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dirtycorzaharkness answered to your post “Update with pertinent information: Not Your Usual Drunken Accident on…”

PLANT BABIES!!! I want to see Checkov and how he manages to raise them since CLEARLY he’s going to be in charge of the wee adorable things.

Heh heh, you do not surprise me with this choice.  ;D

Oh, you’re thinking, since Chekov clearly had to take care of drunk/plant-grabbed&stung Sulu, that he’ll end up having to help with the potential plant babies?  *snirk*  It wouldn’t surprise me.

Thanks for your input, m’dearie!

RE: updated with pertinant info... I don't has a Tumb1r can I still beg for thingummies? Just the thought of teensie planty-peeps following Sulu around like ducklings or tumbly-weeds makes me grin,giggle,and fall off my chair. : D
Anonymous

You absolutely can!  Although, why you’re scrolling Tumblr without a Tumblr account, I dunno, but I’m happy to have another opinion from someone who enjoyed the fic, regardless! :)

I showed the Pirate (my hubby) the fic, too, while we were worshipping the Laundry Gods, and he thought it was funny, too.  AND he votes for little planty thingummies, too.

I think it’s pretty unanimous.

;D

persistentpumpkin answered to your post “Update with pertinent information: Not Your Usual Drunken Accident on…”

thingammies please, this was awesome, i’m still grinning so much it hurts!

Ooh, thanks!  I’m tickled you enjoyed it!  Okay, so, you’re advocating there be little planty thingummies, gotcha.  (So far you’re the only one offering any opinion, at all)

Thanks for commenting! XD

Update with pertinent information: Not Your Usual Drunken Accident on AO3 [sorry I didn’t add the link earlier]

Wondering what (if anything) to do about Sulu’s potential plant babies.  Remove ‘em and he’s fine, that’s that, or have them actually develop into little hybrid alien plant/human/? thingummies. 

If you know what I’m talking about and have an opinion/idea, do share!

Or should I leave it as it is?

prettyarbitrary:

mazarin221b:

evenlode:

I just really, really want to write something mind-blowingly epic.

You and me both, friend.

What I really resent is the level of effort and participation this requires from me.

The muse is like one of those kids who got assigned to your team project in university.  They start out coming to meetings and pulling their weight, and then they bail out halfway through and saddle you with all their work.

Jackass.

I think I know whose Muse(s) mine has been hanging out with.  *single eyebrow up glare*  (Because it can’t possibly be MY fault, right?)  ;p

Srsly, the world is all full of technology and stuff now, why can’t we find something that will write our stories for us, or finish the danged things, so we can just read them already?! 


Writer’s Block

In one sentence is the spark of a story. Ignite.


The shoe didn’t fit him either.

Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a memory about this sentence. Write something about this sentence.

Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!
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[LJ] [AO3]


The Shoe

Landor’s hands shook a little as he reluctantly accepted the richly-decorated shoe from the leader of his captors, Wez, while doing his best not to allow his peripheral vision to register the blackened pile of still-smoldering ash that had been his last fellow captive, no longer recognizable as having been human and already half blending with the fingers-deep ancient dust on the stone floor. Landor was distantly glad of the chill breeze from the doorway, where Strebbin, the strangely tight-lipped tek-mage had used the second of his cache of precious relics to break the spell on the lock in a burst of blue-violet sparks; the air moved past Landor, keeping any lingering scent of burnt flesh and the chokingly soft dust away from his face.

When Wez gestured impatiently at Landor with one huge, gnarl-knuckled hand, he couldn’t help but flinch back a little. Wez sneered at him, obviously glad to have taught Landor how hard those hands could hit, and growled, “Go on. Do it.”

Nodding, swallowing thickly, Landor glanced up at the beautiful mosaic covering the wall behind four ornate pedestals, the nearest being where the glittering, ancient shoe had awaited them when they’d entered.

Much of the upper third of the huge mosaic was cracked and too damaged to provide any discernable images, but it seemed to tell a story of a tall being in strangely-configured jewel-tone garments inviting or ordering a number of light-haired beings to go up to a dais—identical to the one at the base of the mural—and make use of four things: a single glove, an ornate circlet, a sword, and a shoe. Three of the pedestals were bare, covered in dust, the fourth only bare because Wez had lifted the shoe from it, himself. Around each pedestal lay mounds of desiccated bodies, crumbling to ash and dust in a steady progression down the piles, obviously those who had sought to win whatever prize or power came with each artifact. The mosaic depicted the successful wearer of each item going down on one knee, the tall being making what seemed like welcoming gestures at them. Then a golden glow outlines each of the fair-haired beings, as well as boxes and incomprehensible things that have somehow appeared next to them.

