Graham, Abigail, and tell him the things I bid you."
She has a feeling like this isn't really her choice, but she nods anyway.
He smiles, an expression both gentle and unspeakably cruel. Pride, possessiveness? Her experience, if not her logic, informs her that this is fatherly.
She thinks, abruptly, that he is not and has never been Hannibal, that Hannibal has always been only something for him to wear, like a suit, or maybe a veil.
"What... who are you?" she whispers.
He does not answer with words. Instead, he lifts the veil for a moment, and in that moment she sees him as he truly is and knows him as he truly is. She chokes on a scream, sobs.
In the next moment it is almost bearable, as though he reached into her thoughts and put in just enough distance for her to function. He probably did.
"Nyarlathotep," she mutters, and shudders.
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Date: 2014-03-17 04:11 pm (UTC)Thanks for the fill!
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Date: 2014-03-17 07:45 pm (UTC)You're welcome :)
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Date: 2013-09-18 02:44 pm (UTC)Discernible Patterns, Clint/Loki (The Avengers/MCU) -- part 1
Date: 2014-03-16 11:41 pm (UTC)“Loki, what did you do?”
Clint didn’t look up from his computer. He needn’t have bothered anyway, as his suspicions were confirmed soon after by a long sigh behind him.
“Could you at least pretend to be surprised to see me, Agent Barton? You’re causing my clandestine excursions from Asgard to lose their flavor.”
“Good. Maybe some blandness will get you to understand that the timing of your visits is getting predictable.”
Loki entered Clint’s peripheral vision. He half-sat, half-leaned on the desk, his long legs stretched out to the left of Clint’s chair, and leaned sideways to glance at the laptop screen.
“Ah. So your terse greeting was a legitimate question after all.”
In the span of four seconds, a number of reactions passed over Clint before his body language settled on one clear statement: leaning back in his chair, elbows resting on the armrests, one hand supporting his tilted head at his temple, his face flat except for brightly shining eyes in the computer’s harsh blue light, Clint exuded the very definition of patience worn thin.
“...Go ahead. We’ve already received reports about dozens of scientists losing their shit in the past two days, but I want to hear you confess in your own words.”
Staring at Clint, Loki reached over to shut the laptop. He smiled as the more flattering lighting in the room that emitted from the nearby lamp dulled the severity of Clint’s expression, which hadn’t shifted in the least. Loki took a moment to appreciate the warm glow to Clint’s features, despite knowing full well that the softness was merely an illusion.
“I may have relocated a few cosmic bodies here and there. It’s really not as difficult as it sounds. At least, not by my standards.”
But for a slight narrowing of his eyes, Clint remained very still. He and Loki had been through this dance enough times for him to know that there is always a reason for Loki’s actions. It usually wasn’t a good reason, but each made sense in a very peculiar, yet very Loki kind of way. Sure, sometimes Clint got the feeling he was a profiler for a psychopath, but other times he felt like a therapist for a foster child. He had learned to show interest (plus some indignation but not too much judgment) and let Loki talk freely. Rather than ask a lot of questions, Clint now waited for Loki to continue because he knew the reason why was just as important to Loki as getting credit for his handiwork.
That was all good and well in theory, however on this particular evening, Loki had decided not to be as loquacious as usual. Clint’s inner profiler did not like the change in MO one bit, but the therapist in him was intrigued. Despite his claim of it being relatively easy to accomplish (for him), Loki must have been especially proud to pull off this latest stunt.
To Clint, it basically meant that Loki was willing to do anything in the name of mischief, even if it involved breaking the universe or sacrificing a galaxy or whatever it took to rearrange stars, and the thrill of a challenge made it especially hard to resist. The profiler in him checkmarked “escalating behavior,” while the therapist underlined “attention-seeking behavior” yet again.
Discernible Patterns, Clint/Loki (The Avengers/MCU) -- part 2
Date: 2014-03-16 11:43 pm (UTC)“Do you know how to put them back?”
Loki crossed his arms (a defensive posture, Clint noted) and appeared offended.
“Of course I do.”
“Are you able to put them back?”
“Yes, I am able,” he practically hissed through his teeth.
“Okay, good,” Clint said lightly, his posture now one of keen interest. Loki seemed taken aback by the sudden change, his arms unconsciously loosening as Clint continued to speak until they rested at his sides again. “So tell me why you did it. Did something happen in Asgardian prison?”
Loki was definitely confused now, if the curve of his eyebrows and of his lips were to be believed.
“Not... particularly.”
Clint leaned forward, his right elbow transferred to the edge of the desk as he swiveled his chair a little toward Loki but not his feet. With chin in hand, he pondered over his next question.
“Did another world or realm or whatever piss you off?”
Another slow and careful answer from the alien god prince: “Not recently.”
“Were you just bored then?”
Loki shifted backward until he was sitting on the corner of the desk properly, the tips of his boots still touching the carpet.
“The idea may have grown with boredom, but it did not sprout from it.”
Clint smirked a little at both the movement and the reply, knowing that he was getting closer to the truth. Unfortunately, compared to past experiences, the fact that Clint had to press Loki for information through a game of (what he hoped wouldn’t turn out to be) Twenty Questions was throwing a wrench into their post-alien-invasion dynamic up to this point. The slow pace was both frustrating and necessary in this case. If this continued for much longer, then Clint would explode; on the other hand, if Clint rushed it, Loki would explode. Needless to say, the latter was the greater evil to avoid.
“Loki, how did you decide to move entire constellations around the universe?”
“Well... The last time I was here in Midgard, I stopped by that coffee shop. Do you remember?”
Clint nodded. “I remember you leaving hot coffee all around my apartment. I still don’t know how you paid for that... or knew my usual order.”
