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[thisisnotajournal]

This one's from Ben.

Reverse fic prompt! Give other muns a shot at playing your pups for a while.

Tag in with your characters and a list of prompts you'd like to see other people take on. They will then respond to these prompts, writing as your character, while you respond to other muns' prompts writing as their characters.

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Pick whatever strikes your fancy

[thisisnotajournal]

Voodoo:
Gimme danger
That bang bang sound
The catalyst

Mako:
Ready for the fight
Uh-oh
Knock 'em down

Kuvira:
Define dancing
Field of dreams
The rain

Archer:
I’m awesome
I'm on a boat
Japan

Connor Kenway:
Heavy in your arms
Radioactive
Run boy run

B.J Blazkowicz:
Hell’s bells
Enter sandman
Sad but true

Ellie:
Home
Run
Clickers

Maverick:
Nowhere to run
This is easy
'til I get there

Re: Pick whatever strikes your fancy

[cassiefuckingcage]

He was drifting, again - slipping in and out of quasiconsciousness. It was fitting, he supposed, in the moments when he could think. He'd been doing it long enough.

In his lucid moments, the hazy questions of How? and Friend or foe? would rise almost as high as the level of thought. He could feel someone doing something - scalpels carving into him, bandages being changed. From time to time the earth seemed to rumble beneath him. Earthquakes? Bombs?

Most of all he heard the chatter. Different voices, in different languages. He only heard bits and pieces. He could recognize the words Speer and crumbling and swamp. Also resistance and depression. It seemed times were getting harder for Germany. Made sense enough - Deathshead and conquest had propped this Empire up for a long time. Without those two things...well. Words like those could almost give a man hope.

But he also heard other words. Fuhrer. Reprisals. Nuclear. London. Of course. What did they think would happen? That that senile Austrian spastic fuck wouldn't lash out at everything and everybody when he got the chance? That a nation that had been taught the superiority of their race and philosophy for more than a generation would roll over and let the world prove it wrong? They'd take the whole world down with it before they ever admitted defeat.

He couldn't quite piece it together in his mind. But there was a feeling, beneath thought. A question that feared its own answer. Was it even worth it to wake up?

The sad truth was, he may be damned either way.

[dejah_thoris]

Dejah Thoris - metal, coffee, right hand, peace
Tars Tarkas - arena, sword arm, sleepless, sarcasm

[ceitfianna]

Will Scarlett-tomorrow, safe, scars, green, duty
Charles Xavier-pain, seen, known, tired, listening
Quentin-hope, blood, music, home, fealty
William Evans-space, ride, gone, what's missing, kiss
Sameth-fire, blood, metal, creation, burn
Moist von Lipwig-trick, hide, quick, gone, details
Jane Austen-ink, lost, waiting, expectation
Ivan Vorpatril-possibility, watching, uniform, etiquette, rules
Demeter-turn, grow, cold, pollen, seed
Tumnus-ice, wool, flour, forgotten

[bodldops]

The woods were silent, muffled close by the remains of the winter storm. The trees were draped in icicles, an entire crystal forest making any light refract and prism.

It could have been this, he thinks. It could have always been this, until the land starved and withered away into nothing, a lost country under a blanket of snow.

Delicate hands drape a heavy scarf around his neck, and tug.

"You shall catch your death out here, thinking such deep thoughts away from the fire." His queen scolds, the laughing girl giving him a final chiding pull before releasing him. "Come on, Mister Tumnus, or you will miss the dancing altogether, and you promised me a turn."

[ceitfianna]

Oh, that's gorgeous.

[cassiefuckingcage]

Cassie:
Social media
Q Course
The family business
Backsass

Garyn:
Soldier of fortune
In the cold
A long walk
Burdened

Raiden:
Stormbringer
The long view
Defeated

Sheogorath:
Mania and Dementia
Accordions
Cabbage: An Origin Story

Sheogorath

[1nv1nc1ble]

Marcus Cabbage was a Redguard without peer. Mighty in battle, puissant at magic, and loved by all the ladies (and some of the men, truth be told). Respected by his enemies, adored by his friends; it was even said that the Emperor himself would step down, since Cabbage could do a better job.

It's a shame that he pissed off Sheogorath....

Re: Sheogorath

[sithis_shaped]

SORRY CAN'T POST I'M LITERALLY DYING RIGHT NOW

Cassie

[last_kallig]

"Fucking assholes!" Cassie growls, hitting the keyboard so hard that she's almost stabbing the keys as she gets yet another social media notification. "Banned for inappropriate content?! I'll give you inappropriate content, you fuckers!"

You mix mad gods and cabbage in my brain and you get a Brassica Prime story

[fowl_beast]

Sheogorath was troubled, for he couldn't ascertain why it is that he who yields the power of custard mixes it with his own tears. So he dreams of a world where the gods war over a great head of cauliflower. One is the source of all cabbage, and it shoos away a monkey.

"Banana-consuming heathen!" shouts the cabbage. "Begone from my nutritious sight, lest smiting ensue."

A human of indeterminate face and leg approaches the source. "Who are you?"

"I am Brassica Prime! You're welcome. I am the lord of delicious. Wielder of my sacred nutrition. This world's cabbages lie under my domain."

"Just cabbages?"

"Of course not 'just' cabbages. All cabbage-kind and all cabbage-related things are mine to control. For instance, is this world not shaped like a giant cabbage? Is this giant, glowing cabbage in the sky not the source of light and heat in this world? Do not the fields contain unbroken rows of cabbages as far as the eyes can see? Are not the mountains filled with delicious veins of pure cabbage ore?"

"...not really, no."

"Then you must look harder!"

"What is the source of your power?"

"Deliciousness is the source of my power. For deliciousness infuses every micro-cabbage that forms the world around us. It flows through the cosmos, infusing every living thing - thus binding them together. From the tiniest, humblest cabbage on this world to the giant space-cabbages that will soon arrive to enslave humanity, all are connected by the deliciousness. Truly to be the most delicious is to wield this power. The power to create and destroy. And as the most delicious of gods, I am the font of this delicious power. From me spills all the deliciousness in creation. Now do you see why I am truly the mightiest of gods?"

"Oh, this dream has cat hair in it," Sheogarath complains, scraping custard off the mixing bowl.

[with lots of content shamelessly scraped from canon]

Re: You mix mad gods and cabbage in my brain and you get a Brassica Prime story

[cassiefuckingcage]

I get a real Thirty H's vibe from this prompt. Which, of course, makes it entirely appropriate for Sheogorath. I approve.

[saphyria]

Sunshine: Conflict, Purpose, Love, Fractured, Peace, Family

Yrael: Home, Family, Pleasure, Disappointment, Waiting

Not awake yet

[ceitfianna]

If he'd truly slept like Kerioth had been able to, a figure, that would be restful. Instead he kept waking up and sleeping again, too many Abhorsens, not enough fish and too much stupidity.

They wouldn't leave him alone, he had a duty, he had a reason. They'd always like their reasons and twisted them into a shape they considered mercy.

At least the Abhorsens knew to feed him and didn't expect much, they didn't look to him to fix everything. Instead they were wary, which was how it should be, he was dangerous and hungry.

[last_kallig]

Very late, but throwing Ibani in for this prompt.

Force

Power

Freedom

Blood