Wednesday: Con Day
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Today's theme is Cons. Anything to do with conmen, thieves, going undercover or even pranks and magicians will work for today. Anything in which someone thinks that one thing is going on, when it's really something else. It's all about the confidence scams, big or small!
The usual rules apply of course.
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.
If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.
For the love of our code monkeys, please remember to format your prompts. For example:
Leverage, Sophie, the fine art of getting what you want
Dresden Files/Highlander, Harry & Amanda, I'm named after Houdini after all
Not liking the theme or no prompts are catching your eye? Head on over to peek at our Lonely Prompts. There's plenty in need of homes and pretty words.
Alright guys, let's see what you've got!
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monica_catch22.Today's theme is Cons. Anything to do with conmen, thieves, going undercover or even pranks and magicians will work for today. Anything in which someone thinks that one thing is going on, when it's really something else. It's all about the confidence scams, big or small!
The usual rules apply of course.
No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.
If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.
For the love of our code monkeys, please remember to format your prompts. For example:
Leverage, Sophie, the fine art of getting what you want
Dresden Files/Highlander, Harry & Amanda, I'm named after Houdini after all
Not liking the theme or no prompts are catching your eye? Head on over to peek at our Lonely Prompts. There's plenty in need of homes and pretty words.
Alright guys, let's see what you've got!
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Date: 2009-08-26 08:41 pm (UTC)Trust Issues, John/Tim, PG
Date: 2010-01-12 01:23 am (UTC)"John." He pushes his glasses up his nose. "There are a bloody lot of things I could and should do with and to you. Trust isn't one."
John just scoffs at him and he has no idea why he bothers anymore. The hand still hangs between the two and Tim rolls his eyes before taking it.
"Fine, but you owe me a pint if this goes bad."
The smile he gets isn't reassuring.
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Date: 2009-08-26 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-08-26 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-26 10:44 pm (UTC)The first time it was an accident. A candybar accidently fell into your pocket and you didn't realize until you walked out the door. You almost ate it on the way home, but you were nervous he would smell the chocolate and almonds on your breath. Your fake dad wants you to eat all natural foods even though he smokes like a chimney. By the time you get home, it's a slurry mess, but your nimble fingers scrape the chocolate off the foil and you flush the almonds down the toilet in your bedroom because almonds are gross. You've never had chocolate before... never stole before and you know you want more of it.
The second time, you meant to. You always meant to. You nearly get caught, but you're so ordinary looking with your close-cropped hair (fake dad hates your curls, makes you wear your hair like a soldier) and unlaced shoes that the store clerk actually gives you a candy bar and tells you "Not to let John" see it. You nod, you won't... along with the treasure trove of junk food into your pants and coat. The bottle of Yoo-hoo you shoved down the back of your pants shifted and you worried it was going to fall out and shatter on the floor. It didn't.
The third time, you steal cigarettes and alcohol. You want to get caught. It would be something, anything. But the man at the counter with his blue eyes behind their glasses and the fake leg where he says a land mine took it off, doesn't even notice. You think that maybe he's daft or he doesn't care.
It never crosses your mind that the man with the blue eyes and the fake leg is your real father. Or that the reason the candy bar turned up in your pocket was because he slipped it in.
But, that's life for you, Gregory House.
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Date: 2009-08-26 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-26 09:57 pm (UTC)I found this prompt and now i shall Fill
Date: 2016-11-23 11:30 pm (UTC)She steals the hearts of all the towns folk from the moment her mother marched into town with a pair of heels higher than the devils throne with a small baby wrapped up in a pink sparkly blanket in tow. She’s as beautiful as her mother and possibly even smarter, but no one would ever say that to either of them:some lines are not meant to be crossed.
She’s beautiful and sweet and the kind of smart that easily becomes dangerous to compare yourself to.
She’s such a nice girl, the town says, even Taylor and Kirk nod their heads, and at first Dean agrees, falling head over heels for the girl who knows so many things he’s never even heard of. She’s all doe eyes and a clever brain and meant for so much more than this small town. He falls in love with the girl whose brain is destined to change the world and it’s bliss, for a time.
