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Character Study Challenge: Prompts List  
Here it is at last! Thank you to everyone for the wonderful prompts: now begins the real fun!

1. You can enter as many times as you want.
2. Multiple people can use the same prompt.
3. You can use your own prompt.
4. The Challenge will close three weeks time on 6 October, when I will make a masterlist of all submissions, by fandom.
5. You can submit any time between now and the closing date.
6. Your submissions can take the form of fic, meta, vids or other fanart, as long as you can argue that it explores the character and the prompt.
7. Post your submissions as comments to this post. Please title your comment with the relevant prompt, so that they are easy to see.
8. If your submission fits within a comment length (approx 4300 words, I think), then you're welcome to just post it here. However, there is no word limit so if it is longer than this, please post a link to your journal post where the completed work is posted. For vids or art, you may prefer to just post a link in your comment here (although if you prefer to post directly here that's ok too).
9. No WIPs please! Only completed works.
10. All submissions must be new works, specifically for this challenge, not reposted from elsewhere.
11. Anyone's welcome to submit: you don't have to have submitted prompts or ever have participated in a challenge before. Newbies are more than welcome.
12. If you don't want to submit yourself, you can still participate by pimping and, most importantly, leaving feedback on the submissions.

Any questions, just sing out! and HAVE FUN!

I would encourage everyone to think creatively about their responses. Remember that the one prompt may be used by multiple people--it could turn into a fic or a vid. Fics may vary in length considerably--and that's fine! Do not be put off if someone has already used the prompt you're interested in.

If you have written or seen a prompt you particularly want to see a response to, remember to pimp it to your friends and send them over here!

Prompts are listed alphabetically by fandom and then character. Crossovers (something I hadn't anticipated but don't mind including) are listed with the fandom from which the individual character comes. Fandoms that begin with 'The' have been listed under 'T'. RPF prompts are listed at the very end of the list.

Note: If you don't see your prompt in this list, please let me know. I hope I have got all of them, but you never know. ;)

mega-list of prompts
Current Location: sofa of comfiness
wisteria: fnl - tami - thumbs upwisteria_ on September 16th, 2007 04:57 pm (UTC)
Hey! This is AMAZING. As if I didn't already adore you to pieces.... ;)

Could I make a suggestion (for which you are free to bitchslap me)? Since this post is already so long, a separate post for entries would be really helpful. Much easier to read without scrolling down. It's already magnificent as-is, though! *hugs*
K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: FNL Matt Saracenbop_radar on September 17th, 2007 08:10 am (UTC)
Heeee. You are quite correct--it is annoying. But I am in the process of fixing that right now. *cracks knuckles* Soon no scrolling will be necessary. :D
Superfail!: MOVIE: The Boy Who Could Flyaliaspiral on September 16th, 2007 06:06 pm (UTC)
Wow! This looks amazingly cool!

K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: Yay!bop_radar on September 17th, 2007 08:11 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D I hope you enjoy!
Tom is my Clark: CLARK_Lips_Like_Cheap_Wine_S-Shieldprim_rose_etta on September 17th, 2007 03:01 am (UTC)
Smallville/het!Clark reacting to being kissed by Lex (1/2)
Character Study Challenge: Smallville; het Clark reacting to a kiss by Lex.


Why do I have to be so damned polite? Clark moaned to himself as he lay upon his loft's couch in wretchedness. Why did I have to put the ball back in his court like that?

Fully reclined, his head upon the padded armrest, he brought the crook of his brawny golden arm to rest over his face, pressing down, hiding behind it, shutting out the world behind the darkness he sought. It only brought the mosaic of his dejection into clearer contrast.

He could see it again, that moment he had left himself open to the curse Lex had left him with:

~~~"Are we done?" Clark had asked, after having offered the best apology he could muster for his and Lois' Red-K disruption of Lex and Lana's engagement party.~~~

He'd stood in his own barn, on his own property, and still, Lex had owned him, bettered him, mastered him one more time.

Cringing as he let the memory play out, Clark muttered, "Oh, god…how in hell did I stand still for it?"

Relentless, his thoughts captured him again:

~~~"Just make sure you RSVP" Lex had goaded him, his snide slide of a sneer making the farm boy feel so…uncouth. Then something about the caterers, and Luthor had begun to depart…but then…Lex had turned back to face him suddenly.~~~

~~~"Oh, and just to give you more food for thought on why you might be making such a fuss about the upcoming nuptials…" Lex had begun, just like any other speech about Grecian generals or Persian wars, and Clark was waiting for it, waiting to hear what Lex was going to explain, if only to scoff at him, afterword.~~~

Clark placed the palms of both hands over his eyes, groaning to himself, "That's when I fucked up…I just can't listen to him…he's an evil snake-charmer," but the fresh lesson failed to forestall the replay of events carrying on in his head:

