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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

The Rules, Rent, Alison, how to be a Grey, G

[identity profile] enterincolor.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
How To Be a Grey

Rule #1: You're better than everyone else. Remember that.
Rule #2: Never let people be sure how you feel about them.
Rule #3: Family secrets stay in the family.
Rule #4: Weakness is a sin.
Rule #5: Stop feeling.
Rule #6: Stop crying.
Rule #7: Stop caring.
Rule #8: Stop living.
Rule #9: Never let the family down.
Rule #10: Never fall in love.
Rule #11: Never tell anyone the rules.

--Alison Grey, age 13

Re: Good Things Come, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, cab, R

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. I love a frisky, risktaking Dan. Hot.

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

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Funk-eee. Funk-eh. Funk-eee. Funk-eh.

Ahem. Moving on.

This is so an argument that they'd have many times over. *hugs Danny* And while I get that Casey knows Dan well and knew to give him time to calm down, I think that at 4.5 mins/circuit, 2 or 3 trips around the building would have been sufficient, Casey. You'll be wishing you told Charlie when Dan DIES OF PNEUMONIA!! Thank goodness for the magical healing powers of non-pink marshmallows.

*hearts* This was a really great Dan/Casey moment.

Re: Journal, due South, Fraser, unwritten, G

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
So sweet and full of promise.

Crazygirl, Rent, April, shadow, PG (warning for insanity)

[identity profile] enterincolor.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Freak." Some hissed it as she walked by them to her seat, and April veered towards the wall even more, banging into a globe. She laughed nervously, chuckled at her own stupidity even though she didn't find it funny, but it didn't help. Before, she could laugh at something like that, and since they didn't care about her, they'd leave her alone. Or they'd be laughing, but it'd be different. With me, not at me, she begged them, but her telepathic skills weren't working. Or maybe she wasn't telepathic. Empathic, was that it? No. No, the doctors said she wasn't any of that. She was just a girl. Just a crazy little girl who--

Class was over. April looked up from her desk, not sure how she got in her seat.

"Come on, freak, gonna stay for a second helping?" one of the last people to leave yelled at her. The teacher didn't turn back from the chalkboard. Everyone left laughed. April didn't see how it was funny.

Need to up my meds. No, wait. Forgot to take my meds today. Yesterday. Both days. This week? Losing time again. Have to tell Dad.

She made herself stand up, flinching at the strange looks the first early arrivers for the next class were giving her, and leave the room. Out into the hall, with the crowds and the chaos. Out to where she could be a shadowgirl, slipping through in the background, so swift and silent they'd never know she was there.

And if the never knew she was there, maybe it meant she wasn't. Maybe she was a shadow. Maybe she'd dissapeared into a vent. Maybe she could fly free now --

Just a girl in a hall at school. Crazygirl, freakgirl, notsanegirl, but just a girl. Not a shadow.

How do you know? she asked the calm-voice (she was pretty sure it was her voice. Not completely. But sure enough).

I just know.

She had a choice now: Try and shadow away, or believe the calm-voice. Well. Last time she didn't believe the calm-voice, she ended up There. And April didn't want to go back There.

I trust you, she told the calm-voice. Which was probably pretty smart. Since she couldn't trust herself.

Re: 6:30 am, due South, Kowalski, routine, G

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I adore this. Something about rumpled, tired Ray makes my heart go nuts.

Re: Double Back, Sports Night, Sam, return, G

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ouch. Brilliant. But, oh, ouch. Very well done. :::rubs forehead:::

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

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Boys! Old boys! Men! So much love!

"You are, my sadly deluded friend, you are."

and

"I'll bring the rock, you bring the roll. And if we make it out alive, I'll fix you dinner."

*hearts*

Although, poor Danny if he has a few more days of hepcat talk to look forward to.

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

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Chilling and fascinating look at Victoria. I hadn't really ever considered the shooting from her perspective before, and your description of the moment he pushes forward in her arms as he's struck, then Victoria pushing him away just stunned me. I just never even thought of that before. Wow.

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

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
This is great. I love this quiet moment so much. M*A*S*H was sort of my first fandom since before I can clearly remember, but I haven't seen fanfic much.

