Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Mad-Eye Moody
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Into Asylum





Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Heroism Is Found In The Heart, Part 1

2. Most listened to song today: so they say
3. Song listening to at the moment or last listened to song: so they say
4. Song that goes with your mood: feeling good
5. zombie by the cranberries
Friday, July 2, 2010
Shore Leave
Rules: must include something from your show or be inspired by it.
1. Kiss with a fist by Florence And The Machine
2. Pretty Girl by Sugarcult
3. Creep by Radiohead
4. Feel Good Drag by Anberlin
5. Buildings and Bridges by Ani Difranco
6. A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me” by Fall Out Boy
7. Invincible by Ok Go
8. Die Alone by Ingrid Michaelson
9. Hate (I Really Don’t Like You) by Plain White T’s
10. Forever Young by Alphaville
11. Wine Red by The Hush Sound
12. The Horror Of Our Love by Ludo
13. Helplessly Young by Oh No Ono
14. Live Forever by Oasis
15. Invincible by Muse
16. Jesus Chris by Brand New
17. Out of the Blue by Julian Casablancas
18. Closer by Kings Of Leon
Kiss with a fist by Florence And The Machine
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
Claire: "He's had me trying to figure out what his issues are."
Gretchen(Sylar):"Seriously? How'd that go?"
Claire: "Pencil in the eye."
Pretty Girl by Sugarcult
She’s beautiful as usual with
Bruises on her ego and
the killer instinct tells her to
Be aware of evil men.
Claire: "'Save the cheerleader, save the world' ... Have I been saved, or do I still need saving?"
Rene: "You are saved for the time being.
Creep by Radiohead
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
Sylar: “Your brain is not like the others, Claire. You are not like the others. You're different. You're special.”
Feel Good Drag by Anberlin
I'm tired of who I am
You were my greatest mistake
I fell in love with your sin
Your littlest sin
Sylar: “From cheerleader to stone cold killer? Who’s the monster now?”
Buildings and Bridges by Ani Difranco
Buildings and bridges
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world,
that's what it takes
Sylar: “I mean I’m not saying there aren’t bridges that need to be built. But if we start building them now…”
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me” by Fall Out Boy
She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"
I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it
Sylar: “Listen, I know you must hate me-”
Claire: “You killed my father!”
Invincible by Ok Go
So, please use your powers for good.
Please use your powers for good.
You're invincible.
Die Alone by Ingrid Michaelson
You make me think that maybe I won't die alone.
Maybe I won't die alone.
Sylar: "They told me I needed a connection, a friend, I don't want to be alone."
Hate (I Really Don’t Like You) by Plain White T’s
Hate is a strong word,
but I really, really, really don't like you.
Sylar: “Claire, you hate me. I understand.”
Forever Young by Alphaville
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don't they stay young
Sylar: “Everybody dies sometime. Well, almost everybody.”
Wine Red by The Hush Sound
Give your immortality to me
I'll set you up against the stars
Sylar: “I want what you have, Claire. I want your power.”
The Horror Of Our Love by Ludo
I'm a killer
Cold and wrathful
Silent sleeper
I've been inside your bedroom
I've murdered half the town
Sylar: “Claire’s going to be so mad at me.”
Helplessly Young by Oh No Ono
I stayed quite polite there all night just to hide that what I want
Is her kiss, but that's asking way too much
I don't know what to say
She reminds me of the future
Live Forever by Oasis
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever
Sylar: “Have you ever stopped to think about how much we have in common, Claire? You were adopted. I was adopted. You can’t die. I can’t die.”
Invincible by Muse
During the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please
Let's use this chance
To turn things around
And tonight
We can truly say
Together we're invincible
Jesus Chris by Brand New
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone
Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
Hiro: “I will tell you how you die. You die alone.”
Out of the Blue by Julian Casablancas
How could you be, oh
So perfect for me?
Why can't you ignore, oh
The things I did before?
Closer by Kings Of Leon
Two hundred years of chasing taking its toll
And it's coming closer
Sylar: “You’ll get bored after like a hundred years or so of trying to off me, watching all your loved ones drop like flies. You may eventually come to forgive me. Maybe you’ll even love me.”
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Fire + Water
Heroes Volulme Three Intro from Anna Somberg on Vimeo.
ok gs now i will talk about the next task!
