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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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Yay apocalypse! And I love that Teal'c means home to Cam.

Oh, that was nice! I like the first line a whole bunch, and it's just very sweet.

If Hiro is going to be honest with himself, he has to admit that he's had a crush on Ando for a long time. He tries to ignore it, though - smash it down into a place where he doesn't have to think about it or let it risk ruining their friendship.

But he lets his crush out in little ways. He invites Ando over to his apartment whenever he can think of a reason, and he makes sure his fridge is always full of the things that Ando likes. He's also pretty sure that they hug a lot more than most other guys who are just friends. And secretly, even though he knows it's not very nice or noble of him, he's glad that Ando doesn't have anyone else in the way of friends. It means that Hiro gets more time with him to himself, and he makes good use of it.

"I have Star Trek!" he says excitedly when Ando comes over, and he doesn't let himself be disappointed when the other man looks skeptical.

"Is it the series with Jeri Ryan in the skin-tight suit?" he asks.

"No, but it's the series where all of the women wear really short skirts," says Hiro, and Ando starts to look a little more interested.

Hiro knows his friend well.

"I guess I can stay for a few hours. But not that long, we both have work in the morning," he says as he settles on Hiro's couch. But Ando will stay late; he always does, because neither of them actually take their work all that seriously.

Hiro settles down next to him, maybe a litter closer than he should, and gets ready for a long night with his best friend and his favorite show.

Oh, that was amazing and wonderful and just the sort of thing that I can see happening in the aftermath of Matt's death. And I really love the way you wrote Harriet.

It's not following a prompt! I'm really, really cheating! But I got hit by a craving to vid this in the viewing chat today, so it seems like a shame not to at least post it here and give

rat_jam the credit.

Vid, 1:30, imeem and download at (http://sapote3.livejournal.com/11830.html)

this link (http://sapote3.livejournal.com/11830.html)

What a beautiful glimpse of Ray! And so true to his character.

"People are either one way or the other," Gene grunts.

"Not true," Sam retorts, swallowing in a deep breath and changing position.

"That's what we were taught. At school."

"They did not teach you about being gay in school."

Sam twists his hand to the left and bites on his lower lip, smiling at the expression in Gene's hooded eyes. Gene knocks his head back over the top of the car seat.

"Did too. The older kids. Told us it were sick. You were either sick or you were healthy."

"You look pretty healthy right this second."

Gene huffs out a breath and a bead of sweat trickles from his forehead. Sam keeps stroking, speeding up his movements, watching as Gene starts thrusting forward. Sam rubs his thumb over the tip of Gene's cock, spreading pre-come. His breath is ragged as he grips his own cock, pumping in time.

Sam's voice is hushed when he continues. "You look more than healthy, you look gorgeous."

Gene comes with a low sound, his head bashing with a resounding thump. He looks at Sam lazily, displaying curiosity and sated fascination as Sam keeps working his cock, close to coming himself. "What was it called, then? Wanting birds and blokes? Bicircular?"

Sam manages to answer between breaths. "Bisexuality."

"That's a movement I could get behind."

Sam laughs. "Doesn't surprise me."

He comes, hot and sticky, and turns to see Gene looking off into the far distance.

"Shit. Speaking of movement, there's some at number forty, better get little Sammy zipped up. And be careful. We don't want him going through the grinder. He has to be in tip top shape for later on today."

Oh, nice! I like the way you've tracked Dee's life, and how she felt about the relationship with Billy.

♥

I love this.

This is wonderful.

Thanks! It helps to base the choice of colours on some canon images, but I'm still amazed that it works.

Hee! Multitasking on a stakeout. Love it.

Awww Hiro. Very cute little scene.

Stakeouts were an introspective time. Although Ray started the shift chatting and playing word games, after a few hours they always ended up in a comfortable silence. Fraser's senses focused outwards for evidence of wrongdoing while his thoughts focused inward.

As a child, Ben had been happy. He and his mother had lived in a cabin half a day's journey from their nearest neighbor. The two of them spent days in cooperative story-telling ventures that drew equally on the wilderness outside the cabin and the wildness within them. His father's occasional visits were pleasant but perplexing. Father didn't talk to the fire when he gave it wood. He knew nothing of the gentle snow-whatsit or the fearsome kamikan, which could take on the form of wolf or man, and preyed upon both.

After Mother's death, Ben went to live with his grandparents and became Benton. It had felt like a punishment. His stories were met with admonishments against telling lies. His fervent prayers to God to let him speak to Mother were blasphemous. His tears made everyone uncomfortable.

