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ajremixBut (continue to) have a general prompt/challenge thingy anyway. I can't decide if I want to do one-sentence, drabble or sketches so I'm just going to wing it.
Give me a character and a prompt (one prompt per person until your prompt is filled, please) and then I'll write/draw/whatever strikes my fancy in response.
Fandoms:
DCU (mainly jli, comics-yj and batfamily, but i'll attempt the glc, secret six, flashfamily and bop)
Transformers (G1/early IDW) (ps- if you want idw's wreckers, please specify otherwise i'll default to my own characterization)
My Little Pony: FiM
Star Wars: RepCom
One Piece (pre-time skip i'm more comfortable with)
Eureka (the earlier, the more familiar)
Discworld (mainly the watch, but i'll give the others a go)
Ultimate Spider-Man
Red vs Blue
A Song of Ice and Fire
Or anything else you know I like and am still familiar with.
CHALLENGE CLOSED SO I CAN HANG OUT WITH VISITING FRIENDS Thanks all <3!
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Date: 2011-05-25 08:58 pm (UTC)Bruce and Cass - Upside down and head first
Date: 2011-05-25 09:23 pm (UTC)There was a long pause and Bruce repeated the question, this time pantomiming it with his grapple. Cassandra stared silently for a moment before nodding her head.
"Have you done so from this high?" He asked, indicating the building's height towering over the street.
She shook her head.
Experience had taught Bruce that everyone took swinging from buildings differently. Dick merely took a few tentative jumps before he took to it as naturally as he did the trapeze. Barbara and Jason had to work up to it, but they were both fearless on the line. Tim needed the most coaxing just to get over the vertigo before he even made his first jump (as did Bruce himself, to be honest). Bruce didn't think Cassandra would have as difficult a time, but he wasn't certain how exactly he could teach someone that couldn't really understand his words.
So he went through his default explanation, but using his body to demonstrate form and procedure as best he could. Then he took Cassandra to the edge of the roof and pointed out what kind of architecture would be best to use- with her mass, she had a lot more options than Bruce did.
When he explained all he could think to explain, he asked her, "Do you understand?" She cocked her head to the side, then nodded.
Then she dove off the building head first.
"Wait!" Bruce didn't think, just dove off after her (in retrospect, it was stupid thing to do as there was no way he could've caught her like that).
Halfway down the building, Cassandra's arm snapped out and a grapple fired at a gargoyle across the street. She arced gracefully above the night lights, twisting upward to crouch on the ledge of the roof. She moved just as fluidly and naturally as Dick did and that surprised Bruce so much he nearly forgot to fire his own line.
When he swung up to the roof next to Cassandra, he stared down at her somewhere between shocked and impressed. She just stared back up at him, patiently waiting for the next lesson.
A little awkwardly, Bruce patted her shoulder. "Um, well done."
Beneath her mask, she beamed.
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Date: 2011-05-25 09:40 pm (UTC)Transformers - Fireflight: Dance like no one is watching.
:D
Date: 2011-05-25 09:41 pm (UTC)Guy and Kyle - Panty raid
Date: 2011-05-25 09:55 pm (UTC)Just as Kyle considered poking the man, Guy's head rolled to the side so he could look at his partner. "There are," he half-slurred, half-mumbled, "a crap load'a underwear in my room."
Kyle's lips twitched- though if it was with a snicker or a frown was up for debate. "I'm sure it is."
"...why's there a crap load'a underwear in my room?"
"Because in between your second PanGalactic Gargle Blaster and being violently ill all over Isamot's feet- which thankfully he was drunk enough to find hilarious -you decided it was a good idea to stage a panty raid on the recruits."
".........I did?"
"You did."
Guy blearily scratched his nose. "An' Kilowag let me?"
Kyle paused in thought. "I think he wanted to find out what would happen."
"So I just took all them panties?"
There was a bark of laughter (which caused Guy to wince). "Man- you had all the grace and subtlety of a monster truck in a fine china factory. You just went to the training hall and demanded their underwear."
Silence stretched as Guy struggled to process this. "And they just gave them to me?"
"You're an Honor Guard, they're recruits! Of course they just gave them to you!"
Another silence stretched, this one coupled with Guy attempting to think through his hangover. "The hell am I gonna do with all that underwear?"
Kyle only shook his head. "Just keep them out of the bar."
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Date: 2011-05-25 09:58 pm (UTC)Jazz - "You say that as if I planned for this to happen."
Date: 2011-05-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Re: Jazz - "You say that as if I planned for this to happen."
Date: 2011-05-25 10:09 pm (UTC)Re: Jazz - "You say that as if I planned for this to happen."
Date: 2011-05-25 10:10 pm (UTC)Re: Bruce and Cass - Upside down and head first
Date: 2011-05-25 10:10 pm (UTC)Hmm. Transformers G1/IDW fusionish kind of thing: "Spike first meets the Wreckers. And vice versa."
Re: Jazz - "You say that as if I planned for this to happen."
Date: 2011-05-25 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-25 10:19 pm (UTC)Re: Guy and Kyle - Panty raid
Date: 2011-05-25 10:21 pm (UTC)Re: Bruce and Cass - Upside down and head first
Date: 2011-05-25 10:26 pm (UTC)---
Spike didn't know what to think. On one hand, Autobots were rarely such massive military vehicles. On the other hand, they were blowing up everything that was Decepticon. The green helicopter dropped down and transformed, holding his hand out to the hostages and said, "Take my hand if you want to live."
Spike knew, without a doubt, that these had to be Autobots. Only they could be so cheesy during a rescue.
Booster - "It only looks awkward."
Date: 2011-05-25 10:32 pm (UTC)---
Michelle's hands clamped over Rani's eyes- likely too late to save the poor girl. Or Michelle herself, since her hands were occupied and thus unable to cover her own eyes, leaving her to gape in horror. Rip looked vaguely nauseous and Skeets just said, "Oh, sirs..."