He sees though with time, two years worth, that Rory Gilmore is not the nice girl that everyone claims her to be.
She lies to him, ignores him, yells at him, and cheats on him all within a week; she breaks him more than she builds him and resents him more than she loves him. But Rory Gilmore builds houses for the homeless on weekends, she has all A’s in her Chilton Ivy League prep classes, and manages to befriend the same girls who swore to make her new life at Chilton a living hell. Rory Gilmore helps her single mother out in every way she needs it, and never asks for anything in return; she helps out around town and always plays her part in the scheduled festivities. She is golden in the eyes of the townsfolk, the girls destined for so much more than small town life, who was raised with a mother alone and lived in what many refuse to label a house as her first home.
Such a nice girl, Patty and Babet croon as Rory walks by with a kind smile and wave, book in her hand and determination her eyes, but Dean knows otherwise.
He knows – as he looks past Rory’s sweet smiles and through her sunshine laughs, into her calculating gaze. She looks at everything situation like it’s a puzzle to be solved, like there’s more to discover, layers leftover. She is ravenous for knowledge and, to him; it’s evident in every situation. She’s always the first to question, the first to yell when denied or strike back when burned, on the occasion that she allows the flame close enough. She’s the first domino to fall the first tidal wave to rise, the beautiful girl with the brain that will rule them all one day– that Rory Gilmore is so much more than her surface layer. Rory Gilmore is so much more than her label, and she is anything but a nice girl.
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Date: 2009-08-26 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-27 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-27 12:15 am (UTC)Stolen, Remy/Tim, PG
Date: 2009-12-06 02:20 am (UTC)Soft meetings in the early hours before he ended his patrol or before he went off on it.
It wasn't a secret, not entirely. The family knew but not too much.
Tim leans against his thief, almost painfully desperate for more kisses, more touches.
Remy leans against his detective, almost painfully hungry to steal more kisses, more touches.
It was legal theft. It was still theft.
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Date: 2009-08-27 12:16 am (UTC)Mistletoe, Remy/Tim, PG
Date: 2009-12-06 02:08 am (UTC)He also didn't have to let people kiss him. So he didn't. Teasing aside and the occasional 'joking' lunge, most people just left it alone.
Except for the one person he really didn't want to see while it was following him.
"MMH!!" He at least managed to fend off the tongue. "Guh. What are you doing?"
"Kissin' you~" A peck on his cheek and he watched the older man saunter off.
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Date: 2009-08-27 12:39 am (UTC)(bonus pts for rumpled or undone clothing~ >:D)
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Date: 2009-08-27 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-27 05:40 am (UTC)"You mean how did _he_ con us into this?" Ianto corrected.
Amanda and Jack gave each other a wicked look as they hoisted the rope apparatus with the entwined men into a new position.
"You really are an artist," Amanda cooed as she leaned in to kiss him on the lips, surreptitiously placing her hand near his face to give him her old touch-his-earlobe-so-he-feels-it-in-his-dick trick.
He kissed her passionately back, and then said, "No, you're the artist. I'm more like the gorgeous young thing that hangs around the artist and fucks him until his genius comes spurting out of him." She laughed until he touched a spot on her spine that through some trickery sent a shiver right to her clit.
"Yeah, yeah, you're both bloody Rembrandts," Methos muttered from the ceiling harness. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to keep an old man waiting?"
Jack rolled his eyes as he and Amanda approached their various bound men. He snarked, "You immortals and your quaint notions of linear time...."
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Date: 2009-08-27 12:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-27 12:40 am (UTC)Blasphemy, I know. =P
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Date: 2009-09-14 04:06 am (UTC)She made an excuse to check something out away from the party, and Yuffie headed to search for this rumored materia. Though after some very thorough searching, Yuffie came up empty which made her very unhappy ninja. Once she made it back to the airship, there was an all call to the bridge.
