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11 March 2013 @ 08:15 am
Fifth Annual WAFF-a-THON Main Thread!  
And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land

WAFFathon 2013 Official Thread

Welcome, everyone, to the fifth annual WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark around here at times. Not to mention that it rains absolute CRAP on the characters we most love. So to make their not-quite-canon lives a little better, and to increase the per-capita volume of Warm and Fuzzy Feelings (WAFF for short) on these here intertubes, the WAFFathon has arrived!

How to Play:

1)  Comment with a fandom and a prompt. Your prompt can be specific, general, vague, cryptic, silly, goofy, OOC, AU, sexy, anything you like, so long as it brings a little sunshine in the end.

2) Find a prompt you like and make something fluffy and feel-goody out of it. Fanfic, fanart, manips, icons, vids, gifs, fanmixes, motis and macros, and anything else creative are all welcome. Adult content is also welcome, but remember that the goal is to be WAFFy!

3) Post it (or a link to it) in the comments.

4) Watch people's lives light up!

The Rules:

1) Provide lots of encouragement to the creators. Feedback. Compliment. Hug. Friend. Mem. Rec. It's good karma.

2) This meme will be very lightly policed, but policed it will be. So behave. No trashing of others, fandoms, ships, chars, stories, or the meme writ large will be tolerated. Friendly concrit or suggestions are fine, but keep in mind that we are trying to make people happy, not insecure. As your Moddess Goddess(TM), I reserve the right to do what I feel I need to do. Which I hope will be nothing, but which you are hereby forewarned can change depending on my very mercurial mood. So... like I said. Behave.

3) I have no end date in sight for this meme, but I suggest keeping it a weeklong activity.

4) You are more than welcome to crosspost your creative works wherever you like. It should go without saying that taking someone else's work and passing it off as your own elsewhere is unacceptable by any definition. I refer folks to stop_plagiarism   as a good place to follow up on any problems that might occur.

Make the world even happier!

A couple of extra things you can do if you want to make everyone happier:

1) Readers/viewers: If you find an author/creative person you like, go back through their other works and comment on them, or rec their works on your journal. Creative people love feedback and it's especially gratifying when you get feedback on something you thought was lost to time and when someone likes your work enough to recommend it to his or her friends.

2) Creators: be sure to thank readers for their time and energy spent on your work. Friend them if they've friended you or recced you. One of the great things about fan-creative communities is the proximity you can have to the people you admire and respect. We don't get to have conversations with Joss and Kripke and the rest, but we can talk to each other and that's even cooler.

3) Pimp this meme to any friends or communities you think would be interested. You can find banners and code at the Banner Thread. Hotlink your little hearts out!

4) If you're feeling really encouraged, please consider making the world a better place on behalf of the fandom community.

The Hunger Site
The Breast Cancer Site
The Child Health Site

ASPCA * Random Acts * International Committee of the Red Cross * UNICEF * American Cancer Society * Amnesty International * National Alliance on Mental Illness * Wings of Peace * St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital * Christian Foundation for Children and Aging * Médecins Sans Frontières

(I know we're all poor in fandom, but we're actually very rich!)

5) Tell someone you love today how much you care for and appreciate them, and remember: Happiness is a completely renewable energy source!


...perdiccas   and oxoniensis   for hosting similar memes in the past that I've participated in. You guys set up the model for me to build on.

... jenab, auroramama, peroxidepest17, akadougal, riveroceansea, sycophantastic, embroiderama, darth_firefly, ziarenete13x, shadowvalkyrie, jaune_chat, dref22, bballgirl3022, princess_aleera, nicole_sill, and monteseverus for cheering for the idea and volunteering to leave prompts, fill prompts, and/or pimp.

...YOU! for reading and writing!

Happy happifying!