Benton had tried so hard to learn the rules of his new existence. There were many languages to speak, but only one at a time, never mixed up together as Mother had enjoyed. There was fiction and non-fiction. There was reality and there were childish dreams.

Benton read and reread a pamphlet in his grandparents' library about Amala and Kamala, the wolf-girls of India. Raised by a she-wolf that was later killed by the local villagers, they had never learned how to live among humans. Amala had grown sick and died. Kamala had mourned and died alone. Only by following the rules could he avoid their fate.

Ray's right hand tapped out a complex beat on his denim-clad thigh as he watched the warehouse. Diefenbaker snored in the back seat.

Benton's year of high school in Norman Wells had been difficult. Full and complete answers to the teachers' questions angered the other students. Girls walked close, smiled and touched him. A few of the boys did the same, if more subtly. It was flirting. Benton knew that much, but he wasn't certain how to respond. Benton kissed a girl behind the community center. She responded enthusiastically at first. When he pressed his erect penis against her thigh, she pulled away, insisting that she was not that kind of girl. It was confusing.

He chose to follow in Father's footsteps and become a Mountie. At the Depot, Cadet Fraser developed a clearer sense of the man he wanted to be. The unwritten rules among cadets said he should turn a blind eye to Steve's cheating. Fraser had thought about it over-night. The next morning, he turned Steve in. The cadets rejected him in turn. It was only to be expected.

Fraser's arrest of his father's killer left him exiled to Chicago. He was alone but for Diefenbaker and Father's spirit – fitting companions for a man with only one foot in reality.

In Chicago even the rules of basic courtesy that he had painstakingly learned were incorrect. However, everyone seemed to assume that Fraser's oddities were a result of his nationality, rather than any personal failing. Both of Fraser's partners expressed clearly when he transgressed some local norm, but they never rejected him when he chose to follow his own path.

Of course, that led to Victoria. He had believed she was his true mate; had chased after love with all that was in him. He had thrown aside caution, common sense, and honor; ignored Ray, Diefenbaker, and his father. He had risked all he had to create a world where he and Victoria could be together. Moderation had never been one of Fraser's strong suits.

Which brought him back to Ray. Ray, passionately pursuing and protecting his ex-wife, still never stepped over the line. He sensed boundaries by instinct and danced along them with grace. Fraser envied him that talent.

Ray, somehow sensing that Fraser was thinking of him, turned and smiled. He reached into his pocket and offered Fraser a stick of spearmint gum. Fraser accepted.

All these years, Fraser had tried so hard to be a good boy, a good Mountie, a good partner. As the gum's sweetness burst across his tongue, Fraser wondered if perhaps it was time he learned to be human.

Thank you. =)

It was the only time it was okay to look, when they were all in a circle in the empty storage room up above Dermot Mullaly's uncle's welding shop. They were allowed to use it because Seamus Mullaly thought they were having Scout troop meetings, but what they were really doing was drinking stolen beer and smoking and passing porn around, and on some days, the days Duck lived for, having a circle jerk.

It wasn't okay to look in the locker room. You were supposed to pretend you didn't see the other guys' dicks and their balls and how Buddy's pubic hair was straight and dark and not very thick and looked like it might be soft if you touched it.

And no matter how much you wanted to, it wasn't okay to look at the swimming hole when they went skinny-dipping. You never checked out another guy's bare ass, not anywhere, not ever, not even Buddy's when he got out of the water all streaming wet and his ass looked so round and perfect and it made you dive for deep water because your dick was getting hard.

But here the guys were all sitting with their pants down around their ankles and everything hanging out, and Duck was allowed to look.

He wasn't sitting next to Buddy, he never did, nor right across from him, either. That'd be too obvious. He'd spent a lot of time thinking about it, about how to look without getting caught.

So there he was, just to the left of the door, with his pants pulled down, his legs spread wide, and his bare ass on the dusty wooden floor. And there was Buddy, across the room and a little to his right, his back against the wall and the warm, golden light from the high windows shining on his belly and his naked thighs and on the head of his cock every time it poked up out of his pumping fist.

It never lasted long enough – it was all about speed, and whoever came first won. Buddy's balls were bouncing furiously between his spread legs, and Duck wanted to grab his hand and make him slow down, slow down, make it last.

It was never enough.

"I bet I can shoot farther than all you guys," Duck said, startling himself with his own words. He felt his face go hot.

"A dollar says you can't," Paul Andersen shot back, and a chorus of voices chimed in.

