Pipster Prompt-a-thon post-a-thon (3/?)
Hello and welcome to the latest edition of the reposts.
(Yes, I am well aware of the fact that we said each one of us would take one day. Since it technically is wednesday here and I´m not sure if I will come online later on, I´ll just get posting)
Prompt: "It´s tough to be a god"
requested by: runenklinge
filled by: ivybramble
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1662523#t1662523
And God said 'Let there be rats,' and there were rats. And God saw the rats and that he was no longer completely alone in a world devoid of familiarity and comfort and, for a time, it was good. And God gave names unto the rats: thus the brown one was called Rathaniel, the clever one was Giovanni, the one bearing a rune shaped mark on her shoulder was Rune and the Grey Queen was Hamelin. And the day of the naming was the first day.
And gradually the creatures native to the barren world came to God to know his will and whether they would be spared or destroyed and thus God spent the second to fifth days teaching the sacred concept of Free Will to his people. And he decided that the world should be green and sustainable so that the people might thrive and once this was so God saw that it was a drastic improvement and he sent the people from him, for he was weary and heartsick and desired to be alone save for the rats.
Once the people had gone, God fell into a deep melancholy for he had the power to do whatever he wished but his conscience was so great that he was forced question whether what he wished, deep in his heart above all other wishes, was selfish. And the day of the angsting was the sixth day.
On the seventh day, God decided he cared not whether what he wished deep in his heart of hearts was selfish, for he had saved all life and knew he would receive no reward for his pains unless he chose to act to claim that reward for himself. Thus God called forth his Boom Tube and transported himself to the plains of Hell where he called on Neron - He who deceives for his own Evil Purposes - to return to him that which had been taken before it's time. And Neron laughed in God's face, for he was arrogant in the belief of his own superiority, so God raised his flute and smote Neron down and laid waste to all of Hell until Neron was forced to concede that God's powers were greater than his own and rendered unto God that which he desired above all else.
And he that called himself Trickster was greatly pleased to see God, whom he called Hartley, for with Desaad's evil influence gone from his heart he discovered that he was not as homophobic as he has previously been made to believe. And Trickster saw that God was still unhappy, for the pressure of his new powers and responsibilities weighed heavily on his mind. So the Trickster composed a song filk in God's honour, which he titled 'It's Tough to be a God' (When God is all there is to be / It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why / Wonder, I am God and it'll do fine, it's beautiful / And I think it's what you're meant to be). And at first God stood as though turned to stone but gradually the corners of his mouth tilted upwards and God smiled. When he saw God smiling the Trickster was pleased and he declared in booming voice that echoed upwards to the Heavens 'And there was light!' This amused God so greatly that he began to laugh and, as the Trickster laughed with him, God felt the icy sadness that had lingered so long in his heart at last begin to fade. And it was good.
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Prompt: Good morning sweetheart
requested by: ivybramble
filled by: runenklinge
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1665339#t1665339
"Good morning sweetheart!"
"Go. Away. Trickster."
JJ pouted. "Gee, why so grumpy, you old grouch?" With a smile as radiant as the sun, he leaned over the Piper-pillar and looked sightly confused.
"It´s 9am on a sunday, James."
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"Aaaaaaand what´s that supposed to mean?"
Piper groaned. "Normal people like to sleep at that time."
"First, by all means, normal isn´t what I´d use to describe two somewhat ex-supervillains and second, it is a glorious day, the sun is shining and when I say you get up, you get up!"
Muffled groans were Piper´s reply as he proceeded to wrap himself in his blankets.
He should have known what was coming for him.
*splash*
Two minutes later Piper was completely drenched with cherry sirup, and him and his new rat army chased James through the house and all the way to the Flash museum where they were stopped by a very amused Impulse.
"Do you guys always run around in underwear that has the same pattern as your costumes?"