Landor could only presume the right person had eventually tried each of the other three artifacts, gained their reward, and gone elsewhere; the only supposedly-confirmed rumors Strebbin knew of referenced a glove of unparalleled might, purported to be fashioned of gold mesh and encrusted with jewels. According to Strebbin, that prince had claimed the glove after twenty of his best men sacrificed themselves to test it, and then went on to rule an island kingdom far to the east.

On this journey, Landor had sometimes overheard Strebbin and Wez talking about those obscure tales deep in the night around their camp fires—seemingly the only time Strebbin spoke more than a handful of words at a time. In fact, Landor heard them speaking thusly on several occasions, scattered throughout the long trip to an underground fortress built by the Ancients in the heart of the Eastern Mountains. The journey took weeks and weeks, inland from the coastal villages Landor had known since birth, across plains and lesser mountains, even past the semi-mythical Weirding Wastes where ancient battles were purported to have been fought with magic and impossible weapons, their combined might having scoured the ground to stone; hard black stone, still warm in some places, still glowing faintly blue-green or violet-red at night in others. Knowing they thought him asleep, Landor had listened with weary curiosity to Strebbin relating the various interpretations of the experts to Wez; how the consensus was that the legendary mosaic’s pictorial story meant that he who fit the artifact would be given the powers of the ancients, and fabulous riches. Those who controlled this person would have that power by proxy, and, because Strebbin knew some of the ancient ways, as well as possessing powerful relics and lesser artifacts gathered over many years, he was confident the bonds he set upon their captives would hold. Landor’s wrists bore the markings, tingling and tickling into his skin beneath the manacles.

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mirabilelectu:

"Excuse me? What, um, what are you doing?"
She looked up slowly, the girl with hair the color of the misty yellow dawn. It fell across her face in gentle waves, stirring in the breeze that danced across my stinging cheeks, revealing piece by piece lips that stood out glaring crimson against porcelain skin and eyes as deep as night. Her gaze seemed to pierce through me across the distance that separated us, and in her silent contemplation I instantly regretted the hasty words that had tumbled so carelessly from my lips.
But it wasn’t anger in her gaze, or fear, only searching. And as she stood in her incongruous dress, with her ridiculous brush, and her impossible stare, a faint smile like the first hint of sun danced on her face. “I’m painting.”
It was the most obvious thing in the world, of course she was painting, couldn’t I see? Didn’t I see the enormous brush dripping with emerald, the bucket overflowing, the plants made shining and new under her masterful strokes? And yet…and yet…
"You painted these plants? All of them?"
She nodded solemnly in spite of smile that still lingered, and I swear, even at that distance, I could smell the scent of wildflowers that seemed to cling to her like dew. My brain felt like it was trapped in a swirling current, struggling against being pulled under into welcoming darkness.
As if she could sense my confusion - and who was to say she could not? - with careful and deliberate movements she swung the enormous brush with the grace of a dancer off of her shoulder and down to earth. Smoothly it arced, dipping softly into the bucket that sat waiting for it and emerging coated in a green so brilliant it should not have been possible. It continued onward, cutting through the dawning light to sweep across the plants below. And once it has passed, oh how they glowed.
"Why?" I whispered, the only word I could find in the face of what I had seen.
The brush continued to move, green blossoming in its wake, and with every swish and bloom her smile grew to match the sun that had just crested over the line of the trees. 
"Because the winter is over. And that means my time has come."

This started out promising, kept being promising, then was awesome.  And still is.  I had the smiling jawdrop thingummy at this.  It’s brilliant.

mirabilelectu:

"Excuse me? What, um, what are you doing?"

She looked up slowly, the girl with hair the color of the misty yellow dawn. It fell across her face in gentle waves, stirring in the breeze that danced across my stinging cheeks, revealing piece by piece lips that stood out glaring crimson against porcelain skin and eyes as deep as night. Her gaze seemed to pierce through me across the distance that separated us, and in her silent contemplation I instantly regretted the hasty words that had tumbled so carelessly from my lips.

But it wasn’t anger in her gaze, or fear, only searching. And as she stood in her incongruous dress, with her ridiculous brush, and her impossible stare, a faint smile like the first hint of sun danced on her face. “I’m painting.”

It was the most obvious thing in the world, of course she was painting, couldn’t I see? Didn’t I see the enormous brush dripping with emerald, the bucket overflowing, the plants made shining and new under her masterful strokes? And yet…and yet…

"You painted these plants? All of them?"