Task #4: Fanmix
ok your goal for task 4 is to make a fanmix. probs you should pick either a character or a pairing or something, but inbd you can do the entire show if you want. if any of you glug don't know what a fanmix is, it is a collection of songs that are related to a show/character/pairing/whatever. you can see some examples here (but you need a livejournal) or for ones made by para or hob, see here or here, respectively.
Days to complete: 6 (last day to post is july 2)
Rules: must include at least 7 songs


Rating: t
Category: humor/romance
Summary: peter plays the villain, claire plays the hero, and sylar plays the damsel in distress.
Prompt: task 3-prompt #14; Your characters go swimming.
“Okay, shoot,” Peter told him, in between gulps of milk from the carton.
“So, Claire…”
“Yeah?”
“She sort of hates me.”
“Bummer.”
“How do I get her to trust me?”
“Uuum,” Peter rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well, hmm…you could try saving her life? Girls seem to like that.”
“I’ve done that!” Sylar exclaimed hopelessly, throwing his hand in the air. “In fact, I’m probably the only person who has ever truthfully saved her life. She still hates me!”
“I saved her life,” Peter said proudly.
“Um, not really.”
“Yeah, I saved her from you.”
“Please, Peter, I wasn’t ever going to kill her. She can regenerate.”
“Oh yeah…so how did you save her life?”
“Black hole guy was gonna suck her up. I held her hand.” Sylar smiled at the memory. “But I can’t do that again! And everything else she can just come back from on her own.”
Peter nodded sympathetically.
“Ah, I see your problem,” he said. “Plus it’s double hard because you were the only villain…and now you’re not a villain anymore.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay, I got it.” Peter snapped his fingers. “I’ll be the villain, and I’ll try to kill her, and you save her from me.”
“Yeah, I’d like to see you try to be villainous,” Sylar sneered.
“Oh yeah?” said Peter. “Watch this.” He licked his hand and ran it over his hair, slicking it back like Sylar’s. Sylar watched with amusement, drinking milk from Peter’s carton. “Looks like you’re the hero, Sylar,” Peter said with an imitation of Sylar’s signature smirk. “I’m the villain.”
There was a brief quiet moment, and then Sylar spit milk everywhere as he burst out laughing, almost falling off the couch from laughing so hard.
“Oh god,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye, “That was hilarious, Peter.”
Peter scoffed. “Well I think with some practice maybe…”
“No,” Sylar shook his head. “Just no, Peter.”
“Oh come on!” Peter cried, “Give me another chance. I promise the real one will be awesome.”
Sylar sighed. “Fine,” he said. “But we’re leaving for Indianapolis in two days. So you have until then to murder your niece.”
Peter grinned, then stopped, forcing his happy smile into a straight, serious face.
“Okay,” he said dramatically. “Time to kill the cheerleader.”
This caused Sylar to go into another fit of hysterical laughter. Peter shot him an almost Sylar-worthy glare.
“Well I’ll work on it!” he promised. “And hey, did you see that glare? That was pretty good, huh?”
“Uum…no. Keep trying.”
“Aww man.”
***
The next day Sylar and Peter found Claire lounging in her bikini by the hotel pool. Sylar’s quick intake of breath when he saw her received a disapproving fatherly look from Peter, but they soon got over it and focused on getting into character.
“Okay,” Sylar whispered. “Are you ready?”
“Oh yeah!” Peter said in a low but excited voice. “Let’s do this.”
The two strolled into the pool area. While Peter hid behind a rack of towels, Sylar initiated part one of the plan, “engage Claire in casual conversation to distract her.”
“Hey…Claire,” he said awkwardly. Claire removed the sunglasses she was wearing even though the pool was indoors, placing them on top of her head, and looked him.
“Yeah?” she said coolly.
“Um…so how’s it going?”
Claire sighed. “What do you want, Sylar?”
“Me? Nothing, nothing.”
“Okay…so why are you here?”
“Oh…um…I’m just here to, you know…swim.”
Claire raised her eyebrows. “Really? Uh, you’re not wearing a swimsuit.”
Sylar looked down at his standard black jeans and shirt.
