Hello friend,

First of all, thanks for writing for me! I love haunted houses and devoted monsters. I'm not really interested in porn. If it's there, cool! But I don't need it. My definite DNWs are kidfic and mundane/modern AU please.


My prompts can fall into a few categories:

1) HORROR
My ideal horror stories are House of Leaves, The Haunting of Hill House, and Lake Mungo. I like the creeping dread, the places that look like Escher designed them drunk, genius loci, not knowing if something is real or not, being the only person for miles around, and all kinds of forests. I'm thinking mostly of Supernatural and Narnia for this.

2) ADVENTURE
I'm thinking more of a Stranger Things or Indiana Jones vibe. There are horror elements, but it is mostly an adventure! Friendship, capers, and quest objects. I'm thinking of Red Dead Redemption, Welcome to Night Vale, and Fallout for this, but for some of my RDR prompts I can definitely see how more horror can work.

3) STEPHEN BLACK AND MRS BRANDY
if you write about Stephen Black and Mrs Brandy, please make it happy ;___;


Well, that's about it. Have fun!

When I watched Strange World, within the first 15 minutes I was like hmm this musta gotten as much hate from Certain People as Lightyear did. Unsurprisingly I really enjoyed it. What a lovely message too!

ey, anyone into Mass Effect. I just finished my Legendary Edition playthrough, which is also the first time I have played any Mass Effect at all. cryin. ( spoilers, and uhhh spoilers for red dead redemption 2 too i guess )

Would you be so kind as to rec me Mass Effect fics please thank you kindly

 

Dear Santa!

( i want a pony )

 Idk what I was expecting when I searched for 'dreamwidth' in the app store, but there is no Dreamwidth app. That's not surprising. There is, however, a Livejournal app.

Anyway, the other day I rewatched Merlin, the Hallmark miniseries version, and that shit is still fucking baller, man. Sam Neill and Isabella Rossellini and Helena Bonham Carter! Also Sebastian Roche was there. Sam Neill's Merlin had hella Obi-Won vibes. Sure, the effects are cheesy looking now, but in middle school I thought they were just marvelous. After watching The Sandman, the theme of where gods come from is still forefront in my mind. No wonder I turned out the way I did. At 13, everything felt like a revelation. In my formative years, I learned that magic is half inspiration, half dedication. When they all literally turn their back on Mab, my heart was in my throat again. The power of belief, the shadow of memory, anchored by stories.

Speaking of Sandman! Twenty five years in development hell was probably worth it to give time for the special effects to catch up. I CANNOT WAIT FOR BARBIE'S ARC.

So far, there's only this. But if you don't know how to write the story yet, then tell yourself a story about the story, so here's what I got:

It opens on a bonfire. Most people are a few beers in, and the loudest conversation is Sean and Lenny arguing about the likelihood of reincarnation. Do you think we're born the exact same people we used to be? What about history and circumstance? How would they affect? Javier says no, we get one life - this one. It's why it's so precious. And Lenny says okay, but what if the one life is shit? Like, a giant stinking pile of shit. Karen is the voice of exasperated optimism: is this life so bad they're already thinking of the next one?

Hosea chimes in with a quote. He can't remember the source, and Arthur says that means he's making it up. "Optimism is the belief that the life we're in is the best possible version; pessimism fears this is true."  Hosea turns to the newcomer and tries to draw him out. "What do you think, Charles?"

Charles was content to soak in the ambience. All attention is on him now, not necessarily looking for an answer, but just generally gawking at fresh meat. Or at least, that's how he feels. Charles sighs. "I don't know, I haven't really given it much thought.  Too busy worrying about this life to think about the next."

The conversation moves on from him, so he relaxes. Everyone has an opinion, or at the very least more questions. What if this life is a gift? What if our worst life is over?

Arthur says, "Can't be. We still have to eat Pearson's cooking in this one."

Javier finishes tuning his guitar. The first song has no words, just triplets of minor chords as the fire crackles and pops.  By the fifth song, though, even Charles is singing along.

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Charles's car is fifteen years old, and it's full of his dad's blues and jazz CDs. His favorite memory of his father is when he taught Charles how to play the harmonica. He only remembers a handful of songs, but he still listens to Oscar Peterson all the time. 

Two voicemails on his phone and Charles is being a coward again. The easiest thing to do with his dad has always been to run away. He supposes that's why he's here. He's just not sure if it's going to work this time. Charles keeps thinking his father is not long for this world, but he's been thinking that since he turned thirteen. He is wrong every time. Amos Smith is not a perfect man, but he is full of surprises. You just never know whether they're going to be good or bad.

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idk, i feel really adamant that in my modern day au charles has at least one parent around oKAY. anyway, for real, harmonica!charles. harmonica!charles, sea shanty version.

This was mostly just going to be me compiling characterization notes for myself. Somewhere along the way it turned into ~2300 of gen fic about Charles joining the gang. It's unbeta'ed and I haven't written anything since 2017, so please excuse the creaky joints. I'm happy to have finally finished something though. The conversation between Lenny and Dutch is mostly lifted from their actual camp conversation. If any of the race stuff is badly done, please let me know and I will fix it.



( devil makes three lyric goes here )

I crosspost to twoskeletons. If by some chance one of my fics happens to inspire you, feel freeeeee to do whatever with them, including but not limited to podfic, art, writing in 'verses, remix, etc! All I ask is that you link me so I can see. :)


Last updated: July 20, 2012.

