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gorysortofstory2012-06-19 07:46 am
desertions) wrote in gorysortofstory2012-06-19 07:46 am
Writing Prompt Table.
Basically? My writing muse has been kicking my ass lately, so I want to copy a few other people and steal a prompt table from 100_situations on LJ and offer it up for claims. Feel free to claim as many as you like, and I'll try to get to them eventually. Just give me a pairing (canon, crossover or a game pairing or whatever) and a game or verse (or leave it open, also an option) and I'll try to eventually get to them. It doesn't have to be a romantic ship either, just any group of characters will work.
| 001. | Finger | 002. | Bad | 003. | Intelligence | 004. | Announce | 005. | Day |
| 006. | Murder | 007. | Sad | 008. | Plan | 009. | Ill | 010. | Secret |
| 011. | Behind | 012. | Want | 013. | Stranded | 014. | Wealthy | 015. | Marriage |
| 016. | Affected | 017. | Long Hours | 018. | Worthy | 019. | Sinful | 020. | Obvious |
| 021. | Caught | 022. | Splatter | 023. | Flight | 024. | Slip | 025. | Escape |
| 026. | Honor | 027. | Ashamed | 028. | Attentive | 029. | Motivated | 030. | Grovel |
| 031. | Swear | 032. | Shoot | 033. | Switch | 034. | Promise | 035. | Crawl |
| 036. | Hell | 037. | Grin | 038. | Hug | 039. | Burn | 040. | Kiss |
| 041. | Mute | 042. | Suffocate | 043. | Punch | 044. | Exile | 045. | Plead |
| 046. | Strong | 047. | Defenseless | 048. | Discover | 049. | Action | 050. | Sport |
| 051. | Memorable | 052. | Die | 053. | Missing | 054. | Luck | 055. | Rescue |
| 056. | Abort | 057. | Possessed | 058. | Graveyard | 059. | Trail | 060. | Walk |
| 061. | Plunge | 062. | Jump | 063. | Self-conscious | 064. | Suspicious | 065. | Mistake |
| 066. | Complicated | 067. | Black Out | 068. | Reveal | 069. | Grotesque | 070. | Swim |
| 071. | Resign | 072. | Nonsense | 073. | Declare | 074. | Corrupt | 075. | Wrong |
| 076. | Right | 077. | Administer | 078. | Embrace | 079. | Argue | 080. | Lose |
| 081. | Monster | 082. | Hit | 083. | Build | 084. | Destroy | 085. | Breathe |
| 086. | Assist | 087. | Stab | 088. | Bite | 089. | Hunger | 090. | Passage |
| 091. | Drama | 092. | Haunted | 093. | Crisis | 094. | Dirty | 095. | Emotional |
| 096. | Writer‘s Choice. | 097. | Writer‘s Choice. | 098. | Writer‘s Choice. | 099. | Writer‘s Choice. | 100. | Writer‘s Choice. |
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028. Attentive - Stefan/Cordelia
026. Honor - Neal/Rebekah
034. Promise - Alec/Jessica
I Want You To Notice When I'm Not Around -- Stefan/Cordelia - 975 words
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When Cordelia comes back from the realm of the Higher Beings, she's different.
It's not just the amnesia, though that certainly throws Stefan off. He wonders what did it, if it was a medical after effect of changing realms, or something done to her. He's had memories forced from his head before, he can't help but think that something similar happened.
He doesn't want to leave her like that, but Damon calls him away. He's needed in Mystic Falls.
"I'll be back soon," He promises her, hugging her. He doesn't want to upset her in this state, so it's all that he allows himself.
"Okay," She whispers. She sounds alien. Cold. But he supposes it's because she doesn't remember who he is.
At least that's what he tells himself.
-
Next time he visits LA, she has her memories back. He's happy, ecstatic even, to see that she's okay. Or so he thinks. But when he draws her close, when he kisses her, she freezes up in his arms.
"I can't do this anymore, Stefan," She whispers.
"Why?" Because he doesn't understand. Something's not adding up. Something doesn't make sense here, and he can't quite figure out what.
"I don't love you anymore." Her words are sharp. And while Cordelia's always been honest in all the time he's known her, she's never been deliberately cruel like this. It feels like she stabbed him in the gut.
"I don't believe you." He challenges her, placing his hands on her cheeks, lifting her face up so their eyes would meet one another's. He's hoping to find answers in those depths. He doesn't.
"When I was in the Higher Realm, they showed me what you were like. What you used to do. Do you really think I could love a Ripper like you?"
