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

Date: 2007-04-02 02:51 am (UTC)
ext_18106: (Sam goddess)
From: [identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com
Thank you. =)

Yeah, the show doesn't give them much chance to do so, and realistically, neither is ready to do so without a lot of alcohol involved.
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (prettyboydick)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
GORGEOUS!!!

Hm... *wonders if this has hit comicstore_news*

This is just... so, so pretty. And Ivy is perfect. So is The Gorgeous One.

Great work!

"Promise" DC, Tim/Kon, dream, G

Date: 2007-04-02 04:23 am (UTC)
ilyena_sylph: picture of Labyrinth!faerie with 'careful, i bite' as text (together)
From: [personal profile] ilyena_sylph
...no matter what, echoed in the silence of the cave below the Tower, despite the lack of anyone with that low baritone.

//Always the same dream... I promised.// Robin thought as he straightened from the slump, looking up at the computer banks. "Computer, status?"

The computer's voice informed him of another failure. He moved to the keyboard to change another variable, trying to work the miracle Cadmus had only managed once, again.

//Let this work...// Prayer was useless. Only will had a chance.

The words from his dream echoed through his mind again. //We stick together, no matter what, Kon.//
loz: (Life on Mars (Gene & Sam 6))
From: [personal profile] loz
Bwahaha. Thank you!

Yes, you should!

Re: Sliver, due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid

Date: 2007-04-02 05:21 am (UTC)
ext_3554: dream wolf (Default)
From: [identity profile] keerawa.livejournal.com
This is a very elegant piece. Perfect use of details.
ext_3554: dream wolf (Default)
From: [identity profile] keerawa.livejournal.com
Imperial Auditor Vorkosigan stood on a large piece of paper covered with diagrams, notes, and contingency plans. Barrayaran terrorists still seemed the most likely suspects, but Cetaganadan operatives or Komarran revolutionaries might try to kidnap or control the Emperor of Barrayar.

He needed fresh information. Gregor had ordered the cameras in his quarters disabled years ago, but men were inserting sensors now. The comset beeped. Miles smacked the receive button, expecting a report.

Gregor's voice jerked him towards the screen. "What can I do for you tonight, Miles?"

"Gregor?" Miles studied the image of his Emperor and friend. Gregor appeared unharmed, a dark brown robe gaping open across his bare chest. If he was being coerced, there was no visible sign of it.

"I need to report to you on the Torren Peaks project, Sire. Can we meet tonight?" 'Torren Peaks' was code for Emperor under duress.

Gregor's forehead wrinkled. "I'm fine, Miles. Or at least I was until you started spewing code words at me. Is there something wrong?"

The pieces of the puzzle started rearranging themselves into a different scenario. One that was less menacing, but far more embarrassing. "You didn't answer when I called earlier, and your assistant wouldn't put me through. You always take my calls!"

Gregor shrugged, a hint of apology in his voice. "I'm married now."

Miles nodded. "I know. I was there." He waited for Gregor to explain.

Gregor waited, too. A flush slowly spread across his face and down his throat. "We were… busy," he finally hissed as he clutched his robe closed. "We just wanted a night together, man and wife instead of Emperor and Empress. Was that too much to ask?" His voice was angry, but something in Gregor's eyes suggested that, yes, it had been too much to ask, and he knew it.

Miles felt his own face heat. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "When you didn't answer, I assumed…" Miles gestured broadly, allowing the man who had lost both parents to the violence of Barrayaran politics to fill in the gaps.

Gregor buried his head in his hands and groaned quietly. "Has it ever occurred to you that you may be a bit paranoid?"

"Sometimes," Miles admitted, "but Mother assures me that it’s a perfectly rational response to Barrayaran stimuli."

Gregor chuckled dryly and emerged from his hands, looking calmer. "Alright. How many people now believe that I'm in imminent danger?"

"Well, I contacted Ivan first." Gregor nodded. "When he didn't have any information, I called on General Allegre. His agents and analysts are involved. I also had the head of Imperial Residence security scramble his men in case anyone tried to remove you from your quarters."

"Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that I called when I did." Gregor paused a moment. Miles watched possibilities flicker behind his eyes. "Give it another half hour, observe everyone's reactions, and then declare the drill a resounding success. Or a horrible failure. You decide."

Miles smiled. "Letting me off the hook?"

"Well, I can't have people thinking that my newest Imperial Auditor is twitchy, can I?"

Miles allowed himself a good, full-body twitch. Gregor coughed behind his hand. "Luckily they don't know you as well as I do. Just be sure you call off the commando teams," he joked.

Miles was sure nothing showed on his face, but Gregor stiffened. "Miles – commando teams?" he demanded incredulously.