Re: Countdown, Sports Night, Sam R., return, G

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Poor Sam. Poor Dan. :::puts head on keyboard:::
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (dan casey hug)

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

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
*hearts Mac and Martin*

Casey is indeed a bad boy for leaving Dan out in the rain for so long. But Dan would suffer so beautifully with pneumonia it would almost be worth it. Or not.

Yay! Thank you.

Direction, Last 5 Years, Elise/Jamie (sorta), love, PG

[identity profile] enterincolor.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I love you," Jamie whispers, and there's something desperate in his voice. He's just lost everything, everything that matters. Cathy's gone. He left Cathy. He hurt Cathy. Cathy, who he loved. And now he's here with Elise -- Elise who he doesn't love, but Elise who he could love, in time. Elise shines like a safe place. Elise could take him in. Jamie doesn't see why he didn't realize that he loves/willlove her before. She's gorgeous and funny and a little bit silly and she appreciates his writing and Elise would never get mad at him for needing to go to a party and Elise is what he needs right now, Elise is a step in the right direction, the first step away from these last few years, and he leans in to kiss her --

"Oh, Jamie," Elise murmurs sympathetically, moving back so that Jamie falls forward awkwardly and manages, with a bit of shifting to avoid landing on her breasts, to land in her lap.

Instead of getting up, he starts to cry.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (dan casey bench)

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

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you! It was you got me started on the Old Boys *hearts*

Maybe if they make it out alive, the rocking and rolling will cause Casey to forget about the hepcat talk and Dan can relax.

Re: Countdown, Sports Night, Sam R., return, G

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Your prompts are bringing out the angst in me (not that getting me to write angst is a particularly difficult task). And not even just the SN ones; all the GW and S&A ones I have ideas for are all hurty. *sigh*

Poor Sammy. If only Dan hadn't gone away, he wouldn't've been so desperate to pass the driving test and he wouldn't've studied as hard and he would have failed and wouldn't've gone out driving that night. All Dan's fault.

Re: Seen It All, Sports Night, Isaac, never, G

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He really is :-)
catwalksalone: (eureka stressed)

Re: Countdown, Sports Night, Sam R., return, G

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
*winces*

Ouch!

You are in an angsty mood. But I challenge you to find the angst in Guy/Mac jelly (which you do know is Jel-O because you are smart).

Re: Countdown, Sports Night, Sam R., return, G

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
That is, sadly, very easy to find. Would Guy and Mac call it jelly? Is there a name brand I should use?

Re: Lesson Learnt, Sports Night, Dan/Dana, look but don't touch, G

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks! I don't generally see Dan/Dana in the show, but I can see it in happening under some circumstances.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (guy mac sad)

Re: Countdown, Sports Night, Sam R., return, G

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Not sure I should help you hurt my boys. : )

They'd just call it jelly.

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

[identity profile] leiascully.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Guy is softer now, a little quieter. Nothing anyone would notice except those who know him well, which at the moment is: Caroline. Martin's caught up in exam stress again, Boycie's all tangled up with Kim, and neither his biological nor his adoptive parents have called in a while, so that leaves Caroline, who still has one of Mac's old t-shirts in her locker, just for keepsakes.

Guy feels it in himself. His ball still ache when he looks at Caroline, and now his heart aches too, thinking of Mac. Thinking of the two of them, Mac and Caroline, and the three of them, himself and Caroline and Mac, because she's the point around which he can turn their funny friendship-that-was. Their funny love.

Guy now knows that he loved Mac, the way that Guy then would never have admitted, even in a rosy morning-after glow. Had there ever been any rosy mornings, but there wasn't even a kiss ever. He's only kissed Mac through the proxy of kissing Caro, and now Mac's dead anyway.

Guy then did the right thing, and Guy now is still paying for it, and that's all right. Because Guy now knows that someday Caroline will turn to him and her eyes will clear and she'll really see him again, instead of seeing all the moments that he had with Mac and she didn't. She'll remember all the moments they had together, all of them, and she'll remember the time she spent just with Guy then. There was wine then, and Fresians, and writing in mirrors. There will be writing in mirrors again, and more wine, and perhaps a white dress. Guy now knows that the world is a less certain place than Guy then imagined.