~~~Clark remembered the insouciance in those pale blue eyes, and time had seemed to slow but Lex's hand had seemed to dart, grabbing the tousled head from behind, elegant, strong fingers threading and taking charge. Clark was dumb and stock-still, disbelieving what was going on before his eyes, doubting the very senses that screamed he was being pulled down for a kiss.~~~

Kicked out of his thoughts by the agony of it all, he whined, "Ahhhhgh!" but still he pursued the memories, desperate to study them, that such an even might never occur again in life:

~~~Perception advancing at a glacial rate, Clark had stared as the barn-filtered sunlight turned the orbs of Lex's eyes to works of art. Tugging Clark's lips to his, Lex never blinked…never blinked at all.~~~

"He's a hypnotist," Clark said bitterly as he played it back second by second:

~~~The humiliation was most acute that Luthor had actually paused just before contact, had given a glimpse close-up to the slightly-opened mouth the stunned boy offered him all unawares. Then Lex had arrogantly looked up and just gone on in, and the feel of it…so soft…so soft…~~~

Whimpering, pressing his arm to hide his eyes even harder, squeezing stars from within, Clark re-played it down to nanosecond speed:

~~~So soft, his own lips treated like the petals of a rose to a tickling bee, offered nectar for the taking.~~~

The normal American farm boy drew in a harsh breath and scrunched his body into the back of the couch, withdrawing even further from the world around him as he re-examined for the hundredth time the moments that had turned his own inner world 'round the other way:

~~~He'd gasped - there was no other way to describe it - not to admit it was impossible. He had taken the time to gasp, and he still hadn't run away, or made any other sort of reasonable reaction to the terrible liberties his erstwhile friend and now worst enemy was taking with him.~~~

~~~Clark recalled lean fingers playing softly in his locks…while that slippery tongue tipped under the soft pink of his own top lip. He remembered noting how little effort from Lex was all it took to bring the round of his own full lip away from his teeth, so relaxed was Clark…so passive…~~~

Tom is my Clark: CLARK_Hammock_Rose_etta_Kimmieprim_rose_etta on September 17th, 2007 03:01 am (UTC)
Re: Smallville/het!Clark reacting to being kissed by Lex (2/2)

"I'm going to kill him," Clark vowed to himself, assuaging self-loathing - knowing it was a lie. "I'm going to," he repeated, anyway.

~~~Then: that eel of a tongue swam within, tip riding up/down, up/down, seeking and finding Clark's as its partner in its dance as it invaded more fully, causing Clark's mouth to open wide. He joined in, causing himself to moan - before Clark came awake from the sound of himself, of a sudden, and instantly pushed Lex away, bodily, with one sharp thrust of his arms, until the assaulter hit with a dull crack of skull against wood on the barn's beam some ten feet behind him, dust motes kicked-up into the yellow beams of sunlight that fell in shafts around him as he gathered himself into his black longcoat with a nasty grin.~~~

This was the worst of it, by far - that Clark had been party to it for those sweet, smooth seconds, and those were the instants he couldn't shake.

Clark shook his head back and forth, begging denial, but instead feeling the rough grain of the fabric's coarse weave rub his cheek's skin, sensitized, he knew, from his focus on such sensuous memories.

