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[lifethatisscratched]

Howdy, y'all! Finals are done and I am back, and to celebrate, we have what I think is a fantastic DE from bbq_platypus!

Pup-switch prompt! The promptees become the prompters!

Tag in with your pups, along with a fic prompt (if you can think of one - you can just throw them out there if you like) that you'd like to see somebody else respond to, as your pup.

It'll be a great chance to play as someone else's pup for a while, and to see how other people would play yours.

Comments

[lifethatisscratched]

Voodoo - First

John - Trigger

Mako - Lights

Connor - Last

Voodoo

[1nv1nc1ble]

"That's right, motherfuckers!" the drunk shouted at the television over the bar. Wolf Anderson (or Blitz Cooper or whatever the fuck his name was) was talking about the Marines getting boots on the ground in Sangin. "U.S. Motherfuckin' Marine Corps: First to the Motherfuckin' Fight!"

Voodoo smiled into his beer. Not that he begrudged the Jarheads their glory, but he had been around Sangin six months ago, and there hadn't been an eagle, globe, or anchor anywhere to see. Not that it mattered, really. Let the Marines be "first." His job wasn't to be first; his job was to get the problem solved. Then, and only then, could the Marines get in there and be First To The Fight.

[bbq_platypus]

I have an exam of my own today, so I won't have time to tag other people's prompts until the evening (though I plan to). Here's mine:


Waco Kid: I choose to blame my agent for this.

Leela: Gallifrey Falls No More? OR: Where do you keep getting those janis thorns?

Kane: The Long Arc of History. OR: Genesis 4:16.

Caius: The Trouble With Balmora

Garyn: Expectations. OR: The Ruling King.


For any of them:

A long time gone
At the moment of victory


...or anything you can think of, really.

[never_shall_yield]

Gene Hunt
Bruce Banner
Bruce Wayne
Javert
Jean Valjean

Write whatever you'd like! Alternatively: a prompt for all, or none: I can see heaven from here.

Valjean (musical 'verse, because that's all I know)

[dreamed_a_dream]

If he had to leave his darling Cosette, this is the way he wanted it to happen. She was there, along with the love of her life, the man he had risked everything for.

He smiled, wiping away her tears. "Do not cry, my angel. I am but going to God."

Only a few more moments passed, and behind the couple, he could see Fantine, smiling, finally comforted in her death, hair shining. She reached out a hand to him, to draw him up from his bed.

"Do not fear, Cosette, for I can see Heaven from here."

[1stwitness]

I shall just toss mine out here promptless:

Ichabod Crane (Sleepy Hollow)
Giovanni Bruni (Casanova movie)
Richard Sharpe (Sharpe)
Harry Callahan (Young Wizards)
Nancy (Doctor Who: The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances)
Jonathan Levinson (Buffy)
Michael Carpenter (The Dresden Files)
Roshaun (Young Wizards)
James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Gavroche (Les Miserables originally, now Neverwhere-verse/Milliways native)

James Norrington

[yakalskovich]

James Norrington had thought he hadn't anything left to lose, as everything was lost already.

His career, rank, respectability -- gone. His ship -- stolen. The lovely woman he had meant to wed -- eloped with a young nobody. His sanity and sobriety -- swilled into the gutter with the dregs of the vilest drink in all of Tortuga. But then the very pirate who had caused the events that had cost him everything staggered back into his life, and Norrington discovered how far he had still been from rock bottom.

And however hard he had worked, in the months and years that would follow, it would still come to naught, dashed against the cliffs as by a raging sea, again and again. He stood up and fell, stood up again -- and in the end, he gave up his life in favour of these infuriating people, if only the dizzying descent would stop.

But it did not.-

[sdelmonte]

Alex Knox - winter in Gotham

Captain Kirk - what to get for McCoy's birthday

Howard Stark - upon meeting Albert Einstein

Gibbs - how to celebrate Guy Fawkes day

Cyborg - road trip!

CharlieQuestion - summer in Metropolis

Or feel free to do what you please.

Captain Kirk

[yakalskovich]

Oddly enough, in a world where everything could be replicated cheaply, things lost much of their value, and people tended to travel light. A good gift ultimately had to be something you could not get from a replicator, something either old-fashioned, or hand-made, ephemeral, whimsical.

Every year, Spock would mock (for a sufficiently Spock-like value of 'mock') the efforts that Jim and Bones made to get each other a birthday present that really counted. Old things, of course, were relatively easy. You only had to find something that was old and rare enough, and then conferred some sort of meaning for the recipient. Even Spock could play that game. Rare hand-made food or drink was another option for a gift. Especially Dr. McCoy was easy to please with real bourbon, distilled not replicated, not even shipped via transporter. "A horse-drawn cart is not a requirement, then?" Spock had commented, innocently, and McCoy had very vocally scoffed at that. Jim had counted that gift as a success.