"No, I didn't request any Imp Sec teams," Miles denied.

Gregor shook his head. "You had me worried for a moment there."

The secure message Miles had sent to Quinn requesting Sergeant Taura's strike team was still in Komarran space. It wasn't too late to intercept it.

"So, why did you com me in the first place?" Gregor asked.

"Oh, it can wait until tomorrow. Say hello to Laisa for me?"

Gregor's face relaxed into a fond smile. "I will. Goodnight, Miles."

"Sleep well, Gregor," he responded, hitting the disconnect button.

Miles' report should be meatier by then. Today he'd just had suspicions about which conservative Barrayaran terrorist groups were being leaked information from inside Imp Sec. Tomorrow he'd know which groups had displayed increased comset traffic when Miles kicked the hornet's nest.
ext_19622: (Default)
From: [identity profile] xfirefly9x.livejournal.com
So many stolen moments had crept up on Sam and Jack, despite their attempts to push them away. Interrupted almost-kisses that were never supposed to happen in the first place were among them, as were the tender looks that showed everything they felt for each other and more.

It would be stupid to think that they would come to a point where the moments no longer flooded them and threatened to pull them under. Despite that, they strived to make the impossible possible – they did everything in their power to deny the existence of whatever it was between them and made sure that they were able to prevent anything more from happening.

Rejecting any thoughts of what could be between them was the only option they had, given their careers and military statuses, after all. Any potential that may have been there could only be ignored.

In all likelihood, it seemed that they would be haunted by their feelings for the rest of their lives – or at least for the remainder of the time that they spent working together. Either way, they were trapped in their desire for each other.

Stolen moments, as far as they could tell, would haunt them always.

Re: Sliver, due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid

Date: 2007-04-02 06:44 am (UTC)
ext_12745: (Default)
From: [identity profile] lamentables.livejournal.com
I was holding my breath reading that - it's so still and intense.

Date: 2007-04-02 06:55 am (UTC)
ext_12745: (Default)
From: [identity profile] lamentables.livejournal.com
OK, I need a cold shower now, because that? Hot.

And yeah, poor Duck - so many years of frustration to look forward to.
ext_8710: White Witch of Narnia, Mucha style (Default)
From: [identity profile] leyna55.livejournal.com
I'm really glad it worked *g*.

Oooh, I didn't know about comicstore_news. Thank you for pointing it out. Adds to Watch list.

Re: Whispers, NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, Now!, R

Date: 2007-04-02 09:12 am (UTC)
ext_8710: White Witch of Narnia, Mucha style (Default)
From: [identity profile] leyna55.livejournal.com
Thanks for your comments! I was trying for intensity *g*
ext_8710: White Witch of Narnia, Mucha style (Default)
From: [identity profile] leyna55.livejournal.com
Vorkosigan fic - Yay!

Poor Gregor. It must be so trying to be around Miles *g* I adore sneaky paranoid Miles, who manages to turn an embarrassment into an intelligence coup.

Leyna (imagining the scene if Gregor hadn't called Miles just then, and snickering)
From: [identity profile] dessert-first.livejournal.com
Oh, that's hilarious! And a little sad. Ray's reaction to "marry me today" is adorable. I love the construction of Fraser's speech from all the reactions and Ray taking his time to sum it up. Mostly, the wide range of Ray's reactions to Fraser's insane babbling, hemming, hawing and fidgeting is the best. thing. ever. You've managed to capture the essence of "I love you, I don't get you, you're a freak." The reaction to the ear anecdote made me laugh out loud. An adorable vid! Thanks for sharing it.

By the way, I also really love 9 to 5, Can't Stop This and particulary There's Your Trouble. Yay, vids!
ext_3554: dream wolf (Default)
From: [identity profile] keerawa.livejournal.com
Thank you, Lenya!

Miles, when switched all the way on, is enough to drive anyone bonkers.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (Danny yummy and sad)
From: [personal profile] catwalksalone
In the end, it was Casey who left.

Dan stayed exactly where he was, the world shifting around him in jagged, kaleidoscoping patterns while he remained steady at its centre, the point of no change. It still surprised him that this was the case. Every day he would wake and wonder how he was still in the same bed, in the same apartment, getting up to the same breakfast, heading into the same job, exchanging the same banal conversation. It scared him a little, this lack of capacity for change, but not enough to do anything about it.

