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A history of the Cold War, told in lolcats & \0/ ([personal profile] sansets) wrote in [community profile] rat_jam2007-03-27 12:01 am
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Let the Promptathon Begin!

To join the battle, all you need to do is pick a prompt from below (any prompt, even if it's your own) and write/vid/manip/icon/draw/whatever the most creative bit of whatever you can create! And remember - PLEASE feel free to vid or icon or manip or do something non-written. We love ALL kinds of creative output equally!

When you've written/painted/made it, paste it into the comments here. Once you've done that, you can post it wherever else you want.

You may enter as many times as you like, so long as each entry is completely separate (not a series of linked pieces). Also, please do not link to old work - this should be something new, produced for the challenge, based on one of the prompts.

THE RULES

1. It must fit in one comment, so the limit is 4,300 characters (there's no minimum limit). It can be part of a longer piece that you may post elsewhere, as long as it's something new and based on one of the prompts, but all we want here is the part that you are most proud of. If you make art, if it's larger than 350 px wide, please use a thumbnail linking directly to the piece (directly to the artwork, not a post or site). The thumbnail can be up to 350 px wide, and 300 px high, and should include as much of the art as possible. If it is a vidlet or something else requiring dowloading, like a fanmix, please post the link to where we can download. Feel free to post a teaser image, but please confine yourself to the artwork preview rules.

2. Important! Please use the subject line of your comment to identify the snippet, like so: Title, prompt, rating (i.e. Fandom, Pairing, prompt word, rating system of your choice). For example, I might write: "Staying Awake, One Tree Hill, Lucas/Nathan, rain, R", or "The Sun Has Gone Down, Crossover, Torchwood/Stargate Atlantis, Jack/John, under fire, for all ages".

3. You have one week – the post will close for new entries next Sunday, April 1, at midnight eastern standard time. PLEASE be certain to check the World Time Clock to verify the deadline time in your area.

4. Don't forget that these prompts are only written as character one/character two for convience, NOT because of any requirement to make it a relationship story! Gen and friend are very welcome here. They can be interpreted in ANY WAY, so just imagine the FUN possiblities. You can take one prompt and write it, draw it, icon it, fanmix it, AND vid it. (Although if you have the time to do all of that in the week that these prompts are open, I might just have to kill myself out of jealousy :o) And you can use the characters in a different way each time. Don't be afraid to think outside the box!

5. Please don't post anything but your creations or feedback/feedback replies (to individual stories) here. If you've got any questions or comments, please leave them on this post right here, NOT on this post that you are currently reading. We'd like to keep this purely for the creative output (and feedback on the creations - readers/voyeurs, please do show the writers/artists much love for their creative offerings).

The prompts are right here
Thanks SO much to [livejournal.com profile] sageness for coding and lending hosting space on her site!


The prompts using only one character were listed first, followed by the prompts for more than one character. ALL crossovers are under both fandoms, so you don't need to worry about looking in multiple places for your crossovers - those listed under Smallville are the same listed under Supernatural, if you are looking for prompts for a Smallville/Supernatural crossover.

Finally! Warning: ALL ratings are acceptable here, from the things that you would show your aged grandmother, all the way up to to the things that would make a sailor blush. Use your own discretion, and please label your stories, art, and other creative output accordingly.

Thank you kindly!

rules stolen from [livejournal.com profile] oxoniensis and her AMAZING porn battle

Re: These Days, Green Wing, Guy(/Caro), now, G

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
At the risk of just repeating Cat: oh, Guy.

I love that Guy not only knows he loved Mac, but he openly knows that he knows.

*loves*

'Things I'll Never Say', Due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid, PG-ish

[identity profile] voiceless009.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Large version (20.33 MB) (http://files.filefront.com/7081123)

Small version (9.12 MB) (http://files.filefront.com/7081264)

Both links lead to FileFront where you will be given the choice of either downloading or streaming the vid. I recommend downloading because of the dramatic difference in quality.

Re: Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/exitmusic__/ 2007-03-30 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm coming home.

One sentence. Three words. So much love.

He wonders where those sweaters are.

Something tells me he's gonna find them when he goes home.


Re: Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
*beams*

The second to last one is such a great Casey renaissance. Missing Casey more than he misses New York, and he misses New York a lot.

The last one... I 'awwww'ed and grinned inside.

And yay! postcards.

Re: Twisting In The Wind, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, proof, 15 (language)

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Heeee!

