40.1 - ( Ozzy Osbourne - Mr. Tinkertrain )

40.2 - ( Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds )

40.3 - ( Pink - So What )

40.4 - ( 7th House - Gypsy Queen )

37.3 -- "Angel" By Aerosmith


Muse: Mary Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural
Words: 334

NOTE: Backdated to August 1st. Stephanie is effiecat and is used without permission but oh SO MUCH love. ;D

Ready, set, go
It's time to run
The sky is changing, we are one
Together we can make it while the world is crashing down
Don't you turn around

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“I’m freaking out. Make me not freak out.”

A calm smile touched Channing’s perfectly made up features, smooth and serene beneath the layers of stage makeup and formalwear, but as her hands lifted to fluff her curls, they were visibly trembling. “Stop freaking out.”

“How can I not freak out when Wade Robson is in the audience? Did I mention I think I saw one of the pros from Dancing With The Stars out there?!”

Laughing a little, she turned to Stephanie and moved behind her to help the younger girl finish with arranging her hair around her shoulders. “Effie, baby, it’s all right. This show will rise or fall on its own merit and the merit of the people who made it. For that reason alone, I’ll be content no matter how we do.”

“Then how come you’re shaking?”

( ..... )

Muse: Channing Vale
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 462

{tell me your hopes and dreams...}

Ready, set, go  //  It's time to run  //  The sky is changing, we are one  //  Together we can make it while the world is crashing down  //  Don't you turn around  //   Leave it all behind you now  //  The final wall is breaking down  //  We are what it's all about  //  Nothing can stop us now

"Stop it."  Claire cried angrily, wrenching away from the hands that held her.  Sylar was almost startled by the sudden movement and so he didn't fight to hold her in place as she collapsed to the floor in front of him.  Her breathing was ragged and low as she pressed her palms to the floor, her face shielded by a curtain of golden curls as she struggled to stay calm while catching her breath.

"Get up."  Sylar didn't bother to hide his irritation at her, making his tone a bit sharp as he reached down for her but she seemed to guess what he was going to do as she slapped at his hands to get them away from her.  He pulled back at the stinging contact, his eyes narrowing at her but he had to admit that he was pleased by her reaction.  "Claire, get up."

"Screw you."  She spat, turning her head enough to glare at him.  "I'm not your puppet or your toy to just toss around and control whenever you want."

( ..... )

WC: 1161
[Tenebrase Nostro!verse]

39.1 - ( Taylor Swift - You Belong with Me )

39.2 - ( Starship - We Built this City )

39.3 - ( Merril Bainbridge - Under the Water )

39.4 - ( Tokio Hotel - Ready, Set, Go! )

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One wouldn't think the sounds of the city could be soothing at night but they were to Krissie as she lay curled up next to Dy.  She could hear sirens in the distance but she never really worried about them.  They weren't coming for her, as far as she knew, and she knew her family was safe at the moment.  That was all that really concerned her at times.  People really didn't worry about her and so she didn't worry about them, not if they weren't a part of the family that was her own.

Beyond the makeshift haven, the world was noisy but she was content. 

( ...but you're pretty messed up too )

Unafraid, unashamed
There is joy to be claimed in this world

You even might wind up
Being glad to be you

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He was almost ashamed to admit that he knew it when she fucked him.

True to her word, right on the kitchen table with a tray of cupcakes in the oven, she squirmed just a little when he slid his hand beneath her shirt to squeeze her breast, winced just a tiny bit. The soft flesh felt different, too, tighter and fuller in his fingers...

She could have been close to her cycle, and yet...he was sure she wasn’t. Her mood wasn’t right, and she just felt different under his hands.

The thought was enough to make him still as he got ready to hand over the blood sample at the hospital...enough to make him grab the chart and add a test before handing it over to his lab tech, a Watcher In Training he trusted.

Gonna laugh my ass off when it comes back negative. Hell, Claire will, too.

That was yesterday...today was today. There was nothing unusual about it except for Claire’s chart. One word had changed everything.

Positive.

Yesterday was doubt and suspicion...today was the realization of an uncertain future that would either destroy everything or start the course of a life he could have only imagined.

Today was today...and Cain’s girl, his wife of less than a month, was pregnant.

Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: BtVS (OC)
Words: 222

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38.1 - ( Demi Lovato - Here We Go Again )

38.2 - ( AFI - Love Like Winter )

38.3 - ( Green Day - Restless Heart Syndrome )

38.4 - ( Kelly Clarkson - My Life Would Suck Without You )

37.1 - ( Bon Jovi - Bed of Roses )

37.2 - ( Carrie Underwood - Ever After )

37.3 - ( Aerosmith - Angel )

37.4 - ( Guns n Roses - November Rain )

Time, is going by, so much faster than I  //  And I'm starting to regret not spending all of here with you  //  Now I'm, wondering why, I've kept this bottled inside  //  So I'm starting to regret not selling all of it to you  //  So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know  //  Never gonna be alone  //  From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go  //  I won't you fall  //  Never gonna be alone  //  I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone

"Claire." 

"Go away."  Claire continued to mutter but it was lost in the pillow as she turned her head, trying to get away from the poking fingers but they were insistent.  They crawled up her back to find a curl and the sharp tug had her gasping as it actually caused her head to move just a bit.  It didn't hurt but that wasn't the point as she twisted enough to lay a hard slap on the arm of the man annoying her.

