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fanficocean · 4 years

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Starting off with a Challenge

Hey Everyone! As a way to kick off the new group we have decided to host a Challenge! We’re going to have a few different types of prompts and hopefully one or two will stick out for you. We are currently working on getting more members so being a member isn't a requirement but we would love it if you come and check us out and if you like what you see feel free to join us (rules on how can be found on the page). If you wanna take part just send in an ask with the prompts of your choice and back up prompts in case the first one is gone. Two prompts per person. You can choose any ship, pairing, oc, reader, no pairing at all, crossovers it doesn't matter we accept it ^_^

Please remember to tag @fanficocean when its done so we can see it! Also use #fanficoceanchallenge. Sign up begins today 9.2.2020 (September, 2nd 2020) and ends on 12.2.2020 (December, 2nd 2020)

The fandoms we use in the Ocean are: American Horror Story, BBC Sherlock, Black Butler, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Charmed (old), Chronicles of Narnia, Cobra Kai, Criminal Minds, Dark Angel, DC, Doctor Who, Death Note, Farscape, Firefly, General Hospital, Gotham, Hercules, iZombie, John Wick, Kamisama Kiss, Law & Order SVU, Lucifer, The Mandalorian, Marvel,The Mentalist, NCIS, New Girl, Once Upon A Time, One Tree Hill, The Originals, Other Disney, Ouran Highschool Host Club, Peaky Blinders, Psych, Real Person (you can write for real people as well as fandoms (EXCEPT SPN) that actors are in, we have a few already on the tag list), Riverdale, Shameless, Sons Of Anarchy, The Sopranos, Stranger Things, The Vampire Diaries, Vampire Knight, The Walking Dead, The Witcher, Xena, Z-Nation

“I never knew it would be this difficult.” taken by @mariekoukie6661

“Don’t you just love cats?” “dammit _ get that damn thing away from me”

“Don’t go that way!”

“Do you see that? You touch it you die.”

“That’s the wrong way! Hey! Hey! Fine get yourself killed I don’t care!”

“I swear if you don’t walk away I will shoot you in the leg.”

“Can I keep him? I promise to feed him.” “You can’t keep a human as if he was a dog.” taken by @emilyshurley

“You’re beautiful and I love you but if you don’t believe me then just leave already.”

“Fine, I love you but no matter how many times I say it I will never… NEVER be able to act on it.”

“Have you considered murder?” taken by @scarletwinchester84

“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.” taken by @deanmonandnegansbitch

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“Please, don’t say you love me” taken by @scarletwinchester84

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

“Why is the coffee always gone?” taken by @rose-demica

“Stop messing with your IV”

“I think my nurse is trying to kill me.”

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!” taken by @impala-1979

“I don’t want to be alone, sleep at my place tonight?”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you’re not okay” taken by @impala-1979

“How long have I got?”

“Hang on. Where’s the baby?” taken by @rose-demica

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”

“Well, this is new.” taken by @myinconnely1

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“This is going to be way harder than we thought.” taken by @myinconnelly1

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay … it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back.” taken by @winchesterswoonathon

“You have to tell her. It wouldn’t be right not to.”

“That’s it! I’m killing them all.” “Wait, but what about the plan?” “Forget the plan! These idiots keep getting on my nerves. They have no one to blame but themselves.” taken by @evilskank-inthemegacoven

“For what it’s worth, I don’t know much about you either.”

“Hey… what’s wrong with your face?”

“Ah yes, come in. Close the door behind you.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

“I know this may be hard to believe, but I’m on your side.”

“Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

“Of course we’re best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans.”

“You found it on the beach? You know, when most people take a walk on the beach, they pick up seashells.”

“Even if I could stop it, I wouldn’t.” taken by @evilskank-inthemegacoven

“Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?” taken by @kadet-jb

“I thought we were friends!” taken by @princessmisery666

“She’s evil, but she does have a point there.”

“Does he hit you?”

“You were in a crash. Can you tell me your name?”

“We’ll need to take a blood sample to be sure.”

“I thought you were supposed to call me.”

“You should have seen it coming.”