"No!" he yelled, impressing nobody.

~~~He'd advanced ready to burn Lex to ash where he stood, righteous Kent nausea pitting his gut deep, and it was only his iron-training that kept Luthor among the living, but it was Clark's iron dick that had rutted into his mattress that night, trying to make the pale-blue sarcasm of those eyes dim or at least flicker, trying to show those staring accusations that they were wrong! Clark had awoken with his thumbs embedded on either side of a mattress torn nearly in two by angry hands, and gouged so deeply his own boxers were asunder.~~~

With mortification, Clark had run the unwieldy wreck of it to the dump, then ripped it into pieces smaller than had been warranted to cover the evidence of his ignominy. "At least I can remember that with pleasure," he thought grimly.

For days he had tried ignoring it all - ridiculous vanity that it could be done. He'd found that now his freshly-homoerotic mind was as instantly sensitive to arousal as his het mind had been at fifteen, so many years before. Morosely, he unbuckled and unzipped, pulling out his heavy cock into his hating hand. He had to de-sensitize the only way he knew how - all the time - and he knew Lex had foreseen that, too, as he had chuckled his way back to his Ferrari, his laugh rising loud as a bray at the end, before he shut his car door to separate them.

The fury within Clark couldn't help but depart for a while as he tickled his fingertips along silky tender flesh. Clark lay enervated upon his couch as he now sought the heat of those detested moments, sought the feel of those horrible sensations, to amplify by fantasy: the pale blue mocking eyes that lay below him, in his mind, as he ground into Lex upon the barn's dirt floor - the snide snicker that he sought to silence as he tasked Lex against the barn wall.

Unbidden, his mind cast for new, fresh food, finding it with the thought of barging into the manor, pulling Lex off of Lana within their bed, with Clark, instead, pushing Luthor to the bedtop, covering with his muscled form the abhorred obsession who owned the staring pale blue eyes.

Back on his couch, Clark pulled on himself mercilessly, grunting, imploring for release. Clark exploded at the thought of Lana approaching him as he twisted with Luthor on the bed, to thread her lean fingers through his tousled locks, to nock his head aside for her kiss, to snake her tiny tongue between his petal-soft lips.

Panting to catch his shaking breath, a tear too tiny to fall formed at the edge of Clark's eyes, closed in misery. Just like every time.


Copyright, story, not characters, by Rose etta
September 16, 2007
brokenmnemonic: Paganbrokenmnemonic on September 17th, 2007 09:17 am (UTC)
I've pimped you shamelessly over on the shipper thread on skiffy, so you might find more lurkers watching here than you expect ;)

All I've got to do now is actually get my head working enough to write anything useful, then I could take a look at getting some responses done here.
K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: Kara/Lee dreamybop_radar on September 17th, 2007 09:23 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D That's great to hear. Lurkers ROCK! ;)

Good luck with the inspiration. I know I'm making a shortlist of things I'd like to write. And while you're here, i have a question on your Lois prompt! *cheating* Were you thinking of it in terms of her preconceptions and first impressions about others, or theirs about her? *headtilt*
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QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 17th, 2007 04:33 pm (UTC)
Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green'
Hope I did this right.

Michael Guerin hates the color green.

'Green' is the color of aliens. Little green men who come in the night and take you from your warm bed to the coldness of their spaceships to test you, probe you, leave you different than you were before they ever crossed your path.

'Green' is the color of grass and life. Around the trailer he grew up in, there was no grass, only dirt. Maybe that was the reason why it felt more like he was dying there, instead of living.

'Green' is the color of envy. It's stupid (in his opinion) how people connect colors with feelings. 'Red' for anger, 'yellow' for cowardice, but when he sees Max and Isabel sitting down for a family dinner with their parents, laughing as they pass the bowls of red new potatoes and yellow squash, he feels as 'green' in his jealousy as the floral centerpiece on the table.

'Green' is the color of money, something he's never had. Even living on his own, free from Hank's alcoholic drainage of the household income, he still has to scrounge (sometimes working close to 40 hours a week on top of school) to make the rent every month.

'Green' is the color of Maria's eyes. When she's happy (and in love), they shine like dewdrops on a leaf. When she's sad (cause he's broke her heart), they become misty like the sky right before a springtime storm.

'Green' is the color of war. Of army fatigues and secret government labs. Of death and dissection. Of us vs them.

'Green' is the color of the landscape as you drive by at 60 mph. You never stop. You never settle down. You never sit back, take a moment and enjoy the view...

Even when all you've got to see before you is 'green'.
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 17th, 2007 09:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green'
Hope you did too ;)

Well done, loved the description of Maria's eyes best of all.
