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And it's time for the regularly-scheduled free for all!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
And it's time for the regularly-scheduled free for all!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.
Have fun!
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:27 am (UTC)Elementary, Irene Adler, daddy’s little girl grows up to be a goddess
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:28 am (UTC)Highlander, Methos + author’s choice, his first student after Byron
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:29 am (UTC)Home (2015)/Despciable Me, Tip/author’s choice of Margo or Edith or Agnes, they meet at college and hit it off
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:29 am (UTC)Elementary/Marvel movies, Moriarty + or / ex-Winter Soldier, there is much that can be done with an amnesiac assassin who only wants a kind word and gentle touch
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:30 am (UTC)Rizzoli & Isles/Justified/Elementary, ensemble, Raylan and Jane and Sherlock all have the same case
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Date: 2015-04-11 05:44 am (UTC)I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
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Date: 2015-04-11 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-11 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-11 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-11 06:19 am (UTC)fill: dcu - clark/lex - the andromedan danseur noble
Date: 2015-09-22 12:25 am (UTC)Clark Kent loved the company, practiced every day and night in Smallville until he could claim a spot in it. He loved it more than he loved to fly. But Lex Luthor was corrupt and greedy and would eventually take the company down with him.
"It's remarkable how well you can keep up with the... physical demands of this profession," Luthor mused. He watched in the mirror as Clark held onto the bar and went through his stretches. "Usually a man of your size would find it a hindrance more than a help."
Truthfully, it would be. If Clark had worked for his muscles and not had them simply because he was Kryptonian, it would have been much harder for him to dance. But now he was irreplaceable, the only performer able to lift two people at once, to throw them high into the air and be able to catch them safely.
Still, Clark found himself clenching his jaw. Luthor was using his donations to the ballet company to funnel dirty money from LexCorp, Clark knew it. He just couldn't prove it, especially not with Justice League resources. And those same donations allowed Luthor to sit in on their practices. Another tradition that gossip rags loved to talk about.
"If it's all the same to you, Mr. Luthor," Clark forced himself to say, "I need to focus on my routine. The chance for injury during the finale of our next performance is very high." Luthor smirked and Clark could feel his blood pressure rising.
"Oh please, we've known each other quite a while, Clark. Call me Lex."
"Lex," Clark repeated. Luthor's smirk turned into a genuine smile and Clark hated himself a little more when he realized the man was enjoying... whatever this was.
Re: fill: dcu - clark/lex - the andromedan danseur noble
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Date: 2015-04-11 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-11 08:51 am (UTC)I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there.
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Date: 2015-04-11 08:53 am (UTC)and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
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Date: 2015-04-11 08:57 am (UTC)so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.
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Date: 2015-04-11 09:01 am (UTC)POSSIBLE SPOILERS
Date: 2015-04-11 09:18 am (UTC)Daredevil (TV), Alwaysagirl!Matt Murdoch, Magdalen Murdoch has a lot of work to do
Fill: Bare-knuckle [spoilers & swearing]
Date: 2015-04-12 11:10 pm (UTC)Magdalen Murdock has a degree from Columbia, a fledgling law firm, a kickass best friend and, in general, her shit about 85% more together than the majority of Hell’s Kitchen. But she’s got plenty of work left to do.
The Russians are the source of roughly thirty six sobbing cries for help down near the docks every night, so Maggie starts there. They have assholes with rock-solid biceps and machine guns. Maggie has purpose, love, the grace of a dancer and the fucked up sensory abilities that come with being blinded at age nine and reacting unexpectedly. It’s something like a fair fight.
Maggie knows she’ll only have the element of surprise, of hesitation, once. Because the only stigma worse than beating up on a one hundred and ten pound woman is getting parkoured into the gutter by her. Maggie thinks if she’d been a man, they’d have just stayed down. It wouldn’t have taken a KO each, split knuckles on every one of her fingers. She’ll need better gloves. She’ll need new glasses. Maybe a mask that covers her eyes instead of her chin.
