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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

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

oxoniensis and her AMAZING porn battle

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I am having far too much fun doing this, it does have to be said. ^_^;; And, thank you! *g*

Far from home, in an unfamiliar city Fraser should have felt completely out of place. This wasn’t his country, the people here were different, the culture was different, this was the place he was most of out of place. And yet he belonged here.

He belonged in a place with tall buildings and concrete, where fresh air was virtually non-existent. He belonged in a place where when it did snow the snow was trampled on or cleared away and there were few stars in the night sky. He belonged in Chicago because he belonged with one of its residents, Ray Vecchio.

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Ray had always felt a bit out of place. Sure Chicago was his home he’d been born and brought up in the city, the city was where his life was but he’d never felt like he belonged, not quite.

He never fitted in at work, not really. He’d struggled when he was with a partner, he’d struggled less without one, so he was left on his own, doing the caseload of two. Sometimes he felt he shouldn’t be a cop, that he didn’t belong as a detective. Then he’d met someone with whom he did belong, one Benton Fraser.

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It was late, just after 1AM and the guy Ray had been staking out had yet to appear. The long nights used to drag much more when Fraser wasn’t there to tell Inuit stories, or pass on handy survival tips or just listen to Ray comment on how cold he was getting. Then Fraser would take Ray’s hand and Ray would squeeze it and both of them would know, just know that they belonged. Whether it was in the Riv, on a stakeout or in a bustling street together, they belonged.

Thank you, much love for commenting.

What a beautiful, creepy Victoria.

They're not exactly sure how they got here and if you asked them tomorrow, you'd get three very different rationalizations about why they did it: too much to drink, too caught up celebrating to realize when the line was crossed, too desperate to cling to what was nearly lost.

By unspoken agreement, they do something very unnatural to them: they don't speak. Gasps and guttural moans fill the air, but no words. As long as they talk, don't cry out each other's names, then it's not really real and they won't have to spend the following weeks parsing meaning and having repeated conversations about how it will never happen again and how it won't change anything. They won't have to call it a mistake.

As long as they don't talk, they can step aside from everything else and just be here and now, three bodies: drunk and celebrating and desperate.

Hee! Genious! What I want to know now is how Guy persuades Mac to delete the video... ;)

Caroline has never been the soul of grace. She knows it. Her hands are steady, but her heart isn't, and she's got that funny walk and can't ever quite match her top to her trousers.

This time she's really done it, though. Here she is in a strange man's apartment, blocked loo, disgusting kitchen things, and no Toblerone in sight. No Bollinger either.

"Shit," she says again, and leans momentarily against the nearest wall. With her forehead pressed to the paint, she feels calmer. She takes a few deep breaths, which isn't advisable really, given the smell, and says "Shit" one last time before crossing the little foyer to the door. When she opens it, Guy tumbles in, having apparently had his ear pressed to the panels.

"Just trying to get comfortable," he says from the floor, standing up slowly so that he almost slides up her front. She skitters backwards.

"You can't sleep in the hall," she says. "That's ridiculous. This is your flat."

He smiles, this lazy, bashful grin that she knows - she knows - is put on, but her knees still go a little wobbly. Her balance is wonky at the best of times and he's got her completely off-kilter with the eyes and the twattishness and the Bollinger and the smell of his throat through the open neck of his shirt (are those roses?).

"So how about that something to eat?" he says, and they end up making omelet with mushrooms and some cheese she finds in the back of his fridge. There's no Bollinger, but there is a nice white wine, and then she takes a shower while he makes up the couch for himself. She comes out wearing her pajamas and he's watching tv, half-sprawled on the couch, and she stands there for a minute with her mouth open and nothing really to say.

"Ready for bed?" he says in a rich flirty voice. She puts her hands on her hips, trying to be affronted. "Not like that, Caroline" he says, "I just want to make sure you're comfortable. You're my guest."

She sits cautiously in a chair and draws her feet up. "I'm fine, thank you," she says. "Actually, I feel like a human being again."

His eyebrow quirks. "Did you feel like an alien before?"

"Metaphorically?" she says, and ruffles her drying hair. "Not like with green skin and tentacles and everything. Just out-of-place."

He props his chin in his hand, and it's such a calculated move, but there's no denying she could use a friend, if not more, and he really has got lovely eyes under those massive eyebrows. "Tell me about it," he says sympathetically, and she finds herself actually doing it, telling him the whole story of the missing keys and her brother's inability to stay in one place for any length of time, and her mother's delight over the fact that her daughter was finally a doctor.

"I think it confuses her," she says, curled into the chair, and he's still watching her attentively, which is astounding. "I mean, her knowledge of medicine is going down to the pharmacy for a packet of aspirin. And once she was thinking about buying a foot spa - we've got hard toenails in my family - but she couldn't decide whether Epsom salts would be prescription or not." She leans her chin into her hand. "I wish she'd bought it. I always wanted one of those."