“Knock knock.” “Who’s there?—OW! Why’d you punch me in the face?!” “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“Soooo, we’re supposed to do what? Tranq it first?” “No, we’ll just waltz right over and ask the angry tiger to take a chill pill. Of COURSE, we’ll tranq it first.” taken by @kadet-jb

“How did you manage to mess this up?! All you had to do was press ‘ON’.”

“You gonna eat all that yourself?” “No.” “Can I ha—“ “—No.”

“You loved me once. I can make you love me again.”

"I really do love you. I didn't lie about that, at least . . . "

“Let’s go to hell, then. Together.” taken by @manawhaat

“Shh, rest. You can’t save the world in this state.”

“Why are you helping me? I don’t trust you.”

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i-dont-know-the-word · 5 years

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What Might The Gothamites Think?

Hi everyone, i have just arrived at the Gotham party and even though most have left and the music is slowing down and all the snacks have been eaten, I will be here dancing my heart out on this bitch of a dance floor. and to celebrate this dwindling party i am going to do a gotham meta.

Gothamites, the people of gotham.

the city dwelling people and there reactions or rather lack there of to the complete bullshit that goes down in this place.

like Look at this shit out of context,

like Oswald, knocks the fucking door on the 3 biggest bosses in gotham who have been running the place for like years (one of whom for decades) pretty much over night,

then he

starts kills mayor candidates

gothamites elect Galavan as mayor

Oswald kills Galavan

Oswald goes to Arkham

Oswald gets freed from Arkham,

Oswald goes missing for months (with no explanation)

Jim Gordon get arrested for killing Galavan as well

Jim escapes blackgate

Some guy at the in the GCPD (ed) gets arrested for framing Jim Gordon

Galavan comes back in new spicy leather number, calling himself a holy god slayer, oh yeah and he can’t be killed by guns or any other traditional means now, so sure.

then Oswald kills Galavan (again)

then arkham was going to have a fucking nuclear blast but its ok Jim Gordon and some ex Wayne tech employee put water on it, Fox right ? (that is on a document some where)

but instead a bus full of overpowered nightmare mad science wet dream mistakes escape in a bus and are now in the city.

now lead by the not dead, once future queen of Gotham

then

Oswald gets a mob (with your fellow gotmites) to have a good old burn the witch hunt, Frankenstein monster style

then you hear that maybe he killed Fish Mooney in woods like a dog

then

Oswald runs for mayor,

that guy from the GCPD, what did he do again,oh yeah, he just killed a few cops a innocent women and framed Jim Gordon. who is in arkham gets released,

then the fav mayor candidate, Oswald Gets that guy who framed Jim Gordon to help him run his campaign .

they fucking win

then that guy, Ed Nygma is now his chef of stuff

Ok cool,

so two ex crazies are running the show

sure, there always in public together

whispering in each others ears

then the mayor’s ex right hand man, you know the one without a left hand, why does not have one? anyway he now runs the redhood gang (but like a new one not the old one that robbed banks and throw money to make their get way, no the new ones are kind of the mayors personal terrorist ) and is trying to kill the mayor in a public bar with a fucking custom red hood mask on, but gets shot by that highly trained assassin that is the best gun in the city, you know Victor the guy who acts like an alien and shit. yeah him. but butch strangles the chef of stuff and the mayor knocks him the fuck out with a champagne bottle like a party sized bitch, a god damn jeroboam bitch,

anyway then the mayor cradled the chef of stuff in his arms.

(you can’t fucking tell me that was not all over the front page, gossip columns would eat that shit up)

anyway, then one day the chef of stuff stops showing up and the mayor get a little weird then the mayor freaks out on live TV saying Fuck the people I’m out

Also some ass whole in an Alice and wonderland get up is making people jump off roofs and shit.

and some dude is wearing that clown boys face and then you chock on your mcnuggets when you realise that that clown boy is in fact alive and has smooched his face back on with fucking office supplies,

then the whole city is in black out and this is like the fourth looting you got this year so you end up cancelling your plans to try that new Mexican place because its going to be burned down by tomorrow,

so after all the god damn drama the mayor and the chef of staff are no where to be found

and when the sun rises and the lights come back on you go to work to clean the biggest mess you have ever fucking seen and Katy don’t show for her shift cause she got stabbed last night, Mike didn’t come in cause he join the clown cult and Bill says he is in the hospital but you know he is full of shit cause his fam got a place outside the city they run to when this shit happens, so your there alone.