“Oh right,” he said, fumbling for an answer to that one. “Well…that’s just because I….feel…self conscious about my body.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Claire laughed. Sylar almost glared at her, but then remembered he was being a hero.
“Okay,” Sylar relented, “I’m actually just here to keep an eye on you. You know, in case anything bad should happen.”
Right on cue, Peter stepped out of the shadows.
“Like me,” he said darkly. Sylar stifled a laugh.
“Peter?” said Claire. “What are you-”
“Shut up,” Peter told her, “I’m done answering questions from you, cheerleader. In fact I have a few of my own. Maybe I can get some answers by opening up your head.” And using the telekinesis he had borrowed from Sylar, he threw Claire against the wall. “Such a shame,” Peter sighed. “You always were a sweet girl, Claire.” He raised a finger to her forehead and began to make his incision.
This was Sylar’s cue to begin part two of the plan, “save Claire.”
“Get away from her, you monster,” Sylar growled, telekinetically pushing Peter away. He helped Claire down from the wall. “Claire, are you okay?” he asked, briefly touching the still slightly red place where Peter had cut into her skull.
“Aah don’t,” Claire yelped, and pushed him into the pool. Caught by surprise, he forgot to control his electricity manipulation and immediately shocked himself and blacked out.
This was definitely not part of the plan.
***
Peter and Claire watched in horror as blue lightning flowed through the water. Luckily there was no one else in the pool.
“That wasn’t very nice, Claire,” Peter told her. “Even for villains like me.”
“Villains like you?” Claire sputtered. “Oh, is that why you tried to kill me?”
“And why he had to save you,” Peter added, with a nod to the unconscious man in the pool.
Claire rolled her eyes. “You two are both so stupid.”
“Um, are you gonna get that?” Peter pointed to Sylar. Claire sighed and jumped into the pool. She grabbed a hold of him and with some effort dragged a dripping wet Sylar out of the water.
“Eww, some of his clothes disintegrated,” Claire said, pulling burnt pieces of cloth off of him. “Well, so much for his self consciousness.” Peter gave her an odd look.
“I don’t think he’s breathing,” Peter commented.
“Yeah,” Claire agreed, checking for a pulse. “He must have swallowed too much water. I think he needs mouth to mouth.” She looked at Peter expectantly.
“Hey, don’t look at me,” he said. “I’m a villain now, remember?”
“Ugh,” Claire groaned, then turned back to the unconscious Sylar. “Hey, Sylar.” She said, tapping him on the shoulder. “Sylar, are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. Didn’t open his eyes.
“Sylar, come on, wake up. I really don’t want to do this.” She shook him, but still nothing. Claire took a deep breath and put her mouth over Sylar’s and breathed out deeply. The stubborn guy still didn’t wake up. Claire placed her hands on his chest and pressed down several times, then put her mouth back on his and breathed out some more.
Suddenly Sylar sat up, spitting out water.
“Were you just kissing me?” he coughed.
Claire made a sound of disgust.
“No! You drowned, stupid. I was giving you mouth to mouth.”
“Oh.”
Claire rolled her eyes, and brushed Sylar’s wet hair out of his face. Peter wrapped a towel over him. Sylar shivered.
“It-it didn’t work Peter. She doesn’t need saving.”
“What? Sure it did.”
“She pushed me into a pool!”
“Oh that. Well I was talking about how villainous I was.”
Claire groaned. “Oh my god,” she said, “You two are both so stupid. Sylar, you’re right. I don’t need saving. I’m indestructible. And Peter, you will never be a villain. Never.”
Sylar and Peter both looked thoroughly disappointed.
“Never?” Peter repeated in horror.
“No,” Claire said softly.
“Okay, but what if I got a really cool scar? I’m thinking like, one right across my face.”
“No,” Sylar and Claire said at the same time.
“Aww, fine. Come on, let’s go get hot chocolate.”
Sylar and Claire nodded in agreement. Sylar stood up and then attempted to help Claire up off the slippery floor.
“Don’t touch me or I’ll push you into the pool again.”
“Not touching.”
As the trio headed out of the pool area and started to their hotel rooms so Claire and Sylar could change clothes before they went to get their hot beverages, Claire said
“Boys, what’s the lesson you learned here?”
“That Sylar can’t swim?” Peter guessed.
“That Peter doesn’t have what it takes to be a villain?” Sylar tried.
