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outofshadows2013-11-19 12:38 pm
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I'll tell you what I'd like to see...
it's the
Throne of Shadows KINK MEME!!!
Here's how it go:
1) Come up with a shippy idea you'd like to see. A pairing (or OT3, or OT4, etc), and a prompt (like a word, a phrase, a picture, a kink/set of kinks, or even a specific scenario).
2) POST DAT. It's fun to go anon so nobody knows who posted the prompt, but posting logged in is cool too.
3) LOOK AT OTHER PEOPLE'S IDEAS AND THEN WRITE ONE. See what prompts ping you and let the words flow. The rating can be anything from G to XXX (this may be called the kink meme, but it doesn't have to be dirty), the word count is limited only by your inspiration. Post your fic as a reply to the prompt!
4) Rejoice in shippy, ficcy goodness!
SUPPLEMENTAL ROOLS:
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this is only an example prompt but if someone wants to write it hey
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-20 01:10 am (UTC)(link)And when one of them was falling down, it was up to the rest to pick them back up again. This included Ben. They'd agreed, he was a part of them. Even if he might not realize to what extent that went. Jane was the one to knock first, she was the one that leaped in when action needed taking. One look from stubborn jaw line to stubborn jaw line was enough to put them at a standstill before anything happened. That was where Sulu came in. Curling an arm around her Captain's waist and brushing that perfect blond hair back behind Jane's ear, even as she looked over to Ben.
"Did Pasha ever happen to mention just what the 'team cohesion training' missions consisted of?"
This sort of thing. A lot of this sort of thing.
They weren't there as a replacement, she was coming back, this was the company in the meantime. Even if it was just holding and being held, knowing that when you were down at your lowest and loneliest, there was literally someone there at your back.
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-19 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)Pasha / Gaila - Pher-o-moans
Bonnie / Cordelia - Floating
Roland / Flagg - A last resort
Dean / Elena - Protector
Etc etc etc
You see my theme here? Muncest ahoy!
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... Or if someone else wants to write it, that's good too I guess, but you will definitely at least get Dean/Elena from me. 8D
/disappears back into hiatus-land
also who needs anon.
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GanGodGan to put a stop to it.And even that didn't stop it.
..............................bbiab typin'
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-20 01:29 am (UTC)(link)Because it was a dream.
The flashes of information would not come in clearly. Just bits and pieces, fragments of conversation. Sulu's voice full of humor and fondly mocking. "That does not make you the 'James Bond', if anything I'm the 'Bond' of this group." and Angel's response was lost in the haze of a fading scene. She tried to warn them.
There was danger all around them.
No matter how hard Zoey tried, she couldn't make them listen. Bonds? Really? If anything they were more like a couple of Maxwell Smarts and the universe wasn't sure on how to handle that.
She watched them stumble into the trap. There was no way out. When Zoey sat up, gasping for air and reaching for them. She knew she had to warn them before her vision became reality.
Maybe she would just tempt them into staying bed with her for the rest of the day. That was one way to solve the problem.
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-19 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)As if I care that you now who I am. As if!
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-19 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)Corruption.
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-20 02:07 am (UTC)(link)"Yeah, ah, that was seriously awkward. I'm sorry."
"No apologies are necessary, Jane. I simply do not believe that this will be a frequent occurrence. Given that your attentions are drawn elsewhere..."
"That's not fair, bunny. You know I didn't mean it like that."
"...I know, and I am sorry."
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing either- look. It happened, it's not a big deal. I'm still here, aren't I? Because this is where I want to be. I can want more than one thing."
"Your heart is widely encompassing, though I fear that mine is not made to handle such- infinite diversity."
"Not funny."
"True."
"Friends?"
"Agreed."
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-19 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)We have five Starfleet ladies, so it fits neatly!
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-19 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)Prompt:
don't you worry, love
it's just the end of the world
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeTXgVYHbog
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-20 12:47 am (UTC)(link)Sophie-Anne/Luke. Strip Yahtzee.
Sarah Jane/Chuck. "The kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts."
Rush/Maria. A marriage of convenience.
Rose/Hook. Trading tales of adventures.
Angel/Sulu. Foot massage.