He'd learn later on she gave a similar speech to Angel about his time as Angelus. That she was playing everyone. But in this moment, he doesn't know that. He doesn't know anything yet, except that the Cordelia he used to know would have never said anything about that.
He leaves.
-
When he hears about the rain of fire in Los Angeles, he finds himself making his way back to the hotel despite his better judgment. Though Cordelia made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him, he can't just let her die either. He's incapable of just completely turning his back on those he cares about.
When he finds her, she's even stranger than the last time he saw her. She's standing too close to Connor, and if he inhales, he can smell the young boy all over her. The young boy who was once like a son to her (she had described him as such to Stefan on more than one occasion).
He sticks around for a few weeks, trying to help them against the Beast the best he can. But mostly, he's trying to look for signs. For clues. Something to confirm his suspicions that this isn't Cordelia. He's paying attention to any details he can pick up.
And then he hears it. Her basically goading Angel into letting them remove his soul. It's careful, manipulative. It almost like something Katherine would say.
It's not Cordelia.
-
It'd be too far to call in Bonnie, he realizes. But he remembers a witch Cordelia used to mention who lived in Sunnydale, Willow. It turns out, him calling her into town is useful on a few levels. She's able to return Angel's soul once it goes "missing". But she's also able to inspect Cordelia.
Not that Cordelia's exactly willing. She's trying to squirm, trying to run, but when Willow puts her mind to it, she's not something easily reckoned with. She manages to knock Cordelia out, giving her time to scour the seer's soul.
Stefan waits for an answer, and when he gets it, it's what he's suspected for a while.
"Cordelia's out of the driver seat. It isn't her."
-
The next few days are a blur. He talks to Willow. He calls Bonnie. He watches as Cordelia's body swells up in pregnancy from the being she's been possessed by for months. There has to be a way to stop it. He's not going to give up on her.
Bonnie's the one who finds an answer. There's a section on possession in her Grimmoire. But it's not a spell Willow can do alone. She needs help.
Needless to say, Stefan wires the money to fly Bonnie in as quickly as possible.
-
It's takes four tries and five days before they manage it. They expel Jasmine, and Cordelia's body goes back to normal.
Cordelia herself? Not so much. She's quieter. She can't look anyone in the eye anymore. She cries at night. Stefan notices. He's gotten so used to watching her carefully, he can't stop now.
People try to reassure her it's not her fault. She smiles, and says she knows, but it doesn't reach her face.
-
Stefan stays at the hotel for the time being. Bonnie's gone back home, but he can't just yet.
One night, Cordelia crawls into bed with him, and surprises him as she presses her lips against his.
"What's that for?"
Her voice is shaking as she speaks. "For noticing." There's a pause, and then she adds. "I can't stay here, Stefan. I can't -- not after that thing -- what it did --"
He nods, gathering her close. "Come with me then. You don't have to be alone anymore."
And she does. Go with him, that is. Starts anew. Tries to forget everything. Well, not everything. She'll never forget how Stefan saw what no one else did, the way he paid such close attention to what was going on with her. Caught it before it completely consumed her.
No, that she'll never forget.
Re: I Want You To Notice When I'm Not Around -- Stefan/Cordelia - 975 words
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Re: I Want You To Notice When I'm Not Around -- Stefan/Cordelia - 975 words
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039. Burn
088. Bite
Not putting these to specific prompts, but pairings for them: Tyler/Bonnie, Stefan/Cordelia and...Stefan/Bonnie/Rebekah? I mean, if you can swing that last one. If not, choose either Rebekah pairing and I'll be cool. Pairings need not be romantic/sexual.
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065. Mistake - Angel/Cordelia (BW-verse).
079. Corrupt - Aedan/Leliana.
084. Destroy - Alaric/Jessica.
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59. Trail || Nathan & Lilah CS
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Matt/Rebekah || 068. Reveal
Elena/Rebekah || 092. Haunted
Tyler/Matt || 086. Assist
Rebekah/Klaus || 031. Swear
Obviously, you don't have to do them all. :D Some are obviously shippy in nature but the others aren't! Take free reign with what you'd like. :3
This Loss Isn't Good Enough For Sorrow Or Inspiration- Matt/Rebekah 620 words
He approached her, wondering if it was some sort of scheme. He hated thinking like that, but he knew it would be foolish to forget what she is (but he found himself doing that all the time anyways). "Why are you here?"