Tiptoe39: gabriel - that was all metiptoe39 on March 11th, 2013 12:31 pm (UTC)
SPN, Gabriel drinks Naomi under the table. Spectators and conversation are up to you.
Tiptoe39: akiratiptoe39 on March 11th, 2013 12:31 pm (UTC)
The Walking Dead, Andrea and Michonne find something to laugh about and something in common during those cold winter nights.
Tiptoe39: dinahtiptoe39 on March 11th, 2013 12:32 pm (UTC)
Arrow, Laurel finds a vigilante fansite full of overenthused teenagers squeeing about the "hood." Her reaction, whom she shares it with, whether she creates a sockpuppet account... all up to you. :)
Akadougalakadougal on March 12th, 2013 09:07 pm (UTC)
Heh heh. I'm a couple of episodes behind so this might be a little out of date but hopefully okay.

Thea knew Laurel could giggle. She remembered it from... before. But she hadn't heard her laugh like this in a while. Nowadays Laurel was all barked bursts and wry chuckles. Not giggles.

But right now Laurel was giggling.

"Oh boss lady, what's so funny?" Thea leaned across the desk.

"I've got these alerts for the Hood set up and one of them-" Laurel dissolved into giggles again. She waved at the screen and Thea leaned over.

"'The Hood slowly unzipped his hoodie, keeping his mask firmly in-' What is this?" Thea tapped around. "Oh god."

"It's all like that. They seem to be imaginary accounts of encounters. And they all end up with nudity and 'washboard abs'. There's this unhealthy fascination with leather too." Laurel pointed to a particularly lurid section. "I shouldn't be showing you this. It'll warp your innocent, naive mind." Thea rolled her eyes at that, while Laurel, yep, dissolved into giggles again.

Laurel's laughter stuck with Thea. She finally gave in to temptation and opened up the site again. It was pretty funny. All these people were running around scared to death of the Hood and here were people basically writing porn about him.

Okay. So. Maybe not so basically. And - Thea clicked down the page - not just writing... There was a particularly talented artistic rendition of a mainly naked and built guy wearing the Hood's trademark mask and, well, hood. With a really, really big-

"Interesting reading, Thea." Diggle's dry voice came from behind her. Thea slammed the tablet down.

"It was research." She tried to sound cool, collected. Instead she winced as her intonation rose through the roof.

"Hmmm." Diggle merely raised an eyebrow and walked away.

"I came across your sister looking at some interesting Hood related websites." Diggle stripped off his jacket and loosened his tie.

"Laurel found them. She emailed it to me because she thought I would get a kick out of it. She appears to have emailed it to half her address book. Felicity read some of it to me earlier." Each word Oliver spoke was punctuated with a sharp exhale of breath as he continued with his pull ups.

He was shirtless. He was allergic to shirts. Then Oliver grinned wickedly at him, knowing exactly what was going through Diggle's mind. He dropped to the ground, knees bent to absorb the impact, before he stalked across the space between them. Obviously the work out had...fringe benefits now. "Were you getting some inspiration?"

"Why would I need that with the real thing?" Diggle bit back his own laugh. "But maybe you should say something to Thea."

Oliver kissed him before realising what Diggle was saying. Then he went back to his work out. "Ruined the mood, man. Totally."

Diggle kicked back and enjoyed his view.
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on March 12th, 2013 09:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Tiptoe39: suits - harvey/miketiptoe39 on March 11th, 2013 12:34 pm (UTC)
Suits/fandom of your choice, Donna has a blind date with a character of your choice from another fandom. Can be hilarious, romantic, sexy, awkward, you name it.
Shonatoestastegood on March 11th, 2013 12:47 pm (UTC)
Being Human UK, Alex/Hal/Tom, post-finale domestic bliss.
Nessa--The Smite Faeriepeppervl on March 11th, 2013 12:50 pm (UTC)
Avengers. Clint/Phil. Taking care of an injured partner. No permanent injury please.
princess_aleera: Life is Randomprincess_aleera on March 12th, 2013 02:28 pm (UTC)
Avengers, Coulson/Clint - angst, h/c, injury, AR - Hidden Depths 1/3
So this started out as angst, and somehow ended up crack. I'm... not sure how that happened, but SUCCESS. (also it's my first Avengers fic ever and I'm sorry for everyone involved. Yeah.)

