syllic: ([genkill] assured of this)
Dear Writer,

First of all, thank you for offering to write in these fandoms. I had a great Yuletide last year and am really looking forward to this year.

Second, this letter is long as hell. Read what is helpful! Ignore what is not!

Okay. I'll get "do not wants" out of the way first: gore, extreme violence, rape or abuse, hatred, cruelty, discrimination, or seeing a character face unrelenting injustice. I would strongly prefer a story that does not end in, or exclusively deal with, death and/or sadness. Even the mention of death after a full, happy life in fic makes me a bit sad; I appreciate that a world with no death is unrealistic, but fic is a place where I can escape that at the moment.

Things I enjoy! Found families and teams and groups of people working their way through life together, pining that resolves, dorks, epistolary fic of all sorts, strong friendships based on a sense of utter trust and knowledge of each other, crossovers, dangerously competent people, grew-up-together fic, curtainfic, supernatural creatures (why not), hijinks and shenanigans-dialogue, kidfic, Regency AUs, friends who are trying to figure out how to love each other in a new way (and it's awkward but great).

Trope on, Tropey McTroperson: amnesia, woke-up-married, pretend-to-be-dating, pretend-not-to-be-dating, arranged marriage, best friends who somehow can’t communicate with each other even though they’re horrifically in love, the-enemy-of-my-enemy-is-fuck-you-only-I-get-to-antagonise-that-person-I-will-smite-all-other-enemies fic. I’m cool with A/B/O and mpreg if that’s the story that calls to you, though they're not my preferred tropes.

If you’re writing sex, I can genuinely get into pretty much every kink that doesn’t involve scat or vomit or severe bodily harm or diapers or infantilising. I like healthy and respectful explorations of sexual power dynamics, in all their forms. I also enjoy plain old-fashioned lurve making. Also, makeouts 4 lyfe.

If you have specific questions about me, nicolasechs, best of wives is your woman.

Onward to the specific fandoms:

In Eroica, I love Klaus and Dorian’s uneasy but effective cooperation, and the utter competence they each bring to their jobs. I love the notion that they’re best together (not necessarily romantically) even when they don’t quite see it or understand it. I love what I interpret to be Klaus’ life of quiet rebellion—his hair and his fuck-you-Chief attitude—and what that means for him in terms of finding a space in which to live in the world. I like Dorian’s merry band of thieves, and I love the idea that Dorian reveals a kind of maturity when he looks after them. I like the Alphabet’s devotion to Klaus and what that says about what kind of human being he must be under all the shouting. I like to think about how Dorian might be able to quietly guide Klaus through some new experience—emotional or sexual or professional—in a quiet way that surprises Klaus, or about how Klaus might learn from Dorian being loud, not because he likes it but because Dorian has things to teach.

A situation where Klaus and Dorian work with another set of partners and realise that they are also partners—despite what they might think—as a result would be really fun. Klaus-finds/is given/mysteriously procures-a-child-and-Dorian-incompetently-helps-him-look-after-it-(not-necessarily-as-a-couple), if that’s your thing? (I can’t imagine how he would possibly cope but if you can, power to you.) They’re both older and are tired of how much work it is to be Iron Klaus and Eroica (Klaus/Dorian gets some young new subordinate and the two of them catch themselves rolling their eyes at each other like fuck me, this kid). Klaus has to go undercover as an art historian and Dorian is a total shit when Klaus calls him for help to teach him the basics!

Fuck, fic where they've ended up unwilling friends, and maybe Dorian is teaching at university, or helping to curate a small and exclusive gallery, and Klaus is supervising the training of young agents, and they call or write each other to gripe and Klaus cannot believe this idiot has actually become the most important person in his life. Maybe then they fall in love, if that's your thing as well as mine.

(A quick final note on this fandom: I am aware that it's canon-compliant to set Eroica fic in a world that isn't great about queer people and queer relationships; I would prefer a story that didn't deal heavily or exclusively with homophobia, though.)


Scrotal Recall: So I wrote Scrotal Recall fic last year (I will never call this show by its new name. Never!) and I had such a wonderful time writing it that it made me realise just how much I loved the show. I love the friendship between Luke, Evie, and Dylan, and how they're all failboating through life as a family of sorts. I love how willing the show is to explore the vulnerable or earnest side of people and relationships—sometimes people are painfully earnest, but that's okay, even if it makes you want to die inside.