Barely listening to what they had to say until the word 'materia' popped up, Yuffie's ear perked up and listened in when she heard materia. When everything was out in the open, Yuffie knew where to find two powerful materia, definitely more powerful than Knights of the Round, and they were not materia she was going to snatch. Sephiroth had the one, and the other was the materia that Aeris had in her hair.
One materia was powerful enough to destroy the world, while the other was powerful enough to save it. Yuffie wasn't going to touch them, and that was when she started to get serious about helping the planet instead of focusing on her own selfish gains. Though, that didn't mean she didn't do a little petty thieving here and there, for the good of the planet, of course.
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Date: 2009-08-27 01:08 am (UTC)Lessons 1/2
Date: 2010-04-20 04:18 am (UTC)(Spend thousands of years pretending to be one, fitting into the headspace of one, and the only thing he can think of now is of that Nietzsche quote, but it's too late for that now. Still doesn't mean he's lost any powers - if anything, he's stronger now that he's not tied down by the limits on Grace.)
Just desserts. Pompous shmucks. He was even on his territory, being a jerk in North America. Even the stupidest of Tricksters (he'd met that one, once. Was a laugh at how pathetic it was, was a laugh at who its pranks were used on) would have seen the opportunity.
The first order of business, then: start small, attract his attention. Get him down to Earth and in his vessel, if he wasn't there already.
The Trickster was planning already, even as he introduced Zachariah to the concept of a perpetual smut storm with a snap of his fingers.
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"Are those - "
Zachariah scowled, as this was the third time he had been interrupted. It was his own personal rain cloud, except that instead of rain it was:
"Busty Asian Beauties! For a dick, you have good taste in porn!" Dean had already picked up the issue, hiding his grin behind a pinup.
Zachariah didn't stick around to watch the Winchesters ignore him in favor of porn magazines. He had known they were filthy, and he didn't respect them at all, but they were supposed to listen to him.
"Hey, mind if I take some of these?"
Zachariah was going to kill whomever was doing this.
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Seraphs were very, very good at practically everything. Among these many talents was the one crucial one Zachariah was learning to excel at: finding things. The Winchesters were a pain to find, but he was getting better at it.
So one foolish pagan power that was disrupting Zachariah's heavenly duties shouldn't have been so hard to find, and even when he did find the power, it wasn't supposed to be because the pagan wanted to be found.
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Date: 2009-08-27 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-27 02:48 am (UTC)With big giant apologies to Emily Dickinson
Date: 2009-08-27 05:27 am (UTC)The affair began with a simple question.
"Who are you?" Edward demanded of the soft fuzzy man who had tried to run.
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?"
"I'm Nobody too," Edward said, realizing that Count was no enemy, that he was just as wary and weary as he was.
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They never admitted how much they adored each other. Count's skin felt softer than lambswool to Edward's fingers. And Count would stare at Edward shimmering in the sun all day, trying to count the places his skin sparkled, always reaching too high and having to start again.
Best of all they were both big believers in discretion. They didn't want anyone to know about them - otherwise they could face bad vamps, mobs with torches, slayers. And since Count was a sortof celebrity from his stint on the reality show "So You Think You Can Count," they definitely wanted to avoid the paparazzi finding out. The last thing they wanted was to cuddle up in front of the TV and hear some dick from TMZ advertise yet another "gay vampire scandal on S Street." It was bad enough when they found out about Oscar's high-priced gay prostitution ring.
So neither of them told anyone ever. They led a quiet, normal life together.
It was a nice relationship. Until it wasn't.
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55% of couples say that sex is the biggest reason they fight. Assuming about a third of people in the world are in couples, that's a lot of people unhappy with their sex life. Count von COunt was trying to count exactly how many sexually frustrated people that would be, when Edward mumbled to stop saying numbers and go to sleep already.
Count decided to tell his good friend Elmo about it.
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Date: 2009-08-27 09:27 am (UTC)