“You look like John Lennon,” Foggy says, when Maggie debuts her new glasses at the office the next day, the lenses round like full moons. He takes her hands and says, “Jesus,” with casual blasphemy, touching the pad of his thumb against one of her scabbed knuckles. “What happened, Mags?”
“I tripped,” Maggie says, with a small, self-deprecating smile.
Foggy presses both of his hands over hers. He’s always so careful with her. Foggy calls her every night to make sure she’s home safe, that there wasn’t an open manhole along the route home and that she isn’t starving because the grocery store rearranged the produce section again and she can’t find the apples. Maggie wonders what he’d say if he ever found out, what will happen if she takes a hook and can’t get back up and he has to identify her body down at the morgue, kitted up in black spandex.
“We worry about you,” Karen says, more tentative. Their friendship is still new but Maggie loves her already. She thinks Karen, whose first question was how Maggie manages to get her eyeliner so neat, her lipstick so perfect, might suspect that she’s no klutz, that her new scrapes, the bruises under her makeup, have been purposefully inflicted.
“You don’t need to,” Maggie lies around her throbbing ribs and her plans for tonight. She hopes they’ll understand, if the worst comes to pass, that she’s doing this for them.
The Russians call her the bitch in black, grumbling as they clean their guns and sharpen their switchblades. The ones that weren’t there laugh at them.
Maggie knows they won’t be laughing long. She’s got her daddy’s devil in her and she’s going to make a better name for herself.
Re: Fill: Bare-knuckle [spoilers & swearing]
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Date: 2015-04-11 09:51 am (UTC)That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is
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Date: 2015-04-11 10:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-11 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-11 12:42 pm (UTC)Rebecca hasn't has this number in 3 months. Please tell all her friends to stop calling at 3 am. We are not interested in buying or selling drugs nor do we want to hook up with anyone. You all need to go to rehab.
(Feel free to change the name of the person to fit the fandom :P)
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Date: 2015-04-11 12:43 pm (UTC)To show us how offended you were you took off the right foot of your pterodactyl suit and proceeded to attack us with it.
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Date: 2015-04-11 12:45 pm (UTC)HahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY LIFE IS A CAUTIONARY TALE
Because come on, so many of them are.
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Date: 2015-04-11 12:47 pm (UTC)my roommate was being a bitch so I changed my Netflix password on her. 21st century slap in the face ladies and gentleman
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Date: 2015-04-11 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-04-11 12:49 pm (UTC)FILL: Crossroads
Date: 2017-01-30 10:48 pm (UTC)He eyes Castiel with open hostility when he appears, instantly suspicious. Castiel feels no different; past encounters with this creature have seldom ended well. Still, this encounter can’t be avoided and he knows it.
All the same, he tires of waiting for Crowley to speak, is disinterested in whatever games he has planned.
“Well,” he says, finally. “How the mighty have fallen.”
“Pot, kettle, darling,” Crowley spits back at him. “Though these days you’ve fallen a bloody great distance further than I have.”
Castiel doesn’t disagree. He’d been falling since the day he brought Dean Winchester’s chewed and torn soul out of Hell. None of them knew how their lives would turn out after that, though Castiel remembers at the time thinking of nothing more than a mission successfully completed, what lay next and how to prepare for it.
He chides himself sometimes for his own lack of insight. How he had failed to see the impact one human soul would have on him, and impact is certainly the right word. Even now, all these years later, he knows he bears the marks of Dean Winchester.
He knows he always will.
But those thoughts lead him to a place he swore never to return to so he forces his mind away from it and back to the sulking treacherous thing in front of him. “Shall we?”
This must be agony to his pride, Castiel knows. The once mighty king of hell, reduced to Crossroad haggling again and before his sworn enemy.
But it’s been many a year since Castiel felt pity for anyone.
“Fine,” Crowley says. “Just remember, Castiel, that a crossroads demon always keeps his word.”
Castiel smiles at him. “Don’t worry, Crowley. I promise not to cheat you out of your years. Though I doubt these days your soul is worth one let alone ten.”
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