Experiences were, of course, an equally valuable gift, even for somebody who has more experience with the universe and its diverse inhabitants than he actually cared for. But to be in the same room as something amazing and watch it -- a troupe of trapeze artists, a famous writer reading from her book, a singer performing half-forgotten gems of the Peking opera -- was still a privilege, and hence a good idea of a gift. Especially when you could enjoy that experience with your friends. Spock maintained, of course, that an audiovisual recording had just the same culturally didactic value as being present at the event.

But of course, he came along every time when asked to.

The year he was made admiral, Kirk went overboard with the gifts for McCoy: old medical print from the 18th century, bottle of tequila with an actual, illegal worm inside, tickets for a historically accurate performance of 'Chicago' in old Las Vegas -- all conforming to these patterns. Spock, noticing the plans, raised both his eyebrows, a rare occurrence.

But before they could enjoy it all together, everything changed.-


Sorry, that devolved into a drabble abut all three of them.

[alas_a_llama]

Putting up five prompts for each, just to give people some choice if they want to take one. Alternately, if you want to write something for one of these two, write anything you like, no need to follow the prompts.


Yugo - Lilies, Roses, Cherry Blossoms, Snowdrops, Fire.

Sherral - Sword, Shield, Gun, Fist, Youth.

Wan - Fire, Air, Earth, Water, Energy.

[yakalskovich]

Oh yay, that sounds fascinating! I have ten of each plus a bonus:

Charries:

- Teja
- Hannibal Lecter
- Lady Margolotta

- Ned Poins
- Tower
- Lorenzo de'Medici
- Sirona
- Tamara the mermaid
- Katrina Crane

- Krampus

Bonus:
- Lady Loki (sandboxes)
- Madame Thénardier (coming soon)
- Jólasveinar (have a vague idea for NEXT Christmas)

Prompts:

1. black thoughts
   
2. secret books
   
3. the pain you're trying to escape
   
4. defying tradition
   
5. the scary one
   
6. finding solace in music
   
7. all the colours of the world
   
8. coming back to haunt you
   
9. beglittered
   
10. a mug of tea

Bonus -- random quotes I can see from where I am sitting:

1. "Deep breath. Calm down. We're still on earth, and there's a logical explanation for everything. Okay, almost everything."
   
2. "Cats Rule The Town"
   
3. "Please stay on the rug!"

Mix and match at will!

[herr_bookman]

Dr. Lecter strode along the mezzanine of his memory palace, trailing his fingers along the spines of book-shaped people. His secret books, represented by all the colors of the world and categorized by scents--tea and anguish for Miss Seddon, hákarl and sweat for Javert--which the Milliways' library continually provides.

He stopped abruptly once he arrived at his destination, shoulders straight, posture perfect. Hannibal bent, passing over a series of diagnostic manuals to select a thick, dog-eared paperback labeled Will Graham.

With a small smile, he settled in to read.

[damncompass]

If anyone wants to write anything for mine, have at:

Joshua Donovan - I'll find out the way to make it back someday

Helena Wells - It's a revolution, I suppose

Valentine Wiggin - Don't be blinded by the lights in your eyes

Fantine - don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.

Mark Cohen - That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight

Way back

[ceitfianna]

Sometimes he dreamed of the gold from the compass, there was a beauty to it that promised to explain the world. In Switzerland, he would watch the records of the atoms and wonder what it would feel like to walk among them. There were ways between the worlds.

[lady_bols]

Alex Drake: Forget

Vlad III, Dracula: Longing

Sherlock: Love

Earl: Gluten-free

La Fée Verte: Naps

Long John Silver: Wealth

Olga: Savage

[the_gene_genie]

I've had this fic in my head for about two years now, so here's an abridged scene from it. Maybe I'll write the whole thing, one day.

*


The sky is broken. Half of it holds a universe of diamonds on a piece of black velvet; the other flickers on and off like a broken streetlight, real stars one second, whatever he’s thinking of the next. She looks up to watch the show, standing in a street lined with cars from 1953, from 1986, from nowhere in between. If you can tell, through their burned-out frames and rusted tyre rims. He’s reliving the field again. Blood everywhere.

‘Should’ve gone home,’ she hums, in a tune she made up herself...oh, a year ago, something like that. A child’s nursery rhyme, only played backwards through a pink plastic record player. ‘Should’ve gone home, should’ve gone home, should’ve gone home.’