I loved the image of Guy on a mad "all work and no play makes Guy a dull boy" rampage.

the other half...He'd rather not think about the other half.
Also loved not at all in denial Guy.

Underpants-removing, wildly contorting Guy? Yep. Loved that too. :-)

Re: Final Wager, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, jelly, PG

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Haven't you already written Guy and Mac in jelly? Dream jelly, admittedly, but still.

And yeah, this didn't end up quite as hurty as I'd originally intended it to be, but Guy refused to stop thinking about Mac's nether regions. Alas.

Re: Downtime, M*A*S*H, Hawkeye/BJ, still, G

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Cool! I will be tracking those down for sure.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (guy mac butch sundance)

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! So happy you liked it!
catwalksalone: (casey heart)

Re: Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Or maybe he won't need sweaters when he gets home because something else will be keeping him warm, ^_^

Glad you liked.

Re: Stormy Weather, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, rain, PG

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't even fathom how you managed to say so much and do so much with this relationship in so few words. This is frustrating and sad and touching all at once, and I feel like I am turning over the paper to find the rest of the story, while also feeling that this slice is all I want or need to see.

Re: These Days, Green Wing, Guy(/Caro), now, G

[identity profile] leiascully.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)


All for you, baby! *g* I want to write Caro too, but I didn't want to step on your toes.

Re: These Days, Green Wing, Guy(/Caro), now, G

[identity profile] leiascully.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, Guy" is what I say approximately every five minutes.

He just takes a while to tune in to what he already knows sometimes.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (green wing caroline balloons)

Re: These Days, Green Wing, Guy(/Caro), now, G

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
No toe stepping! Go ahead and write her. I'd love to read what you do with the prompt.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (Casey is cool)

Re: Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay, it was totally supposed to be a Casey renaissance. I win!

*does a little dance*

(I may be getting over-excited for chat. Just a teeny bit.)

Re: James Dean, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, rock and roll, PG

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Cute dialogue. I like the poking at Casey's pride.

Re: Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Horray, sweet postcard fic, with a moody, lonesome Dan. Who can ask for more...except for the arriving home, but, yeah, he's on his way.

Re: Twisting In The Wind, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, proof, 15 (language)

[identity profile] leiascully.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I love you.

And Guy. And Mac. And oooh, you done kilt me with Guy rolling up his sleeves so slowly and sliding his hands into his trousers. Dead, dead, dead.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (guy i win!)

Re: Twisting In The Wind, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, proof, 15 (language)

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
And then there's the bit when he tries to encourage all the patients to rise against the hospital admin. Last time a water cooler was 'accidentally' broken apart in Dr. Statham's office. There was much stammering that day.

Yay! So happy you liked it.

Re: These Days, Green Wing, Guy(/Caro), now, G

[identity profile] leiascully.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I will do it right now!

Re: Final Wager, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, jelly, PG

[identity profile] leiascully.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
And then I died of glee! You are a winner.

"Morning Has Broken" Good Omens - Crowley/Aziraphale, first light - rated G

[identity profile] etcetera-cat.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
While it is widely agreed that one of the first things God said was ‘Let There Be Light,’ it is generally less reported that it was several weeks (those having being invented, somewhat confusingly, before days but after years) until the final colour scheme— such as it went— was decided on.

Aziraphale, the Angel at the Gates of Eden, clothéd all in white and carrying a great flaming sword, was staring at the left knee area of his robe. He appeared to have a grass stain, although the rather unusual sunrise (shades of green and orange, with the occasional dash of grey) was making it hard to tell.

“You’d think that He’d maybe have sat down and thought about this kind of stuff before making everything, wouldn’t you?”

The Angel at the Gates of Eden, clothéd all in white (except for the region of his left knee) and carrying a great flaming sword looked down. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Who else is it likely to be?” the serpent, whose name was Crawly, asked. “It’s not like there’s anything interesting up here yet.” A pause, while he surveyed the in-progress sunrise. “Well, not much.”

The angel, who had recently decided to shorten his name to something less like a job description and preferred to be just plain Aziraphale, rubbed at the stain with one hand and hummed in a distracted fashion.

“You’re not even listening to me,” Crawly pouted as best as his current form allowed and raised himself up so he could see the stain. “I don’t know, not even a whole fortnight in Creation and you’ve already messed up your robes.” Crawly managed a kind of hissing tut as he shook his head.

“What?” Aziraphale blinked and looked at the snake, covering the stain with one hand. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re on about, my dear. And what, precisely, is a ‘fortnight’?”

