Meming again...
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So, flist, if you also need a way to pass the day, give me fic/art prompts! Rules are
1) They must have anAvengers X-Men character (or two, or ten).
1.a) But feel free to include any other character from any other fandom you think I may be familiar with.
2) A line, 5 words or more, from any book/magazine/comic/pamphlet/newspaper/etc within reach of your left hand.
3) Food least likely to double as a weapon.
xenokattz":So, flist, if you also need a way to pass the day, give me fic/art prompts! Rules are
1) They must have an
1.a) But feel free to include any other character from any other fandom you think I may be familiar with.
2) A line, 5 words or more, from any book/magazine/comic/pamphlet/newspaper/e
3) Food least likely to double as a weapon.
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Date: 2012-03-30 10:06 pm (UTC)1.a) Lois Lane
2) "Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win." (To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee)
3) honey
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Date: 2012-03-31 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-31 12:36 am (UTC)The Boys of Summers Have Gone
Date: 2012-04-01 08:00 pm (UTC)"My brother's dead," Scott would answer, voice full of pain. He still remembered the flames in the cockpit, his older brother Alex catching him by the shoulders and telling him to survive before sending him off with the only parachute. And Scott had. He couldn't see without killing someone; he couldn't control the ache behind his eyes without the Professor's help—and Hank's; but he was alive.
That sharp recoil. The man's sharp footsteps walking away.
Scott wasn't sure what to do, but he tried to imagine what Alex would do and act accordingly.
Scott.
Scott froze, though he had been sitting fairly still already. Professor?
A quiet reassurance. He is your brother.
Scott frowned. Memories of the acrid smell of smoke, the tightness of the parachute straps digging into his flesh...
Alex lived.
By the time, he's fifteen, he jokes with Alex that you just can't kill a Summers. Alex is a man now, not that half-grown adolescent Scott thought was manhood before he got his ruby glasses.
"What's the objective?" Alex asks, a tad impatiently. He's been teaching Scott strategy and leadership, in the hopes that he can leave the X-Men for other pastures. He wants Scott to take his place.
Scott goes over the outline of the whole scenario and looks up in dismay. "We'll be lucky to survive."
Alex shrugs, grins. "Can't kill a Summers."
But what about a Munroe, a Gray, a McCoy? Scott feels an ache in his chest with the responsibility and returns his attention to the outline. They're slaughtered before they step foot on the field.
Alex slaps his shoulder suddenly. "Hey."
Scott meets his gaze. He can't remember the color of Alex's eyes. Today, they're red.
"Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win."
Scott blinks. "That's a quote."
"So?" Alex grins. "I lost you, didn't I?"
Scott takes the hint and feals his fear harden into resolve. "We'll split the team."
Alex raises both eyebrows. It's not what he would do, but he's planning on splitting in a few months anyway. "I'll run opposition with the other team."
Scott gathers his troops against Alex's—and creams them.
By the time things go really south, he knows no other way to fight. There's no way he can safely knock out Magneto without killing the very girl they're trying to save.
No reason for us not to try to win.
"I have a shot."
Jean looks over at him, pained.
"I'm taking it."
Re: The Boys of Summers Have Gone
Date: 2012-04-02 05:51 pm (UTC)Re: The Boys of Summers Have Gone
Date: 2012-04-02 05:54 pm (UTC)Re: The Boys of Summers Have Gone
Date: 2012-04-02 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-30 11:04 pm (UTC)1) Kitty Pryde
2) "In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex." (Sherlock Holmes: A Scandal in Bohemia by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
3) Cupcake
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Date: 2012-04-02 05:51 pm (UTC)In Search of the Perfect Cupcake
Date: 2012-04-11 07:12 pm (UTC)Story Arc: The Domestics
St. John Allerdyce was certainly no cook, but even he knew the simple, innocent cupcake was a weapon of mass destruction (of digestion and appetites) in the hands of his petite, enthusiastic lady love. So when he saw Kitty girding herself with apron and high ponytail, he knew he could never in good conscience allow her to cook aforementioned cupcakes unsupervised.
Kitty wrinkled her nose in confusion when she heard his intention to join her. "But John. You don't cook."
Neither do you, he wanted to tell her, but it would be an unfortunate lie. Because, really. She shouldn't.
So he pocketed his lighter, donned an apron which read "Well done is half begun," and plucked the cupcake batter mix from his girlfriend's hands. He gestured toward the kitchen in what he hoped was a romantic fashion. "After you, madam."
Kitty giggled.
In his eyes, she eclipsed and predominated the whole of her sex. Rogue and Jubilee and all the other beautiful girls of mutant high didn't hold a candle to her. He grinned to himself. Cooking with her would be fun.
Half an hour later, he'd scratched that thought. Nearly blowing up the bowl she'd put the dough in to "rise," trying to catch a frazzled, flustered Kitty before she phased through—and thus, completely destroyed—yet anohter kitchen appliance, and putting out the literal fire that had broken out on the back of the stove while staying on high alert to cover up his failure from the more agile supervision that passed through and sniffed suspiciously on occasion (Logan sniffing was not supposed to be intimidating, and neither was Storm's raised eyebrow or Jean's knowing, smothered laugh, or Scott's furrowed eyebrows), was not fun.
Finally, he collapsed on a barstool, snagged a startled Kitty's wrist, and dragged her over onto his lap.
"Kitty."
Her voice was small and uncertain. "Yeah?" At least she hadn't started blaming him for the catastrophes.
"How about we buy some cupcakes?"
Kitty bit her lip. Her eyes got shiny.
John closed his eyes, knowing he wouldn't make it through this conversation if he saw her cry.
"It's supposed to be a birthday gift. For Rogue."
For Rogue who was going through a rough time, but was settling in and had become Kitty's very best friend. He groaned. Why did she inflict the worst kindnesses upon her friends?
"I guess we'll have to make it from scratch," he grumbled, then peeked out from under one eyelid.
Kitty lit up. "That's a wonderful idea!" She threw her arms around him in a startling hug, and he had to admit, she smelled perfect, felt perfect.
He thought to himself most sincerely, I am doomed.
By the end of another hour, St. John Allerdyce was thoroughly and completely sick of cupcakes. He had tasted and tweaked so many dreadful results of her concoctions, rescuing only a handful from total ruin by her enthusiastic and exotic tastes (if you could call citrus coconut crunch "exotic"). Finally, he sent a mental shout-out to whatever merciful telepath might be listening and then had to endure with a perfectly straight face Jean's merciless teasing while she walked him through turning Kitty's starting batter into something gloriously delicious.
Apparently, somebody in the house could cook.
"Wow, John," Kitty gushed, having tasted the lovelies. "You never told me you could cook."
He smiled and kissed the top of her hair. "Nothing to it."
Jean laughed in his head at that, but agreed to let him take credit in exchange for a weekend full of willing and uncomplaining help with various chores and tasks.
Then, he turned to the dirty, trashed, charred, and peeling kitchen. Yeah. Nothing to it.
Right.
Re: In Search of the Perfect Cupcake
Date: 2012-04-11 10:02 pm (UTC)Re: In Search of the Perfect Cupcake
Date: 2012-04-12 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-02 07:16 pm (UTC)2)"There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage" -Divergent by Veronica Roth
3)marshmallow
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Date: 2012-04-06 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-13 04:21 pm (UTC)but I can be patient, so no rush! ;)
It begins...
Date: 2012-04-16 05:56 pm (UTC)Going to try to put up a new chapter daily until it's done, but don't be surprised if I miss a day here and there.