She skips along a pavement, jumping the cracks that have stars shining through. This is the price of not letting him forget. This is the price of not letting herself forget; a world for two now, because he can’t bring anyone anymore. No crime, no constructs, nothing to do but drink, and stare at the only real colour in the place. The Quattro is blood-red now, shines bright enough to hurt your eyes. He sits in it all day. She won’t go near.

‘Nelsooooooooon.’

She coos it, enticing, seductive. Come out, come out, wherever you are...

He has to be around somewhere. She’ll walk the streets until she finds him, or the cracks get so wide she can’t jump them anymore. It’s time to forget. It’s time to be free.

[kd7sov]

This looks fun!

Felix (venusadept_2 or variants; feel free to ask for variant details): "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings."
Fluttershy (needs_fern): measure a year
Secondary Fluttershy prompt: What is a pony?
Kain (baron_dragoon): race the wind and take to the sky

[ceitfianna]

I like the idea of this though won't be doing much writing until later.

Will Scarlett-down on my shield
Charles Xavier-truth for a truth
Sameth-engineer's vision
William Evans-empty sky
Moist von Lipwig-art of the steal
Jane Austen-what I know
Demeter-mother love
Tumnus-stone cold
The Pirate King-proper haul

Bonus
Tiwa-flying high
Ivan Vorpatril-safe

Charles Xavier

[yakalskovich]

Strawberry-blonde hair, small freckles, a curve-hugging dress patterned with green roses, a bright green cocktail in her pink-nailed hand -- she drew Charles' attention at once, and he worked his way through the drama club's garden party quite deftly to make his move, twenty minutes after he'd spotted her.

"... even accounting for red shift, I can't believe it to be quite that impossible," she was saying to her companion, a dark-haired and bespectacled girl wearing plaid slacks. "He merely liked the sound of his own voice, saying that."

She turned, having spotted Charles near her elbow, the displeasure at the thought of whoever she and her friend had been quickly dissipating in friendly assessment of what she saw.

"You are a scientist!" Charles declared, delighted. "There are far too few girl scientists as it is! I'm one as well, a biologist, and I'm going to write my dissertation about mutation. What are you studying?"

Amusement radiated from her, and she smiled.

"Physics," she said. "Not astrophysics, though, it's just that Professor Irving has always..."

She was off, her mind orderly, engaged, on the subject and full of rapidfire opinions and connections. Charles liked how her thought processes felt, and regretted the fact this wasn't a compliment you could pay anyone at a first meeting. Or ever at all, in most cases.

They talked labs and professors and the bureaucratic hitches in actually delivering any important paper properly, and then Charles got the chance to deliver the compliment about her pretty mutation -- reddish hair and freckles, recessive gene, so very charming...

He registered exasperated amusement, then annoyance, even before he could finish his sentence. She looked at her friend, from whom seeped a brief burst of anger, jealousy, a clear sense of How dare this silly boy trespass in my territory, assuming he has all the right in the world to be wherever he wants to be! This throttled his words in mid-flow, as pity for the poor plainer girl who was so obviously smitten with her pretty friend -- well, obvious to a telepath, at least -- flooded his mind. The poor thing!

The strawberry blonde physicist turned to her friend and gave her the tiniest nudge, and in turn, her emotions were filled with affection, tenderness, and a deeper-rooted appreciation of generous lips and the sweep of dark hair over a bent neck that embarrassed Charles so deeply, he felt himself going crimson and slammed down all his barriers.

"Oh, I had no idea you were..." he blurted out before he could stop himself.

The alarm they both felt at that remark was so acute, it even penetrated his telepathic shields.

He lifted both his hands in a gesture that was meant to be calming but came over as helpless flailing.

"I didn't mean it like that!" he said, hurriedly. "I mean you no harm! I'm sorry, for, erm, everything, I didn't mean to, I mean, I know what it feels like to be different as well..."

"It's not exactly something you announce in polite society," the brunette said, icily now.

"A truth for a truth," Charles said, trying to placate her anger, "I'm not exactly straight myself, all the time. Just most of the time."

"We didn't ask, and we didn't really want to tell," the physicist now said, sighing. "I do believe you feel legitimately different for some reason, but you have no business knowing, even noticing, and that makes me very suspicious of your motives."

"You won't claim you can read minds, won't you?" the brunette added.

Charles was too flustered to laugh and shrug it off.

"Oh, can you?" she said, deep amusement emanating from her. "Well, a truth for a truth."

She held up her hand, and there, on the palm of her hand, danced a small golden flame. The physicist drew a slender cigarette from a case in her purse in one smooth, practiced motion, and lit it on her friend's fire before it vanished.