He tells her about Switzerland, about Zurich and Gstaad and a little bit about some boat he seems to have and some house in France, and his voice is soothing, and she's nodding off.

"You look exhausted," he says, and she knows it's because she is exhausted, but his voice seems to be wrapping around her like something warm and comforting. "Why don't you go to bed? I'll wake you in the morning."

"I can take a taxi," she mumbles, losing ground quickly to the yawns. "Left the car at the...place. Too much bloody stuff in it."

"Don't be silly, Caroline," he says, affectionate amusement in his tone. "I'll take you."

Take me to bed, she thinks about saying, but drags herself out of the chair and mooches toward the bedroom. At the door, she pauses and turns. "Thanks," she says. "It's generous of you to have me over."

"Not a problem," he says. "Sweet dreams, Caroline."

She goes into the bedroom and leans her cheek briefly against the door before she tumbles into his bed, asleep almost before she can press her face into his pillows.

Oh good god, I am so in love with this. It's so perfect. And you've got the foot spa in there! And did I mention that it's PERFECT?

*smooshes Guy and Caroline both seperately and together*

(Also I admire Caroline's willpower. I would've totally given in to Guy.)

Just for you! And I too would have given in to Guy. Especially when he was pulling his charming act. You have to take advantage of it before he goes back to default twattishness!

I really want his pillows now. I bet he's got excellent bed furnishings. I figured Caro deserved a turn smelling his duvet.

Every time I write Victoria it comes out creepy. I think I was traumatised by VS.

OMG your icon! Llamas FTW!

That was lovely, and bonus points for BJ/Hawk. I just perved your LJ to read the others, very nice, esp. "Sound of Silence".
I can personally guarantee

watergal lyrastar's fics, you can find her on mash_slash. And

epigone wrote a series also.

Mac feels himself slipping into past tense already. Even standing next to Caroline at the altar, even kissing Caroline on the lawn after dragging her out of the sky, he's aware of himself as a story she'll tell later. He tries hard to live in the present, but it turns out that's difficult when there's no future. In bed, he can forget, but he can't spend all his time in bed. More's the pity.

He smiles. He copes. He loves his wife. He goes to work. And he buys a notebook.

"What are you doing?" Guy says, leaning too close over his shoulder.

"Writing my memoirs," Mac says, ignoring the way that Guy's breathing into his ear. "That way I can exist in perpetuity, and everyone will know what a wanker you were."

"Yeah, well," says Guy, sitting down almost in Mac's lap. "Maybe you should spend a little less time with the pen and a little more time perpetuating. Wouldn't want your wife to leave you before you've even kicked off."

"You are the consummate gentleman," Mac says, scribbling down he doesn't even know what anymore, but he feels like he should leave something for Caro and Guy, because no matter if he tells them he loves them a hundred times a day (and he can't quite imagine saying those words to Guy), it won't be enough. Strange how dying clarifies things.

"Actually," Guy says, and his thigh is pressed against Mac's, and his elbow is in Mac's ribs, "I'm not sure I want to know what a ginger/ex-and-future-fiancée child would look like. Both of you have got shit hair and no fashion sense."

"It's good to know you care," Mac says. He keeps writing in the future tense, as if there will be a future. He wants to remind them of the good times, but he can't bring himself to say "was" and "were" and "have done" when he can't say "will be" and "will do".

"Actually..." says Guy, still too close. "I do. Care. If you were wondering." And Mac turns his face to give Guy his best puzzled look, and Guy kisses him. It's awkward and sloppy and Guy tastes like that awful yogurt of Martin's, but then Guy puts his hand around the back of Mac's head and slides so that their mouths actually line up, and that's better. Astronomically better. Guy's mouth urges his open and there's that long tongue and the taste of blackberries. And it's not even weird to be kissing his best friend. Mac feels like he's actually in the moment for the first time in weeks.

"You ginger tosspot," says Guy, with his mouth against Mac's cheek and their noses mashed together. "Don't die. We still have things to do."

Mac laughs but it turns into a sob.

*cries*

*a lot*

Lovely. And sad. And the boys were so them and the kiss was mmmmmmm and now I have to go and blow my nose.

I wanted to end it with something more smartass, but it just wouldn't go. I am sorry to make you cry!

So this vid? PRETTY MUCH MADE OF AWESOME. I love, love, LOVE the use of the sound in the clips intercut with the lyrics of the song. I am usually leery about it, but honestly, I don't know that I've EVER seen it used to such a wonderful effect. The end seriously made me tear up. *twirls you around* Thank you SO much for playing!!! :o)

Thank you so much, mostly for putting my mind at rest about how the dialogue/music thing would come across. I know it's usually either brilliant or awful and I was just hoping the comedy would carry it through in this case.

And I had a blast making it! :D This has been a fantastic experience so far. Woo! Yay! Eee! (etc.)

Angel stared out the window at the skyline of his city one last time. Time. Such a funny concept.