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Prompt: Marshmallow
requested by: runenklinge
filled by: ivybramble
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1666107#t1666107
It was a starry night in a secluded forest area several miles outside of Keystone City. "As much as it pains me to admit it this whole camping thing is actually sort of...pleasant. Maybe letting you pick the activity wasn't our biggest mistake since letting Beast Boy onto the team," Raven deadpanned.
"Well thanks Goth Girl. I believe that's my cue to say 'I told you so'." There was a pause. "I TOLD YOU SO!" Kid Flash resumed at lightening speed and tripled volume.
Simultaneously Beast Boy bellowed " Dude! I totally resemble that remark....I mean resent! I resent that!"
The Titans laughed. They had defeated the Brotherhood of Evil, expanded their ranks and consequently decided to take advantage in the lull in Criminal Activity in Jump City to get away and do a little quality team bonding. Kid Flash had invited himself along.
"I too am enjoying the Earth custom of 'the camping'. Shall we partake in the singing along now?" Starfire inquired.
"Might we offer a suggestion?" asked a bemused voice from the darkness beyond the glowing circle of the campfire.
"You really shouldn't have a campfire sing along without smores," added a second voice, considerably oilier than the first.
"Please, what are 'Smores'?" Starfire asked.
"Show yourselves!" Robin demanded as the other Titans dropped into their ass kicking poses.
"And to that I say...EAT MARSHMALLOWS AND DIE JUNIOR JUSTICE!!!" the oily voice shot back as the Titans found themselves being pelted with round after round of gooey partially melted jumbo marshmallows at speeds that rivaled Kid Flash's.
"This is so totally not cool!" Cyborg bit out as he attempted to remove a wad of marshmallow from his arm blaster.
"I do not like these 'smores'!" Starfire's eyes began to well up as she extracted several strings of the stuff from her hair.
" This is your city Kid Flash. Any ideas about who we're dealing with?" Robin broke in over his teammates complaints.
"I can make an educated guess," the speedster replied, "TRICKSTEEEEEER!!!"
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Prompt: If looks could kill
requested by: ivybramble
filled by: runenklinge
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1667387#t1667387
If looks could kill Trickster would be not only six feet under but also deceased, an ex-Trickster, pining for the fjords, pushing daisies and about every metaphor for dead mankind knew.
The day had started out pretty sweet for him...literally. Nothing better than crunchy cereal, cocoa, peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate bars for breakfast. Then visiting Gambi for a pleasant chat and advice on possible modifications to his costume.
Loading a water gun with Jell-O and firing at the Batman - unwise decison. But what was Big Bat doing in Central City anyway? It was clearly his fault and not Trickster´s ...right?
Man, even Flash threw pitiful looks in his direction.
Maybe all these stories about the shadow demon feeding on criminals´ blood were true...
Trickster managed to utter "Please don´t eat me" before a well-aimed batarang took him out.
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Prompt: Highschool all over again
requested by: runenklinge
filled by: ivybramble
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1668667#t1668667
He didn't regret it. He certainly didn't miss it, didn't miss them, either...didn't miss the themed jobs, the narrow escapes, the wretched puns, the banter or the bickering. Really he didn't...except a dozen or so times a day. Not when they were out righting wrongs, saving the planet or providing much needed aid to the less fortunate. Everything made sense then. But in the quiet moments afterwards. Sitting alone at a table in the Watchtower cafeteria and trying desperately, unsuccessfully to tune out the whispers. The questions. Is he? Isn't he? Anyone tried asking Flash? Reformed? Can they even do that, villains I mean? Course they can't only a matter of time. The rumours seemed to become more elaborate and ridiculous with each retelling. And really, if any of them had bothered to read his file, (he knew for a fact that some of them had) they should have been aware of the fact that he could hear them. The Rogues may have been one slightly abusive and extremely dysfunctional family, but the League was high school all over again. A fact which may have exerted just the teeniest bit of influence over his decision not to immediately mention that he knew how to counter the super-glue that had been inside the water balloons the next time they were tangling in Central City. Schadenfreude, after all was not strictly a villainous tendency, it was a human one
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(Yes, I am well aware of the fact that we said each one of us would take one day. Since it technically is wednesday here and I´m not sure if I will come online later on, I´ll just get posting)
Prompt: "It´s tough to be a god"
requested by: runenklinge
filled by: ivybramble
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1662523#t1662523
And God said 'Let there be rats,' and there were rats. And God saw the rats and that he was no longer completely alone in a world devoid of familiarity and comfort and, for a time, it was good. And God gave names unto the rats: thus the brown one was called Rathaniel, the clever one was Giovanni, the one bearing a rune shaped mark on her shoulder was Rune and the Grey Queen was Hamelin. And the day of the naming was the first day.