I have only requested Luke, though I would be happy to see the other nominated (or even not-nominated) characters. I love seeing Luke be a good friend; I'd love to see Luke be happy. A completely self-indulgent prompt: I'd love to see the Phoebe incident be reimagined in a way that doesn't take away from what Luke learns from it, but which has Phoebe alive at the end. I think it would be amazing to see Luke try to make space for Phoebe in his life in a way that includes Dylan and his and Phoebe's past relationship (as well as Evie).

I'm interested in what led Luke to the moment at the end of season 1, and in the fall-out of the pub incident; I'm interested in Mumcut and how Luke got to where he is as a person. My fic last year dealt with the bucket list, but I'd love to find out more about it from someone else's perspective.

I'd love to see Luke's balls-to-the-wall approach to talking to others (I think he'd call it "balls to the wall", every time) crash hard into him liking someone and not knowing quite what to do: trying to fake it 'til he makes it and then realising he needs some help, maybe? I'd love a quiet moment of friendship between him and any of the other characters in the show. Lately I've been thinking I'd really be into Evie, Dylan, and Luke realising the three of them do better together than apart, though I'm still working around to figuring out how their three very different personalities would mesh in a relationship. If you know this already, I would love to find out.


I Want to Go Home: I loved these books as a kid, and basically wanted to be Gordon Korman, child writer, as much as I wanted pretty much anything in life. The things I like best—to this day, as a grown-ass adult woman—are the wonderful zaniness of pretty much every plot he has, and the totally improbable (but, let's face it, so appealing) mega-competence of his protagonists.

If you're writing something set during canon, I'd love to see a moment between Mike and Rudy where Rudy allows himself to not be too cool for school for a hot second and allows himself to show real appreciation for Mike. If that takes the form of Mike making an integral contribution to one of their schemes, to Rudy's surprise and delight, all the better. It'd be great to see Mike teach Rudy something, or even the other way around: Rudy seems to know how to do everything, but he isn't the most generous with his knowledge, and it'd be really lovely to see him learn how to share what he knows with someone, and how to be patient (for a moment, because let's face it: Rudy Miller isn't going to be patient for anyone in the long term) and see it pay off. Anything where they write each other letters after camp would be wonderful for me, and if they're awkwardly confessing their love, well—A++. It's totally fine if they're not, though: I'd just like to see them stay in each other's lives.

If you don't want to write about camp, I love the idea that Mike and Rudy stay in touch and continue to build lives that are parallel and involve the other for many years after that summer. I think they're made for each other: if they're building a life romantically, I will be delighted, but I also think they would become the kind of bone-deep support for each other that wouldn't really go away, not through anything, and I'd love to see that friendship explored. If they're not together, I'd love to see one or the other dealing with something difficult and the other bringing his own brand of comfort—actual comfort, or not-at-all comfort—to the other. I'd love to see a moment where Rudy slows down (maybe because he has to? Or because he's finally ready to?) in his accomplishments or career, and sees how there's wisdom in Mike's patience and ability to go with the flow. I would love a fic where they have each other's backs in a professional setting, or maybe where Mike has... secretly turned out to be more successful than Rudy, and Rudy has a moment first of realisation and then of true happiness for him?

I basically love that Rudy makes space and time for Mike when he basically has no space or time for anyone; I think the same is true of Mike—he has space and time for plenty of people, but he makes a particular space and has particular time for Rudy. Anything that explores that will make me very happy; feel free to bring in any other characters, too.


Pitch: I started watching this show a few weeks ago with a cautious set of expectations, and I have really, really enjoyed it so far. It makes me so happy to see an idea with which fic has actually been playing around for a long time—about what it might be like to be an incredibly talented woman in an exclusively male sport—and do it well.

I have nominated Ginny, Mike, and Blip for the particular reason that there's something about their possible shared dynamic that fascinates me (but I wouldn't mind you playing with whatever combination of these three characters inspires you the most). As you can probably tell from all of these prompts, I love moments of generous instruction between individuals, and I was so fucking happy to see Blip point Mike in the right direction when it came to being the kind of teammate that Ginny deserves. Anything that continues to explore that would fill me with joy: I'd love to know why it is that Blip has Ginny's back so fully (is it his genuine decency and generosity? The fact that Evelyn took him aside and gave him his own talking-to, hard? That he saw Ginny's dedication first-hand, like Mike did? Some combination of all of these things, or something else?), and I'd really to see him teach Mike how to see with... clearer eyes. Better eyes, honestly. I'd love any moment of siblinghood between Blip and Ginny, or maybe Ginny trying to teach Blip and Mike something (baseball-related or otherwise) and having them both fail utterly at it?