"I was paying respects," She said in a quiet voice. She had seen more people die in her time than live, it's the unavoidable truth of being a vampire, and yet, she still knew the sting of loss. It never lessened over the years. She had been around Matt's age when Henrik died (the catalyst to everything else) and then her mother (not by at the hands of her father, but her brother. the same brother she had pledged herself to for a thousand years). And then, she found herself speaking again.
"I lost a younger sibling myself, back before my parents turned us."
It surprised Matt, hearing that. It was too easy to forget she had to have had a life before this, before she was like this. She had lived more lives than he could ever imagine. But he tried to push it away, that pang he already felt whenever he thought of Vicki.
"That so?" He tried to sound casual. He doubted he succeeded.
She nodded. There was something about Matt, something so normal, it made her compelled to show an amount of honest that one would usually have to try hard to get out of her.
"Niklaus took Henrik out late at night, to see the wolves." She didn't have to expand for him to know what she meant. Werewolves. "He did not survive. He was just a child."
"I'm sorry." His words came out more choked than he would have liked. More strained than he had planned on. But he knows that weight of loss. No one that young should experience that kind of loss. And it struck him in that moment that she, just like him and all his friends, had been thrown into all this unfairly.
"Me too. " She paused, looking down at the grave once more. "Do you wish to tell me about her?"
And he can't. His throat constricted as soon as he tried. It was still too hard, too recent. The loss too acute. It had only been a couple of months ago that he had been trying to kill himself just for a chance to see Vicki again.
"No."
She peered at him for a moment. "Would you prefer I leave you alone? I didn't mean to intrude." And she hadn't. But there was no grave for Henrik anymore, it was lost to time and progression. So she had chosen his sister's place instead.
He nodded and in another moment she was gone. There was both a sense of relief and disappointment at that. He knew it was better she left. The last thing he can do is trust her, but more and more, he's seeing that she was just a girl, really. She had lost like all of them had. And in a thousand years, she still felt the sorrow of loss. That had to mean something.
He glanced down at his sister's grave now, gulping.
What it meant, he couldn't figure out though.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH for this it made me smile so hard, you're awesome. :D
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I'm so glad you liked it ;; and them. I enjoyed what little of a spark we saw of them in canon but rping them with you has made me absolutely love and adore them so I'm glad I was able to capture that for you ;;
I Know You Feel Like The Walls Are Closing In On You - Tyler and Matt - 500 Words
A few days ago the place had been filled with mourners, just like it had been when his dad died. People kept telling him how sorry they were for his loss. How tragic it was for her to accidently drown. But Tyler knows the truth. It was no accident. It was punishment.
He’s locked up his mom’s room. He can’t go in there. It’s too personal. Too soon. People from the historical societies of Mystic Falls keep calling him and asking him what he wants to do with her stuff, all the antiques his mother had collected for the history of the town and eventually he just shuts his phone off. He doesn’t have any answers.
So instead he’s sitting in his father’s study, nursing a bottle of bourbon all by himself. Caroline will probably come by later to check on him, but he’s not really sure he can take it. He doesn’t know what to say to her questions. He’s not okay. He’s not sure he’ll ever be okay because he didn’t just lose his mom but he lost his pack too. And he’s lost Mason, and Jules and his father (as fucked up as his dad was, he was still his dad) and he’s just so tired of losing.
He wishes the whole switch thing for emotions was real. That he could just turn it off. The pain. The anger. That feeling like no matter how hard he tries, he’s always going to let people down.
He doesn’t hear the door open, or doesn’t notice it anyways. Doesn’t really notice anything until suddenly he registers the heavy wait of an arm around his shoulders. He looks up. It’s Matt.
‘Caroline send you to check on me?” Tyler asks. He and Matt never get a chance to see each other much anymore. Lives get busy. It happens. He’s heard Matt’s been helping Jeremy. Good. Somebody should be.
“What?” Matt shakes his head. “No, man. I just thought you might need some company. I know after Vik died – well, it sucked being alone, you know?”
Tyler nods a little numbly. It does suck. He knows. He can feel it everywhere around him, how alone he is, how big and empty this house suddenly is. He fills another glass with alcohol. “You’re going to need to help me with this then.”
Matt hesitates for a second, as if wondering if this was really the best course of action but then he smirks faintly, nodding. “I think I can manage that.”
If nothing else he can at least help Tyler feel not so alone for a bit.
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i love them so much. and this so much. thank you for writing it. 8(
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I'm glad you liked it 8( I love them too.
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