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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

Of Childhood Illnesses and Bad Grammar, Rent, Mark and Roger, connect the dots, PG

[identity profile] enterincolor.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"What do you MEAN, you have the chicken pox?"

"What does it sound like? I have the chicken pox. I never got them as a kid, Cindy had the boys with her, she just called to tell me he was sick, and it explains the itchy red spots on my shoulder."

"Let me get this straight -- you're twenty-three and you have the chicken pox."

"Stop laughing."

"But it's funny!"

"Have I told you today that I hate you?"

"So you say, baby boy, so you say."

"What the hell am I gonna do? Collins won't let me out of bed until I'm... despotted."

"Despotted?"

"Now is NOT the time to make fun of my grammar."

"You could always play connect the dots."

"...I'm hanging up now."

"Have fun!"

"Fuck you."

--
(118 words)
ext_23631: Doodle of Beka nomming L's head, captioned "YOUR HEAD IN MY MOUTH!" (*it's just nerves)

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

[identity profile] starletfallen.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't hard, really, being part of her family. All you had to do was follow some rules. Guidelines. Easy stuff.

To be a Grey, you had to have money, and you have to make sure everybody knows it. There's no point in being the richest family in your neighborhood if you don't lord it over them. You must not be found in the company of anyone poorer than lower upper class. Art is something to be admired in a museum, something to do as a hobby, perhaps, as a child. And anyone who lives in Manhattan isn't actually classy enough to be friends with, even if you must socialize with them at events. "Friends" are people rich enough to come over for Sunday brunch on a regular basis; whether you actually like or trust them doesn't matter.

And never, under any circumstances, are you to fall in love with one of Daddy's employees. Especially not one who's living in one of Daddy's dirty buildings in Alphabet City. And if you married him... well, then, there's no hope for you and it's just as well your name got changed on your wedding day.

It was easy to be a Grey, you just had to follow a few simple rules. But Alison was never that good at following rules.

Christmas, 1968, due South, Fraser, light, G

[identity profile] sprat.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Legs rise up like the trunks of trees, dark against the sun-bright lights inside the auditorium, blocking the way to the stage. Ben's on his knees, his ski pants dragging in the slush on the wooden floor, grit beneath his palms. He's pushing through the forest of legs, trying to get to a place where he can see. It's warm and crowded. The people are talking. Some of them are talking Gwich'in, and some of them are talking Dogrib, but he doesn't know any of their faces.

"Benton," his grandmother says. He looks up. She's tall and wrinkly, older than anybody he knows. She smiles at him, but he doesn't smile back. He doesn't really know her, after all.

"Can you see?" she asks.

He shakes his head.

She smiles again and leans over to speak with his grandfather.

"Eh?" his grandfather says.

"Benton can't see the stage," his grandmother says again.

"Ah," his grandfather says, and his craggy face breaks into a smile. "Come on then. Up you go." He stoops down and grabs Ben under the arms like Ben weighs nothing, swings him high, higher, until Ben's boots sweep the air above the heads of the crowd and the big electric lights blind him. There's a thump and then he's settled, up on his grandfather's shoulders, his grandfather's square hands warm and solid on his legs, just below the knees. "How's that?" his grandfather says.

Ben blinks. He can see everything from up here: the tree they cut and hung with coloured lights, the other kids, crouched at the front, sucking on half-wrapped peppermint candy. He can see the moving rows of adult heads--dark haired and light haired, some of them with hats on. And over by the rear doors, Ben can see his father, standing still and stooped at the back of the crowd, his hands in his pockets. He sees Ben, lifts a hand. Ben waves back.

Then, suddenly, the room is full of sound. Ben takes a quick breath and looks toward the stage. There are people standing there in robes like nightgowns, all of them singing, all at once. The air shakes inside him. Music vibrates in his bones.

"Watch, now," his grandfather says. "It's starting."

Pray to God He Hears You, Rent, Mark, how to save a life, Mark-Roger in the end, PG

[identity profile] quinby.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd always known that this moment would come. He knew that today would be one of the hardest moments of his life. What Mark didn't expect was it would be harder than he ever imagined.

He'll just say he's not the same

It was the third time Mark had been sitting in the hospital room, ironically, in his eyes, the same room. First Angel, then Mimi, and now Roger. Watching Roger lying there, on the bed, with Collins and himself looking on, Mark bit his lip.

