26.10.4. My Way - Sex Pistols
Regrets I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without exemption
I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

Afraid to Run Verse | Co-written with imgrounded

Pre-holiday explosion in the Clinic was always inevitable. Explosion was also the appropriate description, because just about every patient who came through it had one bodily fluid or another exploding from an array of bodily orifices. When Diagnostics failed to bring in a new case that week, Cuddy had everyone - including House - on Clinic Duty to try and dilute the constant stream of patients, a lot of whom were ailing due to overindulgence at Christmas parties with the likes of dehydration or food poisoning. And then there was the typical colds and flus from the wintery weather. Chase was sure his nose was about to start running just from sympathy of the amount of flu cases he had seen and the amount of prescriptions he had written for flu pills.

( His feet were starting to ache, and he was regretting skipping his morning tea break now and cutting his lunch in half... )


Muse | Dr Robert Chase & Peter Petrelli
Fandom | House, M.D. & Heroes
Word Count | 4,406

Due to RL, December has been an atrocious month for the mods and we apologise for the lack of new prompts and the lack of processing of new applications.

A new prompt set will go up in the New Year, and all pending applications will be processed.

We hope all members have a very happy holidays, and we'll see you in the New Year!




Cross posted to just_fck_me and just_1_word

He hadn't had much time to decorate the house, and it was only a few days until Christmas.

Between running the farm, commuting to the Daily Planet and the extra curricular Blur activities, Clark had been too busy to even think about anything holiday related until the week before, when he'd realized that not only was the farmhouse not dripping with lights and tinsel, but that he hadn't even started his shopping yet. Half of Sunday had been sacrificed to finding gifts for friends and family, and he hoped that the obvious 'Clark didn't actually think much about these this year' quality of the presents would be forgiven. At least they were as thoughtful as he could make them on short notice.

( The harder part was putting up decorations )

Muse: Clark Kent
Fandom: Smallville
WC: 529
Commments: here

Honesty is the best policy. And when it's honest and wrong it's even better.

Muse: Kayashima Taiki
Fandom: Hanazakari no Kimitachi e
Words: 519

Duela Dent
Batman
761 words


There was one thing Duela Dent wanted more than anything else in the world. Above everything, she wanted to hate Jonathan Crane. She wanted to want him dead, wanted to scream at him until she was hoarse. She wanted to want to put a bullet in his head, wanted to want to watch him bleed out. She'd hated him just yesterday... or maybe it was the day before. But today, for some reason...

She considered the possible reasons. She ruled out affection. He'd destroyed everything she loved. He'd torn her family apart, torn her apart. She felt no affection for him. Pity was out of the question. He regretted nothing, asked for no pity, and she had none to give to him. The answer, she decided, had nothing to do with him. It was all her.

She was finally accepting what he'd done.

Despite insisting firmly that he didn't want or need a coat, that it wasn't all that cold, that the snow was just a coincidence, that there were people in Alaska who didn't wear ANYTHING, Ryan daily found himself trudging up the stairs to his room after his outerwear didn't meet his mother's approval.

( The thud his bare feet made on each step was a sort of quiet rebellion. )

( 'Why did you make me kiss her goodbye?' )

Muse: Captain Jack Harkness
Fandom: Torchwood
Words: 1009 of my own. Quotes from Torchwood ep 1x12 "Captain Jack Harkness."

ooc: Future!ficcy. theonlykeller used with love and permission and stuffies!

"You know she expects you to come to Sunday dinner, right?"

Sally placed another book onto the stack she was creating and sighed, finally looking up at James. "Well, we can't. Mikey and I already have plans."

James groaned, adding another book about insects to the pile. "You make this harder on yourself than it needs to be." He was flipping through the pages. "And since when is Mikey interested in creepy crawlies?"

"Since his class adopted a whole bunch of Madagascar hissing cockroaches." As far as Sally was concerned that was fine as long as they didn't ever have to watch the things. Neko might try and eat them. "And I am not making anything harder, James. We truly do have plans with my aunt and uncle. We've had them for weeks and I'm not about to cancel so your mother can parade Mikey around in front of her friends. She can do that on Christmas."

The younger Keller shook his head. "Here, a book about robots. Or snakes." He held up both items for consideration, dropping them onto the pile when she nodded. "Mother will love that you're canceling so you can see your side of the family."

(Short fuses, long lines, so much for a silent night)


Sally Blevins/X-men

They’d been on Earth for a good three or four months. Herself, Kasey… her parents and a few others that came from Atlantis. There had been a night where she’d decided that a walk was in order. And since she wasn’t allowed to go alone she managed to coax Kasey out to go with her. The place was kind of eerie this late at night and since they were out in the middle of nowhere… that just made it creepier. To be honest she’d rather be alone in the dark in Atlantis. At least then she’d know where she was. Unlike this place here.