He should have known it was coming: professional partnerships are forged from a different set of needs than personal ones. He couldn't really have expected to work with Casey until the networks retired them to the old anchors' home in the desert. He couldn't have expected it, but somehow he did and when Casey had moved on (moved up, moved away) Dan had felt betrayed. He'd had the common sense not to show it, to wish Casey well, to smile at the airport gate and to not shake him until his teeth chattered and he promised to always stay. It was only afterwards, after he had watched the plane lifting towards the sky, after he had found himself an anonymous bar, an anonymous bottle of vodka and an anonymous mouth on his cock that he allowed the full weight of his loss to hit him. Gone.

There were too many things to miss. Too much history. Too much potential. All vanished. All packed on the plane with Casey's hand luggage. Of course, there were the modern miracles of phone and e-mail but Dan didn't know how to do this. How to move them from what they were to what they could be. So it was easier to do nothing and nothing is what he did until nothing became the norm and he stopped being an actor in his own story, remembered only how to react.

Then came a day, an ordinary day, nothing special, nothing marking it out as significant. Just a day. But when he woke, Dan felt different. Like someone had shaken the kaleidoscope and now there he was right in the middle of things, transforming. He stared at the sun shafting across his bedroom walls and had a revelation. Every day did not have to be like Sunday. Casey was not the only one who could leave - it didn't have to be an either or. Dan could go too: could take just the parts of himself that he wanted, the best of him, and leave the rest behind. And the excellence of this plan was that he didn't have to go anywhere to get started, because just by accepting the possibility he was already on the road.

There was just one thing he needed to do first.
From: [identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com
A gay bar -- "Not a gay bar, a regular old club that just happens to have a gay DJ on tonight and will probably have a more mixed crowd than usual but rest assured there will be lots of women there so you'll be able to make it through the night with your masculinity safely in tact, geez, Casey" -- was the last place Casey wanted to be but Lisa and Dana had been emphatic.

He stood with his back to the wall, relegated to official drink holder for the evening. Every two or three songs, Lisa or Dana or both together would take a breather from dancing and take another swig from their drinks, asking Casey if he was sure he didn't want to join them on the dance floor. He was. Every single time they asked.

The patrons weren't quite as scary as he'd imagined but still not at all the kind of people he generally associated with. Take this one kid for example -- if hard-pressed, Casey'd have to admit that the boy probably wasn't that many years younger than himself, but he certainly looked like a kid. He danced through the crowd openly flirting with everyone he passed, female and male. If what he was doing could be called dancing. Casey was hardly one to talk -- it was painfully obvious from the ballroom dancing lessons that Lisa insisted they take in preparation for their wedding that he had two left feet -- but this kid was barely able to hold the beat and even the most charitable person wouldn't describe his dancing as good. He was enthusiastic though. Maybe that's why all the more talented dancers indulged him as he worked his way across the floor, ignoring the music to rest a hand at his waist and match his swaying until he moved on to the next person.

Lisa and Dana took to him immediately, closing in on either side until the three of them moved as one. Casey fixated on Lisa's hand where it tightened on his side. He couldn't help but notice the rhythm and roll of his hips, silently promising that any clumsiness he may have on the dance floor did not carry over to the bedroom. Casey forced his gaze back to Lisa.

The kid must have said something funny because suddenly all three were laughing. Lisa pointed and waved at Casey and he quickly turned his head, embarrassed to be caught staring before remembering that it was perfectly acceptable for him to be watching his fiancée. And anyone she may be dancing with. He waved back.

They started walking over and Casey groaned to himself. Lisa and Dana obviously wanted to introduce their new friend to him, but could Casey possibly have to say to someone who hung around in places like this? He'd agreed to come along, what more did they want from him?

"Danny," the kid said, half-shouting over the music. Casey took his hand, somewhat surprised by the firm grip. Lisa and Dana downed the rest of their drinks and left arm-in-arm to weave their way back to the bar. Casey smiled awkwardly at his new charge.

"So, what do you do?"

"Student. You?"

"Fact checker for sports radio."

"No kidding."

Casey hadn't thought it possible that the kid's -- Danny's -- face could light up anymore, but it did and he was suddenly off talking a mile a minute about his plans to get into sports journalism. Casey had to tell himself not to roll his eyes at first, but it was not long before he could tell that Danny was not only seriously, but he knew his stuff too. They barely noticed when Lisa and Dana returned and Danny absent-mindedly waved off their attempts to drag him back out dancing.

Casey found himself swept up in Danny's enthusiasm, nodding and grinning along when Danny's ramblings about the future changed from "hey, maybe we'll run into each other at awards shows and industry banquets and stuff" to "we could do a show together: the Casey and Danny Sports Hour." It was all crazy fantasizing from someone he'd just met and would probably never see again, Casey knew this but couldn't help adding in his own "what ifs."