"You're on," Duck said, his breath coming short. "Gotta slow down, though. Build up the pressure." He said it like he knew what he was talking about, hoping that they'd buy it.

"Yeah," Dermot said. "He's right. Shoot too soon, it won't go anywhere."

"Okay," Buddy said, looking at Duck. His hand was moving more slowly now. "A buck apiece. Guy who shoots the farthest takes it all."

Duck barely heard the rest of the guys agreeing, because Buddy was staring him down like he was challenging him one on one, man to man. Dick to dick.

Buddy spread his legs wider, and the muscles in his thighs flexed as he thrust up into his own hand.

Heat coursed through Duck, and he closed his eyes. Not yet. Please God, Jesus please, not yet.

When he opened them again, Buddy was still looking at him, his eyes wide and a little wild and his face flushed deep pink. His hand was moving faster again, and Duck could see Buddy's balls going hard and tight, pulling up against his body.

"Gonna shoot," Buddy said, breathless. "Gonna shoot so far you'll be wearing it."

"Fuck," Duck gasped, and he lost it, felt it take him and make his cock pulse hard and his back arch and his chest heave. "Fuck you," he managed to choke out, trying desperately to make it sound like a challenge instead of a plea.

By the time he got his breath back and opened his eyes again, Mike Flynn had already grabbed a roll of twine off a shelf and was measuring for distance.

"Buddy won," he declared. "Must be three feet. Jesus."

They pulled their pants up and mopped their hands with the paper towels that someone had thought to bring, and Buddy heckled them genially as he collected their money.

Duck hung back as the other guys filed out of the room. He fished the crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and lit one up with shaking hands.

When he finally left the room, Buddy was waiting for him outside the door; he fell into step beside him. "You would've won," Buddy said with a sidelong grin, "if you'd shot out instead of up."

Duck's face went hot. "Next time," he said, "you're going down."

♥ I love this.

"What's your biggest regret?" she asks you, her head in your lap. You don't answer right away, just running your fingers through her hair.

"What's yours?"

She laughs and pokes your chest. "I asked first!"

"I'll only tell if you do," you say calmly, smiling a tiny bit as she sulks playfully.

"Fine," she relents with a sigh. Thinks. "I don't know, actually. Probably... probably giving up when I did." She's suddenly rather serious. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Mmm." You have to restrain yourself from twisting your fingers into her hair, clinging tightly so she can't get away again.

"What about you?"

"Probably--" Your alarm clock rings. You open your eyes and sigh, looking sadly at the hand that had been tangled (gently) in her hair. It's clutching at the pillowcase. "Probably not telling you I loved you," you whisper to her ghost.

And you move on.

Oh, that's beautiful and horribly painful. Thank you.

HA!

and also mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

♥

Thank you!

Thank you! I'm very glad you liked it.

Thank you. Thank you and thank you! I love old!Dan and old!Casesy - I blame

quiesce for this.

Oooooh,and ouch!

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Re: Dissolution, Stargate SG-1, Cameron/Teal'c, earth, PG

Re: To The Right, Firefly, Mal/River, dark and bright, G

#1 Crush, Heroes, Hiro/Ando (unrequited), Secret, G

Re: Applaud, My Friends, the Comedy is Finished; Studio 60, Matt-Danny, hours, PG

Bittersweet, Stargate Atlantis, Jeannie, PG

Re: Bittersweet, Stargate Atlantis, Jeannie, PG

no subject

Are You In or Out?, Life on Mars, Sam/Gene, bisexuality, NC-17

Re: BSG, Dee, arms

Re: On Guard, due South, Diefenbaker, undercover, G

Re: Askew, Green Wing, Caroline, wonky, G

Re: Nightwing Entangled, DC Comics, Ivy/anyone, sex pollen, PG

Re: Are You In or Out?, Life on Mars, Sam/Gene, bisexuality, NC-17

Re: #1 Crush, Heroes, Hiro/Ando (unrequited), Secret, G

Unwritten Rules, due South, Fraser, unwritten, PG-13

Re: BSG, Dee, arms

Circle Jerk, Wilby Wonderful, Duck/Buddy, circle jerk, NC-17 (warning: underage)

Re: Unwritten Rules, due South, Fraser, unwritten, PG-13

Move On, Rent, April/Gordon, regret, PG

Re: "Stopwatch" - Torchwood, Jack, loss - G (repost because I fail at html)

Re: Are You In or Out?, Life on Mars, Sam/Gene, bisexuality, NC-17

Re: Askew, Green Wing, Caroline, wonky, G

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

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

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