Taking Kasey’s hand she led him out of the house they lived in for the time being and walked down to the end of the driveway. There before them was an old deserted road. Hadn’t it been the one they’d just come from not moments before and it had been filled with traffic? Now it looked like nothing had passed its lanes for years. That was kind of odd… Or maybe she was just imagining things. It was probably the latter of the two.

“Do you know where we’re going?”

She hadn’t even noticed that she’d already started them on that long country road. Which was a bad thing all on its own. “No.” Because she didn’t know where they were going and really didn’t care. This was new for her and she wanted to explore. Exploring was a part of being a Sheppard anyway. So she merely gives him a grin and turns so she’s walking in front of him, facing him. “We’ll go wherever our feet take us. See where this road leads.”

“Just don’t get us lost.”

That gets a scoff out of the young Sheppard before she leaned forward and kissed her boyfriend before turning and running down the road knowing that he’d be right behind her.


Muse: Maxine Sheppard [OC]
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Words: 315

TEN things you can see from where you're sitting

1. Canon EOS 5D Mark II camera
2. my vanity
3. all my nail polish in color order Thanks, Jules
4. boxers
5. a few books
6. a purple bra
7. Neko's bed that is never ever used
8. a fake mouse
9. slippers
10. fuzzy hand cuffs

TEN things you want to do before you die

1. Photograph the world (lofty I know)
2. Have a family
3. Help mutants achieve equal rights
4. Antarctica. Penguins. Photograph.
5. Make a name for myself in the photography industry
6. Graduate college
7. Photograph Genosha again
8. Photograph under the sea
9. Travel the world
10. Love with my whole heart.

Sally Blevins/X-Men

Regrets I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through without exemption
I've planned each charted course
Each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way

( Standing behind Peter as he strained toward the vault, Adam felt a quiver of anticipation rising inside of him. )

Muse: Adam Monroe
Fandom: Heroes
Words: 305
Notes: Peter is not directed at any particular muse.

The night was colder than it should have been as Mohinder moved away from the bonfire. The loss of the fire's heat had to be factored in, of course, as well as the desert's temperature shifts, but it was more than that, he thought. It seemed like some sort of chapter had closed. The monster was gone. Except that he wasn't, of course. They were all of them monsters, or potential monsters. What Sylar had been, they all were capable of. Nathan and he had proven that, hadn't they, if nothing else? He'd like to think Peter and Hiro would hold fast, but some voice in the back of his head whispered that somewhere inside of them, they were capable of just as much darkness if pushed the right way.

His thoughts did nothing but make the night colder, and he wrapped one arm around himself as he fumbled in his jacket for his keys. In his car, he rested his head against the steering wheel for a moment. Where he was going now, he didn't know. Home, maybe. It was time. Past time. Molly was there, and his mother, and maybe some semblance of a normal life.

( But first he needed a drink. )

Muse: Mohinder Suresh
Fandom: Heroes
Words: 1410
Notes/Warnings: X-over piece with The Vampire Diaries (book canon). Damon is prodigalsavior and mine to use. Warnings for sex & temporary character death.

Okay, really? Ten noises I love? Isn't there a better question than that? Okay, fine, I'll bite. Lets see.

1) The cog door in the Torchwood Hub as it rolls back. There's this little alarm and that sound and then the gears grind as it retracts. That thing has been there as long as the Hub has. It's almost as old as I am. But it still keeps going, through all the changes in the place, all the changes in the city, it still keeps rolling back and forth. It's a constant, just like I am. There's something nice about that, and just hearing it just makes me feel at home.

2) We've got this coffee machine in the Hub. I tell you what, all sorts of technology, alien artefacts and weaponry? Those I can operate with my eyes closed. But this thing? This thing I just can't get to grips with. I have no idea what Ianto does to it but damn does he make it work some magic. And that sound, the sound it makes when it's brewing coffee, I love that sound. And the coffee I get after it of course. (And the delivery boy isn't too bad either).

3) And while we're on the theme of the Hub, there's the sound of Myfanwy --that's our pterodactyl-- as she screeches around up near the roof. I mean, yeah, pretty ridiculous that we've got a pterodactyl, right? But she's part of the place now. Bit awkward at times, but Ianto usually knows how to sort her out. He's got a way with her.