Crawly shrugged— no mean feat for someone without obvious shoulders— and flicked his tail. “Down Below just invented it,” he said. “Something to do with paving the way for the package holiday.” He glanced around then back to the angel. “Before you ask; No. I have no idea what a package holiday is.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale sighed and squinted at the sun. It appeared to be a rather unattractive shade of lime today. “I do hope they don’t settle on this for the final setting,” he said somewhat plaintively.

“It could be worse,” Crawly said. “It could be my side sorting out the lighting arrangements and weather. We’d be neck deep in rains of blood and pitiless ultraviolet radiation.”

“Ultraviolet radiation?”

“It just appeared in my head,” Crawly sounded disgruntled. “They just do that, you know.” He concentrated for a moment. “Something else to do with the package holidays, apparently. And the ozone layer, whatever that is.”

“Quite.” Aziraphale made an effort to stop fussing over the (probable) grass stain and instead elected to polish his sword. It had been rather too smoky recently.

The lime green sun inched higher into the distressed tangerine sky.

“Ink ai ood oo is aac eh oo-ans, re-ae um ifowowee?”

“I’m sorry?” Aziraphale stared down at Crawly, who had curled himself into a circle and appeared to be eating himself.

“Oor-oob ur oos?”

“I really can’t understand a word you’re saying.”

Crawly spat out his tail and gave Aziraphale a faintly disgusted look. “Some angel you are,” he muttered. “I said; d’you think I should do this in front of the humans, create some good mythology for them?”

“My dear, humans are right down at the bottom of the list at the moment, He’s got a thousand other things to sort out before He gets to them.”

“No shame in planning ahead.” Crawly curled himself into a disgruntled looking heap. “Evil never sleeps and all that.”

“Of course it doesn’t; neither does Good.” Aziraphale shook his head and went back to polishing his sword.

Crawly resisted the urge to bite the angel on the ankle. There was no need to get so— so— angelic about things. Tilting his head slightly, the serpent stared at the sky.

“If they keep this as the final choice, I’m going back Down Below,” he muttered, primarily to himself.

Graduation, due South, Vecchio, uniform, G

[identity profile] aingeal8c.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Ray was nervous as he adjusted his tie. His mother had already shined his buttons twice and had spent at least ten minutes brushing imaginary lint off his shoulder. Ray had to admit as embarrassing as it was to be an adult and have your mother make sure he was dressed properly, the fact she was proud of him meant he’d happily endure several hours of fussing.

She was sitting out there now with Maria. Ray hadn’t expected his Pop to come. The uniform Ray now wore was something his father thought of as the ultimate failure of Ray as a son but Ray didn’t care. He liked this uniform. Sure the shirt itched a little and his hat was a bit too big, causing it to fall forward slightly, but he’d earned the right to wear it. He’d managed to earn something on his own for the first time in his life.

He was a guy with a career, with a future, with the possibility of doing something good in his life and not wasting it playing pool and drinking beer. He looked at the star shaped shield on his chest, the silver a nice contrast against the navy blue. Chicago PD, he was part of the Chicago PD. He wore the uniform to prove it. And he was going show everybody it was more than the right to wear a uniform he was earning today.

He checked his gloves one last time. His palms were sweaty; he jest hoped his gloves would stay dry for the presentation. He took his position with the other graduating cadets. He took a deep breath as he walked forward with them, about to become a fully fledged cop, wearing his uniform with pride.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (guy i win!)

Re: Twisting In The Wind, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, proof, 15 (language)

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I will allow you to love me. ^_^

Have to say the image of the sleeves and disappearing hands did for me something chronic. Mmmmmm, Guy.

Interlude, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, dark, PG

[identity profile] aingeal8c.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Fraser opened his eyes. It was dark in the apartment and there was barely any light from the streetlights outside but it didn’t matter. It was nice to close his eyes and use his other sense. He could feel the warm body next to him, Ray’s breath on his skin and the sound of Ray’s heart beating. He could smell Ray, himself, their mingled scents and smiled.

It might be dark but he could still sense the love in the room. It was lying beside him. Satisfied Fraser drifted off back to sleep.

Re: "Morning Has Broken" Good Omens - Crowley/Aziraphale, first light - rated G

[identity profile] cerriddwen.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I... I totally love this. Yeah, I have nothing constructive as I have been reduced to a little puddle of squee. Lime green sun!

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