and you hear over the radio that the mayor is missing, and the chef of staff is grieving and he sounds all sad and broken up about it,

then for the weeks that follow, Ed Ngyma is the public face of grief and is trying so hard to get the mayor to come back to him,

then like three days later he Kill’s like some of the only smart fuckers left in this town, gases the police and like did he break cause the mayor is gone, where they that close, did the chef of stuff have a mental relapse cause the mayor went missing,

anyway he tells riddles now and has named himself accordingly,

cool,

then he stabs helmet with a big as sword,

anyway next time you see him he has the new mayor, which is just the old mayor, but what ever, and the ex Chef of staff now turned riddler is yelling on the TV about a top secret board of rich people that run gotham, and you just missed the end of the last ep of the Sopranos like he cut it off mid sentence what a dick move, Right? .

anyway Jim Gordon gets him to go him or what ever,

so Jim gets the riddler then like 2 hours later Riddler is gone again, so great,

oh and the ex captain of the GCPD is now cutting off peoples heads in his own spicy leather outfit, so cool

and there’s this virus going round that is making people super strong and like insane so like that viper thing from a few years ago but like not as deadly to you anyway.

and you saw Jill pike her little cousin out a window and you have to get the fuck out of this shit whole.

but you can’t cause you have no money and you just payed rent and you will be damned if you have to move again so you and your neighbours camp on the roof till is over.

anyway after all that shit stopped

and shit is still bat-shit crazy guess who shows up but the ex mayor, wait did he get impeached or is he still mayor?, never mind we got a new mayor who came the fuck out of nowhere.

anyway Oswald is back to being ‘just’ a big dick gangster, and is just straight up murdering fools in the street with the virus.

and now you need to goo to him to get a license rob that book store to get you collage text books but hey its what ever.

months go by and Oswald reopens his club for the four time, and turns out Ed Nygma is the centre piece,

and Oswald tells a sad their sad love friendship story about how he wanted Oswald to ‘show him to the world’ and this is the riddle guy stab hamlet so yeah that tracks.

and then Ed is out of the ice and like 4 weeks later his doing Penguin show before death fights in the narrows,

like the break up hit him that hard huh.

Like, that was like 2 year to 3 years maximum what the fuck is even happening in this town. No wonder no one bats an eye at this shit anymore, like Gothamites are made of some strong shit man.

#gotham #ed nygma #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #riddler #the riddler #penguin #jim gordan #like what even is this place #that was like s2 to s4a #who lives here on proposes #like i get not leaving #gothamites have collective Stockholm syndrome #they can't live anywhere else its to quiet #not to mention that one guy in s4 with the hot dog #once and future queen is a kick ass name for fish mooney #and you can't conive me other wise #also all of gotham thinks ed and os are a boyfriends #100%#there is not way they don't #plus do you think os is like a folk legend right #i mean he came from no where to take the crown #killed an unkillable man (galavan)#and was able to scar monsters away #and cleaned the streets of sickness (viurs murder)#like dude #and is just a man #a tiny and anger man with a limp #he's like one of those humans in myths that can trick gods and get way with only minor punishment

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reading-through-the-night · 7 years

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If Music Be The Food Of Love

I’ve never written anything before, so be gentle with me! But I was thinking about Outlander and the little things that make up our lives everyday that Claire (or myself) would miss when she fell through the stones. For me, I think the thing I would miss most is music. :) I think this little moment takes place just before Jamie and Claire leave Lallybroch in Dragonfly in Amber to go visit Lord Lovat. Read, enjoy, give me some feedback!