( 4) So I guess, moving on from the Hub, but still Torchwood, there's my car. The Torchwood SUV. Oh I love that thing. Big beast of a car, half of the specifications were mine and sure, half of them will never be used --hasn't been much call for rocket boosters in central Cardiff-- but it's nice to know they're there. And there's the engines and that roar when you start them up. That noise is brilliant.  )

Word count: 910
Muse: Captain Jack Harkness

1. The customers who think they can ‘change’ my orientation. I mean, come on. You think I enjoy pretending to be gay?

2. The supernatural world in general. Yeah, I’m part of it, but it still annoys the crap outta me.

3. Anyone who picks a fight with my family.

4. Lara. When she gets all ‘I told you so’.

5. Harry. Most of the time, but generally when he drags me along as support. Or rings for a lift at 3am.

6. Cold callers. Seriously, how many times do they have to be told that no, I really don’t want to sign up for life insurance?

7. Burger King. Give me McDonalds any day.

8. Warm beer. Specifically, if Mac’s ale is warm. I know, he’ll kill me, but hey.

9. Have to skulk around the Wardens – if I’m found out, Harry’s dead.

10. The creatures that insist on bashing in my new cars. Ever tried explaining ‘giant fly like creatures attacked my car’ to an insurance company?


Thomas Raith
Dresden Files
Word Count: 169

Prompt: 26.5.1 Bad News
Muse: Jean-Luc Picard
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Word Count: 645


Jean-Luc hated having to wait on others. Usually he hid fairly well the fact that patience was not one of his better qualities. At times, however, he had learned of himself that in certain instances there was no possible way to hide his impatience, his aggravation and his frustration in both himself and others. Over time he had learned to adapt with a few different situations; brief encounters with the Borg, the Cardassians, the Ferengi and most of the Q. But as a rule Jean-Luc preferred to be on his own time schedule. It stabilized his own demeanor into one that was more apt to be lived with.

Currently he was pacing the floor in Doctor Marwz’s office in the Federation medical facility on Starbase 515. While his crew thought he was merely here for a checkup, the truth was that his artificial heart was failing him once again. This time it wasn’t a malfunction. This time the Borg implants that still existed in his body and had been irremovable were interfering with mechanics of the heart. Both were necessary. Both were keeping him alive. And yet both were slowly killing him.

Bad News

OOC: Each in 100 word drabbles


Do you want to kiss me? Please circle yes or no.
Yes No

The note sat on his desk after it had been passed back to him in class and even at such a young age he could barely make himself open it. For a kid who had never been rejected before, it was a scary thought that she might have circled the ‘no’. But when he slowly and carefully opened the note and saw that she hadn’t circled the ‘no’ but instead had circled the ‘yes’, a large, toothy grin appeared on his lips. Recess couldn’t come soon enough.

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds

[Choices!verse]
1. TEN things you can see from where you're sitting
1. My feet
2. The rest of my bed
3. My dresser
4. My laptop which is on my lap
5. Ewok
6. Puck who is draped over Ewok
7. Kuma at the end of the bed
8. The curtains
9. The artwork we have up
10. Bedroom door and hallway

( ...... )

[Open!verse]
3. TEN favourite words
1. Love
2. My friends' names
3. Whisper
4. Whatever
5. Jackass
6. Chartreuse
7. Onomatopoeia
8. Oxymoron
9. Incognito
10. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

( ..... )

25.6.1. TEN things that annoy you

1. Ronnie People stealing my sandwiches
2. Not being privy to important information
3. Dog crap on London sidewalks
4. Forwarded email chain letters
5. Cocky defence lawyers
6. Chips shops running out of fish
7. Being told I need a girlfriend
8. Being told I need sex
9. Blind dates
10. Flat beer


Muse | DS Matt Devlin
Fandom | Law & Order UK

Snarky/Ruby is bloodinmyear and Dad is presidingangel who are both used with love and permission.

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Serena had been sitting in her flat by herself, enjoying the down time and taking the opportunity to read the latest Vogue magazine. But as she flipped the pages robotically, she couldn’t remember what she just saw on the pages before. Her mind was focused on someone else, Ruby. The Ruby that she nicknamed Snarky.

Ruby had been there for Serena when she was hunting a demon alone. Her forearm had been cut deeply and she had a mild concussion. Ruby was there straight away to pick her up and take her home safely. While her intentions had nothing to do with Serena’s wellbeing, she fueled Serena’s belief that Ruby was a good demon and took advantage of her issue to trust too easily.

“You’re so boring, princess.” Serena jumped around to see Ruby leaning against the wall with her arms folded, watching Serena. “Sitting still and reading Vogue is such a drag. Come on, let’s have some fun.”