They both winked at Charles.

"So, about Professor Irving..." the brunette mutant girl picked up the conversation again.


[[Note: This is in Charles' penultimate year in Oxford, before the main event of XM:FC and just jumped into my head fully formed at that prompt. Sorry for the length, which is well beyond drabble!]]

[leeshajoy]

Can't think of any prompts off the top of my head, so:

Alyx Vance (Half-Life series)
D0G (Half-Life series)
Twilight Sparkle (MLP:FiM)
Princess Luna (MLP:FiM)
Vanellope von Schweetz (Wreck-It Ralph)
the cat (Coraline)
Hope & Eli Freeman (Half-Life OCs)

[bjornwilde]

I loved this one when it came in and welcome back!

I'm going to go with my loudest voices for now:
Mulan - Nobody seems to notice.
Quinlan Vos - Sarcasm is not attractive on you.
Thalia Grace - Well, that's what I said, innit?

And a couple of bonuses:
Jafar (Once Upon A Time in Wonderland) - Don't go into the woods alone.
Yang Xiao Long (RWBY) - The view was incredible.

Yes?

[ceitfianna]

Thalia sighed as she listened again to Percy's plan, "No, that's stupid. Think of something better."

He glared at her and for a moment William's face flickered in her memory, the way he'd frown and fret about all that he couldn't do. She shook her head to find Annabeth looking at her, "Well, I said we need a better plan."

[jackdaws_master]

I ought to include prompts with this, but I've had my brain running out my ears for most of the past two days thanks to working on the company DR site. I hope you will excuse me if I just drop a couple of pups out there for folks to have a go at.

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life)
Ellen Park (Fallout 3)
BLU Medic (Team Fortress 2)

..... yeah, that's all I feel like asking people to write for today.

[innerbrat]

Melaka Fray
Dick Grayson
Dinah Lance
Korra
Niccolo Machiavelli
Will Turner
Marguerite Blakeney
Teresa
Renee Montoya


Prompts (taken from around my room):
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart."
"I don't blame my parents."
Black & Red
Housekeeping
Come on

Bonus Pups because I'm greedy

[innerbrat]

Leah Ross
Maggie Murdock
Runner 5
Phantom Miria

[genarti]

Oh, fun!

Thor Odinson
River Tam
Regan Tam
Trowa Barton
Clare
Enjolras

Prompts (mostly spurred by what songs Pandora's tossing me):
- free to be happy again
- on the grass, under the sky
- no going back from here
- Whatever you'd like!

Clare | Free to be Happy Again

[innerbrat]

[Well, what did you expect?]

Many of them died.

Clare got angrier at each death, pouring every drop of that anger and hatred into her yoma energy, awakening just a little bit more with every one of her comrades to fall. She lost track of her legs, and her left arm, and then her name, as her entire world narrowed to the sword and the unmeasurable yoma energy of her opponent.

When it was over, when that yoma energy disappeared from the world, her anger stayed. And it confused her: what do you do with that anger when there's nowhere to put it.

She looked over their bodies: Deneve and Helen too late to save, Raki too human to even try, to where Cynthia was crouching over Anastasia, refusing to give up. Some were healing themselves slowly, others were gone.

Too many were gone.

Tabitha looked up sharply at Clare, with an expression she couldn't place at first. And at first she was too tired to try: her breath was coming in heavy gasps, her heart still filled with rage. Then it struck her suddenly: fear.

It was still coursing through her. She wasn't returning back to human.

Behind Clare, there was a gasp. Just on the edge of hearing, but with despair enough that it might as well be a howl to the gods. Clare looked over her shoulder, through the blades of her awakened arm, to where Miria was standing, sword in hand, looking past Clare at the bodies of the warriors.

"We've lost so many," she said, ignoring Clare's body. "Is this the best I could do? I lead everyone to death."

Clare stood still, and watched Miria's face crumple. She wondered that their Captain, who had been so calm, so focused, so full of purpose since they came back from the North, could suddenly look so completely broken. The scars across her face seemed to redden and break as she wailed again at all the death that had come to her comrades.

Clare hardly noticed the anger leaving her as curiosity took hold. Then, she surprised herself.

With her feet now human and bare from breaking out of her armour she crossed over to Miria and crouched in front of her. With an arm that still vibrated from using the quicksword, she placed her hand on her captain's shoulder. Miria pulled her to her tightly, and began to sob. Clare just held her.

It is okay, Phantom Miria, she wanted to say. You are not our Captain anymore. You can cry.

She was still angry. She realised she'd always be angry.

But she was happy, too.