She nodded solemnly in spite of smile that still lingered, and I swear, even at that distance, I could smell the scent of wildflowers that seemed to cling to her like dew. My brain felt like it was trapped in a swirling current, struggling against being pulled under into welcoming darkness.

As if she could sense my confusion - and who was to say she could not? - with careful and deliberate movements she swung the enormous brush with the grace of a dancer off of her shoulder and down to earth. Smoothly it arced, dipping softly into the bucket that sat waiting for it and emerging coated in a green so brilliant it should not have been possible. It continued onward, cutting through the dawning light to sweep across the plants below. And once it has passed, oh how they glowed.

"Why?" I whispered, the only word I could find in the face of what I had seen.

The brush continued to move, green blossoming in its wake, and with every swish and bloom her smile grew to match the sun that had just crested over the line of the trees. 

"Because the winter is over. And that means my time has come."

This started out promising, kept being promising, then was awesome. And still is. I had the smiling jawdrop thingummy at this. It’s brilliant.

random-ficcery:

Welcome to ‘Unconventional Courtship 2014’!

'Unconventional Courtship' is a panfandom fic fest where you write and post a 1000w+ fic based on a M&B/Harlequin plot. Fics will be posted to this community, staggered through May 2014 (from the 1st to the 31st).

How to play:

It’s as simple as:

1. Sign up! All you need to do is comment on this post with the day you want to post your fic. You can tell me which summary/pairing you’re going with, but you don’t have to. You can also ask me to assign you a summary, if you want. (You don’t need a Dreamwidth to play - just comment with OpenID. You will need to ask me to post your fic on the com, though. If you are on DW, please follow the community!)

2. Choose a M&B/Harlequin summary (or two etc) - we have a few suggestions here, but there are literally thousands. You can write more than one fic if you want. You can also combine prompts, if you like.

3. Replace the names (and pronouns if necessary) with the names (and pronouns) of the pairing of your choice. Any any all fandoms and pairings are welcome in this fest.

You can also replace place names and jobs as long as you keep to the spirit of the prompt. So, if you want to write Kirk/Spock, but you don’t want to write a modern day AU, you could replace ‘the Sahara desert’ with ‘a desert planet’ and Kirk wouldn’t need to be the boss at a law firm, he could be the boss… in the sense that he’s the captain.

4. Write a fic based on your altered summary. You can take the prompt seriously or use it as an improbable basis for lols.

4.5. Pimp the fest far and wide. I’m only going to post to coms that I’m already a member of this year, as I was rejected from so many last time, so it is up to you - the players! I’ve re-uploaded the make-your-own banners and of course you can use any that I’ve already made. But please do pimp where ever you think would be appropriate.

5. Post the fic to this community on your assigned day. Use the header provided.

You can also post to our AO3 collection, but please post to the com whatever you do, and please post to the com first.

We ran this fest last year, so you can see some examples of Unconventional Courtship fic by looking through the collection, or earlier in the com.

6. Profit! Fics for all! I’ll post a masterlist once all the entries are in. Crossposting is encouraged.

(Any questions? Leave a comment to THIS POST or PM Aralias at Dreamwidth or email Aralias at heroic.tendencies@gmail.com)

Reblogging for the night crowd/next time zone over. ;D

Welcome to ‘Unconventional Courtship 2014’!

'Unconventional Courtship' is a panfandom fic fest where you write and post a 1000w+ fic based on a M&B/Harlequin plot. Fics will be posted to this community, staggered through May 2014 (from the 1st to the 31st).

How to play:

It’s as simple as:

1. Sign up! All you need to do is comment on this post with the day you want to post your fic. You can tell me which summary/pairing you’re going with, but you don’t have to. You can also ask me to assign you a summary, if you want. (You don’t need a Dreamwidth to play - just comment with OpenID. You will need to ask me to post your fic on the com, though. If you are on DW, please follow the community!)

2. Choose a M&B/Harlequin summary (or two etc) - we have a few suggestions here, but there are literally thousands. You can write more than one fic if you want. You can also combine prompts, if you like.

3. Replace the names (and pronouns if necessary) with the names (and pronouns) of the pairing of your choice. Any any all fandoms and pairings are welcome in this fest.

You can also replace place names and jobs as long as you keep to the spirit of the prompt. So, if you want to write Kirk/Spock, but you don’t want to write a modern day AU, you could replace ‘the Sahara desert’ with ‘a desert planet’ and Kirk wouldn’t need to be the boss at a law firm, he could be the boss… in the sense that he’s the captain.

4. Write a fic based on your altered summary. You can take the prompt seriously or use it as an improbable basis for lols.