Guy now isn't a whole new man. But he's not quite the same old man either. He sits in the bar and drinks real ale with beards and twigs in it, and saves a bottle of Bollinger at home (Mac's then, Guy's now). And he's patient, and that's different, and Caroline comes and sits with him in the bar and smiles like she's about to remember something.

[identity profile] etcetera-cat.livejournal.com 2007-03-30 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
*has some serious glee* I love that this has been written so much.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (Danny forgiven)

Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Wish you were here.

No. Trite. Pointless. The postcard is torn up and thrown in the trash. Try again.

Some days I wonder what happened
to all my favorite sweaters. Maybe I never
unpacked them. It's never cold here, but
sometimes I am. Does that make sense?


That one goes in the trash too.

Hey, how's it going? Nat told me that
Charlie's dating now. How the hell did you
let that happen? He's supposed to be a kid
forever, wasn't that the deal? Maybe now he's
all grown up and independent you could come
spend some time out here.


Hell, no. He doesn't want to remind Casey of what broke their partnership in the first place. Trash.

Casey, here's the thing, I miss you more
than I miss the cheesecake from the deli on 3rd,
more than I miss the Staten Island ferry on a
frosty night. More, even, than I miss getting to see
the Knicks romp to the playoffs from courtside.
And I don't know what to do about that.


As if he's going to post that. As if he's dumb enough to put it all on the line in a postcard. It follows the others into the rapidly filling trashcan as do at least ten other failed drafts. He's sitting in the same chair, chewing his pen, hours later when it occurs to him that a single sentence says all that he needs to say. He scrawls.

I'm coming home.

He signs it, stamps it and jogs it down to the mailbox before he can change his mind. The blue box swallows it up and Dan feels the sun on his bare arms. It's warm and he can't stop the smile that spreads across his face. He wonders where those sweaters are.
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (guy i win?)

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

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, Guy.

And oh, you. That was so beautifully done.

*hearts*
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (guy i win!)

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

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-30 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"The thing is, Secretan, you're all talk. You have no follow-through."

"I do. I finish what I start. Except The Times cryptic crossword. Oh, and that noughts and crosses game when you ran out of thread. And that disgusting yoghurt Martin started bringing in. But other than that."

"Prove it then, you tosser."

"The thing is you can't handle it."

"Who said anything about handling? I'd have to sterilise afterwards."

"The truth, you great poofter, you can't handle the truth."

"Guy, haven't I told you about not watching A Few Good Men before bed. You always come to work the next day thinking you're Jack Nicholson and then you get mixed up and we get complaints about you rampaging with an axe. We had to replace three perfectly good doors last time."

"Yeah, well," mutters Guy, "it was all that haematology nurse's fault. I was just trying to show her my back swing."

"So that's what the hip kids are calling it these days. Anyway, what's the truth that I can't handle?"

"That I'm a better man than you are, Gunga Din."

Mac smiles his enigmatic smile. Guy spends half his time being irritated by it and the other half...He'd rather not think about the other half.

"You really want to see it?"

"I really do."

"And then you will bow down to my superiority and worship me always?"

"I will buy you a pint, if that's the same thing."

"Three."

"Two."

"Done. Shut the door."

Mac complies and sits loose-limbed in a chair, looking expectantly at Guy.

Guy removes his white coat and unbuttons his cuffs. Slowly, deliberately he rolls up his sleeves and then kicks off his shoes. He unbuckles his belt and starts to slide his hands inside his trousers. He stops.

"Two and a half?"

"Two."

Guy nods and starts to move again, hands, wrists and forearms disappearing. He performs a series of contortions, face reddening with effort until triumphant he waves his underpants in Mac's face.

"See!" he gloats. "Told you I could get them off without removing my trousers. Yes!"

"Indeed," says Mac, smiling that enigmatic smile once again. "You were right, I was wrong. You know what this means?"

"What?"

"It means you win."

"Yes! I win! I am the best. I should have been a Chinese acrobat I'm so bloody flexible. It's why I'm so fucking good at sex. Oh yes!"

Guy gets right into Mac's personal space, grinning his grin of victory. Out of the corner of his eye he sees something glint, the sun off a screen. It's only then he realises that Mac is holding a videophone.

Guy might have to rethink the winning thing.

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