And gradually the creatures native to the barren world came to God to know his will and whether they would be spared or destroyed and thus God spent the second to fifth days teaching the sacred concept of Free Will to his people. And he decided that the world should be green and sustainable so that the people might thrive and once this was so God saw that it was a drastic improvement and he sent the people from him, for he was weary and heartsick and desired to be alone save for the rats.
Once the people had gone, God fell into a deep melancholy for he had the power to do whatever he wished but his conscience was so great that he was forced question whether what he wished, deep in his heart above all other wishes, was selfish. And the day of the angsting was the sixth day.
On the seventh day, God decided he cared not whether what he wished deep in his heart of hearts was selfish, for he had saved all life and knew he would receive no reward for his pains unless he chose to act to claim that reward for himself. Thus God called forth his Boom Tube and transported himself to the plains of Hell where he called on Neron - He who deceives for his own Evil Purposes - to return to him that which had been taken before it's time. And Neron laughed in God's face, for he was arrogant in the belief of his own superiority, so God raised his flute and smote Neron down and laid waste to all of Hell until Neron was forced to concede that God's powers were greater than his own and rendered unto God that which he desired above all else.
And he that called himself Trickster was greatly pleased to see God, whom he called Hartley, for with Desaad's evil influence gone from his heart he discovered that he was not as homophobic as he has previously been made to believe. And Trickster saw that God was still unhappy, for the pressure of his new powers and responsibilities weighed heavily on his mind. So the Trickster composed a song filk in God's honour, which he titled 'It's Tough to be a God' (When God is all there is to be / It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why / Wonder, I am God and it'll do fine, it's beautiful / And I think it's what you're meant to be). And at first God stood as though turned to stone but gradually the corners of his mouth tilted upwards and God smiled. When he saw God smiling the Trickster was pleased and he declared in booming voice that echoed upwards to the Heavens 'And there was light!' This amused God so greatly that he began to laugh and, as the Trickster laughed with him, God felt the icy sadness that had lingered so long in his heart at last begin to fade. And it was good.
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Prompt: Good morning sweetheart
requested by: ivybramble
filled by: runenklinge
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1665339#t1665339
"Good morning sweetheart!"
"Go. Away. Trickster."
JJ pouted. "Gee, why so grumpy, you old grouch?" With a smile as radiant as the sun, he leaned over the Piper-pillar and looked sightly confused.
"It´s 9am on a sunday, James."
...
"Aaaaaaand what´s that supposed to mean?"
Piper groaned. "Normal people like to sleep at that time."
"First, by all means, normal isn´t what I´d use to describe two somewhat ex-supervillains and second, it is a glorious day, the sun is shining and when I say you get up, you get up!"
Muffled groans were Piper´s reply as he proceeded to wrap himself in his blankets.
He should have known what was coming for him.
*splash*
Two minutes later Piper was completely drenched with cherry sirup, and him and his new rat army chased James through the house and all the way to the Flash museum where they were stopped by a very amused Impulse.
"Do you guys always run around in underwear that has the same pattern as your costumes?"
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Prompt: Marshmallow
requested by: runenklinge
filled by: ivybramble
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1666107#t1666107
It was a starry night in a secluded forest area several miles outside of Keystone City. "As much as it pains me to admit it this whole camping thing is actually sort of...pleasant. Maybe letting you pick the activity wasn't our biggest mistake since letting Beast Boy onto the team," Raven deadpanned.
