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comment_ficBack again for another day of prompting! And today marks the 124th anniversary of the birth of one of the most influential horror writers of all time, namely, H.P. Lovecraft (he of the Cthulhu mythos). And so! for today's theme, let's bring out the horrors, cosmic or otherwise. You don't have to bring the shoggoths or the Necronomicon into the prompts, though you're quite welcome to if the inspiration slithers in.
But first, a few rules:
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
Some examples:
-Person of Interest, Finch+Reese, their next number is a college student who's messed around with the Necronomicon
-Any, any, The Rats in the Walls
-Leverage, team, stealing a squamous-looking sculpture that proves more trouble than it's worth
But first, a few rules:
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
Some examples:
-Person of Interest, Finch+Reese, their next number is a college student who's messed around with the Necronomicon
-Any, any, The Rats in the Walls
-Leverage, team, stealing a squamous-looking sculpture that proves more trouble than it's worth
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Date: 2014-08-20 03:30 pm (UTC)FILLED: Sherlock, 100 words in the still of the night
Date: 2014-08-21 05:50 pm (UTC)He huddled in a corner of his bedroom.
The voice was mocking him, its icy tone relentless in its logic. There really was no reason to go on like this. The drugs were his only friend now. They wrapped him up in a friendly cocoon, but that only worked until the voice returned, whispering in his ears about the right dosage, about the way out, about the blackness that was calling him. The blackness where he belonged.
Tonight, the thought of John’s eyes crinkling with laughter was still enough to shut it up.
But how much longer did he have?
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Date: 2014-08-20 04:30 pm (UTC)Fill - "Giftings" - The X-Files (post-canon)
Date: 2014-08-20 08:20 pm (UTC)"I saw it, it spoke to me." She shrugged.
"Spoke to you? It actually said, 'Buy me for Mulder'?" He shook the box, disappointed it didn't rattle so much as it flooped. "What is it?"
"Why don't you open it and find out?"
"But I wanna guess," Mulder whined, pressing the box against his forehead for a minute. "It's a...a...t-shirt."
Dana made a buzzer sound. "Try again or open."
Mulder answered her by destroying the wrapping paper, lifting the lid to peer inside. "Scully."
"Yes, Mulder?"
He pulled out the mousepad with the Ouiji board design on it. "You shouldn't have."
"But it needed to belong to you."
"You're not worried about having it in our house? About bringing in the devil? About a gateway to seances and ooga-booga stuff?"
Dana patted him on the head. "That's why I have you, Mulder, you'll make sure nothing weird ever happens here."
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Date: 2014-08-20 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-08-20 08:24 pm (UTC)author’s choice, author’s choice, call me monster; call me myth – know simply that I am
My First Post, I'm new. Batman/Nolan Verse
Date: 2014-08-22 03:38 pm (UTC)Bruce turned the paper over in his hands once more, not sure of what to make of the cryptic message. Gordon stood in front of him, waiting patiently for the preliminary analysis to be over. He was anxious.
They stood out on the veranda under slightly cloudy night skies, the ballroom commotion drifting its way down the large halls of Wayne Manor and out to them. Bruce flipped the paper once more.
“It’s a riddle.” Gordon finally interjected, desperate to stop his inquiry.
“If you say so.” He looked at the words once more and read aloud “call me monster; call me myth – know simply that I am.”
“We’ve gotten three others just like it.”
“Far be it from me to question Gotham cities finest what to make a priority, but…I don’t think this is as urgent as you seem to think it is. Some crank is sending you riddles, I’m more concerned with the ones sending bombs. Here.”
Bruce stretched the paper back to Gordon, who grabbed it instantly, and returned it back to his inner jacket pocket.
“We call him the Riddler.” Gordon remarked, adjusting his stance.
“The Riddler….creative. Call him? An unnamed, and rather bored if you ask me, nobody sends me a few riddled to Gotham PD and he gets a name? The requirements are becoming…lax.”
“Well…it’s not just the riddles…there are bodies.”
Re: My First Post, I'm new. Batman/Nolan Verse
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Date: 2014-08-20 08:25 pm (UTC)author’s choice, author’s choice, I don't kill; I unmake. If I kill you, that implies that you lived. If I unmake you... then you never were.