4.5. Pimp the fest far and wide. I’m only going to post to coms that I’m already a member of this year, as I was rejected from so many last time, so it is up to you - the players! I’ve re-uploaded the make-your-own banners and of course you can use any that I’ve already made. But please do pimp where ever you think would be appropriate.

5. Post the fic to this community on your assigned day. Use the header provided.

You can also post to our AO3 collection, but please post to the com whatever you do, and please post to the com first.

We ran this fest last year, so you can see some examples of Unconventional Courtship fic by looking through the collection, or earlier in the com.

6. Profit! Fics for all! I’ll post a masterlist once all the entries are in. Crossposting is encouraged.

(Any questions? Leave a comment to THIS POST or PM Aralias at Dreamwidth or email Aralias at heroic.tendencies@gmail.com)

mistyzeo:

patternofdefiance:

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading fanfiction, it’s that clear communication will save you at least three chapters of angst.

AMEN.

OMFG THIS!  ^  THISSSSS!  \o/

museaway:

hipposandeggshells just talked me into writing the reboot!dance club Amok Time fic (aka The Hangover meets pon farr, what?) for the Kirk/Spock Big Bang, assuming it runs this year.

I was going to cut back! At least comedy is much faster for me to write?

I may have popped a rivet.  OMFG. *scampers off squeeing with glee*

Empath!John Fic: Arabella Speaks

belovedmuerto:

belovedmuerto:

belovedmuerto:

So back when I was asking for prompts for ficlets, random-nexus sent me a doozy that I knew I couldn’t do as just a ficlet. So I kept it and then this happened.

This is definitely an AU of, uh, an AU. Because I don’t think I can really write kid!fic. So there’s that. Anyway. Read on.

Here’s the prompt: Empath!John ficlets are ALWAYS awesome. If you need ideas(?) - What if on a case they discovered a youth or child who is an empath similar to John? Maybe in danger because s/he could tell who a murderer was without actually visually witnessing the crime?

I didn’t entirely keep to it, but hopefully this is still pleasing. Story under the cut. I’m not posting it to AO3 just yet because I think it still needs some work, mostly at the end. And I haven’t decided how to post it, what with the AU-ness of it.

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Reblog. Random, have you seen this yet?

reblogging to make it easier for random to find this if she hasn’t already. <3 Hope you like it, bb!

I FOUND IT!  WOOT!  Thank you for taking the trouble to help the clueless Random.  Hee.  THIS WAS AWESOME!  I think it’s better than you think, actually, tbh.  ^5  EXCELLENT!

archiaart:

johnwantsit:

Hi, everybody! Prettyarbitrary here!

This little guy (I mean the blog) is fairly new.  My co-mods and I certainly have enough material to keep it ticking for quite some time, but IT COULD USE YOUR HELP.

I don’t want this to be a voice for just a few of us!  I want it to be your place to share and find the things you love!  I want people to be able to come here to discover new things to your taste, and to feel free to share things that you think other people with your tastes will enjoy.

So feel free to flood the ask box and submissions queue with submissions, recs, fic, art, questions and whatever else your blessed hearts desire!

Cheers!

Please send good bottom!john stuff to johnwantsit.tumblr.com~~~~

We would also like recs for artists, writers, and other creators, who tend to favour bottom!john on their tumblrs, livejournals, AO3 accounts etc. So we can link to them and share the love! uwu <3

PIMPAGE!

mildredandbobbin:

agnesanutter:

OH MY GOD!

I really hope someone (*cough* mildredandbobbin *cough*) uses this in their fic.

bwhwhaa that’s just the kind of encouragement I needed to get writing this morning! I have a fic, I’m not sure if it’s a good fic, it needs some work, but it’s a fic.

*grabbiest of grabby hands*  GIMME GIMME GIMME!!!

Um… please?

atlinmerrick:

Fic:  Limb From Limb
For John Watson it was worth a wound, it was worth many wounds, to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind those sharp, grey eyes.
(Warning for brief violence and homophobia)
(Angst) (NC-17)
  ~ Read more: AO3 | LJ | FF

ZOMFG! This is already so danged awesome!  AND THERE&#8217;S MORE TO COME!  \o/

atlinmerrick:

Fic: Limb From Limb

For John Watson it was worth a wound, it was worth many wounds, to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind those sharp, grey eyes.

(Warning for brief violence and homophobia)

(Angst) (NC-17)

  ~ Read more: AO3 | LJ | FF

ZOMFG! This is already so danged awesome! AND THERE’S MORE TO COME! \o/