@bonnie-wee-swordsman, @writtenthroughtime, @lenny9987, @gotham-ruaidh, @takemeawaytocamelot, @westerhos, @dingbatland would love if you would read! If you like it, reblog? :)

The bright lights blinded Claire to all but the first rows of onlooking audience members. She stood tall and took a deep, calming breath. The conductor raised his arms, and as one they began. She felt herself dissolve into the choir, as though they shared one mind for the space of the song. She could feel the deep, rumbling tones of the bass line, accompanied by the light, fluttering notes from the soprano section. And in the center of the intonations, she found the place where she belonged, where she fit perfectly.

The harmony line danced around the melody, jumping to meet it and then darting away. She knew this song well, had sung it a hundred times in rehearsal. While she sang, she lost herself in the rolling waves of music. She couldn’t tell where her voice ended and the rest of the choir began. As the song swelled into a crescendo around her, she felt whole. She could feel the song gently caress her, wrap it’s arms around her as though it were a physical being, holding her tight and safe.

She awoke with the strains of the song just outside of her conscious hearing. If she concentrated she could almost feel the perfect locking in of the last chord. A chord that was not only pleasing to the ear, but somehow made the heart feel whole. The dancing lines of melody and harmony, dipping and weaving together in a constant exchange. An expression of emotion so much stronger than mere words or actions. But now she couldn’t recall the flowing melody that flitted around the edges of her brain. She couldn’t share the simple song that was pulsing through her veins. The knowledge of that nearly crushed her. Left her lonelier for her own time than she had been in a long, long time.

Why hadn’t she paid attention more to the small details that comprised her life before? How could she have taken for granted the simplicity of written music? She could never reproduce the notes and chords of the compositions she longed to hear, that had not even been written yet. And even if she could somehow replicate those songs, how would she play them? She had no piano, no instrument other than her own singular voice. There was a good chance she would never again hear the perfection of a chord that holds your soul and then releases it just as quickly.

She closed her eyes and let the waves of bitter longing wash over her. She would allow herself this small moment of remembrance for her time before coming back to reality. Reaching over, she felt Jamie, warm and strong, lying beside her. She could live with the lost memories of music so long she had him beside her.

Claire’s touch on his arm woke Jamie. He looked over at his wife, a sleepy smile on his face. He reached over, caressing her face with his large, callous hands.

“What are ye thinkin’ about, mo nighean donn? Ye have that far off look in yer eyes. Where are ye?” Claire looked down, not wanting to meeting his eyes. She sat up in their bed, stretching the sleepiness from her limbs.

“It was just a dream, from before. It’s nothing important.” Sitting up with her, Jamie stroked her back. She leaned into his touch, wanting the comfort of something familiar and solid.

“Sassenach, every thought ye have is important to me.” He turned to hold her chin in his hands, forcing her eyes to look at him. “Please, tell me what’s causing that troublin’ look in yer eyes. Let me help ye.”

Claire looked deep into her husband’s slanted blue eyes. Telling him would not bring back the music she dreamt of. And even if it did, Jamie could not hear the music she wanted to share with him so much. He could understand the fact that there was music playing, but he couldn’t make sense of the sounds. The only music Jamie could hear at all was the rhythmic beating of a drum. But still, Jamie understood the words and meaning of the music, even if he could not make sense of the scales that were being played.

Jamie’s hand moved from her cheek down to hold her hand between his, comfort flowing from his touch. Her eyes followed the motion, looking at her hand in his.

“It’s silly really. Just a dream.” She paused, wondering if that was enough of an explanation. Jamie held her gaze, waiting for her to continue. Claire took a deep breath, going on.

“I was dreaming about music. I was on stage, singing with the choral group I was a part of, back in my time. We were performing a song we had sung a million times in rehearsal, a song that I loved. The dream was so real, I could feel the music, could feel the resonance in my chest. It was perfect. I woke up, and I couldn’t remember how the song went. I’m thinking about it now, and I still can’t recall it.” She was getting worked up, and a single tear slid down her cheek as she said “And I can’t ask anyone to help me think of it, because the song hasn’t been written yet here in this time. And even if I could figure out the name of the song, how could I replicate it? I’m just me, how could I replicate harmony?”

She kept her gaze down, feeling silly that she was so emotional about something that was so selfish. What could music do to help stop Bonnie Prince Charlie and the disaster that would be Culloden? Jamie brought one hand up to wipe away the tears that now spilled freely from her eyes.

