Multi-fandom Ficathon
Mar. 5th, 2013 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lynzie914
(Created because, well just wishing someone else would do one, didn’t seem to be working. Also ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
upupa_epops convinced me this wasn’t a terrible idea.)
upupa_epops convinced me this wasn’t a terrible idea.)This is free-for-all kind of ficathon, which means everything goes. Any show, any movie, and book, mythology, original, crossovers, new fandoms, dead fandoms, anything.
RULES:
One. As per usual, one prompt per comment. It just makes things easier for everyone. Prompts can be anything (lyrics, a word, a picture, anything) but they should look something like this: fandom, pairing/character, prompt. Or something very close.
Example: TVD, Caroline,in the mirror you’ll find faith, plastic flowers never fade
Two. You don’t have to write anything to prompt, and the same goes the other way. You don’t have to prompt to write. But, of course, I encourage both.
Three. Please feel free to prompt as much as you want. Don’t worry about how much or how little, you’ll find I encourage spamming.
Four. When you fill a prompt, please leave a link to it here. Your header should include a title, the fandom, the rating, the characters/ships, and warnings if there are any.
Five. Leave feedback. Everybody loves comments on their work, they just do. And if someone fills your prompt, really it’s just polite.
Six. Speaking of….Be nice everyone. Just because you don’t like a prompt, doesn’t mean someone else doesn’t have the right to put it out there. Act like the awesome people I know you are. Also, please warn for anything that can be considering triggering. I’m here and around, but I really don’t want to have to be on people for things like this, and I’m hoping that it never reody quired for me to delete anything. But I will.
Seven. There will be spoilers in here for many different fandoms, it’s just inevitable. You’ve been warned.
Eight. GO FORTH AND PROMPT AND FILL PROMPTS AND PIMP THIS THING OUT. Okay, that’s not legit rule. But go forth and do so anyways. Anyone and everyone is welcome, to prompt, fill, and pimp this thing out. Seriously though, please pimp this out. More people is always better.
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Date: 2013-03-07 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-03-07 03:12 pm (UTC)I want to tell you this story without having to say that I ran out into the street
to prove something, that he chased after me
and threw me into the gravel.
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Date: 2013-03-07 03:32 pm (UTC)and when you open your eyes you're washing up
in a stranger's bathroom,
standing by the window in a yellow towel, only twenty minutes away
from the dirtiest thing you know.
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Date: 2013-03-08 09:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2013-03-08 11:23 am (UTC)Natasha wasn’t programmed to feel fear. She was the Black Widow, people were supposed to fear her. She had a confidence in her skills that made her feel and become virtually unstoppable. But when Coulson ordered her to India to collect ‘The Big Guy’ something started simmering in the pit of her belly. She’d read the brief and seen the footage from Culver University. She’d known of the Hulk since Bruce Banner had gone on the run. Being in his presence was an entirely different thing from watching him on screen. Natasha was by no means stupid, but the Hulk was something she couldn’t comprehend. Bruce’s body broke all the rules and she liked rules. She liked the logic on how to take down an opponent. With the Hulk, there were no strategies, no way of predicting how he would act.
She had breathed a sigh of relief when she got Bruce on the SHIELD plane with only one minor hint at the monster inside of him. Even then, it had been Bruce’s little test and nothing compared to what she would witness on the Helicarrier. As she watched Bruce writhe in agony on the floor next to her the simmering turned to a raging torrent. Wave after wave of burning terror washed over her. Natasha didn’t feel like this. Ever. She knew in her heart that talking Bruce down was useless but she tried it anyway. She was scared. She hadn’t been scared when Clint had her pinned, ready to take her out. She had been pissed that she’d messed up and let him win. There never would be any winning with the Hulk. To face him head on was to die and Natasha wasn’t ready to do that yet. Not until she had Clint back. So she did something she never had to do. She ran. She ran for her life.
As with just about any situation, Natasha was quick to recover. She was back in the fight moments after Thor swooped in and tackled the Hulk.
As she watched Bruce transform in New York, Natasha wasn’t scared. At first she couldn’t explain why but when Bruce came to speak with her as she had her wounds tended to in the infirmary she realised the fear was not exclusive to the Hulk. Her fear had been of death. Of an enemy she couldn’t hope to overcome. Something that stood in her way of bringing Clint back to their side. What she feared most was losing Clint. Bruce had smiled warmly and told her he’d try his best not get in her way again, especially when it came to Clint. She thanked Bruce with a squeeze to his arm. Without him she might not have realised it was okay to be scared.