“No,” said Claire. “The lesson is that-”
“Wait, Peter you fool! I can swim!” Sylar yelled
“Well I can be a villain!”
“Prove it, Petrelli! Kill Claire. Ha! You can’t because I’ll just save her.”
Claire sighed. “Okay, apparently you two didn’t learn anything.”
gs i have done something like this before but not this exact thing, and im bored so let's do another one.
Have you ever read a five/eleven fic before?
matt/maya? ...no
Do you think three is hot?
uh...sure? i guess? not really?
What would happen if twelve got one pregnant?
it would be a very evil baby.
Do you remember any good fics about nine?
not really. no wait! haha i remember a funny one.
Would seven and two make a good couple?
elle and peter? hmm well i think elle had a thing for peter, but i don't think peter liked her very much. probs gob would be jealous too...so no.
Four/Eight or Four/Five?
hrg/hiro or hrg/matt? def matt.
Would would happen if seven discovered three and eight were in a relationship?
Make a summary of at least twenty words for a two/six fic
Has there been a one/eight fluff?
Are there any story on your list about eleven?
1 and 7 are in a happy relationship until 9 runs off with 7. 1, heartbroken, has a hot one-night stand with 11 and a brief unhappy affair with 12, then follows the wise advice of 5 and finds true love with 2.
Title/Warning for above fic?
5,4,7,1, and 3 are playing truth or dare. 5 asks 7, and 7 says truth. 5 asks who 7 loves and 7 after some prodding from 3, confessed their true loves with 4. 4 does not share the feeling, and in fact is in a secret relationship with three. 7 is heartbroken and seeks comfort in 1, while 3 and 4 run into the sunset together. However, 5 is secretly in love with 1 and becomes so jealous of 7, who after the comfort with 1, becomes in a relationship with 1, and so 5 decides to murder 7 but, is stopped in time by the police officer 9 and is sent to prison, allowing 1 and 7 to continue their relationship.
Title/Warning for above
Suggest a title for a one/eleven Hurt/Comfort fic.
What kind of plot would you use if four wanted to seduce one?
Do any of your friends read seven/nine?
6, 3, 4, and 11 are at a bar when 3 makes a drunken confession that 3 is in love with 1. 6 is secretly in love with 3 and plots to abduct 3 to keep 3 away from 1, but is stopped by 4 and 11. However, 6 is so crazed by this point that 6 needs constant watching to make sure 6 doesn't go after 3 again, and 4 and 11 volunteer to do this. As they work together, 4 and 11 develop feelings for each other. They are so distracted by this that 6 escapes and goes on a rampage. Just in time to save 3 and 1 from untimely deaths, 7 magically appears and vanquishes 6 forever.
Title/Warnings for the above fic?
How would 8 react if they found out that 5 and 9 were meeting for a threesome with 2?
Six sees 9 naked. His/her reaction?
Would 12&6 make a good couple?
What would you do if you found 1 and 4 in a closet with a rubber ducky?
3 kills 7, what does 3 say?
Suggest a title for a 8 and 9 fluff story
What would be a good pick up line for 12 to use on 4?
3 finds 4&7 kissing. What would 3 do?
You find 10 going through your closet. What would you do?
By the way, I set you up on a date with 2.
awesome!!!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Make Out Kids
Days to complete: 15 (last day to post is july 8)
Rules: each fic must be at least 300 words
must be based off of the prompt
must include at least one character from your show
no crossovers. cept hob can do dr who and torchwood if she wants.
please state what the prompt was when posting your fics.
1. Your characters go | 2. A character mourns | 3. Someone dyes their | 4. Two of your |
5. Someone’s pizza is | 6. A character loses | 7. Someone who can’t | 8. Its raining. |
9. 50 years later… | 10. A character is | 11. Someone eats | 12. Someone loses |
13. Someone gets a | 14. Your characters | 15. Your characters get stranded on an island together. | 16. Some of your |
17. Everyone is dead. | 18. Your characters go shopping. | 19. A character runs up the stairs in just his | 20. Someone is in the |
ok gs got that? you like those prompts? haha i worked so hard on them. also hob helped a bunch.
