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Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll try to write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.
I don't usually post things that aren't fic here, but this meme sounds pretty interesting, and I'd love to see what - if anything - gets requested and to have a go at it. So yeah, any fic; any fandom.
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I don't usually post things that aren't fic here, but this meme sounds pretty interesting, and I'd love to see what - if anything - gets requested and to have a go at it. So yeah, any fic; any fandom.
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calliopes_pen on DW
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Date: 2014-01-16 07:31 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-16 07:48 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-16 07:53 pm (UTC)From:Fic - Coffee - 1/1 - Wormhole Timestamp - 10minutes later
Date: 2014-01-16 09:37 pm (UTC)From:Loki’s reaction to coffee had been pretty much what Tony had expected: a deep love of the smell, and a tiny scrunch of his nose at the first bitter sip. He’d not said anything at the sight of the gigantic hole through the ceiling, and Tony had to give him kudos for that. Palace, his mansion was not. Especially not now he’d essentially ripped it apart in the name of science and saving his own life.
He’d have to call renovators later, and take Loki clothes shopping because none of Tony’s things would fit him and no one on Earth wore that much leather outside of a metal concert, but for now there was coffee and omelettes and a contented alien-god in his kitchen. His life was awesome.
Re: Fic - Coffee - 1/1 - Wormhole Timestamp - 10minutes later
Date: 2014-01-16 09:42 pm (UTC)From:Now I have an urge to dig up more of your fics, but I shall resist and hope others will brave un-lurking to have their turn as well.Re: Fic - Coffee - 1/1 - Wormhole Timestamp - 10minutes later
Date: 2014-01-16 10:11 pm (UTC)From:Feel free to dig up as many as you like. There's no limit on what you can requestSignal boost
Date: 2014-01-16 09:52 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 04:20 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 07:32 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-17 10:43 am (UTC)From:Fic - In the Garden - 1/1 - Painless Timestamp - 1 month later
Date: 2014-01-17 04:22 pm (UTC)From:Like gravity, like a magnet, like fate, it calls you back...
Date: 2014-01-28 03:02 pm (UTC)From:Or...depending on if you feel a muse for the previous one or not, the 2 year anniversary in the village for this one (XD) Cheap Imitation (http://hikarievandar.livejournal.com/14162.html)
Thanks a bunch, this is a very interesting meme!
Fic - Desolation - 1/1 - Blood Timestamp - 15years later
Date: 2014-01-29 07:13 pm (UTC)From:There are still deer in the trees. They spook when they smell him, but he’s fast enough to catch them. Their blood is hot and thick and salty on his tongue and he feasts on them in the dark.
There are people, still, scattered in small make-shift camps. He peers down at them from treetops and doesn’t speak, not even to the ones he knows. He has no right to anymore, and he hasn’t for years since he left with a kunai in his chest and blood on his hands and the truth of what had happened to him buzzing in his head. He watches and listens to plans that are made and wishes he could jump down and tell them all how stupid they are.
But for all that they’re the same now, he’s not Him; he doesn’t like the look on peoples’ faces when he survives.
He waits for him in the trees, in black robes and a rosary that glints in the moonlight. His weapons are gone, but His smile is sharp as a razor and Shikamaru knows that He never needed them in the first place. He wants to kill Him for what He’s done, but he’s already done that and it didn’t work – it never will – so he lets Him pull the kunai from between his ribs and lick the blood from the blade. He thinks he might try loving Him instead.
He sees Kurenai with white in her hair and a kid who looks like Asuma must have when he was a teenager. There’s no chuunin vest on the kid’s back, though, and no hitai-ate. Shinobi are a dying breed - dying so swiftly, dropping like flies in battle and ripping the world apart around them, leaving blood pooling around gasping bodies for him to lap at, to smear through His hair and over His robes - and those of them that are left are leaderless. Prey.
Naruto is the one they hope will save them, but the Kyuubi has taken its toll on his body and Sasuke has taken his toll on his heart, and there’s little left of the boy Shikamaru used to know. Ino is there, brittle in her strength, tending to two boys that look like they might be Choji’s. Choji isn’t there, though, so any congratulations Shikamaru might have wished him are dust.
There’s a moment when he thinks that Neji might have seen him and he shrinks back into the shadows reflexively – Neji peers up at him and there’s lines around his eyes that aren’t anything to do with the veins of the Byakugan. After a moment, Neji moves on, and Shikamaru slips away, leaping from branch to branch, hidden in shadows and moonlight.
He is waiting for him, in a clearing with a dead doe, and a grin as sharp as a razor. There’s blood running from His mouth and a hole in his chest and Shikamaru moves in to feed.
Re: Fic - Desolation - 1/1 - Blood Timestamp - 15years later
Date: 2014-01-30 01:11 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-01-30 01:24 am (UTC)From:Fic - Anniversary - 1/1 - Cheap Imitation Timestamp - 2years later
Date: 2014-01-31 04:22 pm (UTC)From:Hidan makes straight for it, tossing his hat to the side and shrugging out of his coat, leaving it in a puddle on the carpet. Kakuzu grits his teeth, mostly because Hidan will bitch later is – when – he trips over it, or if – when – it hasn’t dried out by morning. He tries to remind himself that he’s not Hidan’s keeper even as he collects the coat and hangs it up to dry next to his own.
His hearts detach and move to stand like sentinels in the corners of the room. He removes his mask and scratches the stitches that run up his left cheek, twisting his head to crack his neck. The thought that he’s getting old crosses his mind and he snorts indignantly. Hardly.
He sits on the edge of the bed only to find that it sags more than he thought at first glance – and he knows that their combined weight will mean that he and Hidan will spend the night crushed together in the middle of it whether they like it or not. He tries to think of ways he might have horribly offended his partner in the last week and decides that, no, there won’t be any objections tonight.
Good.
He sees the stain when he leans down to remove his sandals. It’s large and dark and mostly hidden by the bed, which, now that he thinks about it, is far newer than anything else in the room. Kakuzu’s been a shinobi for too long to think it could be anything other than blood, and by the size of it, someone died here.
Or was dumped here, if they were killed on the last bed. Thought thought comes slowly, almost unwillingly, bringing with it the memory of waking up next to a corpse with Hidan standing in the doorway; of recriminations and accusations and blood-soaked robes tangling round his hands as he tried to pull them off.
He licks his lips and looks up as the door to the bathroom opens and emits a cloud of steam and Hidan wrapped in a too-small towel. There are beads of water clinging to his skin and his rosary and dripping from his pale hair, and he must see something in Kakuzu’s gaze because he grins and lets the towel fall.
Re: Fic - Anniversary - 1/1 - Cheap Imitation Timestamp - 2years later
Date: 2014-02-02 06:40 am (UTC)From:Ah~ *dies* this was perfection, the suspense as the dawning realization of where exactly they are enfolds Kakuzu, that beginning intro was perfect (Hidan would SO bitch and moan over the cloak!) put me right into their world. And the ending was perfection. Thank you so much for the fic- I've sorely missed these characters.
Re: Fic - Anniversary - 1/1 - Cheap Imitation Timestamp - 2years later
Date: 2014-02-02 04:38 pm (UTC)From: