Monday: death
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bleodswean and today's theme is death. As we "mark the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the "darker half" of the year" (Samhain), today's prompts are related to reaping.
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...
Greek Myth, Persephone/Hades, Hades takes Cerebus to meet his bride as she descends
Harry Potter, Weasley Twins, “Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
The Originals, Rebekah, While daggered Rebekah contemplates a true death
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 2017 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.
bleodswean and today's theme is death. As we "mark the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the "darker half" of the year" (Samhain), today's prompts are related to reaping.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...
Greek Myth, Persephone/Hades, Hades takes Cerebus to meet his bride as she descends
Harry Potter, Weasley Twins, “Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
The Originals, Rebekah, While daggered Rebekah contemplates a true death
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 2017 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: 2017-10-30 04:30 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, contrary to hearsay, I did not die with you
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Date: 2017-10-30 04:31 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, with you missing, all the pretty animals are game for killing
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Date: 2017-10-30 04:32 pm (UTC)Prison Break, author’s choice, season 2 if they’d killed Bellick in the pipes
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Date: 2017-10-30 04:32 pm (UTC)Prison Break, Michael Scofield + or / Lincoln Burrows, the killer in me is the killer in you
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Date: 2017-10-30 04:33 pm (UTC)Author’s choice, author’s choice, I carried my baby sister over miles of countryside. We never survived.
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Date: 2017-10-30 07:08 pm (UTC)"He's beautiful," Persephone says over her shoulder, giggling when the middle head licks at her neck, almost knocking her over in his enthusiasm.
Beautiful. No-one has ever said that of the guardian beast before. But then before she spoke the words, no-one had ever told Hades they loved him.
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Date: 2017-10-30 07:14 pm (UTC)Thank YOU!
The Originals, Rebekah - Daggered
Date: 2017-10-30 07:19 pm (UTC)She was tired. So tired of this world. They were so far removed from their initial life. One that was fraught with hardship but so much easier in its simplest form of survival. Stay alive from one winter to the next. Easier than the minefield she danced around, the one she called brother. You never knew what his mood would be from one moment to the next. That was beyond tiring. She’d sigh right now at that thought if she could. The funny thing was, their lungs didn’t actually work. She heard the giggle at that in the back of her mind. Being daggered was slowly driving her insane. Well, they were all insane for wanting this immortal life. Dealing with Klaus was ripping her sanity away, strip by strip as if it was an old worn piece of cloth.
At one time she’d been in love. Had found a man she wanted to settle with, have babes with. She’d wanted to be a wife, to be loved and cherished. She’d wanted to be a mother, to feel the life of her child grow within her body. To hear her child’s voice call her mother. That had been taken from her when the blood ritual had been performed. It was supposed to protect them. It had done more than that.
Now, they were immortal and if one of them died, their entire bloodline died with them. She thought it over in her mind. It wasn’t like she had much else to do. Laying in the coffin didn’t really do much to keep her alert mind entertained. If she could move, she knew her eyes would be rolling in disgust. But, really aside from a few she had created herself she didn’t know the others. They weren’t her concern just like she wasn’t theirs. They didn’t pay tribute to her as they had when she and her brothers had been considered Gods. She was overlooked, forgotten. By them and her own family. So really, what was the point to this endless life? One she no longer cared for. Maybe it was time. Maybe when this dagger was pulled from her body, she would seek out the only means that could end her and her family. Maybe it was time for her stop existing because really, she was no longer living.
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Date: 2017-10-30 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-10-30 07:36 pm (UTC)Normally, the Guardian Hound would be growling fiercely, showing its teeth to the newly arrived souls and snapping its jaws at those foolish enough to try and escape the Underworld.
But today is a day of rejoicing.
The souls walking the Earth know it, and so do those who now wander across Hades’ Realms.
Only one person will descend today, only two feet will touch the steps that lead to the banks of the Styx and cross it.
Everyone felt it. It spread like a wave, shattering the very core of the Earth and shaking the grass of the Asphodel Meadows. Every soul grew silent, listening to Demeter’s deafening grief as she already mourned her daughter. Hades felt the chill of the wind, the promise of the frosting kiss of snow on the crops that the Goddess gave to the Men only to take it back. If she loses something she cherishes, so must they.
Hades almost pities them. Almost.
Cerberus nudges his hand with one head, the two others whining a complaint while looking at him with saddened eyes.
“You missed her too, didn’t you?” he asks, patting the damp muzzle.
The Hound whimpers again, as if in agreement.
Hades sighs.
Today is a day of joy, for the Underworld welcomes back its Queen.
Why would one soul be denied the merriment?
Cerberus strides by Hades’ side, wagging its tail and panting joyfully. Their steps echo in the dark and wide caverns, the steps of the God light and determined while the Hound’s claws click sharply on the stone. Hades enjoy the calm of his Realms, so much quieter than his brothers’.
Suddenly, the Hound barks and darts forward. Hades stops. And smiles.
She is here.
Her skin and hair as dark as the soil her mother loves so much, she treads quietly down the steps, her head held high. Her mask of majesty vanishes as she beholds the Hound running towards her. She throws her arms around as many heads as she can, laughing as too many tongues lick her as welcome.
He forgot how her laugh sounded. How could he forget that?
He should take offence that she didn’t greet him first, but how can he feel slighted in the smallest when the woman he loves seems so happy?
She finally pushes the Hound away, as gently as she would a child, and their eyes meet.
Hades bows his head. He will kneel before her, as she deserves, but not here. Later, in the privacy of their bedchambers.
“Husband.”
Her voice is sweet as the flowers her mother grows on the surface. She walks up to him and he kisses her hand. She smells of pomegranate.
He caresses her hair and takes from it the last bright summer flower that still lingers there. They both watch as it falls to the ground. And they both smile when Cerberus catches it with one head.
The Hound playfully nudges Persephone’s hand and it says what Hades has been waiting to say for months.
“Welcome home.”
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Date: 2017-10-30 07:45 pm (UTC)Even as a child.
It wasn’t until Xylda explained it to him that he understood. Xylda called it a Gift. Manfred wasn’t sure what to call it.
Growing up, it was reassuring to have that presence around him at all times. Some spirits were kinder than others, but with Xylda’s help, he was soon able to choose those he wanted to summon. And even in the absence of spirits, he wasn’t alone.
Always looming above him, like an ominous dark shadow that threatened to swallow him whole, it was here.
A constant companion.
There were times where he loathed it, where he would gobble up pills until the world was more blurry and less painful, almost kind, until he would stop screaming that he never asked for that gift, that he wanted it gone.
And there were times where he was happy to feel it around him, like a comforting embrace.
Familiar and sweet.