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - all_you_wanted on September 18th, 2007 02:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - bop_radar on September 17th, 2007 09:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - all_you_wanted on September 18th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - bop_radar on September 18th, 2007 03:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - honeymink on September 18th, 2007 11:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - all_you_wanted on September 18th, 2007 01:05 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - honeymink on September 18th, 2007 02:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Roswell, Michael, hatred of the color 'green' - (Anonymous) on September 22nd, 2007 09:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
pen37: Dean with Gunspen37 on September 17th, 2007 06:53 pm (UTC)
Dean Winchester, bartends like he's been doing it since the womb.

Everything relates back to hunting. Every skill, every quirk. It's not just the obvious ones. Shooting? Yeah. Faking ID's? Hell Yeah. Even taking care of Sammy was to free up Dad's time for hunting.

Dad used to say that when you've hit hard times, having a fall-back keeps bullets in the guns and gas in the tank. His was working on cars. But Dean knew that peopel always need a drink. And if you can tend bar, you can find a job anywhere.
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 17th, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC)
Nice one. I never thought about how useful a skill that is to have until now.
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tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 18th, 2007 05:44 am (UTC)
smallville - shelby, reflections on the girls in Clark's life

here's the link since it ran long:

QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 18th, 2007 02:06 pm (UTC)
You ran long? Who woulda thought... :p

I love the inner workings of Shelby's mind. :D
QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 18th, 2007 02:35 pm (UTC)
Smallville, Lois Lane, secretly recognizing Clark as a decent guy but keeping him off-limits for cou
4 Reasons Why Me + Smallville = Bad

1) He's lame. Always moping around that damn barn of his like he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders. Contrary to whatever the drama queen in plaid thinks, It's not all about him and his issues. I mean, "hello, geocentric much?".

2) He's kinda like my family now. Ma and Pa Kent took me in when I had no place of my own (thrice) and treated me like blood, hell they treated me better than my own blood does. Martha's like the mom I never got to know and Jonathan was like the dad I always wished I had, and Clark... Well I can't say I see him as my brother cause I've seen him naked (hello, salty goodness) and yeah, totally non-brother feelings there. He's more like that third cousin at the family reunion that's always eating his own boogers. You love him cause he's family, but sometimes you wonder if his apple wasn't severely damaged when it fell off the tree.

3) He's too damn secretive. He's a farmer and a college drop out for christsake, what the hell could he have to hide? I would say pot, but Clark's not cool enough for that.

4) Chloe. Even if I could look past the moping and the mystery and the Elmer Fudd night lights, I could never be with him cause it would kill her. She might have moved on on the surface, but below that, he's still the object of her affection and us getting together would crush her and that's something I could never do to her...even if sometimes its all I think about.

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red gone wrong: wild is the windscarletts_awry on September 18th, 2007 09:59 pm (UTC)

It looks like you missed the prompts from this thread.
K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: bsg kara eeek!bop_radar on September 18th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll get the list updated ASAP! Thanks for catching it.
carpenyx: sv - loiscarpenyx on September 18th, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
I think this is a wonderful idea! :D I am aiming to attempt to do something for this, assuming time permits. :)
K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: Lois smirkbop_radar on September 18th, 2007 11:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you like the idea. It would be great to see you submit! :-)
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 19th, 2007 04:40 am (UTC)
Smallville, Clark, Fragility

He remembers very little from his first years on the farm. He doesn’t remember not being able to speak English, which is sort of weird, but he figures he blocked it out when he assimilated into everything else all American. What he does remember is the steep learning curve. It’s not that life on Kent Farm was ever complicated or that there were too many rules. There was just one, but it was crucial and it took him a long time to master it.

Be gentle . His mom started with him on that when he’d barely been at the farm for a month, after he’d accidentally given her bruises by hugging her too tightly. After he’d lifted up his parent’s 500 pound bed, the lessons had intensified.
But he’d been a slow learner.

He remembers the day the barn cat had her first litter and how excited he’d been. Too excited. He’d tried so hard to be careful, just like his parents had taught him, but they’d been so fragile, their bones so tiny. He hadn’t meant to break them. So there were new rules added, rules about what he couldn’t touch or how close he could get to the livestock, rules for how he could even hug his mom.