[protect_and_survey]

*does a pup dump*

Ace McShane/Witherspoon
Katya
Agent Jemma Simmons
Clara Oswald / Oswin Oswald
Balthazar Blake
Haymitch Abernathy
Bones McCoy
Glorfindel

Prompts:
People made of smoke and cities made of song
You can go home again
Sugar and spice
Life is a highway
Oooor whatever you'd like. :D

Home again

[ceitfianna]

It wasn't her Moscow, the streets smelled wrong but Natasha had brought her here. The reasons were complicated to do with thanks yous and someone who understood though she didn't understand. Natasha was human, a strange sort of human that was long lived but still not an Other. It was an argument they would keep on having about interventions and hope and justice that neither of them would ever win.

Still, she could smell the river and they were selling her favorite pastries on the square, the fear had changed. Fear perhaps would never leave this land of theirs but it had shifted once more, now it hid amongst men with too much perfume and women who laughed too loud. Natasha slipped amongst them with just the right amount of glancing as Katya jangled beside her spilling sugar and watching. She was a ghost here, they both were, always Russian but Russia had decided that for now they weren't at home.

[sunbaked_baker]

Pups:

Sunshine
Yrael
Zelgadiss


Prompts:

Corruption
Purpose
Revenge
Family
Peace
Fear
Death

This started out as a peaceful day sipping tea!

[herr_bookman]

It's strange, the kinds of things you think when you're dangling from a bridge, fingers bloody and slipping. Sunshine felt rather detached about the prospect of falling, though the rocks below put some things into perspective.

Mel, for instance. She probably should have told Mel where she was going, as she should have years ago. And Charlie. Oh, Charlie would be steamed that she never trained a replacement. And Con--

Con jerked her up--the fight was still going on, after all--and brought her back into the fray.

[varadia]

X-23
Raven, who sets things right
Dean Winchester
Nynaeve al'Meara
Wonder Woman
Galadan
Michael the Archangel
Sam Tyler

Prompts:
A smile safe-crackers understand
Who by fire
Together we will not get through this
I'm already dead
Strange little girl

[bjornwilde]

X-23 tried to understand the purpose of the mission. She asked many questions but the answers didn't seem to really be answers. Finally, she gave up and followed the parameters as ordered. The air ducts were a simple matter to enter and the defenses within proved minimal, as her partner had promised. His trustworthiness was all that kept her on the mission in the first place so she wasn't surprised. It simply was how it was done.

The chemical proved a little problematic as it reacted to its fellow component much faster than expected but she adapted. Missions didn't always proceed as plans and adapting is what you did.

Finally, after hours of work, her work, her part of the mission was complete and she retreated. Now all that mattered was patience.

As the first rays of sunlight illuminated the bay windows of the Baxter Building's living room, on the monitor a sleeping Johnny Storm suddenly awoke to find himself encased up to his neck in a flame retardant mass of gel. "Who by fire?!? BEN!!!!!!!!!" he sputtered while next to her, on the couch, Ben laughed and laughed.

"You've got lots of potential kid," he said to her, wiping away a tear.

She just nodded, still confused as to the purpose of the mission.

[minkhollow]

I have no prompts in mind, but have a few:

Cata
Claudia
Apollo
Red (or Ruby)

[12goingon113]

Aang - Service
Raphael - Alone
Michaelangelo - Mariachi
Splinter - Coloring
Commander Bumi - Grapefruit
Ida - Reflection
The Oompa Loompas - Art

[1nv1nc1ble]

Invincible/Mark Grayson - Thick as Thieves

[anthologia]

Oh, good lord, who do I still have?

Alex Rider
Phillipa Cobb
Jack Slater
Todd Anderson (...although I am awful and have really only done an OOM for him so far. Um.)
Also, since I'm considering apping her: Allie Pennington

Prompts from random songs:

I never meant to start a war
I just wanted you to let me in

old, but I'm not that old
young, but I'm not that bold

for the first time in forever
nothing's in my way

[rexque_futurus]

OH AND FREYA MCALLISTER

[inlovewithwords]

I should write these myself

Henry Mills - Promises of some day
Eriond - Lay your money on the sun
Lois Lane - Woman of heart and mind
Tavi* - I'll show you how leadership looks when taught by the best

General prompts:
Bright lights, big city
I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
The question with an answer only dead men know
I saved the world today
Where do we begin after all that we've done
I am alive, what can go wrong
The past that will always be
A.C.M.E's Build-a-World To Be
Course of a lifetime you'll never forget
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor

*(o-or the entirety of Switchfoot's 'I Dare You To Move' if you want a song for him...)