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Merlin fucks up the booze run
Forgetting passwords
Leads to new screen-names:
'i prefer citrus'
Say hi sometime. ETA: I just realized I have the wrong number of syllables. :(
5000+ words on the college roommates AU and I have no idea where I'm going with it. I don't want one ship to triumph over the other, and it feels anticlimactic for everyone to say "oh let's just be frenz". It's just that I've mostly been writing this thing as cathartic brain-vomit. I don't get into the fic-constructing frame of mind for it. I go with the flow and don't wonder as much if Arthur would really do that. I worry less about allusions and phrasing, more about taking advantage of momentum. It is sort of like my vacation from my usual style? That said, who wants to take a look at it and bounce ideas with me about where it could go. I'm looking for maybe a few people. To entice you: more excerpt, this time from the very beginning--
And so Lancelot ponced off on study-abroad to the Philippines to study environmental sustainability, and Merlin and Arthur had one more bedroom in their three-bedroom apartment to fill. (“Not cool, mate,” Arthur had grumbled. “We’ve already paid the deposit. You’ve already paid the deposit!”
But someone had dropped out of the Philippines program last-minute and Lancelot was bumped up from the wait-list. He celebrated by going out to the mall and buying a Lonely Planet guide and an English-Tagalog dictionary.
“You’re already studying abroad!” Arthur pointed out peevishly. “Last I checked, America isn’t actually British territory anymore.”
Lancelot went through the books highlighting useful words and tourist sites of particular interest. They would have spring break in late March, and he reckoned he would either go to Boracay or Sagada. What did Arthur and Merlin think? Beaches or mountains?
“Beaches,” Merlin said. “Definitely.”
“Who will be our third roommate?” Arthur demanded.
Boracay it was. Hey, didn’t Arthur own a pair of flippers? Would he mind if Lancelot borrowed them for the semester?
“Yes!” Arthur said. “I fucking mind!”)
And this was how Will became their roommate.
I wonder if this is what writing original characters would feel like. Relying more on your instinct rather than nitpicking their motives, that is. I haven't written originals in such a while, I have forgotten. So let's try something: prompt me for original fiction?
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