And every year he got stronger and everything else got so much more fragile, so much more breakable. Every year he fit a little less. He remembers the day in third grade when his dad finally let him help out in the chicken coop, let him handle the little puff balls also known as chicks. When he’d done it, when he held them in his hands without squeezing the life out of them, his dad had been so proud and he’d been ecstatic, as if he’d won the lottery just because he could finally hold a baby animal.

Still, there were accidents. As he got older, it usually involved dented forks or cracked plates, sometimes even the occasional bent tractor part. Everything was always still so breakable. And now he’s 18 (or close enough according to his birth certificate) and impossibly strong. He’s thrown off tons of concrete like they were a blanket and he’s practiced making diamonds. His hands were made for fighting. He doesn’t like to think of destiny or crusades or any of it, but it’s clear that at least on Earth he’s more of a weapon than he is a person. Hands that shatter steel and brick can shatter bone even easier. He thinks about that a lot.

In fact, it’s all he thinks about these days. He loves Lana, loves her more than anything, but ever since he got his strength back, all he can do is see her and think of barn kittens with crushed spines and concrete turned to dust.

He can’t do anything with her.

Not really.

She’s just too fragile and he’s anything but.
QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 19th, 2007 03:04 pm (UTC)
Re: Smallville, Clark, Fragility
You win at making me teary eyed.
Re: Smallville, Clark, Fragility - legendarytobes on September 19th, 2007 04:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 19th, 2007 04:41 am (UTC)
CW RPF - Aaron Ashmore, "Men of Thursday"
Green-Eyed Monsters

Okay, he gets it. He’s the new guy and it’s not exactly like he’s playing Superman here, no offense to Tom. It’s not like he’s a lead. He knows there’s a big difference between being around for only ten or eleven episodes and being the star of a series like Mike and Tom and those two J guys on the lot next door. It’d make sense that the four of them get to be the “Men of Thursday” in the same way, Fox promoted Hugh over Shawn. It’s always Wolverine over Iceman and Lex Luthor over Jimmy Olsen.

He can live with that. He’s the second stringer and the comic relief and in a show that takes itself so seriously, that’s actually a pretty important job. It’s only been a few weeks and he already likes Jimmy. He knows that he’ll be playing dumb for the rest of his run, that Jimmy’s never going to get in on the Big Secret, but the kid’s still smart and dedicated and he’s already got a steady girlfriend. So here he is, Aaron Ashmore, potential sex symbol (not that he and Al are going to get any on-air sex scenes. Come on, this is Smallville and not The O.C. and even Lex Luthor rarely gets laid on-screen.). But he does have a feisty little co-star to work with and it’s all looking up.

And yet he saw the promo poster for the other guys and he can’t help but feel a little jealous. Even if he is playing the resident nerd and not the superhero, the arch villain, or the blue collar Hunters. He’s not even the suave new billionaire in town and that does irk him a lot. If Justin gets on the poster with only seven eps to his name, shouldn’t he be there too. After all, Jimmy’s only been part of the Superman legend for decades, it’s not like he matters much.

Oh well, there’s always next year to get promoted. It’s not like they’ll bring on another new character that late in the run and Justin will be gone.

He’s so going to be a Man of Thursday, he just knows it, and maybe some little teeny boppers can actually notice him. Yeah, next year is going to be so sweet.
QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 19th, 2007 03:07 pm (UTC)
Re: CW RPF - Aaron Ashmore, "Men of Thursday"
I'm not a teenybopper anymore (thank god) but I noticed Aaron. ;)
Re: CW RPF - Aaron Ashmore, "Men of Thursday" - legendarytobes on September 19th, 2007 04:36 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: CW RPF - Aaron Ashmore, "Men of Thursday" - all_you_wanted on September 19th, 2007 09:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(Anonymous) on September 19th, 2007 05:31 am (UTC)
Nancy Drew (1930s books), George Fayne, realizing she is a lesbian
Nancy Drew (1930s books), George Fayne, realizing she is a lesbian

George is sitting in her maroon coupe convertible at the driver's wheel with the motor running and waiting for Nancy to come back from investigating the rhododendron bush-covered and screened tin-roofed shack at the far end of town, past the railroad tracks and into the dark woods.

George would be helping Nancy with the investigation, holding Nancy's thighs and pushing up Nancy's butt so that Nancy could look into the high, dark window of the tin roofed shack with her flashlight; but Nancy insisted that George man the get-away car in case spooky Mr. Booman appeared suddenly and startlingly from the root cellar where he was hiding stolen goods or contraband or manning a still or something.

"He is doing something down there. And we have got to find out what it is." says Nancy. George is intrigued. She would like to know what is going on down there, herself.

"I could position myself between Nancy's legs and hold her calves and ankles while she stuck her head way down the dark hole of the root cellar's widely flung double doors. Of course, her skirt would ride up as she hung down investigating the gaping root cellar entry. But I wouldn't be able to pull the skirt back up her long, slim legs because I would be occupied keeping her lower body supported while she explored. I would just have to stare at her pale peach panties and tell her to be careful. Careful and thorough. Because helping Nancy discover secrets and things is exciting. As exciting as rushing the net at tennis or hitting a hole in one on the golf course."