“Sassenach, I’d no idea -” Claire gently pulled her hand away from him, struggling to untangle herself from the sheets as she rose from the bed. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, feeling selfish about wanting something that was so clearly not a necessity. They were here in Lallybroch, getting ready to march with the soldiers, and all she could think about was wanting to hear a song.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure why I am crying over something so simple.” She walked out of their room quickly, going outside to feel the crisp morning air on her skin and to avoid any more questions.

Jamie watched her go. He ached to fill that void for her. She had given up so much for him, and never once complained. Claire truly was an amazing woman. He wanted to give her a fraction of what she had given him: love, support, and comfort. He would give her anything, as he had vowed those years ago at their wedding ceremony. Yet music...the one thing he could not physically bring to her himself. He cursed the day he had been struck in the head, knocking the ability to hear and understand music out of his head.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He may not be able to recreate the sounds she remembered, but he could give her something else. He dressed quickly in his plaid, pulled on his boots, and raced to the stables to get a horse. As he rode, he made a list in his head of the houses he needed to visit, hoping everything would fall into place by evening.

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Claire stayed outside most of the day, keeping her distance from the other residence of Lallybroch. She didn’t want her melancholy mood to rub off onto anyone else. She worked in the garden, collecting herbs and plants that she would need to treat the ailments of the soldiers as they traveled. As she worked, she hummed a simple children’s song to herself. It bothered her that she couldn’t hum the song from her dream. Why was she still thinking about music and songs in a time like this?

Looking up, Claire saw Jamie striding towards her. The setting sun cast his hair in a shade of deep auburn, with tinges of gold and copper sprinkled throughout. Claire smiled as arrived at her side and held his hand out for her.

“Ye’ve been working mighty hard out here today Sassenach. It’s time for supper, no?”

“I suppose you’re right. I am rather hungry.”

Leading her towards the house on his arm, Jamie seemed to have an excited energy about him. Usually, he was calm and collected, especially here at his home in Lallybroch. Claire wondered what he could have been up to all day. Maybe he had been working on plans to move his men to Lord Lovat’s land with Murtaugh.

As they rounded the final turn from the garden to Lallybroch, Claire came to a complete stop. Standing on the steps of the house were a dozen men in formation, all dressed in full Highland Scots regalia. Each man held a bagpipe in his arms waiting to play. Leading her forward, Jamie gave the men a signal, and they began to play.

(Play song here and continue reading for the full effect!)

Claire felt as though she were floating forward towards to music, the familiar tune of Amazing Grace pulling her closer. As she got close enough to see the faces of the men, she noticed she recognized them. These were the men Jamie would be traveling with to Lord Lovat’s lands. As her gaze drifted to the men on the end, she was surprised to see Murtaugh standing with the men, bagpipe in hand, playing with all the gusto he could muster.

She didn’t realize she was crying until Jamie handed her his handkerchief, wrapping his arms around her from behind and settling his head in the crook of her neck and slowly rocking her back and forth. Claire closed her eyes, letting the song become burned into her memory. When the song finally came to an end, she applauded loudly, and went up to each of the men to thank them.

As the men began to walk back towards their homes, Jamie shook each of their hands in thanks. As Murtaugh passed her, Claire gave him the warmest embrace she had ever given the man. She never imaged that Murtaugh could play the bagpipes, let alone play them so well. When all the men had all left, Claire turned to Jamie, embracing him as tightly as she could.

“Jamie, I can’t believe you put this together for me.” She said into his chest.

“Sassenach,” he said, pulling away to look down into her eyes. “Yer heart is my heart. Whatever it is ye want, if it is in my power to give it to ye, I’ll see it done.” He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Now, shall we see about that supper?”

She smiled, placed her hand in his arm, and together they walked into the house.

P.S. - I know the song not historically accurate and wouldn’t technically be written until 1779, but it felt right here. :)

#Outlander #my original #jamie x claire #music #dragonfly in amber #jamie fraser #claire fraser #outlander fanfic #fanfic #my first fanfic

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