Back when he’d been Liam he’d thought he had all the time in the world. He was young, plenty of time for wine, women and song. Father had wanted Liam to marry, settle down, have children and take over the family business. No time for that, there was a world to see.

Then Darla came and gave him time immeasurable. Days and nights spread out before him like a blanket. He was Angelus now and he took his time, savored every moment to its fullest, filling every second with screams and blood and sex. Time filtered past him slow and sensuous like a lover’s caress. Time enough to love Darla in his way, to torture and turn Drusilla, to love his childe and preen as she made her own, to teach young William and be with him, just that one time.

Time a plenty for a kill he would always regret and never forget. Angel was born and time had no meaning now. He left the shores of Europe behind for America. Day melted into day, night blended into night. Years came and went and when Whistler showed up, he wanted nothing more than to end his time on this Earth.

Buffy slowed time once more, bringing purpose to his existence. Time again for love, of a different sort. Time for shadows and secrets and longing. Time to reunite with family, to return to the beast he’d been. Angelus. Making sport of the Watcher and his Slayer. Until time again had no meaning in hell.

He had no memory of his stay there save for the loss of time again. This time days drew out forever, each second lasting a lifetime, endless minutes of drawn out pain. Suffering of a kind that Angelus would have envied giving to his victims. Until he returned and time sped up, torturing him again with a love he could never have.

Los Angeles ran on its own time. It sped up and slowed down on a whim. Not enough time to save Doyle. Too much time to sleep with Darla. Betrayal in an instant. Death prolonged over months. A year erased by magic. A year spent to close to evil. Spike saved. Fred and Cordelia lost. Illyria gained. His chance at redemption lost with the stroke of a pen. His legacy alive with his son.

Time had seen it all. And now, once last time, the Champion was called. He’d sent them all away to spend there time as they wished. He’d spent his wishing for more.

I would just like to inform you that this made me laugh inappropriately in the work place. Well done, you!

I really enjoyed this. I loved the interaction between the two characters.

Thank you =)

*headdesk* Managed to leave your feedback as a fresh new comment... Uh, sorry mod, if you're reading! I just got up...

Anyway, as I said first time around -

"lime green lime green and tangerine
are the sickly sweet colours of the devil in my dreams"

*g* Because right now I'm all about getting you to guess the songs that lyrics come from...

Loved this so much though! Its been far to long since I've read any Good Omens fic. I'm tempted to go run a bath and take my copy (only slightly eaten by rabbits) with me ^_^

Oh, this is lovely.

And it's just so right. I can easily see Ma Vecchio doing this and Ray letting her despite feeling embarrassed, but deep down liking it.

Lovely.

Very touching and lovely.

I had the best laid plans this side of America,
Starting off in George and finish in Angelica!

*g* Guess which song came onto my playlist just as I was deciding what colours to make the sunrise? The Creative Zen knows all!!

Also, thank you! \o/

Thank you! That's incredibly lovely feedback, not least because writing short is difficult for someone as given to verbal diarrhoea as me. ^_^

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Let the Promptathon Begin!

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

Together, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, belonging, G

Re: Sandman, Dream/Death, ice cream - gen, g rated - Dreams of Destruction and Ice Cream

Re: Frozen, due South, Victoria, 'Fire', G.

Unspoken, Sports Night, Dan/Casey/Dana, as long as, R

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

Anecdotal, Green Wing, Caro(/Guy), wonky,

Re: Anecdotal, Green Wing, Caro(/Guy), wonky,

Re: Anecdotal, Green Wing, Caro(/Guy), wonky,

Re: Frozen, due South, Victoria, 'Fire', G.

Re: Downtime, MAS*H, Hawkeye/BJ, still, G

Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG

Re: Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG

Re: Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG

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

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

Never Enough Angel the Series Angel, time (gen) PG-13

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

Re: Bar Scene, SG-1 Sam/Vala, Possession, PG13

Re: Bar Scene, SG-1 Sam/Vala, Possession, PG13

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

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

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

Let the Promptathon Begin!

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

Together, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, belonging, G

Re: Sandman, Dream/Death, ice cream - gen, g rated - Dreams of Destruction and Ice Cream

Re: Frozen, due South, Victoria, 'Fire', G.

Unspoken, Sports Night, Dan/Casey/Dana, as long as, R

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

Anecdotal, Green Wing, Caro(/Guy), wonky,

Re: Anecdotal, Green Wing, Caro(/Guy), wonky,

Re: Anecdotal, Green Wing, Caro(/Guy), wonky,

Re: Frozen, due South, Victoria, 'Fire', G.

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

Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG

Re: Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG

Re: Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG

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

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

Never Enough Angel the Series Angel, time (gen) PG-13

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

Re: Bar Scene, SG-1 Sam/Vala, Possession, PG13

Re: Bar Scene, SG-1 Sam/Vala, Possession, PG13

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

no subject

no subject

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

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

Re: Downtime, MAS*H, Hawkeye/BJ, still, G