Ted just kinda wanted to die right then and there, acutely aware of what things looked like and how much explaining a run-in with time villains was the reason Booster was stuck his backside was not going to help any. Instead, he just buried his face in his hands and said, "It's only going to get more awkward from here..."
Re: Bruce and Cass - Upside down and head first
Date: 2011-05-25 10:39 pm (UTC)Seriously, yours are completely and totally my headcanon because you write them so awesome.
(And cheesy.)
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Date: 2011-05-25 10:41 pm (UTC)Skip Tracers, if that's okay?
Duragon, Rin. Desert.
Re: Bruce and Cass - Upside down and head first
Date: 2011-05-25 10:41 pm (UTC)Re: Guy and Kyle - Panty raid
Date: 2011-05-25 10:47 pm (UTC)He could totally make a panty quilt.
Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster FTW. I bet Guy would have tons of fun with Zaphod.
Duragon, Rin - desert
Date: 2011-05-25 10:49 pm (UTC)Rin wove his fingers between Duragon's. "We don't have to do this," he said quietly, "we can go back and tell them to send another squad."
"No," the older man said. His eyes were stuck on the distant horizon, looking like a lost little child. But his fingers tightened around Rin's. "No. It'll be a few hours before dusk. We'll travel then."
Even though they rejoined their squadmates in the rest stop, Duragon kept looking into the desert, as if he could see the tribe that had rejected him so long ago.
Re: Guy and Kyle - Panty raid
Date: 2011-05-25 10:53 pm (UTC)"You're a space cop? But you never watched Star Trek? This cannot be!"
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Date: 2011-05-25 10:55 pm (UTC)Boostle, "lick."
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Date: 2011-05-25 11:07 pm (UTC)Boostle: scars.
Boostle - porn- I mean 'lick'
Date: 2011-05-25 11:18 pm (UTC)---
Of all the things Ted had ever imagined himself doing, this wasn't among them. Well, that's a lie- he'd fantasized about it more than a few times, but he never really considered acting on it.
Until, of course, Booster. But then there were many things Ted never imagined himself doing before Booster. Sleeping with a man being at the top of that list.
Blowing him wasn't far below that. But Booster was amazing at it and Ted was willing to do anything to make him happy so there he was, kneeling between Booster's legs and tentatively running his tongue over his dick. And even if he only had a vague idea of what he was doing, Booster didn't seem to have a problem with it.
In fact, with all the shivering and soft moans and his hand in Ted's hair, occasionally tightening reflexively, he seemed to be enjoying it.
Ted studied Booster's face intently, skimming his lips up the length, pressing his tongue against the bundle of nerves below the head, thumb running circles through the pre-come beading the slit. And Booster just moaned helplessly, whispering Ted's name and gazing at him in amazement.
Oh God- Booster was too perfect, a reclined beauty with wet, red lips clutched between his teeth, the pupils of his eyes so large in the the blue that rimmed them almost electric. Ted's lips wrapped around Booster and he hummed at the taste, at Booster's shallow thrust into his mouth. No wonder Booster loved doing this- his heat and heft was addictive against Ted's tongue.
A thumb massaged the inside crease of Booster's leg, making its slow way to the sensitive skin just behind his balls and that made Booster yelp and shudder and pre-come leaked against Ted's lips.
"Yes," Booster panted breathlessly, his voice almost drowned out by the pulse thudding hard in Ted's ears, in his erection that would be painful if he wasn't so caught up in how illicitly beautiful Booster was. "Just like that... fuck, Ted, please..."
He took Booster in as far as he could, gripping what was left in one large hand. He sucked and licked and stroked until Booster's voice broke and he tugged Ted's head back, ejaculating against Ted's chest and his own belly with a hoarse cry.
Booster lay limply against the sheets, shivering and panting and Ted gripped the base of his own cock tightly, trying not to come at the sight.
Eventually Booster smiled up lazily at him. "You can't seriously tell me that was your first time."
Ted blushed and shrugged wordlessly.
"If you get much better, I'm going to die."
Ted gave him a wicked little grin. "I learned from the best."
"Hmmm, I'm sure you did." Booster tugged at Ted until he could pull him into a kiss that was long and slow and made Ted's erection ache more. Booster rolled them over and licked his lips in dark promise. "Let's see what else I can teach you..."
Boostle - scars
Date: 2011-05-25 11:34 pm (UTC)---
For a guy with a forcefield and a power suit, Booster had a surprising number of scars. Not nearly as worrying in number or type as Ted's, but they were still there.
There was a set of claw-like marks on his ribs from Doomsday; a faint burn scar where cowl met skin from the explosion that had taken his sister; the ones on his arm and chest from the wounds that had killed him on Everest; on the back of his hands and wrists when OMACs had destroyed his blasters.
(Not all of them were from superheroing, thankfuly. Some were from football- the almost invisible one on his knee, for instance -but some... weren't. And those Booster never talked about.)
What probably made them so frightening to see and count was because he'd been scarred. Because someone as well protected as Booster was still being marked by their lifestyle.
Sometimes Ted would sit there and trace whatever little scar was nearby and think about all the times he nearly lost Booster and wonder about what would happen if the next time Ted couldn't cheat death for him.
And Booster would just sit there and let Ted trace and dwell and wouldn't say a thing. Because he knew that Ted knew sometimes Booster would wake up in the middle of the night and do the same thing. Run his fingers over the scar in his scalp, the arrow wound in his thigh, the length stark even under the hair of his chest, the one that should've been a bullet hole in his head.
Unlike Ted, however, Booster didn't dwell on what it would be like to loose his best friend because he already knew. And he refused to let it happen again.