rat_jam | Let the Promptathon Begin!

Entry tags:

promptathon

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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh my God. All kinds of awesome, dirty, hot and wrong. I want to write do much more about this, but I just not know how. So... uhm... yeah. Rockiest thing since the invention of rocky things. Wow.

Yeah, poor Duck. I can't imagine that a gay teenage boy growing up in the same small town as Buddy wouldn't have been crushing hard on him. So hard to want someone who isn't wired to want you back.

I'm glad the angst came through. I had to cut this so much to fit it into a single comment that I was worried that some of the emotional depth had been lost.

Thanks so much!

Thanks! :-)

Poor Duck, indeed. It must be very hard to grow up gay, inevitably wanting so many people who will never want you back. I'm so very glad he finally found Dan.

Oh, nice. :-)

Yay! Teyla yay!

Yay! *wins*

Thanks. :-D

My kinks are showing. *g*

Glad it worked for you, too. :-)

\o/

Thanks. :-D

Apparently this is a popular dirtybadwrong kink.

Cool. *g*

Thanks! :-D

*happydances*

Thanks so much for your lovely feedback! :-D

I expect that the company in the Special Hell will be outstanding. ;-)

Oh my god, that is AWESOME!

You rock.

*beams*

So lovely to know that all my favorite people will be there with me. :-D

Casey wonders how the news will go over. He has a pretty good idea.

All the excuses he gave before (it's too big, too busy, too expensive, too unsafe, no place to raise a child) will be thrown back in his face and topped off with a bitter accusation: what's in New York now that wasn't there when the Late Night offer came in?

He'll come up with some reason why it's different now. They'll both know it's a lie. She'll scream and yell and then gladly start making arrangements because New York is still where she wants to be.

Casey nurses his celebratory beer, in no rush to head home and start that conversation. He pushes away his dread and focuses instead on Dan as he giddily rattles through lists of all the sights and activities that await them.

The part that he'll never tell Lisa is that the first excuse he gave her is the truth: New York is too big for him. It's a sink or swim place and Late Night would have been far over his head; he wouldn't have made it. With Dan beside him, though, he just might be able to pull it off.

Danny thought it would never happen, so he's smiling more brightly than anyone else in the room as Matt and Harriet finish their first dance as husband and wife. Even up to the last minute, with their petty, meaningless quarrels over the ceremony, it was never certain... It makes Matt happier than anything else, so Danny's happen.

As other couples join Matt and Harriet on the floor, Danny feels someone tap his shoulder, and turns around to find Suzanne standing there. "Do you want to dance?" she asks, her cheeks a little flushed, and Danny's smile broadens a bit at that, the not-quite innocence in the question.

He stands up and takes her hand. "With you? Of course."

Danny leads her onto the floor, her hand still in his, and suddenly he is acutely aware of the slight weight and warmth of her hand, the light pressure of her other hand on his shoulder. He moves his free hand, almost awkwardly, to rest on the small of her back. They've only danced a few steps when he accidentally steps on her foot and Suzanne looks up at him with that perfect, long suffering look of hers, no longer blushing as she asks, "Do you want me to lead?"

"Listen," he says, mock-sternly, "I was doing this when you were– Actually, let's not go there, because it makes me feel old and creepy."

"Agreed." Suzanne beams up at him. "Just don't step on my feet."

Danny gives her an ironic smile and answers, "Yes ma'am."

"Matt," Suzanne says quietly, watching as Matt stares at the lineup board with that focused, not-all-there look she's grown used to. He's chewing his lower lip, and doesn't seem to even hear her. "Matt!"

He spins around to look at her, blinking like he's just been woken up from a trance. "Huh?"

"How many times have you eaten in the past 48 hours?"

"Uh..."

"Slept?"

"Well..."

"Thought about anything but the show?"