Between the lines of fear and blame

"Listen, guys. I'll be..." Roger tried to finish the sentance, but a cough broke his speech.

Let him know that you know best

"Shut up, Roger. Just shut up for once. Do you actually think we're going to leave you?" Mark stopped before his voice broke.

Try to slip past his defence

Roger shrugged, leaning back in the bed, and closing his eyes. As if taking a cue, Collins shuffled out of the room, leaving Mark sitting on the bed. "Bastard. You're leaving me again."

The things you've told him all along.

"Yup. You're going to have to make it on your own, Cohen."

You stare politely right on through.

"Like hell I am. Roger... I..."

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend.

"I know, Mark." Roger reached out and took Mark's hand. "You're a good friend... brother."

Somewhere along in the bitterness and...

"You too... brother." Mark smiled at Roger, who leaned back, closing his eyes.

I would have stayed up with you all night

Mark just watched for a moment, before he realized. Roger was gone. He'd gone to be with April and Mimi and Angel. It was better for him there.

Had I known how to save a life...

Standing, Mark looked back at the bed. Part of him wished it was himself there, but he realized. Someone had to survive.
sage: Still of Natasha Romanova from Iron Man 2 (fraser by pearl_o)

Re: Christmas, 1968, due South, Fraser, light, G

[personal profile] sage 2007-03-27 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
oh, this gave me chills, it's so vivid. And the distance between young Ben with his grandparents and his father over by the doors -- yes, exactly! :)

Re: Pray to God He Hears You, Rent, Mark, how to save a life, Mark-Roger in the end, PG

[identity profile] dawning-star.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
First reaction: WAUGH

Second reaction: awesome. Completely awesome.

Re: Christmas, 1968, due South, Fraser, light, G

[identity profile] vsee.livejournal.com 2007-03-27 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoa, cool. I love realistic small glimpses into young Fraser's past. This is one of those moments that is now tucked into my own personal version of fanon forever. This is gorgeous.

Vee
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (Mountie oh so pretty)

Re: Christmas, 1968, due South, Fraser, light, G

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-27 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Beautiful. I can just see that happening. And just a few words that describe the sadness of his father and the distance between them. Wonderful.

Also, now I want Christmas. This is probably a bad thing. Oh well.
ext_8710: White Witch of Narnia, Mucha style (Default)

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

[identity profile] leyna55.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Image (http://photobucket.com)

Larger colour version : here (http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/leyna55/poison-ivycolour.jpg)
Pencil sketch: here (http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/leyna55/PoisonIvylarge.jpg)

Re: Christmas, 1968, due South, Fraser, light, G

[identity profile] mergatrude.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
&hearts &hearts &hearts

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

[identity profile] ana-grrl.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
I second what [livejournal.com profile] sansets says - lovely colouring! So vivid and captivating.
sage: Still of Natasha Romanova from Iron Man 2 (dick)

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

[personal profile] sage 2007-03-28 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Eeeeeeeeee!!!!! This is gorgeous!!!!
omphale: (Default)

Re: Christmas, 1968, due South, Fraser, light, G

[personal profile] omphale 2007-03-28 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Damn. That's awesome.

(Sorry. I'm tired, and all my good adjectives seem to have wandered off somewhere. You get the idea, right?)

[identity profile] wh1ps-scums.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
OZ- Beecher/Keller- "Sweet Hereafter" PG

Image (http://pics.livejournal.com/wh1ps_scums/pic/0000qr05/)

[identity profile] wh1ps-scums.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
OZ- Beecher/Keller- "Broken" PG
Image (http://pics.livejournal.com/wh1ps_scums/pic/00018dzx/)

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

[identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
That's *magnificent*. Ivy's little smirk!

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

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Consider it a lesson learnt from the Casey Affair. Well, not affair since they never made it further than a handful of kisses and they hadn't even done that until well after his divorce had been finalized. Debacle then. Consider it a lesson learnt from the Casey Debacle. The one that started with her subconsciously pitting Casey against Gordon and ended in the ridiculous epiphany that had been the Dating Plan.

The lesson was a simple one: don't confuse friendship and the occasional playful flirting with romance and don't risk a sure thing on what ifs. That she and Casey had salvaged their friendship and returned to where they'd been before didn't mean that she'd be so lucky a second time.