haha gs today i watched arthur! haha it was the one where d.w.'s fave tv show, mary moo cow, get's cancelled, so d.w. sends the network a petition! haha we should do that for heroes! except for the petition didn't actually work. but d.w. got to go the set of mary moo cow and she got a bunch of free stuff and she got to meet the lady that plays mary moo cow! i wish that would happen to me. except not for mary moo cow. for heroes. that would be awesome if we wrote a petition to bring back heroes and then we got to go to where they film the stuff and we got free heroes stuff and we got to meet the actors of heroes. espec if we got to meet zq!!!
haha gs i just had to write that big long glug paragraph because as i am writing this post i see that these words appear right next to the beautiful table that i made, and idk if they will be like that in the real post, and next i am going to put a fic that i wrote and i don't want it to be squished next to the table like these words are. well actually these words are not squished in the side anymore, so i think that means we are ready for a fic.
Rating: t
Category: humor/romance
Summary: claire and sylar have to convince peter that they're on a date to save his life
Prompt: task 3-prompt #5; Someone’s pizza is
too spicy.
“Is food all you can think about?” she growled.
“Well you still haven’t told me why we’re here,” Sylar reminded her, “I mean, just a shot in the dark here, but I’m guessing it wasn’t your idea to have dinner with me.”
“Like I’d really want to have dinner with you,” Claire spat. Sylar gave her his why-do-you-hate-me-so-much-look, but she paid no attention. “Listen,” she said, her voice getting lower. Sylar leaned a bit closer across the table to her to hear what she was saying. “I’m only here because Angela had another one of her dreams.”
Sylar sighed. “And?”
“And Peter’s life is in danger,” Claire finished dramatically. “She said-” But Claire was interrupted by a waiter bringing their pizza to their table.
“Ah, looks good,” Sylar said appreciatively.
“Sylar, are you listening to me?!” Claire yelled, snapping her fingers.
“Yup, I’m listening,” Sylar replied, taking a bite of pizza.
“Angela said that only you and I can save him and-”
“Oh boy,” Sylar interrupted. “That means it’s gonna be extremely dangerous and we’re going to have to die. Probably painfully.”
“And that we can’t, under any circumstances, tell Peter.”
“Well that’s going to be sort of difficult, isn’t it? We have to save his life, but not tell him we’re saving his life?”
“Sylar,” Claire said seriously, “You have to promise you won’t say anything about this to- oh, hi Peter!”
Both Claire and Sylar simultaneously looked up to see Peter standing at the end of their table.
“Um…what’s going on?” he asked.
“Uuuuuuh,” said Claire.
“What?” Sylar shrugged. “Can’t two people go on date?”
“You’re on…a date?” Peter asked skeptically. Claire nodded, going along with it.
“Yeah. Uh huh.”
“You…and Sylar?”
“Oh please, Peter, you say that like it’s so hard to believe,” Sylar said with what sounded like real hurt in his voice. “What you think I’m not worthy of your precious niece?”
“No, no, you’re…if you’re on date why aren’t you sitting next to each other?”
Sylar and Claire looked at each other from across the table, and then Claire got up and joined Sylar in the booth where he was seated. Peter sat down across from them.
“Mind if I join you for minute?” he asked.
“Uh…”
“Well actually…”
“Great!” Peter said, ignoring them, grabbing a slice of pizza.
“Peter, what are you even doing here?” Sylar asked.
“I’m Italian,” Peter shrugged. Sylar and Claire exchanged confused glances but didn’t press on the subject.
“So when exactly did you crazy kids get together?” Peter asked, somewhat distrustfully.
“You know…” said Claire.
“Uh, recently,” Sylar supplied, rubbing the back of his neck. Peter nodded.
“Awesome,” he said, “That’s really…you know, I’m glad for you two, it’s just, you don’t really look like you’re on a date…”
Sylar looked meaningfully at Claire. She sighed, realizing this wasn’t going to pleasant. Sylar put his arm around her shoulder, and she leaned closer to his chest. They both planted fake smiles on their faces.
“Pffft,” Sylar laughed, “That’s ridiculous.”
“Hmm,” said Peter.
“Here, sweetie, have some milkshake,” Sylar offered, pulling his drink closer and adding another straw.
“Thanks, darling,” Claire replied, and they both bent their heads to drink at the same time.
“Oh, Claire-bear,” Sylar said sweetly.