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-21 11:52 am (UTC)(link)"No. There's no way. Do you know what that is? That's two hundred plus years of walking, fighting, kicking feet. I'm not going to touch them- get your feet out of my face."
A peel of laughter accompanied this order. Angel and Sulu were occupying one of the couches in a barrack's lounge. Him on one end with his feet up and in her lap, her at the other end, trying not to give away how amused by this she really was. She tried, she failed.
"But you lost the bet, Hika." When no one else was around, Angel's voice could take on a deep rumble of amusement too. She'd noticed and prompted it with all the more joking and teasing.
A long suffering sigh, entirely false in it's seriousness, and then Sulu accented to massaging his old, dead feet. "Fine, I guess you're right." A beat and then as if she remembered something interesting to tell him. "I've been practicing more with Vulcan neuro pressure, this should actually be educational."
His feet were off her lap and away from her hands in less than a heartbeat later.
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-20 12:48 am (UTC)(link)/obvious anon is obvious.
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-21 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)"It's not meant to enhance a woman's well-being." Siri looks absolutely smug.
"......" His face changes from confusion to a slightly withering look.
"I'd suggest you understand now."
"I'd suggest you have some sort of mental imbalance to pick up such a thing, much less present it as a gift."
"Hey, hey. On my last undercover assignment, one of those saved my life."
He only lifts an eyebrow at her, unconvinced.
"Okay, it saved my dignity."
"Close enough." He hands it back. "You might want to hold onto it then. In case you once again come under threat."
She leans forward conspiratorially. "Listen: I won't tell anyone, if you decide you want to keep it."
"Certainly not!"
"Okay, okay. It's because I'd know, isn't it? How about I leave it in one of the botanical..."
"Get out."
"I won't go look later to see if it's gone. And even if it is, that doesn't mean you..."
"Get out."
She holds up her hands. "Okay, okay. But it might just happen to be left around somewhere, if you happen to stumble across it."
"Out."
She smirks and departs. He suspects he hasn't seen the last of the blasted thing.
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(Anonymous) 2013-11-20 04:37 am (UTC)(link)fail!anon is fail.
(Anonymous) 2013-11-20 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)It made sense.
So much more then the first night it happened. Dorian and her had been arguing over something simple. Neither could recall who kissed first or how they ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs and emotions. It made more sense to keep it as the mobs old name, Le cosa nostra; our thing. Don't give it a true name. Neither wanted to be hurt. Devi's relationship was much too sweet and Dorian didn't want anything more then the rush of pleasure that came from their weekly sin.
Half the fun was keeping it hidden, keeping it what they needed. It was not allowed to effect their friendship, if it ever did it was over. For now everything was perfect. Devi was watching him laying on her bed half asleep. She was idly tracing the light scars on his inner elbow. Blood letting form his mortal days he had explained once when she asked if they were hesitation marks. Old Medline yet still so much him.
'Hey baby!' Julian's voice came through the ear piece as her eyes went wide as Dorian's snapped open hearing it too. Dorian was up like lightning grabbing his clothes and quickly getting dressed. 'I'm on my way up! I found burritos!' He sounded so happy, it almost hurt, but would losing what the secret held hurt worse?
"Cool, I'll be here." She responded as he started to pull herself together. 'I'm heading to the door' he spoke as Dorian yanked his boot on and rushed to the table to open a book to fake reading.
Devi walked by casually to unlock the door being in a black dress and boots as she passed she stopped wiping a bit of lipstick off Dorian's cheek and turning the book right. She moved back to the table and sat beside him
"So, next week?" She asked as Dorian smiled.
"Next week." As soon as he said the words the door opened and Julian walked in all smiles with the take out.
"Hey Dorian!" He called out excited.
"Julian," he nodded. "I was just on my way out." he added as he stood and Julian waved.
"Nah, man! Stay, sit were all friends. Why not join us for dinner?" He asked as Dorian shook his head.
"I need something a little more raw then that."
"Blood time?" Devi asked, despite the fact he had fed on her during their romp moments before.
"Yes, sadly." he stood as Julian held a hand up to fist bump and Dorian just eyed the fist.
"I told you I wont do that." And he walked calmly on out leaving the book as Julian flopped down.
"We gotta get him laid." Julian joke as Devi shook her head.
"Last thing he needs is another woman in his life."