Tuesday: Shapeshifters
Oct. 25th, 2016 01:30 amHi! I’m
brumeier, and today we’re exploring our wild sides! Today's theme is SHAPESHIFTERS! Prompts can be anything, so long as it involves someone (or something? Hmm.) that can change from one form to another, however you want to interpret that.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Multiverse, Any, a shape-shifting virus infects everyone, with unexpected results
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Hydra did more than just turn Bucky into a Super Soldier, they also literally turned him into an animal
+ Hawaii Five-0, Any, a stranger wearing a familiar face
+ Any, Any, it’s not easy having a friend who occasionally turns into a(n) ______
+ Any, Any m/m, two shifters – one predator, one prey – become unlikely friends
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Multiverse, Any, a shape-shifting virus infects everyone, with unexpected results
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Hydra did more than just turn Bucky into a Super Soldier, they also literally turned him into an animal
+ Hawaii Five-0, Any, a stranger wearing a familiar face
+ Any, Any, it’s not easy having a friend who occasionally turns into a(n) ______
+ Any, Any m/m, two shifters – one predator, one prey – become unlikely friends
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2016-10-25 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-25 09:04 am (UTC)(Bonus points if this happens before Dean tells Sam anything about Hell.)
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Date: 2016-10-25 06:35 pm (UTC)Because she will have to go back to hunting to make sure her boys are safe. She needs to kill the thing that killed John Winchester, and she needs to train her boys to the ways of things that go bump in the night.
Having someone's memories doesn't tell Mary how they will act in the future. That's where her impersonations always fell apart to someone who knew her alias too well. But she takes John's form anyway - let the world think Mary is dead, let the Campbells leave her boys alone - and she takes his car and she takes their boys and she drives.
She doesn't know how to be John, doesn't know how to handle the jumble of jungle combat memories in his head. But no one can know who she is, so she shrugs on John's jacket and his bravado. She never lets the boys talk about her, because she doesn't think she can handle talking about herself in the third person, not that much. She is sure she's being too hard on the boys, too tough on them, in her effort not to be soft, not to be mistaken for anyone but John Winchester, ex-Marine.
But they have to learn. She teaches them things other hunters don't know, things she learned from the doctor that time she sprained her ankle, and that linguist the time her father needed translation help, and that seamstress when she convinced her mother to let her go to prom. Her boys learn to research and hunt and kill and survive with nothing but each other. She knows her disguise won't last forever, and they will need each other.
She knows the beginning of the end has arrived when Jessica Moore is murdered by a demon.
She is grimly satisfied when she sees the look on old Azazel's face when he leans in to seal the deal with a kiss and it's not really John Winchester he's kissing.
Old prophecies, so literal, so sexist. They can torture her forever, and she will never break the first seal.
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Date: 2016-11-04 01:12 am (UTC)Grandmother, dead. Mother... She could not go to Mother. The huntsman sought even in this moment to murder her and she could not claim it undeserved.
Even so, she wanted to live, even as she deserved death and even if she must be alone. She lifted her head and howled, a song of loneliness and guilt and confusion. It tapered to a whine at the end, as she sat and bowed her head.
An answer! Her ears pricked and she raised her head to stare in the direction of her fellow's howl. It seemed so familiar a voice, but why?
She stood and shook herself all over as though to shed the past from her hide. She howled her own reply, a sound less lonely than the one before, and then she ran to find her kin. The wind seemed to urge her on, whispering in her ears and dancing at her back. As a girl, she had never dreamed that she could run like this.
There he was, a looming he-wolf laughing as he looked upon her with big yellow eyes. She knew those eyes, those ears, those paws, that terrible maw, those teeth that had not so long ago sunk deep into her very own girl-flesh. She knew this wolf.
"Why?" she cried. "Why have you done this to me?"
"Why else but loneliness?" was his answer. "I have been alone and hungry for far too long."
She bared her teeth and growled, furious far beyond any anger she had ever felt as a human child. She would have attacked him had she not known there was no way for her to win. Not yet.
"Be alone forever, then," she snarled, "for you shall slake your appetite no further on me."
She turned and she fled. He gave chase but already speed was her strength. Soon enough she had outpaced him entirely.
Perhaps one day she would be strong enough or clever enough to kill him.
Perhaps one day she would be lonely enough to join him instead,
but not today.
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Date: 2016-10-25 10:18 am (UTC)Fill!
Date: 2016-10-29 11:51 pm (UTC)Who Let the Dogs Out? (http://archiveofourown.org/works/8415049)
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Date: 2016-10-25 11:01 am (UTC)Fill: a bit crack-y
Date: 2016-10-25 05:55 pm (UTC)But when Teyla appeared, a blanket in her arms, the feline curled up in the blanket was...bald. And kind of pathetic-looking.
"Dr. Maxwell in zoology says he's an sphynx," Weir said.
Teyla added, "Dr. Maxwell says the breed is Canadian."
"I think it's ugly," Ronon opined. Of course, Ronon was a giant, sleek wolf. He stalked the halls of Atlantis, snapping playfully at marines and smugly taking naps on the balcony.
Rodney snatched cat!Sheppard from Teyla and cuddled him protectively. "Don't listen to them, John. We'll cure this virus in no time. Beckett is all over it."
Beckett was actually all over the infirmary, swinging from lamps and joyfully picking things up with his feet, a rhesus monkey.
"At least the monkey has some, er, relevance to medicine," Lorne offered. Lorne's animal form was, for reasons no one could understand, a black pot-bellied pig.
The problem with the virus was not so much the animal forms - though Dr. Beckett fussing that he couldn't tell which were his pet turtles and which were Lorne's Marines - but the fact that apart from Ronon and Teyla, no one could control when and how they shifted.
One moment, Elizabeth was speaking to Lorne about patrol schedules, the next he was four-legged and nosing at the leftovers of her sandwich, uncanny blue eyes hopeful.
The most disturbing expression of the virus (yet another Ancient experiment gone wrong) was in Dr. Parrish. Anyone he touched he turned into, so if he shook hands with Teyla he was Teyla (in his own suddenly ill-fitting uniform) until he accidentally brushed against Stackhouse or Kusanagi or Zelenka, and Rodney never had any idea who he was talking to.
For now, Rodney was the only one who was immune, and no one could figure out why.
Until he ended up strutting through ops as a peacock, and then no one was surprised.
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