George squirms in her seat in the coupe. She feels the need to be in motion, in action. She doesn't like to wait, not even on Nancy when she feels like this. She presses her seat into the coupe's car seat and keeps adjusting her position as she thinks of holding Nancy and watching her explore. And all that motion makes her feel good and she keeps shifting herself in the unyielding coupe seat.

"Oh," says George.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cries Nancy as she climbs over the coupe's passenger seat door and falls against George. "Go, go, go! Mr. Booman saw me, I think!"

George guns the coupe motor and hits the gas pedal and lets out the clutch. George is very well co-ordinated. George shifts rapidly up to third gear as she turns the coupe from the shack's dirt drive onto the access road. Nancy pushes herself against George in sympathy with George's pressure on the gas pedal.

"Ha!" yells George.

"Ha! Go!" yells Nancy.

It is times like this these that make George like Nancy so much. This is even better than lying on the screened porch in the summer night in the cot with Beth and complaining about the heat.

"I'm going to take off my night shift because it is just too hot to wear it," Beth would say.

Hot and fast. George likes it that way.

by CC---not a member, but I read your journal and saw this prompt and I just had to.
K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: Yay!bop_radar on September 19th, 2007 11:08 am (UTC)
Re: Nancy Drew (1930s books), George Fayne, realizing she is a lesbian
That's wonderful! :D Thank you so much for contributing. I love this piece.
Alexandra Leaving: Vrubel - Angel/Tamaraalexandral on September 19th, 2007 03:19 pm (UTC)
Dexter, Dexter - Robin Hood of serial killers

I am sorry I am late!
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 20th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
Smallville, Adam, potential


“You have such great potential.”

It was a phrase that Chad Nash heard often and across various contexts. He was the best computer programmer in his school, one of the best martial artists of his age in Oklahoma, an award winning pianist. He’d always been driven to be the best, to bring home those shiny trophies and those satin ribbons. And then he’d been diagnosed with a rare liver disease and he’d been driven to do anything to stop it, to find the miracle cure, to be healthy enough via meditation and physical therapy and exercise to beat the odds. But the odds had beaten him and he’d died.

Then, he’d pulled a Lazarus.

He’d died in a hospital bed in the middle of dustbowl town with his parents and siblings all around him, and he’d woken up on a cold metal table with some Chinese bitch making notes over him as if he were a fucking Guinea pig and man, dressed in clothes that clearly cost more than the mortgage on his parents farm, eying him like he was a winning lottery ticket. That same man who circled everyone like a Great White, had invited him back to his office, placated him with exotic coffee and a nice new wardrobe of his very. That man had told him what countless teachers and senseis had said, but this time Chad Nash---no, Adam Knight---had the potential to be the spy for a captain of industry, to possibly bring him the secrets of the universe.

How the Hell he was supposed to do that spying on a simple farm kid from Bumblefuck, KS and while cuddling up to a girl who’d never said no to adding pink to her wardrobe, he still didn’t understand. But it didn’t matter. The man thought he could do it and he was nothing if not convincing. He was also the one who controlled the access to the miracle drug and Adam soon realized he was a Lazarus with a nasty IV habit and a tendency to pop blood vessels.

So he’d gone to Smallville Medical Center and start cozying up to Lana Lang, who, oddly enough, seemed more attracted to him the ruder to her he was. That did surprise him. It was if no one had ever called her on her bull shit during the first seventeen years of her life.

Well, forget that.

Adam could tell it like it was, except for his own medical mysteries, of course, and he wasn’t going to sugar coat anything for the Princess. Yet, the closer he got to her, the closer he came to accomplishing his mission, the more he felt like, for the first time, he wasn’t living up to his potential. Lana was a mistress of passive-aggression, high maintenance to be sure, but there was a lot there to like too, a saucy girl with determination and bravado. If things had been different…

But they weren’t and the potential to be a great boyfriend was the one thing he’d never live up to.
QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 20th, 2007 04:09 am (UTC)
You took that and ran with in completely the different direction I was thinking it would go and omg I love you for it!
(no subject) - legendarytobes on September 20th, 2007 06:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - all_you_wanted on September 20th, 2007 01:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 20th, 2007 02:58 am (UTC)
Smallville, Bart, "everybody loves a clown"

Bart Allen had learned by eighth grade that everybody loves a clown. He’d always been on the smallish side for his age, but by the end of junior high, the other guys were towering over him and sports prowess just wasn’t going to be his claim to fame. Jocks one on one weren’t usually bad guys, but jocks in roving bands were downright malicious and went for the weak the way a wolf went in for the kill. Short kids, fat kids, the less-than-athletically gifted were always on their hit list. The only way to avoid them was to beat them to the punch.

Proverbially speaking, of course.