“Oh, Gabe…babe,” Claire countered.
Peter chuckled. “You guys don’t have to pretend.”
“We’re not pretending!” Claire exclaimed earnestly.
“No, we’re not,” Sylar agreed, shaking his head seriously.
“Oh yeah?” Peter said, smiling crookedly. “Prove it. Kiss.”
“What?!” said Claire and Sylar at the same time.
“Well if you two lovebirds are really on a date, it shouldn’t be a big deal, shouldn’t it?” Peter asked, clearly not buying their little act.
“Okay…” Sylar said, putting his hand on the side of Claire head.
“Alright…” Claire said, bracing herself for what promised to be disgusting as she pulled Sylar’s face closer to her’s. Peter sat smirking as Sylar and Claire’s lips locked together.
At first, there was shock. Although this wasn’t the first time Claire had been kissed by Sylar. How could she forget the time he had come to her school and forced him to kiss her? But still couldn’t get over the oh-my-god-I’m-kissing-Sylar feeling. Then, there was some revulsion at what she doing. She tried to ignore the feeling of his lips against her’s, his hand in her hair.
The kiss lasted longer than Claire would have liked, but when they pulled away, Peter was staring at them in pleasant surprise.
“Whoa,” he said. “That was…um…sorry I doubted you guys.”
“Mmm, no problem,” Sylar said, a tad out of breath. Peter stood up.
“You two enjoy the rest of your date,” Peter laughed, “See you later,” he winked and then exited the restaurant. The minute he was gone, Claire shoved Sylar away and went back to sit on the other side of the table.
“You taste like pizza sauce,” she told him.
“Sorry,” Sylar grinned, “I think the pizza was too spicy.”
“Yeah, it was kind of hot.”
“Huh?”
“The pizza!”
“Oh.”
Claire rolled her eyes. “Keep dreaming, loverboy.”

Sunday, June 20, 2010
A Piece Of The Action
Points: 7
Days to complete: one week (last day to post is sunday, june 27)
Rules: must be 30 seconds long (give or take a few seconds if necessary)


Rating: k+
Category: kinda humorous
Summary: directly after the events of "brave new world" peter takes everyone to angela's house.
Prompt: task 1-prompt #8; A sleeping bag, a dining table, and the butler.
Why was he not surprised that the Petrellis had a butler?
“May I take your coat, sir?” said butler asked Sylar as he followed Peter through the security door of
Sylar still wasn’t sure why Peter had brought them here, other than the fact that it was in walking distance from central park…until he saw his new friend run straight into the arms of his mommy, hugging her tightly.
“I missed you,” Peter murmured into her neck. Angela stroked her son’s hair.
“You too, my dear.” They let go and Angela’s eyes shot to the others standing in the hallway. Sylar, Emma, Claire, Noah, Lauren, Hiro, and Ando.
“Oh, um…can they stay here?” Peter asked awkwardly. Angela sighed.
“I’ve already had their rooms prepared,” she informed him, displaying her precognitive ability. Peter hugged her again.
The butler set out some food on the dining table and everyone stuffed their faces. Then Angela showed each person to a room… except Sylar.
“I’m sorry, dear,” she said to him, “I’m afraid there just aren’t enough rooms for you.”
“Not enough rooms,” Sylar repeated, raising an eyebrow. He somehow found that hard to believe. I mean this was a mansion after all.
“Mom, that’s a lie!” Peter screamed.
“No, it’s not dear. Since you and your brother moved out I’ve converted several of the bedrooms into workout rooms.”
“Workout rooms?” Peter said skeptically.
“And such things,” Angela added.
“Mom, you hate exercise!”
“Regardless!” Angela shrieked, “There simply are not enough rooms for Gabriel!”
“Oh that’s okay, I can share with Claire,” Sylar said, putting his arm around his favorite cheerleader.
“Eww,” she said, shoving him away.
“No, no, no. That will not do either. However you may take this.” she tossed him a green bundle. Peter looked at the package in shock.
“A sleeping bag, mom?! Really?!”
“Its okay, Peter,” Sylar said softly.
“See?” said Angela, “He’s okay with sleeping on the floor! He’s probably used to it!”