It felt like Serena had no control over herself when Ruby was there. The magazine automatically closed and she put it down on the coffee table as she stood up, walking towards Ruby with a small smile. “And do what?”

“You’ll see. Have you got Irene?” Serena nodded in response, feeling her dagger in the waistband of her jeans. “Good, let’s go!”

( ...... )

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Muse: Serena van der Woodsen
Fandom: Gossip Girl (crossed to Supernatural)
Word count: 745

[ooc: backdated and set after THIS]

Josh stood in Emma’s kitchen staring at the two pieces of rye bread. Rye, not white. Because this wasn’t going to be an ordinary sandwich. He’d even made a special trip to the store to get all this fancy gourmet shit and good bread, and now he was suffering from the equivalent of stage fright for sandwich making.

He reached behind him to scratch at the back of his head, his eyebrows drawn together as he bit his lip. Making her a fucking awesome sandwich in return for some Emma-style lovin’—but not sex, because it wasn’t time yet—had seemed easy. Plus it was going to make her feel better. Just like the bath. He’d even Googled fucking sandwiches! What other boyfriend would sit on a computer and do that shit?

( He didn’t get what the fuss was about. )



Joshua Goddard King
Original Character
Words: 552

missparamedic used with much love & permission

Bonus #1: Select five people from your muse's f-list and have them list five reasons for each person why they're thankful they know them.

My name is Dean Winchester, and I don’t obey rules. Also not sure I have five people on my f-list to be thankful for, so this is what I got. Don’t like it, go cry into your pillow.

01. Pamela Anderson
- No one quite wore a red swimsuit like Pammy.
- Slow motion runnin’ in aforementioned swimsuit.
- Barb Wire... Lord only knows I could never think up anythin’ that bad. Really, it’s a masterpiece of crap. And somethin’ I just can’t seem to turn away from.
- This one time, at band camp... No wait, that was American Pie. But this one time on a hunt an implant saved my life, and I am just grateful to Pammy for makin’ ‘em popular again.
- Never lettin’ anyone tell her she’s ten shades of crazy. She’s always believed in herself, and I think that’s somethin’ to admire.

( Guess who can count? )


Dean Winchester
Supernatural
Words: 350

1. TEN things you can see from where you're sitting
1. Kitchen counter
2. Basket of fruit
3. Shelby's food dish
4. Stack of bills
5. To do list
6. Laundry basket
7. Coffee mug
8. Shelby's leash
9. Shelby's tennis ball
10. Shelby

(  2 - 5 )

Muse: Clark Kent
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 189
Comments: Here

The Master may not be able to return to his full being, but he can channel his nature through the Doctor. There isn’t any going back now. The first steps have been made and the path behind them is gone, lost amongst the stars.

Muse: The Master
Fandom: Doctor Who
Words: 1,862

Note: Contains spoilers for Water of Mars

26.9.6- Walking at night

She always ends up walking alone in the end- she sees it in her mind; some facts can be changed perhaps just a little- some facts can be shifted into something better… But some things are definite; certain and cold in the hard eyes of the universe- some things cannot be changed; call it destiny or whatever- facts are still facts.

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The chains of habit are generally too small to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.
-Samuel Johnson

Muse: Kayashima Taiki
Fandom: Hana Kimi
Words: 891

Saturday

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm contemplating not seeing Elaine for two weekends in a row and having a teenage girl living with me for a week, I'm not so sure. Kelly and I get on well enough, but I don't know anything about teenage girls and I've never had to be responsible for one of them before. The only consolation is that Elaine's just as nervous as I am. She called me when she got back from dropping Kelly off at the airport and asked me to ring her the moment I got back from picking Kelly up. I don't know how she's going to cope when Kelly goes off travelling. I said something to that effect and all of a sudden she was terribly busy. It's quite endearing really and I know she'll be in a better mood this afternoon.


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Thanksgiving. It's complex. Peter backs away slowly from the intensity of Bobby and Kitty's eyes when the topic is discussed. Happily, John shares in his confusion-- it's just a meal, he bitches.

Muse: Piotr Rasputin
Fandom: X Men
Word Count: 608

ooc: jkhellion used with permission and love. Set Thursday night. I just suck at writing!

When Sally spots Julian she thinks that something awful must have happened on the mission. He doesn't look like himself; disheveled and more stubble on his face than she's ever seen him allow. He looks absolutely ragged and the sigh of relief that he gives when he sees her has every nerve ending on alert. Something is very wrong.

"What--"

She doesn't get a chance to ask her question before he's tugging her out of the kitchen and away from the crowds and prying eyes. Each step they take increases her nervousness until she's afraid it will boil over and jump out of her skin.