Toss in a few jokes about his own stature, rag on the teacher, even make a little (okay, a lot) of innuendo, and the other kids---jocks included---laughed and cheered. So he got into the habit of playing to the crowd and he never grew out of it.

Although none of the Justice Bros would ever make fun of him---it goes against that whole truth, justice, and mom’s apple pie vibe the rest of those sticks in the mud have going on---he’s still the jokester. He’s not the only funny one, of course. Oliver wields sarcasm almost as expertly as he does a bow and arrow, and Victor’s sense of humor is dry enough to earn him honorary English dude status. Hell, even Fish Stick’s a riot, although, always unintentionally. But still it's always him who goes for the one-liners, who always goofs off. Part of it is the fact that he’s just not a serious guy, not made that way. He can’t go into (probable) death with angst and wringing of hands. If he’s going to die, he’s going to do it laughing and mocking Old Cue Ball with his last breath.

But the other part is more complicated, and only comes out to play when a certain blonde is present. If he just offers the same lame pick-up lines, then she’s laughing with him, not at him. If he lays the double entendres on so thick that even Stretch and Gill Boy pick up on them, then it’s all a joke and he didn’t mean it. Then she won’t actually reject him.

Because Bart might be young, but he knows the score. He knows that he can’t compete with his big brothers, knows that against the billionaire playboy, the superman, and the guy with more hardware than a Radio Shack he just can’t compare.

So he makes a dumb joke and watches Watchtower smile, watches them all laugh and groan, because when you laugh, the world laughs with you, but when you…well he’s never been one for waterworks to begin with.
QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 20th, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
Re: Smallville, Bart, "everybody loves a clown"
Re: Smallville, Bart, "everybody loves a clown" - legendarytobes on September 20th, 2007 06:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
Nu: tv-spn-heroinequiet_rebel on September 20th, 2007 04:20 am (UTC)
Supernatural, Jo, "girls always go for the ones who remind them of their daddies"


He kicks the door shut behind him. Shrugs out of his jacket. Stumbles out of his boots and jeans. Collapses on top of her in her tiny twin-sized bed. Brushes the hair from her face, smiles, whispers, "I missed you."

She smiles back, breathes in the dirt and road, and says, "Missed you too."

By morning, he's on his way back out the door. Jacket slung over his shoulder. Boots laced up. Legs clad in jeans. He kisses the top of her head. "Wait for me."

"I always do," she says.

Then, he leaves.


They're standing in the middle of the woods tracking down the possessed deer hunter. She doesn't have her jacket with her when it starts raining.

Her wet hair sticks to her face. She shivers and he sees. He hands her his leather jacket. She refuses.

"Take it," he says.

"I'm fine."

He drapes the jacket over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she mumbles, looping her arm through the long sleeves. Her hands get lost in them. "It's too big." She tries to give the jacket back to him.

"I swear to God, Jo, if you take that jacket off, I'll shoot you."

"Well, that's a nice way of telling me you don't want me to catch a cold." She frowns, but keeps the jacket on.


His hand lingers on her waist. He tells her to focus on the bullseye. Yeah, right. Not when his hand is touching her like that. Not when his body is pressed against her back like that. Not when his breath is warm against her neck like that.

"Focus," he says again.

He raises her arm and wraps his other hand over hers. Together, they hold the gun, two fingers coiled around the trigger.

"On the count of three." Hand in hand. "One." Heart hammering into her spine. "Two." Breath on her skin. "Three."

They pull the trigger.

The bullet flies in the air and lodges right into the bullseye that's tacked to the large tree trunk.

He lets out a howl. "That was awesome." He smiles at her, proud and impressed. "Guess all that practice paid off."

"I guess so." The hot gun buzzes in her hand.

He winks. "Just don't tell Sam."


The man is curled up on the floor of the bar. His nose bleeds, but no one comes to his aid. Dean takes advantage of that and kicks the man in the gut when he's down.

She yells at him to stop. His fists don't unclench, so, she grabs him and pushes him out of the bar.

Outside, he finally exhales. His face is scrunched in anger. He waves a fist back at the door.

"He deserved it, Jo," he says.

"We were just dancing."

"He had his hands all over you." He takes in a deep breath, lowers his voice. "I was just looking out for you."

She moves to him, takes his hands, and pries his fingers from the inside of his palms. She interlaces their fingers.

The anger seeps away.


One day, she looks in the mirror and realizes she feels older than she looks.

She asks him if he feels the same.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Aren't you tired of all of this?"

"Me? Tired?" He sits at the table cleaning his guns. "I'll sleep when I'm dead."

She joins him at the table and helps him finish with the guns.
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 20th, 2007 06:27 am (UTC)
Re: Supernatural, Jo, "girls always go for the ones who remind them of their daddies"
Amazing. Loved it very much, especially the first section with the night and the morning after rush out.
Britta: {a} happy feetbalcarin on September 20th, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, different
Here via wisteria_! Your challenge was perfect because I was in the mood to write but wasn't sure what I wanted to do. This one is for Luna, but I've got some FNL ones planned too!