She could look -- it was her job to keep an eye on everything, afterall. Her job to watch the way the camera framed Dan's face; her job to make sure wardrobe and makeup had him looking his best; her job to notice the grin that lit up his face every time he or Casey had a particularly clever turn of phrase. Well, that last one might be pushing it and the "just part of the job" excuse fell apart when she realized that even off air and out of the studio she noticed when he walked into the room, that she tracked him with her eyes, that whenever he smiled, she found herself smiling too.

She allowed herself the what ifs -- gazing out her office window lost in thought, stealing glances across the bar when she knew Natalie was too distracted (or too drunk) to notice, in bed as she drifted to sleep -- but that was all she would allow. Anything more would mean risking what she had, and that was a lesson she'd already learnt.

A Sure Thing, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, inevitable, R

[identity profile] quiesce.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Dan had known this was inevitable for some time. He'd started thinking it might be in the cards not long after meeting Casey and knew it was a sure bet a few years ago. He hadn't known when and had no idea that tonight was the night until he'd shown up for work and found "casual touch" Casey replaced by "outright groping" Casey. After that, it'd just been a matter of getting through the day and not tearing each other's clothes off until they were back at Dan's apartment.

Casey twisted underneath Dan, grinding up to meet him and rambling about how long he'd wanted this, wanted Dan. He shuddered when Dan took him in his mouth and gasped his name in a way Dan had never heard before but had spent many nights imagining. Dan took his time tasting Casey, revelling in the moment he'd long been anticipating.

Dan woke and found himself alone, Casey having skipped out in the night to slip back into his role as loving father and husband. At the office, he found "casual touch" Casey and they went to work with no mention of the night before. This, too, Dan had known was inevitable.
ext_23631: Doodle of Beka nomming L's head, captioned "YOUR HEAD IN MY MOUTH!" (SN: i want badly to see you naked!)

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

[identity profile] starletfallen.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
*SQUEE*

It's gorgerifious.

Yes, I just made up a word. It's THAT good. :D

...yeah, coherency is so not happening. Love.
ext_23631: Doodle of Beka nomming L's head, captioned "YOUR HEAD IN MY MOUTH!" (Default)

Re: A Sure Thing, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, inevitable, R

[identity profile] starletfallen.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
*wibble*

That's so... sad-yet-perfect. It's just... well, inevitable, and god I'm a writer and I can't come up with words.

That might just be today, though. *looks at reviews from weeks past* No, no, it's me.
ext_23631: Doodle of Beka nomming L's head, captioned "YOUR HEAD IN MY MOUTH!" (*forget regret)

Honest Living, Rent, Squeegeeman, honest living, PG

[identity profile] starletfallen.livejournal.com 2007-03-28 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't that he had to make a living washing windshields at stoplights. Just because he hung out in the East Village, putting up with yuppies driving through, being assholes to him just because his clothes were worn, didn't mean he didn't have options. Hell, even if no one would believe him (he knew they wouldn't), he was a genius. Got his MD at 23, did his residency in Boston, got fed up with it all and moved to New York with nothing but a duffle bag full of videos and the clothes on his back.

It was honest work, washing windows. Sure, it didn't pay well (he had a shitload in savings anyway) and it wasn't exactly what you'd call a job with any "upward potential" (he really didn't care about that anyway), but it was honest. None of the meandering around the point so you don't have to outright tell someone they're probably going to die. No suggesting procedures that people didn't reallyneed, "just to be safe" - just to get their money, more like. No more competing for the "top spot" when he just wanted to help people.

So he was on the street, in his old (but clean, not that anyone noticed) clothes, with his bucket and squeegee, on Christmas Eve, trying to get people who thought they were better than him to acknowledge him, and let him work. Usually they just drove past. Sometimes they nearly ran him over. He should've been frustrated. He should have been annoyed.

Instead he just smiled at the next car. "Honest living, man!"
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (dan scruffy)

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

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-28 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
1. *hearts* Thank you for coming to play!

2. You made me feel bad for Dana. How did you do that?

Yay!
catwalksalone: happy grey cat surrounded by flowers (dan casey pants)

Re: A Sure Thing, Sports Night, Dan/Casey, inevitable, R

[personal profile] catwalksalone 2007-03-28 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh boys. *weeps for them*

Also, I think that one might have been one of my prompts. Yay!

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