Matt gestures frantically at the clock, which is at 0:23:31:05 and counting. "I ill, just as soon as I write one more–"

"No," Suzanne says firmly, taking him by the arm and all but dragging him to his desk chair and forcing him to sit. "You can finish writing, but first you're going to sit here, and I'm going to bring you a sandwich, and you're going to eat."

"But–"

"Stay," she says, and darts out of the room, presumably to get food, and Matt's left sitting there, staring at the doorway and trying to figure out why he listened.

"Have you ever belonged to someone?" River's fingertips trail over her arm, and she shivers. Only River ever does that to her.

"I belong to myself," she says, a little defensively, and isn't sure why. It was an innocent enough question, at least from River. "Not to anyone else."

River shifts to roll over, so she's straddling Saffron's hips, slender, graceful hands twining around Saffron's wrists to pin them to the bed. She's beautiful, all shadows and light, from pale skin to dark hair and eyes like the black, endless. "Never? To anyone at all?"

Saffron clenches her jaw, wondering if she should pull her hands away, push River off, or try to. She knows River would win. "No."

"Good," River says, and presses an almost chaste kiss to her lips. "Then I'll be the first."

The kiss becomes a little less chaste, and Saffron would pull back to protest – but then she realizes she's even thinking of herself as Saffron, because River likes the name, so that's who she is.

"It's just, you know, lonely when Roger's gone," she says, and you nod dumbly. You could say all sorts of things – you used to feel that way all the time, when it was just you and Roger in a tiny apartment together, and he'd go away for a couple days, though then it had been visiting family rather than touring with his band. Instead of saying any of those things, which would make you sound smart, or at least not an idiot, you can only stare at her and take note of the way winter light falls on her face, how the snow rests to lightly on auburn hair, or her smile, that's like a ray of pure sunlight...

April doesn't seem to know you're watching.

She gasps and shivers as the two of you walk underneath a tree and it chooses just then to dump some of the snow from its branches, so it lands on the back of her neck, sliding a little down her coat. That's perfect and beautiful too, the rounded shape of her mouth as she gasps, the graceful way her shoulders move as she hunches then. You realize you're composing shots in your mind, and drag your thoughts away from that.

"Let's go find a coffee shop somewhere," you tell her. "Somewhere warm. I'll buy you coffee."

She smiles and asks eagerly, "Can I have hot chocolate instead?" Your heart gives a single, painful, joyful throb at the fact that that smile is, at the moment, all for you.

You never quite understood love – real love, romantic love, deep and wild and passionate love. Love in friendship, love in family, that's different, that you get, but you never understood how people can lose themselves so completely in another person, until now. Until her.

Love is spending money you really can't spare, buying a single flower from the store on the way home from work – a yellow rose, not to be too romantic, too presumptuous – and leaving it on her bed, just to see her smile when she gets home.

Love is watching her with Roger, out of the corner of your eye, and feeling a pang of jealousy at every kiss because it should be you, and a pang of guilt at the same time, because it's Roger, you shouldn't feel jealous of your best friend. Then again... it's her.

Love is wanting to film every second of her, every smile, frown, movement, capture the way she tilts her head, or bites her lip when she's thinking, or sprawls carelessly on the couch with a charming gracelessness, thinking that every second of her needs to be captured and saved.

Love is simply April.

You used to dread Roger's absences just because it meant you'd be alone for a week or so. Now you dread them for different reasons.

The thunderstorm knocked out the power, so you've got candles lit here and there, the few that you could find. It's hot, humid with no air conditioning, so April's wearing just underwear and a camisole, and you're trying not to look at her.

You don't really notice the candles are going out one by one, until April walks up beside you, where you're sitting at the table, and leans over to blow out the candle you were using to read. The room plunges into darkness, shadows and half-visible shapes. "April, what–"

She kisses you, and you can't tell if the flash behind your eyelids and the crashing in your ears is from the storm, or something else.

I love you.

It's an unbidden, unexpected thought, one that leaps to the forefront of your mind whenever she's near. When she speaks, laughs, God, when she touches you, you want so badly to say it. It never makes it past your lips.