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Date: 2014-08-22 02:28 am (UTC)“You still think that a human can kill me? After all of this?”
Stiles ignored the carnage around them and focused on the demon in front of him. The body he was inhabiting was tall, muscular and above all else it was powerful. Before the demon had taken over, the man had been able to tap into part of the brain that others never thought imaginable. With a deep breath, a taste of demon blood, and a flick of the wrist bodies crumbled to his will.
Stiles’ heart clenched in his chest. Exertion and fear pulled at every bone in his body. This fight had gone on for far too long. Someone needed to put an end to the heartache and pain caused by death. Reaching into the darkness recesses of his soul, Stiles knew that tonight would be the end to it.
“I’m going to make it so you never existed.”
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Date: 2014-08-20 08:26 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Tony Stark, I set a fire just to see what it kills
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Date: 2014-08-20 08:27 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes vs Hydra,
I made myself at home
In the cobwebs and the lies
I’m learning all your tricks
I can hurt you from inside
I made myself a promise
You would never see me cry
Til I make you
You’ll never know what hit you
Won’t see me closing in
I’m gonna make you suffer
This hell you put me in
I’m underneath your skin
The devil within
You’ll never know what hit you
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Date: 2014-08-20 08:31 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky, you’re looking at a dead man and you love him
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Date: 2014-08-20 09:08 pm (UTC)Fill: Happy Halloween
Date: 2015-03-25 08:03 pm (UTC)"Okay."
"She might be..." Carl paused and sighed, ordering the events of his memory. He'd thought it over hundreds of times, and a hundred more as he planned this trip. "Hurt, okay? It was a pretty clean death, mostly, but she. She did scream. That's something you might hear. I wasn't looking at the blood, so I don't really know how much of that there's going to be."
"Carl." Judith's hand slipped into his. That was one step before he got a 'not okay'. Dad tended to make speeches, but he liked to think that Judith took after him in the way she made herself clear so plainly and simply. (Or Michonne. Or Daryl. But come on, big brother points had to count for something.)
"Before that, it was good - the atmosphere. She spoke to me and Maggie, and she wasn't mad at all. She'd expected for a long time that it was dangerous and she might die, so she already knew she wanted to make it count for something good. That's you. So she won't hurt us."
Judith stared at him in shock after that last declaration. Over the years Carl had got it hammered home that his assessments and declarations weren't always as simple and correct as they seemed, and when his little sister depended on them, he held them back until he was sure. He'd thought of his mother and those last moments over and over, taking the hurt that came with it, and he remembered the feeling of her hopes for him, the love that she'd meant so much - if anything stayed, aside from the pain and violence, it would be that. Mom hadn't let anything else matter. That would be the part that stayed behind.
"She won't, Jude."
"With ghosts... I don't know, Carl..." She sure sighed like he did - and like Dad did, looking up and searching for answers way up high. It was funny on her little frame, but he didn't smile this time. He knew she was thinking to times when the air had gone cold and the world had gone wrong. People crying blood; visions stabbing into the mind without stopping; that time when one of their parties had been gone on a run and was led in circles in a patch of woods until they'd nearly starved.
The photo of Mom, Dad, and Carl stood in the living room, and Judith turned her face in that direction. "I want to see her," she said, and hauled her backpack over to set it by her feet, ready to put it on then looked back up at him. "Okay."
"I already know how we're going to get on a trip down there. To the prison. We're going to take part in one of the mapping parties - a lot of them have started pushing for us to make more linkages with places further away from home. I don't know if Dad will want to come too. But now that you've decided, I'm going to fight for it. Me and you, Jude."
"You and me, Carly!" she returned, grabbing him for a hug. "And ... Mom?"
She was trying out the word more than anything else, and Carl just patted her on the back. Come autumn, it might be more real to her; or, at least, unreal in that way that stayed with you forever.
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Date: 2014-08-20 10:03 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2014-09-25 08:20 pm (UTC)Stephen Strange helps the Avengers out with a small haunted lab problem.
This prompt wound up tying into 3 previous prompts I've done, but should be readable on its own.
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