OK. I finished my powerpoint for class. I don’t have to leave for another 45 minutes to an hour, so I probably have time to actually answer one of those prompts from like… a week ago. I think I shall do that. ^_^ And when I get home from class, I intend to do the others. If anyone else would like to get in on the action and send prompts, here are the two I’m currently playing with: hurt meme and nonsexual acts of intimacy meme. ^_^
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I was also contemplating working on those other three prompts I still have left, but I just wrote 23 pages worth of critical article reviews and TBH… I’m all writed out for the night. O_o;;;
BUT, since I will have time in the next couple of days, I think, here are the two prompt lists in case anyone else wants to submit one: platonic intimacy prompts and the hurt meme. ^_^ Feel free to send me prompts! ^_^
For the nonsexual intimacy meme: Jehan and Grantaire ♥:Reacting to the other one crying about something :)
Oops. Sorry, @kingesstropolis, this ran away with me a little. ;D
If anyone else wants to send prompts, feel free!
Jehan paused in the hallway, poised to open the door to his room. That noise… Turning away from his own door, he edged down the hall towards Grantaire’s. As he edged closer, the sound of someone softly sobbing became unmistakable. He hesitated, torn between the need to help and the need to leave Grantaire his privacy, but in the end, he knocked quietly on the door.
The sounds of crying immediately ceased.
Not to be put off by Grantaire playing turtle, Jehan knocked again. “R… I know you’re in there. I can hear you. Is everything all right?”
A creak of bedsprings then, and a quickly muffled curse. Jehan waited, heart in his throat, for Grantaire’s answer. Grantaire’s voice, when it finally came, was thick with those tears that had stopped so precipitously upon Jehan’s knock. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fi—“
A rise in pitch now, a hint of frantic desperation around the edges. “Really, Jehan, I’m fine. Just… it’s nothing, OK?”
Not one to be deterred, especially when he hadn’t been asked to leave, Jehan squared his shoulders. “I’m coming in, R. If you don’t want me there, now’s the time to get up and lock the door.” When a count of twenty had passed with no sounds of movement from inside Grantaire’s room, Jehan slowly pushed open the door. The sight that met his eyes was… not the one which had been expected.
Grantaire was curled up in the corner of his bed, the stuffed manatee that had been a gift from Jehan clutched to his chest, and the light from his laptop monitor throwing the tears tracks on his cheeks into glistening relief. Jehan edged closer, easing around to see what Grantaire had seen that had made him so upset.
The computer was paused on a Youtube video, “Homeward Bound : The Incredible Journey (partial ending).” In the frame was an American Bulldog, hunched over and peering through broken wooden slats at the top of a muddy embankment. Jehan jerked back, then reached out to cuff Grantaire on the back of the head. “R! You know better!”
Grantaire cringed, arms already lifted to cover his head. “I know, I know! I’m sorry. I was watching kitten videos and I got sucked into a Youtube spiral and, the next thing I knew, I was here! I swear, I didn’t leave you out on purpose!”
Jehan crossed his arms over his chest, a tight scowl on his face as he stared down at Grantaire’s cringing form. Finally, he shook his head and said, “Fine. If we’re going to do this, then we’re going to do it right. I’ll go get the DVD and you make the popcorn.”
An hour later when Feuilly returned home, it was to find both of his roommates curled up on the living room couch, clutching their favorite stuffed animals, and sobbing like they were at the funeral of a beloved friend. He didn’t even have to look to know what would be playing on the TV. With a fond smile and a roll of his eyes, he simply climbed over the back of the couch and settled in between them, resigned to the wet shirt he would end up with when Jehan and Grantaire got done with him. After all… what were friends for?
@kingesstropolis
replied to your post “Oh. Of course. NOW, I get an idea for a Barricade Day fic. *twitch*…”
*eagerly waits* I am ON BOARD for this. I will wait till next years’ Barricade Days if I must!
