open for prompt!fics (...kind of, anyway)

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I want to write something but I have no motivation or inspiration. Bluh.

Oh, hey, thought! I have nineteen Cotton Candy Bingo prompts left and no idea what to do with them. (Fluff is not, alas, my greatest strength.) I will list the prompts here -- if anyone has suggestions for what I could write with any of them, please feel free to tell me! You never know, you might get a ficlet out of it. :-)

Prompts are: unexpected love, money, hug, I becomes we, don't need to get married, healing, keys, music, sprains/strains, babysitting, candles, headache, WILD CARD, miniatures, comfortable/content, news, tickle, clouds, and back rub.

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[rthstewart]

D'oh. Cor, Aravis and back rub with Calormene oils.

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...Sexy or silly?

[rthstewart]

Anything you want!

hey rth, I finally finished your prompt fic

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It took me thirteen months, but I got there!

Playing Politics: Aravis and Cor discuss his choice of negotiation strategies. In bed. *grin* (725 words)

[krait]

Welp, "comfortable/content" for some reason is giving me Thoughts about Homestuck, and the trolls going three years on the meteor without recuperacoons (and by implication going through all the discomfort and night terrors those are meant to stave off), sleeping poorly on lumpy piles of whatever they could find...

"Hug" likewise makes me think of Homestuck; specifically of moirails.

For "music", what about Jaenelle and her way of 'finding' witchsong, or just generally her love of music from any and every culture? (I might be 3/4ths of the way through a reread of Shalador's Lady; could you tell?) :D

"News" might work well with Miles & Ekaterin - receiving news that the in-vitro worked, or seeing one of Miles' closed cases in the news, or maybe receiving news from another person (Mark, on Beta?)

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Ack, I could never write Vorkosigan fic! The fandom is just too intimidating and my writing skills (particularly my "cunning plans" and "witty banter" skills) are not nearly up to par. (Love reading it, though...)

Hmm. Thinking about Homestuck and trolls suddenly makes me want to write something about Vriska, Flarping, and loot for the money prompt. Hmm...

[krait]

is just too intimidating

I understand; I'll probably never be confident enough to write Vorkosigan!fic, either.

something about Vriska, Flarping, and loot for the money prompt.

Ooooooh, yes! Because hey, if you've gotta collect corpses... they don't need their clothes and weapons, might as well help yourself before tossing them down. No one needs nightmares about Spidermom holding a different weapon in each arm as she climbs through your window just before dawn! They don't need anything else in their pockets, or sylladexes, either; and hey, gotta get some kind of compensation for wear and tear to Flarp equipment, right? ::::)

Not to mention that doomsday devices, however defective, don't pay for themselves.

[aishuu.livejournal.com]

Miniatures - the pictures of the Kings and Queens of Narnia passed down through the ages

News - News article about Kurt Hummel ruling the world

Darkangel Trilogy - I becomes we (because we need more Darkangel fic in the world)

[edenfalling]

Oooh, I like that first one! Alas, it is speaking to me more as "story I'd love to read" than as "story I want to write." Dammit.

I will see if I can bash one of the prompts into Darkangel fic, because yeah, the world always needs more of that. :-)

[cherokee1.livejournal.com]

News: in the Naruto summer camp counselor verse
Keys and music: in the poison sigils world hopper story.
sprains/strains - reboot Star Trek sweater story

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A Guide to Guerilla Knitting
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"You should've gone straight to breaking your leg, none of this wishy-washy sprained foot nonsense," Kirk said accusingly as he dropped into a chair beside Nyota's bed in sickbay. "How do you even sprain a foot anyway? Sprained ankle, sure, that makes sense, but a foot? That sounds fishy to me."

Answering him sounded like far too much work, particularly since Kirk knew perfectly well how she'd sprained her foot. He'd been in the rec center when she'd fallen, after all -- he was getting better about not hiding his knitting habit, but he still preferred to indulge only in the presence of his closest friends, and then only when they were absorbed in other activities. She would admit, if pressed, that she was glad he'd been there to call sickbay, though she could have done without his suggestion that she find a safer hobby. Dancing wasn't a part of herself she was willing to sacrifice, even if it occasionally left her with irritating physical inconveniences.

Of course, nothing said she had to answer him verbally. Nyota stuck her tongue out instead.

Kirk blinked. "Did you just stick your tongue out at me?"

Nyota wiggled her tongue around by way of illustrating what a stupid question that was.

"Bones, you made her drunk!" Kirk shouted. "My communications officer is refusing to communicate and also acting like a kindergartener."

Jerk. Body language was a completely legitimate form of communication, and Nyota prided herself on fluency in all areas of her specialty. Particularly ones that had extracurricular uses, as it were. She licked her lips and grinned at Kirk, all vicious teeth and insincere innuendo.

He twitched. "Bones, I'm serious, come undo whatever you did!"

"Dr. McCoy can't undo anything because he's off duty right now," Dr. Chapel called back from the other side of sickbay where she was fiddling with the settings on a large and somewhat intimidating machine. "He did, however, give me permission to whack you over the head with Lt. Uhura's splint if necessary. Will that be necessary?"

"I don't get why a splint is necessary," Kirk said, turning back to Nyota and crossing his eyes at her. "We can fix bones. What's so different about... whatever goes wrong in a sprain? Muscles or tendons or something like that, stop giving me that look, Uhura, I'm a captain, not a doctor."

Nyota rolled her eyes.