...continued here (http://community.livejournal.com/snarchive/115505.html)
From: [identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com
Oh, Danny. *hugs him*

I love that you gave this the optimistic end. You're a better person than I would've been with a story that started out this bleak. *twirls you* :-)
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (dan casey pants)
From: [personal profile] catwalksalone
Dan and Case went to his place,
Where there was beer and laughter,
Dan fell on the bed and bumped his head,
And Casey came tumbling after.


Or something.

Anyway, now Dan is lying in bed next to a naked Casey and there has to be a reason that they got there. Other than the fact that he's wanted to get into Casey's pants for some number of years that he's not going to count because then he'll have to face the fact that he's old, old, old and it's way too early in the morning for that. At least, he's assuming it's the morning but he's had blackout curtains since forever because he can't sleep if it's light and working the hours he does that's a problem in the summer months. On second thoughts it might not be morning because he is most definitely rambling and rambling is what he does when he's drunk. Or nervous. He glances at the apparently sleeping man in the bed next to him and his heart thumps in a way that is not entirely pain free. Oh, he's definitely nervous.

He stretches out a hand to touch Casey's hair but stops before he reaches it, hand hovering in mid air. He's not sure he's ready to deal with the consequences of an awake and probably freaked out Casey. Alcohol can only explain so much. For example, it can explain the headache that's settled in between his eyes and appears to be making itself quite comfortable there, but it doesn't explain the throbbing at the back of Dan's head somewhere in the general vicinity of the top of his right ear. Dan pulls his hand back and aims a cautious prod at the area. Ouch!

His head is in Casey's hands, bodies manoeuvring through the dark, hands too busy finding their way under things to be concerned with putting the light on. He stumbles hard against the bed, falling awkwardly, hits his head on the bed post. Casey collapses on top of him, giggling, apologising, promising to make it better. Makes it so very, very much better.

Dan can't say who instigates the first kiss. Actually, that really gets him pissed when people are telling him their stories and are all 'it just happened.' No. It didn't. Someone says something and then someone moves in a certain way and then signals are passed and then whatever 'it' is happens. It's never out of the blue, never from thin air, it's just descriptive laziness and an unwillingness to accept responsibility in case anything goes wrong. Or so he's always thought. But he thinks about him and Casey and he can't say. They're laughing at The Daily Show which Dan has taped and sharing some new-fangled European beer, just being Dan and Casey, Casey and Dan, and then his arms are around Casey's neck and Casey's tongue is in his mouth and it's like coming out of suspended animation, everything switched on and turned up to eleven. It just happens.

Jack doesn't throw them out of the bar; it's more of a suggestion. Casey doesn't exactly invite himself back to Dan's place either and neither does Dan, but there must have been a suggestion because he's there, they're both there. And Casey has toed off his shoes and is sitting on the couch, knees bent, head lolling backwards and looking exactly like he belongs there. Dan hands him a bottle of beer and sits next to him, legs splayed. It's comfortable here. It's home. He reaches for the remote.
catwalksalone: (casey heart)
From: [personal profile] catwalksalone
Thank you! I was quite optimistic, wasn't I? But I couldn't leave poor Danny stuck in stasis - so not fair. Who knows what he'll do now.

Re: Sliver, due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid

Date: 2007-04-02 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] somewhatdeluded.livejournal.com
Oh.

*flails incoherently at you*

Furrowed, Firefly, River/Simon, lines, G

Date: 2007-04-02 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com
River traced the creases on her brother's face, grooves far deeper than should be seen on someone so young. He shushed her when she tried to turn her thoughts into words, claiming long shifts in the trauma wing to be the sole cause. He lied. She knew before he opened his mouth and then saw it confirmed in his refusal to meet her eyes. She'd done this to him. First by leaving, then the notes, then the rescue that had turned them into outlaws. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his forehead, trying to smooth the lines away.
From: [identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com
*hearts* And not just because of the non-chronological order of it, which I love.

This is one of the prompts that I took one look at and went "what the hell can be done with this?" before moving on to other prompts. I'm happy someone else figured out something to do with it.

And Dan! And Casey! And kissing and more! And boys being comfortable and things just happening! And Jack (who, in my mind though I've yet to write it, totally wears Dan/Casey slash goggles!

*hearts* No, wait, I already said that.
catwalksalone: (casey heart)
From: [personal profile] catwalksalone
Yay! Thank you. Yeah, it was an odd prompt but once I had the rhyme it just flowed.

Glad you liked the non-chronological order, I always feel like I'm taking a risk when I play about with time like that, but sometimes it seems to fit better.

And Jack so wears Dan/Casey slash goggles. He's seen them drunk and giggling in corners. He knows what they (want to) get up to.

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