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Date: 2013-03-08 12:34 am (UTC)Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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Date: 2013-03-08 12:37 am (UTC)That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
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Date: 2013-03-08 12:38 am (UTC)For I myself once saw with my own eyes
the Sibyl hanging in her jar,
and when the boys asked her, 'Sibyl, what do you want?'
she answered 'I want to die.'
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Date: 2013-03-08 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-03-08 11:12 am (UTC)only hope remains
'Well,' Pandora drawls as she takes in his prone form, bloody and chained and naked (nothing she hasn't seen before), 'This is underwhelming'.
'You don't say,' Prometheus bites out through the gritted teeth, and she shoos the birds away. Pain makes him surly, and he is difficult to deal with as it is, always has been, always will be. Part of her relishes the power his punishment has given her - to bring relief or to withhold it - and she wields it with the cruel precision she's never deemed she has before.
Perhaps, Prometheus did. He never thanks her, after all. Ungrateful son of a bitch.
Still. His eyebrows unknit and the tortured frown marring his savage face slackens. Pandora moves to dab off the sweat of his forehead, but Prometheus twists away from her touch. As far as his chains allow, that is. 'What do you want?' he snaps at her, ever the cross one, and Pandora sighs, yet doesn't lower her outstretched hand, doesn't step away.
'Geez,' she says, 'Looking good, Pandora. So nice of you to visit. How have you been? I am fine, Prometheus. Thanks for asking!' Prometheus scoffs, but lets her slide closer, lets her swipe her fingers over the damp skin. She doesn't miss the way he leans into her palm, knows enough not to comment on it. Her husband is a proud man (well, a titan), and even now, stripped off of all his privileges, all his dignity, even of his death, he remains the same. Exposing his weakness, no matter how small, would get her nowhere, and whatever he may think, she doesn't come here to fight.
'You know', she offers conversationally, smoothing his dark hair, hard as wires they are and prickly, 'Small talk can get you a long way. I might even be cajoled to bring you biscuits next time'. He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed now, and Pandora smiles. She delights in his annoyance for annoyance is not pain, and the fact that he can still feel something, something other than the perpetual agony he is cursed with, is encouraging.
'Like I would take anything from you,' he says. The blow, though not unexpected, manages to dampen her mood and is that spit on her dress?
'No,' she replies, a bit more vehemently than she intended, 'Of course, not. And I wouldn't give them to you anyway. Even if you begged.' Not that he would. Prometheus doesn't know how to beg, doesn't know how to ask or plead or compromise. With him there is only freedom and choice and the right to know. All things noble, all things righteous and selfless and good. It makes her wonder why he married her in the first place, the lying treacherous snake that she is.
You didn't need me, she wants to tell him, still don't, so why did you? Why me, the all-gifted, the all-giving, why marry me if you don't want any of my gifts?
'They are fine,' she says, 'Your pets. A bit miffed after the second world war, but fine. They'll get over it'.
Prometheus' brow creases. 'War?'
Yes, yes, one of the wicked things that climbed out from the box, one of the real nasties .
'Russians won, by the way. They got lucky. The winter was truly vicious. Lost more than a half of their own army though, but don't look a gift horse in the mouth, right?'
He is angry now, she can tell, and anger is even better than annoyance, so Pandora is pleased.
Her smile widens and Pandora practically beams at him.
Hate me, she wills him, hate me even though I've never opened the damned box. Epimetheus did, but he is your brother and you love him and you've never loved me, so hate me, let me have this much at least. I'll be the betrayer, the wicked one, the cursed one. I'll be Eve and Lilith and the snake. I'll let them tarnish my name, I'll let them curse the half of the human race that you crafted in my likeness because when all was said and done, I looked into the box and there was nothing, no hope for us, no hope at all, and it means that this will never end.
Pandora stays with him until he falls asleep. Eagles won't return as long as she is here.
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Date: 2013-03-08 04:24 am (UTC)or something more serious, idk
Damn it, Autocorrect.
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Date: 2013-03-08 04:34 am (UTC)Remember that girl you kissed in the greenhouse,
the way sunlight misted through milky glass,
how her kiss sparked a ripple,
like oil over water, the burning desire to scratch.
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Date: 2013-03-08 04:37 am (UTC)For the mind
suffers more than the body, may laugh at
the force of the absurd though at the time
it is no laughing matter.
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Date: 2013-03-08 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-03-08 05:29 am (UTC)Opened my skin, made a claim of revolution
Then you let yourself right back in
Look at us now, are you saddened by the way that
I am carelessly unbound and still happy now
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Date: 2013-03-08 05:31 am (UTC)Don't you mess with a little girl's dream
'Cause she's liable to grow up mean
Surprised you to find that I'm laughing?
You thought that you'd find me in tears
You thought I'd be crawling the walls
Like a tiny mosquito and trembling in fear