"Bones are a rigid and relatively simple structure," Dr. Chapel said, setting her tricorder on Nyota's bed. "Muscles and tendons, among numerous other characteristics, have an unfortunate tendency to move and change shape. And we use splints for broken bones too, to provide a bit of extra support and remind patients not to put stress on fractures before the surrounding tissue is back to normal. I'm going to fit this to your leg now," she added to Nyota. "Please swing your foot off the bed."

Nyota sat up, letting the sheet puddle around her waist, and swung her bare right leg over the side of the bed. Dr. Chapel slid a lightweight frame of hard plastic strips over her swollen foot (which still pinged oddly in the back of her head, as if it ought to be throbbing with heat and pain in time to her own heartbeat, but only a ghost echo of that sensation penetrated the pleasant glow of her painkillers) and began to adjust the connecting straps.

"You realize right now you look like you're not wearing any clothes from the waist down," Kirk said.

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Nyota caught Dr. Chapel's eye and and tipped her head ever-so-slightly in Kirk's direction. The doctor smiled faintly and, without turning, gently knocked Kirk on the shoulder with her tricorder. "I also have permission to hypospray you," she said. "Behave."

Kirk stuck his tongue out at the doctor's back. Nyota determinedly fought down her smile.

"So how long does this need to stay on?" Kirk asked after a minute, while Dr. Chapel continued to adjust straps and run a shaping tool along the plastic supports, contouring them ever-closer to Nyota's skin. "And will she need crutches or is this good for limited walking while Lt. Uhura recovers?"

"The splint will keep your foot rigid and help distribute weight to avoid reinjuring the sprain, but crutches are definitely in your future for the next two days," Dr. Chapel said to Nyota. "We'll run the regenerator every evening -- don't forget to come down for your appointments -- and reassess in four days."

Kirk made a disappointed noise. "Only four days? Damn, and here I was hoping I'd get a chance to yarnbomb your foot. So much classier than just doodling on a cast with permanent marker. But I don't get nearly enough downtime to knit the kind of decoration your deserve in three days or less."

Nyota caught Dr. Chapel's eyes again, then glanced toward the door.

"Captain, I'm afraid my patient has requested that you leave," Dr. Chapel said. "Will I need to haul out a hypospray?"

"One of these days I'm going to haul Bones up for fomenting insubordination and mutinous leaning among the medical staff," Kirk grumbled, but he stood and obediently headed toward the door. "Give Spock my regards, Uhura, and I expect both of you on the bridge for alpha shift. Talking, preferably."

Nyota tossed him a jaunty salute and began mentally brushing up on her Andorian Sign Language. It was tricky for humans to reproduce without antenna to add precision to the ambiguous hand and facial gestures, but the challenge was half the fun. She thought Kirk would appreciate the joke.

(Two weeks later, Nyota held a knitted blue hat with wire-and-pompom antenna in her hands and dissolved into helpless laughter.)

[marici.livejournal.com]

Aww, now I want that hat. Thanks, this was cute.

[edenfalling]

Hee, thanks! I would not wear the hat myself, but that's only because I don't wear any hats -- I dislike the way they feel on my head. Alas!

(P.S. Tangentially, do you have any thoughts on Chapel being a doctor rather than a nurse? I changed it because... well, Reasons, but it was late and I wasn't thoroughly awake, and while making her a doctor makes a statement about "yes, we will give female characters jobs equal in status to male characters," it also makes a statement to the effect of "oh and by the way, I don't think nurses do important work." I mean the first one, but the latter makes me uncomfortable as a writer, so... basically, do you think I should change her back to her TOS job title before I crosspost this anywhere?)

[marici.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I tend to prefer Doctor Chapel, because I think the jobs done by nurses and by doctors would be subsumed into a meta job description of illness care and cure. (And I am disappointed they didn't make Chekov a girl, since he's conceived after the timeline branched and he had a ton of non-gendered character traits that would have kept things obvious to viewers...) In a larger fic you'd have space to show that doctors and nurses each have areas of authority; it a short fic the title Dr. might stand for authority without having to go into it too much.

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You have made me think about that poison sigils snippet and world-build it into something approaching an actual coherent plot, btw. I will see if I can write another snippet with that setting and character sometime this week, because it is suddenly on my mind and a lot of fun. :-)

[cherokee1.livejournal.com]

Yay! That would be great.
I have some art for that, gotta go over it in pen so that I can get it on line.
Unfortunately, I left my camera at school, so it will be next week.
Again, yay!
C

[willowgreen.livejournal.com]

Hee! this is completely adorable (and I can't tell from it that you don't knit!).

[edenfalling]

Thanks! I figure if I can talk around not actually being able to swordfight or cast magical spells, I should also be able to talk around not actually being able to knit. :-)

(P.S. Tangentially, do you have any thoughts on Chapel being a doctor rather than a nurse? I changed it because... well, Reasons, but it was late and I wasn't thoroughly awake, and while making her a doctor makes a statement about "yes, we will give female characters jobs equal in status to male characters," it also makes a statement to the effect of "oh and by the way, I don't think nurses do important work." I mean the first one, but the latter makes me uncomfortable as a writer, so... basically, do you think I should change her back to her TOS job title before I crosspost this anywhere?)

[willowgreen.livejournal.com]

It made total sense to me that Chapel was a doctor in this piece. Didn't she become a doctor in the later movies? I'd feel different if her role as a nurse had ever been significant in the original series -- if she'd ever done anything specific to nursing that was important to plot or character. But that never happened. She was always written as a second banana, and Majel Barrett Roddenberry is no one's second banana.

[red-volpe.livejournal.com]

Don't need to get married: Homestuck, cottone candy :3

[edenfalling]

Hmm. *ponders*