I have to admit that early exposure to Mark-Paul Gosselaar has kind of put me in a place where I wouldn't mind if Mike and Ginny got it on. I know that'd be difficult given what we know about Ginny so far, and there'd have to be a lot of negotiation for it to be good for them both, but... I'm into it. Future fic where he's retired and Ginny's house-husband would be A-okay by me.

Finally, anything with Ginny will make me happy. I don't know enough about her and I want to learn where her vulnerable parts are and how she got that frame of steel, and I want to see her really carve out her place in the team (with others ideally stepping up and helping make a space for her).

(I should mention that if Ginny/Blip is what calls to you, I'd really appreciate seeing Evelyn treated super respectfully, and no infidelity, please.)


Finally, in this long-ass letter, Stranger Things! Like almost everyone who is a child of the 80s, I loved this show a fuckton. I put off watching it and then binge-watched the whole thing in one day, and I regret nothing.

The thing I love most about the show is its atmosphere: I love that 80s trope of kids (and teenagers) existing in a space separate from adults (and a little outside of time), basically being competent scientists and fighters and just really... excellent to each other. I nominated Eleven, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin because I really wanted to see something with the younger kids, but I would be really happy to see any other character make an appearance, and I'd also be happy if you played around with whatever kid-character combination worked for you.

If adventure fic where the kids continue to tackle the terrifying forces in their midst works for you, delightful, but I'd be just as happy to figure out how Lucas, Mike, Dustin (and Will) became friends, or to see Eleven and Lucas, or Eleven and Dustin, have a good moment of understanding that we didn't get to see on screen. I would LOVE to see a world ten years later where Eleven is back and the kids are young adults who are still close and trying to figure out life: it's a lot to ask, but I would lovelovelove to see that world ten years in the future with a side helping of the gang trying to figure out a mystery (maybe they've become... experts of the Upside Down and the paranormal, of a sort?), but dealing with the complications that come with being an adult who can't hide someone under a table in the basement (or, well, I suppose you could).

If Eleven comes back, any moment of... stillness between the kids would be great: for all her superhero powers, for all her strength, she's still just a kid, and at this point she's a kid who's killed a bunch of people. How do the others deal with that? How do they make her feel like she's one of them anyway? How do she and Will connect in particular ways because of what they've seen, and how do the others feel about that bond?

To get back to atmosphere, I would love to see anything that explores how the kids (and the teenagers, if you like) of the show deal with the quiet creepiness that hangs over their town, which they've now seen. I'd love to see Eleven return, and to see fic exploring what it would mean for the other four to try and make sure she was safe and had a family and anything approaching the life of a normal kid—maybe with the help of some of the adults? I basically want to see walkie-talkie shenanigans until the day I die (maybe an entity fries the cell phones owned by everyone at the Upside Down paranormal detective agency in the future, but... the walkie-talkies, sitting in a box in the office, mysteriously still work?).

Finally, I mentioned epistolary fic right at the top, and I wonder: once Eleven is gone, do letters maybe start appearing in Mike's and Dustin's and Lucas' (and Will's) families' mailboxes? Dusty, misspelled, full of weird made-up words, authorship absolutely clear? Is Eleven asking for help through the weave between worlds, and if so: how are they going to get her back?

Yuletide writer, I've written a lot—as is my wont—but I hope that's inspiring or helpful: my verbal vomit does not in any way mean to be prescriptive, and, most of all, I hope you will write a story you really enjoy. I will enjoy it immensely too.

Thank you so much, and happy Yule!
syllic: ([sga] ronon how i love you)
To begin, this is my first DW post since the year of our lorde 2009, I think.

I am excited about that, and also about this entire exchange. Thank you for offering these characters and these fandoms.

This letter is incredibly long; please don't feel like you have to heed any of it. It's mostly a feelsfest about these characters I love: characters that you, lovely assigned writer/artist person, hopefully love too. I also realise my letter is biased toward fic; please rest assured I would be thrilled to receive art. As someone who really has very limited artistic skills, I think I skew toward what I know in this letter, but art is wonderful and amazing and powerful, and would be a gift. I've tried to say as much about art I would enjoy as an avid visual consumer with no talent can!

Stolen from letters past: I’ll get the “things I don’t enjoy at all” out of the way first. They are: gore/extreme violence/rape/abuse/hatred/cruelty/discrimination/unrelenting injustice.

I would strongly prefer a story that does not end in, or exclusively deal with, death and/or sadness. I’ll go ahead and share a thing of mine, which is that They Lived A Happy Life Until One of Them Died But the Emphasis of This Fic Was on Their Happy Life, So Think of That fic tends to hit me right in the gut and haunt me for days. I get that death is an inevitable part of life—and art—but fic is my unrealistic happy place, I guess. I have read fic like that in the past and found it powerful, but I don’t prefer it.

On to the things I enjoy (exclamation point). Found families and teams and groups of people working their way through life together, pining that resolves, dorks, epistolary fic of all sorts, strong friendships based on a sense of utter trust and knowledge of each other, crossovers, women who know who they are and take no prisoners, women who are figuring out who they are and take no prisoners, women who take prisoners because that's life sometimes, curtainfic, supernatural creatures (why not), hijinks and shenanigans-dialogue, the-enemy-of-my-enemy-is-fuck-you-only-I-get-to-antagonise-that-person-I-will-smite-all-other-enemies, kidfic, Regency, friends-to-lovers, AUs, dangerously competent people, grew-up-together fic.

Trope on, Tropey McTroperson: amnesia, woke-up-married, pretend-to-be-dating, pretend-not-to-be-dating, arranged marriage, best friends who have seen each other through every awkward phase and come out in love.

If you’re writing sex, I can genuinely get into pretty much every kink that doesn’t involve scat or vomit or severe bodily harm or diapers or infantilising. I like healthy and respectful explorations of sexual power dynamics, in all their forms. I also enjoy plain old-fashioned lurve making. Also, makeouts 4 life.

In art, I love bold colours and bold strokes; I am equally fond of sparse, clean lines as I am of lush, crowded canvases (which I appreciate is slightly contradictory). I love art that captures people in a moment—a certain twist of the mouth, a light in the eyes, a freeze-frame of their limbs as they realise something. All media are okay, of course! And stealing something directly from the lovely stepquietly: "And if you feel you want to leave an explanatory note, that's great too, particularly if this is something where you've done something specific and would like to point to it. (I'd love that, actually.)"

If you have specific questions about me, nicolasechs, best of wives is your woman.

Onward to the specific fandoms/characters I have requested:

Inception, Yusuf:
Like many people (I think) who got into this fandom from its... inception (sorry; I started writing this sentence and then), I was fascinated by the idea behind dreamsharing: how had it been developed? How common, really, was the seemingly common knowledge about it? Were there still people out there experimenting to see what else could be done with it? I know a lot of these questions were answered canonically by things like DVD extras, but I never looked at those things, and to me it's still a completely open, intriguing set of possibilities.

Of all the people in the film, Yusuf and Ariadne were the only ones who seemed as fascinated as I was, but where Ariadne was fascinated because she was a new arrival, I always got the sense Yusuf had Seen Shit, and was still intrigued and amazed by dreamsharing every day. I don't think his intelligence got explored anywhere near enough; I don't think I would ever get tired of hearing about how he came to host(? run? participate in?) a dream den in Mombasa; I want to know why he'd agree to Cobb's demand that they all do something as patently stupid as crime-dream three levels deep while heavily sedated—was it really because Cobb offered him his share?

For art: I loved the possibilities that the film opened in terms of being able to put the characters everywhere; I loved many of the Mombasa sequences. I love the sharpness of Yusuf's gaze, contrasted with the softness of his face.

Basically, Yusuf. Being curious. Fleshed out (which is the whole point of this challenge, I guess). I would love to see more of him, wherever that takes you: whether it's to a piece only about Yusuf or to something that explores his relationship(s) with someone else (whether they're a film character or an OC).

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sam Wilson:
SAM. My most favourite level-headed person in a sea of dramatic, fucking ridiculous assholes.

I love the... absolute certainty of self that Sam exhibits, and the way he becomes an orienting force for the people around him, who can barely wipe their own asses half the time (Natasha excepted). I appreciate the way he is able to commit to a cause (or, let's be real, to a person) because it/they call to him in some fundamental way, because he thinks it matters. I lived for every moment in Civil War when Sam was the voice of, "Are you children fucking kidding me?" (I mean, it was implied, I felt), and I appreciated the brotherly, steady acceptance he showed Bucky (and the shit he gave him). Sam, to me, is generous from the moment he appears in Winter Soldier, and I have a not-insignificant crush on him for it.

I'd love—love—a fic where Sam makes his way to the Avengers in some alternate way, maybe because someone at S.H.I.E.L.D. identified that Falcon was living a quiet life and thought they could make use of him (only to find out no-one "makes use" of Sam Wilson if he doesn't damn well want to be made use of). I would love to see something exploring his time at the VA. I have endless time for Sam and Natasha, and like many people I think Steve Rogers could do no better than Sam (though Sam could definitely do better than Steve, in lots of ways).

Visually, I loved every moment in the films where Sam's body and face said a million things while he stood loyally by other people making stupid decisions.

If you are intrigued by both Sam and T'Challa, SO AM I, and I would love fic/art that deals with the two of them: how they're making sense of the post-Civil War world; what happens when Sam is finally able to ask all the questions about cats that are clearly behind his eyes every time he looks T'Challa's way.

Basically: Sam Wilson, living.

Psych, Gus
So I started watching Psych one weird, rainy afternoon because an episode was on Sky at my parents' house, and it has subsequently been a comfort go-to for me during different periods of my life. When I finished my first binge-watch (back in the days before binging was easy) of I think the first two seasons, I went online and found a bunch of Shawn/... Lassiter fic? I was not surprised surprised, but I was firmly in the realm of what the fuck as I clicked through the (short) reclists.

Grew-up-together, can-read-each-other-in-the-eyebrows shit is so deeply in my id (I think it probably has something to do, simultaneously, with being a kind of lonely/under-understood kid and having a really close relationship with my brother) that I can't even express it. It's why I'm drawn to Bucky/Steve despite how problematic it can be, and it's EVERYTHING I love about Psych.

Anything with kid!Gus and Shawn would be swell. Gus and Shawn falling in love is sweller. Gus essentially being endlessly patient but also helplessly drawn to Shawn's ridiculousness; Gus hanging out with Mr. Spencer. Gus' boring job at the pharma company: he's secretly incredibly successful, which is why he can get away with so much shit, and saving for his and Shawn's retirement because he knows someone is going to have to fund their shenanigans when they're in walkers (I know canonically we've seen Gus' bosses being unhappy with him, but maybe he's secretly his bosses' boss?).

Things I love visually about the show: the ridiculous use of space when Shawn and Gus are crammed in cars and closets and in awkward situations, eyes wild as the camera swoops in on them. The colours of Santa Barbara (well, "Santa Barbara") and the way they made use of architecture with a strong Hispanic influence.

(&always interested in How any of Gus' nicknames came to be: a history.)

Hannibal, Beverly Katz
I spent April and May basically mainlining Hannibal with my hands partially covering my eyes (and my hands 100% clutching helplessly at my hair and chest).


My displeasure at Beverly's death can also only be measured in the 100%. I don't understand why she had to die (though again, I wasn't surprised surprised), though I do think that she was way too smart to do anything but figure Hannibal out.

Beverly strikes me as a woman who is constantly questioning what she's doing, and how well she's doing it, and why she's doing it, and as someone who is definitely always questioning the system; someone who resists going with the flow because she knows how harmful it can be. I can't imagine a life where she didn't have to work her ass off to get where she is in the FBI, and I think she shows incredibly sharpness of perception in her dealings with Will: sometimes you get the sense she sees him as fully as Hannibal does. I think she must have a vibrantly powerful mind and an incredibly intriguing inner life.

So: AU where Beverly doesn't die! Exploring how she got to where she is; exploring her friendship or relationship with Will. Exploring how competent she is; exploring how exasperated she must be by others at times. Fic about being the sharpest—if not the most unique—mind in the room half the time in Hannibal, and what that feels like.

Uh, visually Hannibal is basically a feast the entire time, as anyone who has watched the show knows. The beauty actually kept me going when the plot was trying my patience or emotional endurance. Any art that captures the dense darkness of the show, or that explores any of its visual motifs, would be delightful. Any art that takes Beverly out of that context—a scene at home? Somewhere she lived when she was younger?—would be fascinating!

Beverly! basically.

(...Gus! Sam! Yusuf!)

Seeing Colour friend, I’ve given you a lot not with an expectation that you will pick any of it up but in case it helps in any way; I’m someone who likes lots of ideas and information about people I'm writing for. If you’re not, fly free! Fly far! Whatever you write will be GREAT and I shall be delighted. Thank you so much again.
syllic: ([genkill] assured of this)
What the subject line says.

Uh. This is what happens When LJ Comment Conversations Go Bad. Very Bad. But Also Good.

Say [ profile] pyrimidine says to you, "...naked with a gun and a cat...AND RAY PERSON".

And you're like, no. But [ profile] pyrimidine is like, yes.

Then you write

Eames/Ray Person,

rated R for language and suggestion and ridiculous antics

inspired by the sort of man who sits on radiators wearing fingerless gloves, with a pink tint around his eyes,

based on fictionalised portrayals as seen on the HBO miniseries, and

approximately 3,000 words long.

Its title is: EAMES AND RAY, RULING THE WORLD, ONE CAT AND GUN AT A TIME or, Gun and Cat, a Love Story, or, A Gun-Wielding Cat: An Animal Metaphor For Ray Person, or, Catfights, with Guns, or, Is That a Gun or Are You Just Happy To See Me? / It's Both, and Here's a Cat, Too, or, GUNCAT!

by [ profile] pyrimidine, who is infinitely cooler than [ profile] syllic, and also, by [ profile] syllic, who had a beer on an empty stomach on... well. You get the picture.

(MERLIN TONIGHT! I welcome the opportunity to watch them do something with the dragon that makes my despair over In Possession of a Fortune even greater. No, actually--I kind of do. Problematic?)

Then there's the fact that there's a cat, a gun, and Ray fucking Person sitting on the other side of the bed, exactly in that order. )

[Poll #1617722]

(ETA: Hahaha, oh, Merlin, back with your funky Anglo-Saxon. But ooh, Merlin, call out to me all angry-like, baby.)
syllic: ([words] job)
(I respectfully request, publicly and feeling a tad silly, perhaps.) My privacy is very important to me, as I'm sure it is for the rest of you.

I will never crosspost material from anyone else's journal, including my comments.

I hope you are all having a lovely week.

In happier news, why not take this opportunity to re(or no re-, but I can't see how (!))discover this little gem by [ profile] somniesperus, which remains one of my favourite short pieces of fiction of all time?
syllic: ([inception] now now pet)
I had plans for a long walk to clear my head and purge the long hours of internet from my veins, and then it started pissing it down.

So I am going to reply to some comments, and then I would like to write some short

('Ariadne screams with laughter.

"Okay," says Eames, "that was only mildly amusing--"

Ariadne laughs, and laughs, and won't stop laughing.


Comment screening on, anonymous comments enabled for a few hours, IP logging off.

As specific as you want to be: the more ludicrously detailed, the better.

Here's a little joke I told myself the other day. I was on a boat. I did not entirely know where this boat was going, because I was seasick as all get-out.

I was listening to the Inception soundtrack, and imagining Cobb's squinty, squinty face.

"I specialise in a very particular type of security," he told me. "Sub-nauseous security."



syllic: ([inception] man)
It’s not entirely clear, amidst Julian’s terrified laughter, the sound of a woman screaming, and the frequency of punches being landed on or near Eames, how many men end up coming out after them. )

What's up, least anonymous anonymous fill ever?

Give me a reason to make shit mediaeval. Go on. I dare you.

(Yes, all of the horses apart from Algernon are named after Temeraire dragons; shut up; hello, [ profile] naominovik!)

Speaking seriously: many of you know that I have immense trouble letting words go, and right now, I need to make sure I do that. Failing at anonymity on the kinkmeme apparently facilitates this, at the moment; imperfections aside, I have to take it.

It defies belief (well, it defies belief in any fandom but this, perhaps, but it will always defy my belief), but the utterly wondrous [ profile] cactus_rabbit drew art for this.

Please go and look at it, and tell her how much you love Arthur's eyes.

And for those of you who like some introspection with your mediaeval.

You are all lovely.
syllic: ([inception] specificity (with light))
A Fool From Any Direction

arthur/eames, ~21,000 words (oh, [ profile] syllic, hahaha), nc-17

written for this prompt at [ profile] inception_kink ("Eames is a knight, and Arthur is a stable boy. Eames brings him little tokens from his quests and Arthur reverently removes his armor and lets Eames press him down sweetly into the hay").

with thanks to H.

A Fool From Any Direction

Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear, or a fool from any direction.

I don’t understand, Arthur; did bandits seize you as a child? Did they take you away from your sums and reading and force you to play in the fields? )

Onwards to part ii.
syllic: ([inception] eamesfatuated (yeah yeah))
My father is a thief. Family business, you see )

Ho-hum. So, yes. Would not have been possible without time, or without dreaming a little bigger, darling, or without comment-reply boxes.

Can tentatively declare myself returned; expect In Possession of a Fortune updates soon.

And thank you all for being awesome.
syllic: ([words] 300 reasonably affordable)
Family emergency. Apologies. Back to your regularly scheduled show as soon as possible.

Will check my e-mail with some regularity.
syllic: ([merlin] gwen light)
This small part approximately 6,800 words.

Ganieda had served in the same household from childhood )

ETA: Didn't realise some people were still reading these first parts, sorry about locking them briefly. I thought it would be easier to lock them until I could get back to posting post-RL craziness, but I'm sorry if that interrupted anyone mid-read.
syllic: ([merlin] sun)
This first part of the second section approximately 6,200 words; Section II approximately 50,000 overall.

I'm sorry I had not had a chance to start posting this sooner; work has been mad this week. Here's to a string of long and miraculous stretches of time in which to get all the part 2s out in quick succession, despite work not showing any signs of letting up.

(Oh god just please be posted already.)

This section is divided into three parts (three trials for Merlin, with a focus on Gwen, Morgana, and Lancelot, respectively): Gwen, at least, will be completely up over the next two days.

Reign of King Arthur, Year the First )

Part II(b)
syllic: ([merlin] neck)
Arthur’s eyes snapped open. )

Part II(a) up soon.

My desperate desire to get this up quickly, however, has resulted in a marked lack of non-fandom work on my part the last thirty hours. I must therefore turn my attention back to the less appealing grind of work for a few days, if I wish to get back to the more appealing grind of editing this massive, hulking thing before the end of the week.

I hope to have all of the second section up by the end of the weekend, but I do not want to promise that I will. Certainly I will not have any more up before Thursday, when most of my current flood of work is due; I apologise for the slight slow-down in upload rate.

I've never felt the urge to say this about a story before, but if you're sticking with me, massively complex exposition and all, thank you. This has been seen only by my own eyes for so long; having others read it finally is a great joy.
syllic: ([merlin] morgana leaf)
These three parts conclude the first section of the story, Council. These three parts are 21,000 words long; the section overall is approximately 37,700.

37,700 for one of three sections what what.

This story began to be written over a year ago; as season two aired, I picked and chose only what was convenient for me. For the purposes of this story, most of S2 has not happened, except for the dragon's release and subsequent attack on Camelot; think of Merlin honouring his promise much sooner, perhaps, with no bizarre back-pedal from the rest of the characters, and no Violins of Emotional Intensity (TM).

We have not met Morgause yet; we only know that Mordred escaped from Camelot with Arthur's and Morgana's and Merlin's help.

The sorcerer-trial conceit was a strange occurrence of the fannish hive-mind, and bears no direct relation to the wonderful Peach, Plum, Pear by the talented [ profile] sweetestdrain. Though our ideas were conceived separately, I can only hope to pull mine off with half the grace and beauty of hers.

There is genderswapped Cai because it's fun.

Thank you also to [ profile] arlad, to [ profile] lilith_lessfair, and to M.

Thank you to [ profile] faynia, [ profile] cellophane_ria, [ profile] lavitaestbella, [ profile] pau494, and [ profile] puckling for invaluable cheerleading.

Reign of King Uther, Year the Eighth )

Part I(d)
syllic: ([merlin] a study in gwen)
This part about 8,000 words. Part 1c hopefully up tomorrow or the day after (work permitting editing).