😀 YAY!! Seriously, the idea walloped me during the wedding scene at LM this afternoon, but it was kind of a nebulous “Courfeyrac at Marius’ wedding” kind of thing? And then on the train home, my brain went “LET’S FIGURE IT OUT” and then the next thing I knew, I was plotting the next LM x HL fic. ^_^
I AM EXCITED TO WRITE THE THING. XD
Oh.
Of course.
NOW, I get an idea for a Barricade Day fic.
*twitch*
Well… tomorrow is still part of Barricade Days. I guess I’ll see what I can do then. Definitely not going to happen tonight, though. 😛
(For anyone curious, it’s another installment of my LM x HL ‘verse. ^_~)
AW. ^_____^ Thank you! It definitely has sentimental reasons to me, too, for being our friendship fic. ^____^ I’m glad you still remember it that fondly! *big hugs*
I have written exactly nothing for Barricade Day. For the second year in a row. *sigh*
On the upside, I did cave in and buy a ridiculously overpriced ticket to see Les Mis tomorrow. Since it will be the last time (probably for a long while) that I’ll be able to go see it on Barricade Day. So, that’s not nothing.
If I am so moved, or I have the energy, I may try to get something written for Monday, since it’s technically still Barricade Day, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. 😛
I also don’t have a special queue planned for tomorrow.
I utterly fail at Barricade Day this year. -.-;;; Sorry guys!
Oh gosh. Someone favorited a thing and started following it and me on ff.net and I went to look who it was and I’m like… I KNOW THAT NAME and it was exactly who I thought it was and the point is that I’m having massive squeaking nostalgia for my time in the Mighty Ducks fandom, right now. And I want to write all the fic for my boys. I miss them. And everyone I knew in those days.
AAAAAAAAH~~~~~~~~
I REALLY DO. TT^TT
(Don’t mind me. I have these massive fits of MD fandom nostalgia at least once a year. *wistful sigh* I’m good. Really. I’m good. -.-;;; Anyway, if any of you out there are long ago readers of my And the Fox… fic – hi? And feel free to stop by while I’m feeling nostalgic? ^_^)
You’re such a stunning person and a talented writer!!! What’s the thing you’re proudest of having written? You have plenty of awesome stuff to choose from :)
OH MY GOSH, NONNY. *blush* ^_^ I have no idea what prompted this, but thank you so much! ^_____^
As for the thing I’m proudest of having written, I’d say it probably changes fairly often, actually. I don’t think there’s really one thing that I’m proudest of writing, but there will be small pieces of a lot of different stories that I’m proud of, moments that I thought I really accomplished what I set out to do with a piece of writing, you know?
A few of the pieces that stick out in my mind, atm, though, since you asked… ^_~
I’m pretty proud of No Man Is An Island, particularly the first chapter. I was aiming for a particular style of writing – lyrical & folklore-ish – and I think I actually managed it. I’m not sure I’ve held onto it in recent chapters, but at least in the beginning, it sounds very much how I wanted it to sound. ^_^
The middle section of the most recent chapter of Muet – This was the first thing I wrote after discovering what filter words were and it was my first attempt to consciously remove them from my writing. And I feel like in doing so, I finally achieved that dark, noir feel that I’d been aiming for with this story all along. (Word of warning to anyone who isn’t following this story already – it’s dark. VERY dark. Please head the warnings. O_o;;;)
And finally, any list of stories I’m proud of has to include To Make His Mistress Laugh. It was the first LM story I wrote once I’d started actually reading the brick and thus realized exactly how much fanon I’d allowed myself to believe was canon up until that point. This was one of those stories where I tried to turn it around and set it right and I’m still pretty proud of it for that. Also because Bahorel. And because I’m still inordinately fond of the pairing I ended up writing for this fic and I think I captured the voice of the other half of the ship better here than I ever have in any other story. ^_^
There are probably others, in other fandoms, most of them very small, but these are probably the most recent. ^_^
Thank you, again, nonny! You totally made my night with this message! ^_____^
Damn it. I was finally over this morning enough to start trying to do something. So, I started writing. I was on a roll. But that damned left pinky finger still fucking hurts every time I hit a key with it and it’s getting to the point where it’s unbearable. Fuck. So much for writing, I guess. *sigh*
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