“Wow, mom. You wanna try to offend the rest of my guests too? Why don’t you ask Hiro if he’s gonna want sushi for breakfast?!”
“You are lucky I’m letting Gabriel stay in my house at all! After what he did to our family!”
“Sylar just saved Emma! He saved all our lives!”
“One good deed can not make up for his past.”
Peter groaned. “Whatever. Come on, Sylar, you can sleep in my room.”
“Peter, you only have one bed,” Angela reminded him.
“I know.” Peter responded. “I don’t care!” And with that he took hold of Sylar’s arm and dragged him away into his bedroom.
alrighty gs did you like that?
now today will probably be my last day to post pics for this task, so im gonna spend the rest of my time trying to write as many as i can before i have to post this. lets see how many i can get...
got one!
Rating: k+
Category: angst/romance
Summary: sylar tries to apologize.
Prompt: task 1-prompt #14; A steak knife, a damp towel, and a shower curtain.
Sylar really hated being stabbed.
He pulled the steak knife out of the back of his head and grimaced, because well, it was painful. What did he need to do to get the message across that the back of his head was no longer his one and only weak spot? Maybe he should tattoo it across his forehead. Please don’t stab me, it won’t work. Yeah, that’d be just lovely.
To his disgust, he glanced in the bathroom mirror and saw that those words were actually written across his forehead in ink. Albeit backwards, but the message was clear. The ink stayed there for a moment before floating back to its normal position on his arm in the form of Claire Bennet’s face. Stupid empathy.
It had been her that stabbed him. He’d only tried to apologize, tried to start building those bridges he always talked about.
“Apology not accepted,” she’d said, directly before stabbing him in the back of the head with a steak knife.
It was hopeless. Sylar sighed and stripped off his bloody clothes. Maybe she’d never see him as anything but a monster.
He pulled away the shower curtain and climbed in, letting the steaming water run over his body. He lathered shampoo through his hair and tried to get all the blood out. He tried not to picture Claire’s face in his mind. Her look of revulsion. She’d tried to kill him. She’d actually tried to kill him.
Sylar turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around his waste, then realized he now had the dilemma of if he’d rather put his blood soaked clothes back on, or call Peter and see if he would bring him some clothes. He settled for collapsing on the bed in a pathetic heap.
Well, at least she hadn’t actually managed to kill him.
That would have put quite a damper on their relationship.
and another!
Title: Hair Today...
Rating: k+
Category: we'll just go with gen. though i meant it to be kinda romance.
Summary: claire dyes
Prompt: task 1-prompt #5; A comb, a damp towel, and someone's grandmother.
A few days before she turned twenty, Angela helped her dye her hair.
She was startled by her own reflection the first time she looked in the mirror. Angela let her long locks tumble out of the damp towel and began combing them out. It was brown. She’d never had brown hair before.
But hiding was becoming unbearable. She was tired of running. She just wanted to be normal. Maybe she shouldn’t have jumped off the Ferris wheel.
She ran into Sylar the next day. She smiled as an utterly confused expression crossed his face.
“…Claire?”
“Sylar.”
“You…you…”
“Was there something you wanted? And close your mouth. It’s rude to stare.”
“I…”
“Spit it out, already!”
“I…uh…Peter wants you at headquarters. Something about that pyro on news.”
“Oh, okay…That it?”
“Yeah.”
“Fine then.”
“Claire...?”
“What?”
“I hate it.”
She knew he was talking about her hair. She didn’t care in the slightest.
“Good.”
haha and another!!
Title: Cat!
Rating: k+
Category: humor
Summary: mr. m goes for a walk.
Prompt: task 1-prompt #15; A dog leash, a picnic bench, and a pair of socks.
Twenty minutes later, they were out the door, and Mr. Muggles was skipping along, feeling the wind in his fur! Suddenly he saw a cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Mr. Muggles chased after the thing, dragging Lyle along with him. Unfortunately, the pesky feline ran up a tree, and all poor Mr. Muggles could do was bark at it.
“Ruffff ruff ruffufufuruff!” (That’s dog for “F U!”)
Lyle sat down on a picnic bench, exhausted.
well...i got 3. not bad for an hour.
that's 6 total. i wish i would have had time to write more! D: bleh maybe i'll ask hob if i can put a few in her post. idek.