"Well thanks Goth Girl. I believe that's my cue to say 'I told you so'." There was a pause. "I TOLD YOU SO!" Kid Flash resumed at lightening speed and tripled volume.
Simultaneously Beast Boy bellowed " Dude! I totally resemble that remark....I mean resent! I resent that!"
The Titans laughed. They had defeated the Brotherhood of Evil, expanded their ranks and consequently decided to take advantage in the lull in Criminal Activity in Jump City to get away and do a little quality team bonding. Kid Flash had invited himself along.
"I too am enjoying the Earth custom of 'the camping'. Shall we partake in the singing along now?" Starfire inquired.
"Might we offer a suggestion?" asked a bemused voice from the darkness beyond the glowing circle of the campfire.
"You really shouldn't have a campfire sing along without smores," added a second voice, considerably oilier than the first.
"Please, what are 'Smores'?" Starfire asked.
"Show yourselves!" Robin demanded as the other Titans dropped into their ass kicking poses.
"And to that I say...EAT MARSHMALLOWS AND DIE JUNIOR JUSTICE!!!" the oily voice shot back as the Titans found themselves being pelted with round after round of gooey partially melted jumbo marshmallows at speeds that rivaled Kid Flash's.
"This is so totally not cool!" Cyborg bit out as he attempted to remove a wad of marshmallow from his arm blaster.
"I do not like these 'smores'!" Starfire's eyes began to well up as she extracted several strings of the stuff from her hair.
" This is your city Kid Flash. Any ideas about who we're dealing with?" Robin broke in over his teammates complaints.
"I can make an educated guess," the speedster replied, "TRICKSTEEEEEER!!!"
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Prompt: If looks could kill
requested by: ivybramble
filled by: runenklinge
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1667387#t1667387
If looks could kill Trickster would be not only six feet under but also deceased, an ex-Trickster, pining for the fjords, pushing daisies and about every metaphor for dead mankind knew.
The day had started out pretty sweet for him...literally. Nothing better than crunchy cereal, cocoa, peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate bars for breakfast. Then visiting Gambi for a pleasant chat and advice on possible modifications to his costume.
Loading a water gun with Jell-O and firing at the Batman - unwise decison. But what was Big Bat doing in Central City anyway? It was clearly his fault and not Trickster´s ...right?
Man, even Flash threw pitiful looks in his direction.
Maybe all these stories about the shadow demon feeding on criminals´ blood were true...
Trickster managed to utter "Please don´t eat me" before a well-aimed batarang took him out.
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Prompt: Highschool all over again
requested by: runenklinge
filled by: ivybramble
original link: http://community.livejournal.com/piper_trickster/154939.html?thread=1668667#t1668667
He didn't regret it. He certainly didn't miss it, didn't miss them, either...didn't miss the themed jobs, the narrow escapes, the wretched puns, the banter or the bickering. Really he didn't...except a dozen or so times a day. Not when they were out righting wrongs, saving the planet or providing much needed aid to the less fortunate. Everything made sense then. But in the quiet moments afterwards. Sitting alone at a table in the Watchtower cafeteria and trying desperately, unsuccessfully to tune out the whispers. The questions. Is he? Isn't he? Anyone tried asking Flash? Reformed? Can they even do that, villains I mean? Course they can't only a matter of time. The rumours seemed to become more elaborate and ridiculous with each retelling. And really, if any of them had bothered to read his file, (he knew for a fact that some of them had) they should have been aware of the fact that he could hear them. The Rogues may have been one slightly abusive and extremely dysfunctional family, but the League was high school all over again. A fact which may have exerted just the teeniest bit of influence over his decision not to immediately mention that he knew how to counter the super-glue that had been inside the water balloons the next time they were tangling in Central City. Schadenfreude, after all was not strictly a villainous tendency, it was a human one
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