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All my fanmixes can be found under this tag.

( a lot of fic ).

 1. retirement for my dad isn't relaxation. that doesn't seem to be his dream. the dreams he is realizing, the ones he's pursuing now that he has the time and funds to, is to serve. in his twilight years, he seems to be getting his internal ducks in a row. finding order, finding peace in this way. he's working on a panel that approves climate change grants in southeast asia. he gives workshops to university students on how to improve their grant proposals for future projects. he's donating our old house to an orphanage and naming it for my mom, in honor of my grandparents. this moves me. i didn't get along with my mom, but i predict my dad will go through the rest of his life naming every good and beautiful thing in his life for her. our house, the stars, the sea - he'll call them by her name just so she is still in this world with him. the stars come back every night. the waters rise. he knows this. that's why he persists.

2. and then me. and then my love, and all the things i'd name for him. isn't it rude to want to measure joy? i'm curious yet content. a handful of secret names and a collection of habits curated over the course of almost half a life. the habit of constant and casual intimacy. my hand sliding along his forearm as i pass by. eye contact across a room then we kiss the air at each other at the exact same time because that's what muscle memory does. a certain angle of the head means kiss me. a casual kiss on the forehead as we carry dirty glasses to the kitchen is a thoughtless throwaway thing, too ubiquitous to be high in value. but we value it, which is the same as how we have it, which is the same thing as years of learning how to do this, knowing we'll never get it perfect but too deeply a part of one another to care. the bedroom is a mess. i like to hold him when the sun flickers gold on our white walls. i like to hold him when i can hear the rain outside. all my favorite stories are now rooted in this. a long-learned guilt says it's arrogance, that one day i'll pay for all this happiness. everyone who ever resented me will rejoice when i am hurt. i can't stop it; it leaks through in my beliefs. it leaks through in the stories i tell. i love you, i'm home. i love you i love you i love you and i'm home. if i keep this at arm's length for fear of losing it, i'll regret it. i know i'll regret it. he wakes up to kiss me, then burrows into my neck and goes back to sleep. this is what i use to remind me that life goes on, that it waits for me no matter what. and that's why i persist.

Dear author,

First of all, thanks for being here! I'm pumped to read whatever it is you wanna write about the things I wanna read! I basically fell in love with Canada's top line over the WCoH so my prompts have something of a theme...

Unsurprisingly, for any combination of Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand/Sidney Crosby that I've requested, I'd love something WCoH-centric. Slices of life before, during, and after the tournament. But also, before the tournament, Sid and Marchy have been working out together during the summers in Nova Scotia for the past few years, and I'd love something about their growing relationship over the years. I love hometown feelings, the comfort being on your own turf. idk if there's rivalry between Cole Harbour and Hammonds Plains or what, lol (though that would be great), but I'd love stuff like them showing each other where they skated as kids and where they hung out, stuff like that. Speaking of which, Bergy came to Halifax before the WCoH to bond and skate around, so that's prime fodder for that kind of thing right there. But bonding during the tournament or celebrating the win, those are all A+ too.

Whether it's threesome, or two of them are together and the third one knows or finds out, or two of them are together and no one else knows, I'm up for it! What else do I love, I love emotional game description e.g. what was going through their heads when Marchy scored the GWG short-handed. That "thrill of victory, agony of defeat" stuff, not always the details but how they galvanize the players and open floodgates for them - I eat it up with a spoon. It's been such a tremendous summer for Marchy in general, and it would be such a great bonus for me if you touched on that. Coming from a 37-goal season to win 2 golds, one of which you won playing on the same line with your BFF and your hometown boy? I cry. Marchy is my fave, so if you cast the spotlight a little more on him, that'd be a great bonus.

On a Bergy/Marchy note, Bergy said that he wasn't really worried that Marchy was gonna leave the Bruins by the time they got to final contract negotiations, but I'd be curious about the journey they took to how they both got to be this confident in Marchy's decision. The worry and uncertainty and wondering if they're gonna lose each other at the same time that they're stumbling to each other. Also, unrelatedly, I found this in my notes somewhere: DONT PLAY POND HOCKEY ON THE HAUNTED POND OR YOU'LL HAVE TO GO THRU SOME ORPHEUS-ASS SHIT TO GET YOUR BOYFRIEND BACK. So that's another prompt. I would love that premise for Marchy/Bergy, except with a happier ending lol

On Sid/Marchy note, this thing on my tumblr. On a general note, hockey's pretty much all I tumbl about these days so if you're curious to see how I feel about stuff and things, go ahead and click through.

To go to the other side of the spectrum, the AU that I've been thinking about a lot is one of them is a forest spirit and their woods are in danger of being clear-cut, so the other person (or people, if it's OT3) tries to stop this travesty. Or! A sailor(s) keeps getting lost at sea, and they figure out that it's because one of the stars he navigates by is missing from the sky. The star is the other half/third of the ship.

A belated DNW that I forgot to add on my sign-up: please don't use real life WAGs or Tyler Seguin. I've enjoyed and written fics with both, but I'm not feeling it for this specific challenge. <33

So yeah! Use and/or discard these prompts as your inspiration sees fit! I don't mean to get specific, just want to give you as many jumping-off points as possible so that you can find the one that suits you best! Good luck, author, and thanks again!

xoxo Las

Most of the background of this happened in an email, which I'll collate and post later, but I think you can get it without context.

( NOTFIC: reilly smith has the meeps feat. patrice and brad )