“That’s not important,” Loki dismissed the tangent with a wave, “What is important is that while I waited, I did a little light reading of a periodical distributed there. One page in particular caught my eye.”
Neither the profiler nor the therapist in Clint had a good feeling about this, but somehow his mouth managed to ask what was needed to be asked without their help.
“Which page was it?”
“One containing something called ‘horoscopes’. It wasn’t so much insightful as inspiring.”
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Date: 2014-03-16 11:44 pm (UTC)“...I’m familiar with many forms of fortune-telling, but not that particular one... Most are horribly inaccurate, of course, but... Did a little quick math, and... I found your birthdate in... back in Asgard, I... Midgardian astronomy... translated the coordinates... light from dead stars... black holes... always a spell for these things... tricky at first but... more spell books hidden in... and that’s how I did it.”
Clint shook his head. He didn’t think any explanation could be worse than when Stark and Banner got together to make everyone else look like idiots, but apparently Loki was capable of upstaging even them, simply by mixing the logistics of magic into all the math and science that should contradict its existence. Theoretically. Maybe. The only part Clint could be certain of was that it was a hell of a lot of work for the bragging rights and the adrenaline high gained from one measly prank.
“...Uh, Loki? Can you--“
“--Are you still not impressed?” Loki interrupted with a bite to his voice.
When he jumped up from his perch and began to pace, Clint could practically see the fuse he’d inadvertently lit in Loki. (Both the profiler and the therapist forgot about “approval-seeking behavior,” Clint realized too late.) Perhaps going the slow and safe route had been frustrating for Loki, too, but did he really expect Clint to understand everything thrown at him during that manic minute?
“Loki, that’s not... Wait. What you did was impressive. I’m impressed. I just have one last question.”
Loki stopped to look at Clint, visibly deflating at the words.
“...All right.”
“Could you repeat your reason for doing it in, let’s say, under ten words?”
Loki stalked back to where Clint still sat and stared down at him. He let the awkwardness grow in the silence before he kicked the bottom of Clint’s chair, causing it to roll away from the desk. Clint jumped a little when the back crashed into the nearest wall and Loki suddenly loomed over him.
“What the--“
“--I did it for you, Agent Barton. You idiot.”
Nine words. He could have stopped at five, but no, Loki had to push limits.
Before Clint could react, he found himself sharing more than air with Loki. How could the profiler and the therapist in him miss the tendency for grand symbolic gestures? Loki knew astrology was crap but he did it anyway. Clint threw out the mental notes as he pulled Loki closer, thinking it was a good thing he was in a different line of work because this was a blatant ethical violation and quickly becoming a conflict of interest.
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Date: 2014-03-17 06:17 pm (UTC)You're welcome~! :D
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Date: 2013-09-18 06:06 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), author's choice, "So, I looked up my horoscope this morning," Stiles says. "It was You will live in interesting times. Awesome, right? That's just so awesome."
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Date: 2013-09-29 02:33 am (UTC)Derek let out a pained sigh. “Really Stiles?”
“It was, ‘You will live in interesting times’. Awesome right?” Stiles let out a deprecating laugh. “That’s just so awesome.”
Derek angled his body so he could face Stiles fully, the chains on his wrists clattering against the concrete wall. “That newspaper is god only knows how old.”
“Well,” Stiles shifted trying to get the blood flowing in his arms once again, “The way I see it, when that paper did first print I thought it was awesome. Now, here in this cell waiting for Chris Argent to give in and save our asses? Not so much.”
Derek closed his eyes and forced himself not to take offense to what Stiles was implying. That becoming involved with the pack was a bad thing for him. It hurt to think Stiles could ever feel that way about the pack.
“You could have left at any time Stiles. None of us would have stopped you.”
Stiles snorted. “Dude, I’m not saying that I regret becoming involved in all of this. Honestly? I love every second of it. I got the family I always wanted you know. There are only a few exceptions, like this precise moment, because who really likes being chained to the wall with the same funny pages and horoscopes from a month earlier as your only form of entertainment? No one, that’s who.”
“So what do you propose we do while we wait?” Derek huffed out.
“I don’t know,” Stiles muttered as he knocked his head back against the wall once again in frustration. “Just wish I didn’t feel so helpless and that I was actually awesome for once instead of having to wait for awesome to burst in the room and save me.”
“You’ve done enough saving to be awesome yourself.” Derek muttered and he toed at the edge of the paper with his boot and let out a groan when he saw the comics on the page. “They couldn’t even leave us with the good comics like Dilbert, or Garfield. They give us the stuff no one cares about.”
Stiles looked over at Derek thinking he was joking and found the said wolf pouting in his corner. He laughed until he cried in amusement. “Okay, that horoscope was totally right. These are some interesting times.”
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Date: 2013-09-29 03:10 am (UTC)*hee* This is adorable. Thank you!
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Date: 2013-09-18 06:08 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Derek/Stiles, The emphasis on collaboration, partnership, commitment, and union will become very apparent from the minute the new moon in Virgo arrives on September 5 and in the two weeks that follow it.
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Date: 2013-09-18 06:09 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Healing forces are definitely on the march -- courtesy of the monthly lunar union with Chiron in Pisces.
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Date: 2013-09-18 06:09 pm (UTC)Bones, Sweets, Feeling like staying in bed all day? Dragging yourself up and out into the real word could seem like a monumental task, but that doesn't mean there isn't work to do. If you can push through, a pleasant surprise at the end of the day could make everything worthwhile.
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Date: 2013-09-18 06:10 pm (UTC)Inception, Arthur/Eames, Though you aren't perfectly at home in your body today, now is still a great time to open new doors and try new things. You are likely to find something you really love doing, as long as you push yourself...
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