I hate you.

Something that never crossed your mind about Roger before this, before her. Now you can't stop it, however you try, because he has her, and you don't. You never do say it.

"I need you."

This you can say, and it's as true as any of the others, but not true in the way Maureen thinks or wants. She's beautiful, she's charming, wild, funny, but you don't love her, and aren't sure you ever will.

You thought it would all go away, if you kept a polite distance, reminded yourself she belongs to Roger, tried to love Maureen, everything would set itself right. And it works for a while.

Then April smiles at you, and it's not like her old smiles, it's quiet and sad and lovely, and if you could just get that on film you know you could break a million hearts. Then again, you don't need to, because it breaks your own. In that moment, every hidden wish and want and hope and desire you ever had about her comes pouring back, and you realize you're never going to move past that, not in a million years.

"Are you okay?" you find yourself asking, and she answers, still with that sad smile, "Yeah. It's nothing."

She pauses, and then says quietly, "I love you, Mark."

You try to tell her you love her too, but your voice gets choked off in your throat.

It's all over.

April is dead, Roger's in rehab, Maureen's off God knows where, and you are here, alone. The bathroom still needs to be cleaned, but for now you are standing in the middle of it, shattered mirror and the tub stained red-pink, the razor and the note gone now. You feel hollow and empty, like every drop of blood drained from her took something of you with it.

You can still see her lying there, prone and pale, her head tipped back so you can see a few hickeys Roger left on her neck two days ago. Funny that you should notice that, but... dead people shouldn't have hickeys. Dead people shouldn't look like they're only sleeping, except for how pale...

Standing there, staring at the tub, you decide never to let this happen again. From now on, love is something that happens to other people.

"Don't," River warns softly, before Saffron even reaches for the gun she has hidden. She hesitates, then lets her hand fall to her side, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

River steps forward, and she would step back in response, but her back's already to the wall. Another step, and now she steps forward, fisted hand whipping at River's temple. River catches her by the wrist, slender fingers implacable and steady.

Saffron draws a sharp breath, eyes widening in something that's almost fear. She's just realized you can't play someone who knows your every move before it's made.

♥

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

Hee. Double entendre much Duck. ;-)

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 19 of 26

Let the Promptathon Begin!

Re: All the World's a Stage, RPF, Paul Gross/Martha Burns(/CKR), audience, NC-17

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

no subject

Re: Lazy Sunday, Wilby Wonderful, Duck/Dan, threadbare, G

Re: Atlantean Morning Tea, Stargate: Atlantis, Teyla, tea, G

Re: All the World's a Stage, RPF, Paul Gross/Martha Burns(/CKR), audience, NC-17

Re: All the World's a Stage, RPF, Paul Gross/Martha Burns(/CKR), audience, NC-17

Re: All the World's a Stage, RPF, Paul Gross/Martha Burns(/CKR), audience, NC-17

Re: All the World's a Stage, RPF, Paul Gross/Martha Burns(/CKR), audience, NC-17

Re: All the World's a Stage, RPF, Paul Gross/Martha Burns(/CKR), audience, NC-17

no subject

Re: Back to Basics, Twitch City, Curtis/Newbie, shootout, R

no subject

Start Spreading the News, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, New York, G

Step by Step, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, Danny/Suzanne, Dance, PG

Power Structure, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, Matt/Suzanne, urgent, G

Belonging, Firefly, River/Saffron, belong to me, PG-13

Stages of Love (Pt 1), Rent, April/Mark, hot chocolate, G

Stages of Love (Pt 2), Rent, April/Mark, what is love, G

Stages of Love (Pt 3), Rent, April/Mark, blow, PG

Stages of Love (Pt 4), Rent, April/Mark, you, G

Stages of Love (Pt 5), Rent, April/Mark, lost and found, G

Stages of Love (Pt 6), Rent, April/Mark, never again, PG-13

Outmatched, Firefly, River/Saffron, read your mind, PG

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