((But I'm not strong enough to cry Despite all of my disguise))

Muse | Sally Blevins
Fandom | X-Men
Word Count | 500+

26.2.4. Beggars can't be choosers

Co-written with asinthecity | Backdated 28th October 2009

Elliot didn't know much about Princeton, but driving into the town, it seemed nice enough. Maybe a bit on the posh side, with every second person looking like they were a student or a doctor. Or maybe student doctors. He wasn't here for the scenery, though. He had an address written messily on the inside of his forearm and at some point during the drive from New York, he got overenthusiastic singing along to a rock marathon on the radio and headbanging when he stopped at traffic lights. His arm got all sweaty and the ink had run. He couldn't tell whether it was a six or an eight. Sixty eight or eighty six or maybe eighty eight or sixty six. Didn't matter, though. He could be sweet when he needed to be and had a tendency of being able to charm himself out of any situation.

( Well, most situations... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Muse | Elliot Osborne & Tab Browne
Fandom | Original Characters
Word Count | 6,888

The lighting inside of a salon was always over-bright and, in Baileigh’s opinion, intentionally unflattering. The reflection looking back at her looked tired and somewhat jaundiced with smudges of grey underneath each eye. She hadn’t bothered with makeup this morning, choosing an extra hour’s sleep over time spent on her appearance. She wondered for the hundredth time how her grandmother had managed to make time to get her hair done and always looked polished and together. She suspected it probably came down to experience.

Some of her earliest memories of her grandmother were of her patiently combing through the tangles in her unruly curls and neatly plaiting it into a tidy braid. And of course, no matter how tightly she’d twisted the locks together, they’d be an unruly mess again by the end of the day, but she’d never once lost patience, ever insisted they cut her hair to a convenient, manageable length.

As she’d grown up, Baileigh had figured out through trial and error how to manage it herself; the thickness, the curls, the coarse texture. She’d babied it, conditioned it, trimmed it, combed through it twisted lock by twisted lock with painstaking care. She’d started to twist it back when she went out to slay at night when, after Spike’s repeated warnings that it was a possibility, a vampire had fisted a hand in the strands and left her rather helpless to break his hold. She’d cursed it more often than she decided she loved it.

People ‘ooo’ed and ‘aaah’ed over it and lamented how much they wished they had hair like hers, to which she’d always replied they’d think twice if they had to deal with it. It was her most eye-catching, attractive, unique attribute. Everyone she’d ever been intimate with loved to toy with it, play with it. When people looked at her, they looked at her hair first, the rest of her second.

She surprised even herself when the first words she said to the stylist were “cut it off.”

There was a lot of protesting that bordered on downright refusal, but Baileigh stuck with her decision. No, she wouldn’t cut it off a few inches at a time. She’d change her mind. She didn’t want an out. She wanted to look in the mirror and see her face.

She needed a change.

Finally, after she refused to back down, the thick mass of curls was gathered at the back of her neck, secured with an elastic and sawed through with the blades of the scissors. What was left was trimmed neatly until nothing but a couple of inches and a wisp of baby bangs was left. When she stood up, she felt as though she’d never find her balance again. So much weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, her neck, that she tottered unsteadily and grabbed the arm of the hydraulic salon chair for support before turning to face the mirror. Her eyes seemed huge, all of the sudden, luminous and wide. Her ears didn’t stick out like she’d feared. Possibly they only ever had because they’d always had so much hair shoved behind them.

She would need a week or two before she could decide if she liked it. Regardless, it was just hair. One of the few things in life that was pretty much guaranteed to eventually come back.

With just hand signals, Derek sent Hotch and Emily to the front of the house and he and Rossi to the back. Firearms were drawn on all fronts. And the team instantly became silent predators along with the local SWAT team. Their prey: a gang of men who had been predator to numerous innocent women for months now. To psycho-analyze this gang of rapists had been intense from the moment they had realized that their Unsub was more than one person. Trying to understand how a group of young adult men came together and decided as a collective that it would be okay to kidnap, torture and rape was easier said than done.

Noticing an open window at the opposite end of the back yard from where they stood, he signaled to Rossi to cover the other possible out and his colleague hurried across the yard with two members of the SWAT team. Derek instructed two more SWAT members to follow him as he went to the back door. Pressing the button on the comm unit at his shoulder, he whispered to the team at the front of the house. “We’re in place. On my go. Three… two… o-“

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Muse: Derek Morgan
Fandom: Criminal Minds

(Who's The Girl)

Lt. Connie Murphy
The Dresden Files
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