[prompt me!]
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nonislandUm. Hello, internet?
I'm trying to get my writing muscles back in gear, but I am a little fannishly adrift at present, so nothing is suggesting itself to me.prompt tables what prompt tables
So: if there is a thing that you'd like to see me write (or that you think I would enjoy writing), that should be able to contain itself in commentfic, prompt me! All fandoms that you know I've consumed the canon to are worth at least asking about, though if the canon is a book I am probably going to be weird about writing fic for it because I get hung up on prose style so maybe not things that are only books (books that have been adapted into other media are okay if you are okay with at least some elements of it being from the adaptation). But otherwise.
On that weird middling ground between original and fan fiction: mythologies/folklore/fairy tales are fair game; songs (including contemporary ones) are fair game; I can do Shakespeare only if you let me do it as a ridiculous modern or other-era AU; anything involving real people of any era as anything other than background characters is alas probably out because research.
On ships you do not know whether I sail or not: you can always try?
On ships I definitely am not aboard: if you know this, it is not worth asking. if you do not know, see directions above!
On when things will be done: hopefully this month?
On whether or not I will actually write anything for your prompt ever: I will try! It's possible that for whatever reason it won't grab me, and I am sorry if that's the case. I make no promises.
Suggested prompt contents: fandom, character(s) and/or relationship(s), some kind of actual prompt (quote/image/scenario/AU type/whatever)
The more specific you are the more likely I am to stop staring aimlessly into space and actually do something, since specificity is better than "I should write something but there are SO MANY THINGS that I could be!", so, y'know.
ETA: There is now a thread for questions as the first comment in each version of this post! If you would like to know whether I know a thing/like a ship/whatever, there you are! If you have some other question, there you also are!
I'm trying to get my writing muscles back in gear, but I am a little fannishly adrift at present, so nothing is suggesting itself to me.
So: if there is a thing that you'd like to see me write (or that you think I would enjoy writing), that should be able to contain itself in commentfic, prompt me! All fandoms that you know I've consumed the canon to are worth at least asking about, though if the canon is a book I am probably going to be weird about writing fic for it because I get hung up on prose style so maybe not things that are only books (books that have been adapted into other media are okay if you are okay with at least some elements of it being from the adaptation). But otherwise.
On that weird middling ground between original and fan fiction: mythologies/folklore/fairy tales are fair game; songs (including contemporary ones) are fair game; I can do Shakespeare only if you let me do it as a ridiculous modern or other-era AU; anything involving real people of any era as anything other than background characters is alas probably out because research.
On ships you do not know whether I sail or not: you can always try?
On ships I definitely am not aboard: if you know this, it is not worth asking. if you do not know, see directions above!
On when things will be done: hopefully this month?
On whether or not I will actually write anything for your prompt ever: I will try! It's possible that for whatever reason it won't grab me, and I am sorry if that's the case. I make no promises.
Suggested prompt contents: fandom, character(s) and/or relationship(s), some kind of actual prompt (quote/image/scenario/AU type/whatever)
The more specific you are the more likely I am to stop staring aimlessly into space and actually do something, since specificity is better than "I should write something but there are SO MANY THINGS that I could be!", so, y'know.
ETA: There is now a thread for questions as the first comment in each version of this post! If you would like to know whether I know a thing/like a ship/whatever, there you are! If you have some other question, there you also are!
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Date: 2014-10-16 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-20 04:19 am (UTC)I should probably note that in the actual main fic the issue of co-parenting for the assignment is raised and everyone is basically told “hang out with your partner, if you have one, most of the time”.
“Your daddy is cheating on us,” Freya says confidingly to her flour baby. “Do you think if I tell him you’re going to end up coming from a broken home he’ll decide he should write a supplemental paper on the impacts of divorce on infants for extra credit?”
Rosie, unsurprisingly, doesn’t answer. They probably should have painted a face on her already, but Freya hadn’t liked the idea of a baby whose eyes could never close and Lancelot hadn’t liked the idea of a baby whose eyes could never open, so they just keep putting it off. She has a little knit hat, at least. That has to count for something.
“I think he probably would,” Freya says. She’s no good at baby talk; it’s quiet and even, the same way she talks to anyone else she doesn’t know well. You don’t really know babies, after all. “You should probably meet your future step…” She hesitates, squinting across the park. The flour baby Gwen is holding is wearing a little red onesie, which could mean anything.
“Brother,” Arthur says as he drops down to sit next to Freya. She jumps, and he immediately slides a few inches further away. “Thought you’d seen me,” he says, not quite an apology but definitely not anything else.
“No, it’s okay,” Freya says, shifting Rosie to her other arm to have something to do with her hands. Arthur is…a lot, even here in a quiet little park that used to have a working playground and doesn’t anymore, with Gwen and Lancelot the only other people around and both of them too busy talking to each other to be reflecting Arthur. Really she should have invited Merlin along too, to be a buffer, even though he would have had to have brought Gwaine with him and if Arthur is a lot Arthur plus Gwaine is worse, even when they aren’t arguing, which is a different kind of bad.
It’s possible Freya hasn’t thought any of this through very well.
I’d like to spend some time with Gwen, Lancelot had said, and Freya likes Lancelot and likes Gwen and likes being around the two of them when they’re together, so of course she’d said yes.
It’s not that she doesn’t like Arthur, it’s just—
He startles her out of her thoughts, again, by adding, “Thomas Tristan Pendragon-Smith.”
“What?”
“Lancelot’s future stepson. Thomas Tristan Pendragon-Smith.”
Freya just barely manages not to say I can’t believe you care about this because as safe as he seems now this is still Arthur Pendragon, star quarterback, student council president, heir to Pendragon-Dubois Industries, bad bad news. “Oh,” she says instead, which sounds stupid, but.
Arthur raises an eyebrow at her, clearly waiting.
“Oh,” Freya says again, feeling her face go hot and probably kind of blotchy. “Um. This is Rosie. Rose.”
“du Lake?” Arthur asks, grinning a little.
Freya says, “Ha,” because it’s that or actually laugh. “No, probably du Lac? I mean, I picked Rose, so. It’s only fair, and like you said it doesn’t really matter?”
“Pleased to meet you, Rose du Lac,” Arthur says gravely to the bag of flour Freya is holding, as if he is actually introduced to bags of flour on a regular basis.
It’s all sort of impossible.
(Later, she says to Merlin, glumly, “You were right, he is hot when he forgets to try to be important.”
“I know,” Merlin says, some weird blend of sympathetic and relieved. “Isn’t it awful?”
“You’re not even scared of him!”
“He’s probably straight!”
Which—Freya suddenly feels sick. “Would you break up with me if he weren’t?”
Merlin, at least, looks almost as horrified at the idea as she feels, which makes her feel better even before he finds words. “What? No, what the fuck, Freya, I—I like you, I really like you, I wouldn’t just—”
“Okay,” Freya says. “It’s okay.” She reaches out, curls her fingers around Merlin’s wrist. “I believe you.”
He pulls her into a hug, and she’s thinking, with his heartbeat steady if too-quick against her side: thinking about Arthur’s brightness, and his possibly life-ruining smile, and how Merlin really isn’t even a little bit scared of him, never has been; Merlin lights up just as bright around him. Which is frightening in itself, but she could probably get used to it. Could probably like it.)
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Date: 2014-10-20 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-20 04:29 am (UTC)(Freya ends up saying to Merlin, "but...I mean, if--if we both liked him..." and then stopping because she can't really believe what she's saying.)
(Merlin kind of cannot really believe what she's saying either.)
...it is possible that this really wants to be more than very brief side-story commentfic. *buries face in hands, contemplates life choices again*