Reign of King Arthur, Year the First )

Part I(c) coming soon.
syllic: ([merlin] seduction)
In Possession of a Fortune

Word Count: Roughly 8,500 this part, one hundred and eleventy thousand overall (no, not really. But close).

Pairing: Merlin/Arthur

Rating: NC-17 (not this part)

Written for [ profile] _la_la_la, for [ profile] australia_aid. So once upon a time I said to [ profile] _la_la_la, "Give me a month, and I'll write you a 5,000-word story." Fifteen months later, here I am, hangdog and apologetic, and as for the 5,000 words, all I will say is HAHAHA, how innocent I was then, not to know the panic of seeing the rough draft climb disturbingly toward 100,000 of the old palabras.

[ profile] _la_la_la wanted "something having to do with Arthur and Merlin dealing with court intrigue", or maybe, "Roman Holiday, or, Arthur's day off." This is both--much less the latter than the former, but that'll do, [ profile] syllic-pig, that'll do.

This is not a WIP. It is very much in progress, but it has been in progress for fifteen months and I'm beginning to feel pathetic about my own patheticness, quite frankly. I'm beginning to think it will always be in progress. But it is all written down, now: part of it is with the saintly betas who agreed to this, and part of that is now back with me being tweaked for posting. I hope to post a part every two or three days, as I fit in editing around heavy workloads. Why not wait, you ask? Because at this point this thing is either going to fly, or I'm coming down from the rooftop with it, Radio Flyer and all.

This veers off mid-S2, but spoilers for every episode, just in case. Canon-flexible: Morgana stays in Camelot, but we know about dragonlords. S2 basically took me hard while I was in the middle of this. I coped as best I could.

I want to thank M for her amazing willingness to look at this, again and again; I want also to say that [ profile] arlad sat through an impromptu presentation, practically PowerPoint slide-inclusive, about this once (and then again), and that [ profile] lilith_lessfair helped to shape it and will inevitably help to make it better yet before the end.

All remaining mistakes are mine.

Most of all, though, I want to say thank you to [ profile] _la_la_la, whose forbearance in the face of my entire freaking life was really beyond measure. I apologise, and hope very much that you like this. Truly. And I'm sorry about the e-mail flood. All of it. Thank you, so much.

(Oh, yeah. I'm also not entirely sure why this is called In Possession of a Fortune. I mean, I kind of see the theme, but lately I have been feeling as if it's one of those 'You kind of had to be there' things. Originally this was a companion piece of sorts to In Want of a Wife, both written in the present tense, but then I changed that. So... yep.)

But onwards, troops!

Reign of King Uther, Year the Fifth )

Part I(b)
syllic: ([words] star wars therapy)
--why there isn't better Twilight fic out there?

I mean, a lot of the time, flawed canons (with points of strange/you-wish-it-wouldn't/just plain old straightforward appeal) make the best transformative work-inspiring canons. And if there ever was a flawed canon (hoo boy) with just said points of appeal...

This is clearly a question that requires much thought. In the short term, however, fear not.

[ profile] arlad and I have decided to answer the call for higher-quality transformative works in this arena, and I believe we have succeeded resoundingly.

Without further ado, we present


"I'll never fit in at this rainy school," though Justin Taylor to himself as he stumbled up the stairs, having to catch himself as he fell face-first towards the stone and making a small incision on both his palms, which he was used to from doing it many times before.

"Hey, you're Justinious Taylor, right?" asked a tall, friendly guy in a pink bedazzled shirt.

"Just Justin," said Justin, awkardly sticking out his bloody hand.

"Hi, Justin, I'm Emmett," said the guy in the bedazzled shirt. "Aren't you from like, Pittsburgh? Aren't people from Pittsburgh supposed to be like, tan?"

"No," said Justin.

Justin would never have moved here if his mother, Jennifer, weren't the taciturn town sheriff with a big heart.


"JUSTIN!" screamed Brian.

"It's his spine," said Ethan sadly, shaking his wolfy, shaggy head.

As he watched, Brian pulled out a heaving, bloodied mass from Justin's ruined form. Ethan hated it. But no, wait. He loved it.

"Hello, Ethan," it said in a musical voice. "My name is Michael."


(You can't see it, but that baby has eight toes on each foot.)

No need to thank us, people. None at all.


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