"Ow!  What the hell was that for?"  Sylar growled a bit, his arm stinging as he once again resented the fact that she couldn't feel pain like he could.

( ..... )

[heroslayer  is used with love and permission]

36.1 - ( Greenday - Basketcase )

36.2 - ( Metallica - The Unforgiven III )

36.3 - ( Billy Idol - Rat Race )

36.4 - ( Heart - These Dreams )

Prompts will now be done Wednesdays, just easier for me.

My life has been a nightmare
My soul is fractured to the bone
And if I must be lonely, I think I'd rather be alone
I think I'd rather be alone

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His hand shook as he turned the deadbolt. The door was cool and rough against his forehead. He didn’t turn his head one way or the other for fear of seeing his mother’s face overlaid over his own reflection in the window. His bones ached and his stomach was in knots…his last fix had been four hours and ten minutes ago.

I’ll die before I let you in. I’ll fucking die before I turn into you, ya fucking self-absorbed no good cunt. I hope the dead got ears, because I want you to fucking hear me, Mom. If there’s a Hell, I hope yer rottin’ in it.

He backed away from the door slowly, kept moving back with difficulty until the edge of the bed hit his knees and he sank down to sit, elbows on his knees and head in his hands.

He was cold…it was starting.

Turning, Cain slowly dragged the sheets off the bed and began wrapping himself up to ward off the chill. Soon he’d be in too much pain to make a break for it…nobody would come if he screamed. Nobody would care.

( He was alone. )

Muse: Cain Abrams
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (OC)
Words: 617

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35.1 - ( Air Supply - All Out of Love )

35.2 - ( Nickelback - Never Gonna Be Alone )

35.3 - ( No Doubt - Comforting Lie )

35.4 - ( 3OH!3 - Don't Trust Me )

Mod note: Sorry for lack of prompts. My pc had gotten a virus and died, and I had to save up and buy a new one. We will be back on track now. Thank you and enjoy the prompts. As always prompt suggestions welcomed and encouraged.

As He Came Into The Window // It Was The Sound Of A Crescendo // He Came Into Her Apartment // He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet // She Ran Underneath The Table // He Could See She Was Unable // So She Ran Into The Bedroom // She Was Struck Down, It Was Her Doom
– Michael Jackson – Smooth Criminal

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…” Sylar said as he slowly made his way through the house, humming the tune of the song from The Wizard of Oz under his breath. He’d watched the movie the night before with his daughter and his wife, and that stupid song had gotten stuck in his mind. He’d been humming it all day long, but he had to admit, it was quite fitting in this situation, and that brought a slight smirk to his face.

( I know you're here... )

Muse: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1013

Don't you think I know  //  Exactly where I stand  //  This world is forcing me  //  To hold your hand  //  'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me  //  Don't let me out of your sight  //  I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite  //  So don't let me have any rights  //  Oh... I've had it up to here!  //  The moment that I step outside  //  So many reasons  //  For me to run and hide  //  I can't do the little things  //  I hold so dear  //  'Cause it's all those little things  //  That I fear  //  'Cause I'm just a girl  //  I'd rather not be  //  'Cause they won't let me drive  //  Late at night  //  I'm just a girl  //  Guess I'm some kind of freak

Claire knew that she was irritating the hell out of him; she could see it from the look in his eyes and the tension in his shoulders.  Even the way that he gripped the steering wheel told her that he was close to snapping but he was holding himself back.  She still didn't know how he did it all the time, just traveled all over the place and never seemed to stop.  She was tired of passenger seat, and the backseat, and the driver seat...in truth, she was sick of the whole damn car.  It wasn't comfortable to her anymore. 

In fact, she was pretty much to the point of refusing to get back into it.

( ...... )


Claire Bennet
Heroes: AU
[Dangerous Game!verse]
WC: 1461
[Sylar is heroslayer and is used with lots of love. <3]

34.1 ( Repo: 21st Century Cure )

34.2 ( No Doubt: I'm Just a Girl )

34.3 ( Greenday: Know Your Enemy )

Those who are waiting on tags, will receive them over the next few days, I'll just tag your post and then you can look for your tag the next time you do a prompt :)

Sorry for the lateness.


33.1 ( Oasis - Champagne Supernova )


33.2 ( Taylor Swift - You're not Sorry )

33.3 ( Three Days Grace - Riot )

All around me are familiar faces  //  Worn out places, worn out faces  //  Bright and early for their daily races  //  Going nowhere, going nowhere  //  And their tears are filling up their glasses  //  No expression, no expression  //  Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow  //  No tomorrow, no tomorrow  //  And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad  //  The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

Claire is just a ghost in this day and age.

It's not like there isn't family left for her to turn to.  There are people who she still has ties to but they're just thin wires that barely keep her into place.  She's done everything that she can to break those ties, she doesn't know how they're still hanging on and she's not sure that she wants them to.  It doesn't matter that she shares blood with them because it's toxic to her, she's sure that it's ruined her in the long run.  Knowing the truth only broke her a little further.

( ...... )


Claire Bennet
Heroes: AU [Survivor!verse]
WC: 806
[Warning: character death]