Luna Lovegood - On Being Different
K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: FNL Matt and Juliebop_radar on September 20th, 2007 10:50 am (UTC)
Re: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, different
That was great! Thank you! :D
I'll look forward to your FNL ones too.
Re: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, different - daybreak777 on September 22nd, 2007 11:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Rebecca Lane, Professional Nerd: Chlart- The Only One Who Sees Merjchasez on September 21st, 2007 08:32 am (UTC)
Smallville, Chloe Sullivan, reality
This ficlet is a sequel to tobywolf13's response to the Bart prompt "Everybody Loves A Clown".

(Are you there? Are you watching me?)
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 22nd, 2007 06:46 am (UTC)
Smallville - chloe, trying to choose between Clark and Jimmy
She must be the only woman in history who's love life has been determined by the quest for ho-hos and late afternoon caffeine. In fact, she's strongly considering becoming the poster girl for the Hostess corporation with that kind of ringing endorsement---"Not just confection-y goodness, they resolve all deep seated emotional conflicts too!"

Better than a freaking magic eight ball.

Chloe Sullivan is many things, an idiot has never been one of them. And even if for some reason the latest Smallvillian crisis had robbed her of her ability to read social signals, she still wouldn't have been able to misread the look on Clark's face. The boy was the kind of transparent that Fosse and Ebb would have salivated over.

Not that she'd ever overlooked Clark. That had never been her problem, quite the opposite actually, but sometimes she was sure the rest of the world did, which was probably best for him in the long run, considering.

So, yeah, she'd known that Clark had wanted anything but to blow off their kiss on Dark Thursday, and until Jimmy Olsen had wandered up to the both of them, she'd been beyond tempted to take him up on the unvoiced offer.

Clark was the boy she'd loved since she'd first come to Smallville. He was her best friend and her hero.

And he was the figment of "what if" that haunted her all the time, had overshadowed the one non-starter of a relationship she'd attempted with, ironically enough, Jimmy Olsen. She'd given and she'd given and she'd given until she had nothing left of herself. She was his full-time sidekick, search engine, source of moral support and Dear Abby love letters, and on top of that she was pretty sure she could slice, dice, and make Julienne fries.

Since the day she'd moved to Smallville, her life---her whole self---had been defined by him. It wasn't obvious in the way that Lana's tendency to latch onto her boyfriends was, but that dependency was still there.

And it scared her.

She didn't depend on people, not like that, not ever. Hadn't since her mom left and her dad started working long hours in overtime. But she'd fallen and fallen so hard that she'd become dependent on him despite herself, couldn't get through the day without him. The thought of him not coming back from fighting Zod had almost killed her, and they weren't even officially in love.

Correction, he wasn't officially ready to move on from Lana (was he ever?) and she, as always, had been desperate for him.

The balance of power had been uneven.

Like always.

And she just couldn't live that way. Couldn't put herself out like she had with her letter or on that football field after his first game, couldn't have her heart shattered if Lana ever became available again or if, worse yet, someone like Zod managed to kill him.

Living without her best friend was unthinkable, but living without him if things went any further...well, she'd never been one for Romeo and Juliet moments.

Jimmy was goofy and sweet and safe. He'd been a great comfort once upon a time in a far away summer, been the one to pick up his pieces once before. She had rebuffed Clark and followed Jimmy to the break room because it would keep her sane and whole, keep her ready and willing to be Clark's everything.

Everything but the one thing he thought he wanted.

So here she was watching Jimmy Olsen, all around nice guy and slightly clingy potential suitor, drop quarters into the ancient vending machine because she'd spent six years losing herself to Clark, falling into his orbit.

And she just didn't want to fall anymore.

She'd promised herself once before over a breakfast of burnt waffles that she wasn't going to depend on anyone again, love them like that again, and she was ready to keep that promise.

Because she could like Jimmy, did like Jimmy, but she wouldn't love him, wouldn't fall for him.

Wouldn't fall apart if he left her.

Because she and Lana were more alike than even she'd like to admit, and they all left in the end, even the supposed White Knight.

Perhaps, especially, the White Knight.
QueenC's Writingsall_you_wanted on September 25th, 2007 03:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Smallville - chloe, trying to choose between Clark and Jimmy
oh... *says in small voice cause heart is breaking into million tiny pieces*
tobywolf13legendarytobes on September 22nd, 2007 08:00 am (UTC)
Smallville---Oliver, afraid his friendship with Clark will fall apart
Actually, the full prompt reads "Oliver, afraid that his friendship with Clark will end the same way that Clark and Lex's did"

Link: http://tobywolf13.livejournal.com/139182.html#cutid1
K, Bop or Boppy--take your pick!: Oliverbop_radar on September 23rd, 2007 06:30 am (UTC)
Re: Smallville---Oliver, afraid his friendship with Clark will fall apart
Oh, I'm sorry that got cut off! I'll get it fixed up.