SPOILERS for part of the Avengers movie; it follows movie canon up until a certain point and deviates from there. I felt the need for fix-it!fic.

Hidden Depths

"Oh," Phil says to no one in particular. "So that's what it does."


Clint is in the bathroom, checking his bandage in the mirror (even though he doesn't need to; this is Nat's doing, after all) when he hears a faint buzz. He spins around, recognising the noise instantly. The tinny, almost inaudible sound of someone talking into an ear piece. Nat's eyes, usually so sharp, blanks out for a moment as she listens to the message - presumably from Fury. She doesn't raise her hand to press the ear piece closer, but her left hand twitches like she wants to.

Then her eyes shift to Clint, for a fraction of a moment, before her gaze shuts down. It's like someone pulled the drapes behind her eyes, Nat, who even so reserved and on guard usually lets Clint in - and Clint knows it's bad news.

"Who?" He asks, and she shakes her head. It's barely a shake; more like a tic. "Nat." And she still doesn't look him directly in the eyes. He doesn't get it. Even if Tony or Steve or - or any of the people they know here were really bad off, she'd still tell him. They can't afford to be senitmental and weepy, not with their background. (A voice inside his mind asks if whoever's dead is so because of him, and Clint clamps down on it.)

Nat doesn't spare anyone, not even him, the truth. Ever. Unless - and everything whitens. "Phil?" Clint asks, and his voice sounds unused and crackly. He doesn't notice he's cluthing his watch until the glass breaks in his hand.

Finally, Nat dares to look him head-on. "Fury doesn't know," she says, her tone matter-of-fact like always, but her eyes says I'm so sorry, Clint. "We don't - he was taken by the paramedics."

It feels like she's reached in and pulled out the majority of his intestines. "Sick bay?" Clint grits out.

Nat nods once. "ER." She takes one step to the side so he doesn't barrel into her on his way out of the door.


Nat shows up before they're done operating. Clint realizes, belatedly, that he's still considered a threat among most of SHIELD and could technically have been shot down out here. But apart from the medics, nobody's waiting outside this door. He wonders why - Phil isn't just important to Clint, he's important to everyone. (But not as important as to Clint.)

"Fury's holding a meeting," Nat says. He didn't hear her coming, but he's used to that. She keeps her distance, staring at the operating room through the tiny window in the door. It's impossible to understand much of what goes on in there, but the frantic bustling tells Clint that Phil is still alive.

That's all he needs.

"You weren't invited?" he asks without looking away from the steel door.

"I told him there was a more pressing matter I needed to handle," Nat says levelly, and like usual, there are about five layers to that sentence.

"I'm not causing trouble," Clint says. He's not, he's just standing here. Nobody has even told him to leave, or asked him "hey, weren't you shooting us down just an hour ago?"

"I know," Nat says. "I wasn't talking about you, Clint."

That's when he glances to his side and sees that she isn't looking at him; hasn't been looking at him at all since she got here. She's staring at that door so hard that if she had superpowers, like most of the people in Fury's special meeting, it would melt.

He feels a pang of gratitude at that. "He'll be okay, Nat."

She nods jerkily.

The Soul says: - slytheringurrl on March 14th, 2013 08:36 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - peppervl on March 16th, 2013 05:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
Nessa--The Smite Faeriepeppervl on March 11th, 2013 12:53 pm (UTC)
Avengers. Clint/Phil/Nick. Returning home after a mission. Circumstances & timeline up to the filler, but no permanent injury, please.
Nessa--The Smite Faeriepeppervl on March 11th, 2013 12:56 pm (UTC)
Oz BOOKS. GEN. Something fluffy with strong female characters. Just a moment with any of the girls would be great, as would them using their ingenuity to save the day.
Tiptoe39: girlytiptoe39 on March 11th, 2013 05:08 pm (UTC)
Trapped by Rats 1/2
It wasn't a terribly unpleasant dungeon, really, but the way the Rat Guardsman kept looking at them sitting on their stuffy cotton mattresses gave Dorothy what she called the "heebie-jeebies" and set Trot hiding her face in Dorothy's sleeve, for fear the "nasty ol' ratman" would decide to set his big front teeth on her.

"Forgive me, my dears," Ozma said plaintively, looking across the cell at her two friends. "When the Queen of the Field Mice requested my aid, I thought it would be a pleasant journey across the countryside. I had no idea the Rats had been dabbling in sorcery, or that they would be able to overpower us so easily."

"If only we had a witch or wizard of our own," Trot said. "I don't s'pose we can get a message to Glinda from inside this cell?"

"It's possible Glinda will look in her Book and see our plight," responded Ozma, "but other than that, I'm afraid we are helpless for now."

"We're not helpless!" Dorothy said. "Why, Ozma, I know you can do a good bit of magic, when you're of a mind to it. Why don't we put up a fight?"

Ozma smiled sweetly at Dorothy. "My dear friend," she says, "you know I dearly hate fighting of any sort. And magic always has its way of going awry, especially under these circumstances."

"If only we knew their weakness," Dorothy said, frowning. "I remember when we fought the Nome King, we routed their whole army with nothing but the threat of some eggs."

"You did?" Trot's eyes widened.

Dorothy grinned. "Why, you shoulda seen it, Trot," she said. "All those Nomes, runnin' away on their fast spindly little legs over a single egg! All that and it wasn't even hard-boiled."

"So Nomes are afraid of eggs," Trot mused. "But what are Rats afraid of?" And in another moment, her eyes lit up in delight.

Crossing to the bars of the cage, she whistled a low note. "Mr. Guardsrat, sir?" she said demurely. "We don't mind waitin' and bein' your pris'ners of war, but we are getting awfully bored. Might you have something for us to play with? Just a string, so we can make braids, to pass the time?"

The Rat Guardsman looked at her a moment. Trot smiled at him, holding up her hands. "I'll bet you have some real pretty string," she says. "You Rats are such good collectors. I had a Rat back home that stole my prettiest hair ribbon, and I cried so hard for the loss of it."

The mention of his expertise seemed to perk the Rat Guardsman up, and he was off in a flash, returning quickly to display a loop of gold-tinted string that he'd doubtless stolen off a Munchkin's threadbare belt.

"Ooh, it's so pretty!" Trot said, and nodded to the others. Dorothy and Ozma came to the front of the cell, too, and added their words of admiration. "Mightn't we play with it for just a little while?"

"All-- all right then. But see that you give it back before the War Trial," the Rat Guardsman said, and allowed Trot and Dorothy to pull the piece of string through the bars of the cage.

Re: Trapped by Rats 2/2 - tiptoe39 on March 11th, 2013 05:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Trapped by Rats 2/2 - peppervl on March 11th, 2013 09:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Trapped by Rats 2/2 - tiptoe39 on March 11th, 2013 09:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
jaune_chat: Avengers - Black Widowjaune_chat on March 11th, 2013 12:59 pm (UTC)
Avengers, Natasha/Clint, for them, soft, sweet, slow sex with the lights on is the kinkiest, most trusting thing they do together.
peroxidepest17peroxidepest17 on March 11th, 2013 02:58 pm (UTC)
SPN Sam has to watch over de-aged! Dean and Cas and basically has to witness his brother pigtail-pulling Cas.
princess_aleera: Sam Hiprincess_aleera on March 12th, 2013 11:22 am (UTC)
SPN, de-aged!Dean and Cas, gen/pre-Dean/Cas - Birdth And Beeth 1/3
It's difficult to remember Castiel as a fierce, mighty warrior of God, capable of reducing Sam to a speck of dust on his normal days, when he's only five years old. Sam had thought, when his brother and angel had been infected by the poison (because no matter how many times Dean had shouted it while steadily shrinking in body and mind, witches had not done it this time), that Cas would end up looking like a five-year old version of Jimmy. But there's something so inherently Castiel about him, even now, that makes Sam want to smile in the middle of this hopeless situation.

The boy himself, stripped of his powers and millenia worth of knowledge, is currently curled up on Sam's lap, sobbing quietly. Cas is a delicate kid, Sam and Dean soon found out, and Dean's been his normal kind of dick towards the used-to-be-angel, just in a slightly more five-year old way than usual.

"Shh," Sam sooths him, and strokes Castiel on the back while the kid cries. "Dean didn't mean it. Your hair is just fine, Cas." The kid's hair is even messier than his grown-up equivalent, and Dean's been tugging at the dark brown strands and cackling all morning. Sam is gonna have a shout at that kid soon, but for now, Dean's on a time-out in his room at Bobby's. The older hunter has disappeared off to buy food that's more befitting kids than Dean's usual stuff, and Sam has decided the priority is to calm the little angel down.

"He'th thaying tho many mean thingth," Cas says, with his uncharacteristic lisp even more poignant when he's upset. "Why, Tham?" He's still crying; fat blobs of tears running down his puffy, red cheeks and dripping down on Sam's flannel shirt. Cas sniffs, loudly, and Sam lets him blow his nose into a napkin he's holding.

Sam sighs. "It's not you, Cas. Dean does that to people he lo- to people he likes, okay? He's weird like that. Don't let it bother you." He ruffles Cas's messy curls as if making sure that he doesn't think there's anything wrong with Cas's hair.

Cas frowns, his whole face scrunching up until he looks like an adorable human version of a raisin. "Why?" He blinks those Disney-eyes at Sam, and if Sam didn't know with painful certainty that his brother and the angel are really kids in their heads (Cas has nightmares about the evolution of man and doesn't dare to pee by himself yet because of the Mirror Monster), he would think Cas is just acting. Those eyes are too smart for such a little, normal human.

"It's hard to explain," Sam admits, rocking the kid slowly from side to side. Cas, holding lightly onto his 'Tham's' soft shirt, is calming down. "I can't really say why without giving you the whole speech about the birds and the bees, and I don't think you're old enough for that right now." It's as obvious now as it is when they were grown-ups how big Dean's 'manly-yet-gay' crush on his angel is, and Sam's not good at lying to kids. He's not good with kids, period. (Even though Bobby grinned softly at Sam yesterday, when both the toddlers had fallen asleep wrapped around the suddenly-oldest Winchester like it was nowhere else in the world they'd be.)

Cas tilts his head, and looks hilariously like his older, puzzled self. "Birdth and beeth?"

"Um," Sam says. "Just - forget about it, Cas. I'll tell you that story another time." At least the kid has stopped crying now.
The Soul says: - dazedrose on March 13th, 2013 01:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
peroxidepest17peroxidepest17 on March 11th, 2013 02:59 pm (UTC)
SPN/Avengers- Nick Fury asks Cas to join the Avengers and Cas has a lot to talk to Thor about re: evil younger brothers who just want a hug.
peroxidepest17peroxidepest17 on March 11th, 2013 03:00 pm (UTC)
Avengers: Bruce and Tony have a big science symposium they have to speak at in the morning but they're staying up having antics like it's a big sleepover and Pepper has to keep peeking in and telling them to behave and go to bed.
peroxidepest17peroxidepest17 on March 11th, 2013 03:01 pm (UTC)
SPN Cas asks the Impala for Dean's hand in marriage.
princess_aleera: *EZ DED*princess_aleera on March 11th, 2013 03:29 pm (UTC)
Oh my God I caaaaaaaan't <3 <3 <3
The Soul says: - rockstarpeach on March 11th, 2013 11:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
peroxidepest17peroxidepest17 on March 11th, 2013 03:03 pm (UTC)
SPN- Dean sets up a space for Cas at their new homebase.
peroxidepest17peroxidepest17 on March 11th, 2013 03:04 pm (UTC)
Teen Wolf- Stiles and his dad have dinner together after all the lying/awkwardness of S2.