skymurdock asked: Hamilton and, uh, idk hmm - STAR WARS AU. "pardon me, are you Master Burr, sir?" "that depends, who's asking?"
SHOWTIME.
- So
some thirty parsecs past the ass end of the galaxy there’s this tiny nothing planet
that’s mostly ocean, and the planet is called Nevis, and one of its islands is called
Christiansted, and if anyone who didn’t actually
live there was asked to find it on a star map, they definitely couldn’t do
it. This is where Alex is born and this
is where his mother dies of some disease brought in by a trader and this is
where he almost dies with her, almost dies in a hurricane that swallows the
island whole, almost starves when his cousin eats a blaster, before someone
notices that—kriff, but this kid is brilliant.
Another trader gives him work and he proves rapidly that not only is he
a dab hand with numbers, but he can blow through a five hundred page holonovel
in a few hours and learn a language in a couple months.
- His
mother always said talking was his strong suit and now he’s proving it, because
Alex has to be the best to survive, so that’s what he’ll do. He’ll talk, and he’ll write, and he’ll get
off this rock if it kills him. He wants
something to do, he wants to change
the galaxy, and there’s something murmuring to him, like a whisper of wind,
that he’ll do it if he can just get off Nevis.
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ghostdog401 asked: If you're still looking for fic prompts what about e/R and a secretly royalty AU? Or just anything with a fairytale type feel?
Okay
I see what you’re saying there but WHAT IF WE DID BOTH??? This got so long, I’m sorry, I got
overexcited about fairy tales and I wrote 5K in like a day. (No for real this is almost 5000 words,
Jesus, self, what are you doing.)
Enjolras is a
wished-for child, and he’s told as much every day by his mother, who bought his
life with a few drops of blood on white silk in a gold embroidery hoop. From the minute he learns to talk, he’s as
fair as the sun and as sharp as her needle, and his country adores their young
prince with their whole heart. His
mother Queen Lamarque is a good ruler and her Prince Consort is nice enough so
all is well, and Enjolras grows up believing passionately in the rights of the people. His tutors despair of him as a monarch but
are delighted with him as a politician—it’s very strange for everyone.
And then the Queen
dies, and everything goes to pieces, because the dowager Prince Regent isn’t a
ruler by nature and Enjolras is still too damned young to take her place and
it’s all quite a mess. Vital government
services are falling through, taxes are going uncollected or over-collected,
the generals of the army are making warning noises about neighboring countries
taking advantage of their weakened state, and everything is teetering on the
edge of chaos.
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lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. Hamilton/Laurens Literally anything during the revolutionary era Perhaps even just how they got together. /Please/, for me? <3
Anything for you, Laurens.
Soooo…I know you wanted fluff…we’re not doing that. I don’t actually know if Laurens was in
Washington’s camp for this, but we’re going to assume history is flexible
because extensive googling did not produce an actual date or shit for this
battle (besides ‘between September 1777 and June 1778’), which was hardly a
battle at all. Also technically Lee sent
a letter but whatever, we’re doing Some Shit with history anyway, might as well
go hard.
to see our glory
The
message from Lee was greeted by a long beat of silence.
“My
sympathies, Your Excellency,” Lee said, doing a poor job of imitating poise as
his shirtsleeves dripped steadily on the ground. The word simper
drifted through John’s mind at the sound of Lee’s voice.
“Yes,”
General Washington said flatly, both hands braced on the table that had been
serving duty as a tactical map minutes before.
John couldn’t bring himself to look away from where the general’s little
finger had pushed aside the marker of a British fort, one that he and Alexander
had been bickering over not a day past.
“Thank you for informing me, Major General. You are dismissed.”
Lee
left, and the tent was deathly silent, the general still standing over the
table with his head down, John still fixed in place where he stood near the far
corner of the table, the handful of other men in the tent stony.
“Gentlemen,”
General Washington said, his voice perfectly controlled. “Please send for the Marquis, he will want to
know. If my aides would stay, it would
be appreciated. The rest of you are
dismissed.”
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lathori asked: ExR for the ship And the AU is from a post you previously reblogged: "Everybody in the world has a superpower that compliments their soulmates superpower. When together, both their powers increase in strength exponentially. You have the most useless power ever, when one day……" Go forth and write me more ExR
Everyone look at how awesome my platonic soul mate is, she sends me fun prompts when I’m bored. My concept of ‘complementary’ powers might be a little weird but whatever! We’re going with it. To the shock of no one, this got out of hand.
- Grantaire
has the most useless power ever. Ever.
He’s confirmed this with everyone he knows.
- It’s not nifty as
hell, like Eponine’s talent for making tiny storms between her palms—if she
ever meets her soulmate, that’s going to be awesome. It’s not even one of those powers that seems
useless or trivial in the moment but will obviously turn into something amazing
when the person meets their soulmate.
Like Joly, for example. The
ability to cure headaches and hangovers?
Not very impressive, although eminently useful. Flash forward, enter Bousset and Musichetta
and one skin-to-skin touch, and boom, one fully-fledged healer, on a silver
platter.
- And then there’s
Grantaire. Who can make pictures
move. As long as he’s the one holding
the pen. What the hell is that?
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lathori asked: ExR. Labyrinth AU. Go. (You know you want to)
Babe,
you GET me. I assume you mean “that time
where modern AU Enjolras made the most ridiculous wish ever and subsequently made
Grantaire’s life miserable,” of course.
- Here’s the
thing. Enjolras doesn’t believe in what
he can’t see and touch and handle with his own two hands. The ideal
of freedom is only something he believes in because he can see it on the
smaller scale, but he’s not religious or spiritual or what have you because it
just doesn’t even occur to him.
- So when Marius tells
him to be careful what he wishes for, all wide eyes and earnest voice, because Marius’
mother used to tell him warning stories about the Goblin King, Enjolras laughs
at him. He’s particularly unkind about
it because Marius interrupted a meeting where they were actually getting things done for once with this nonsense, and
because it’s the twenty-first century and they’re past fairy stories. Marius is offended, and insists that he knows those stories are true.
- “Is that so,”
Enjolras says flatly, and Marius nods emphatically. “Fine, we can test that. I wish–”
- “Enjolras, don’t,” Marius yelps.
- “—that the
Goblin King would come and take all of France away, right now.”
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“Miraculous! Adrinette where Marinette is an upperclassman.
Her main interaction with Adrien is at her parent’s shop, where he always grabs
something during lunch break. She’s still a hot mess around him, and he’s still
a complete flirt with Ladybug. Go.” For @littlestartopaz , on the AU meme.
C’mon now, we’ve all basically agreed that I’ve co-opted this
meme as an excuse to get AU prompts and write a lot on every single one of
them. So Marinette is seventeen here and
Adrien is still a lonely fifteen-year-old kid who gets devoted to anyone who
seems like they care about his feelings.
There’s no regard whatsoever for the canon timeline here, we’re
pretending that they’re already working together by the time he starts public
school.
- The
first time Adrien Agreste walks into her parents’ bakery, Marinette hides
behind the counter and hyperventilates for a solid minute while he looks
around. She stutters her way through
taking his order, and he gives her a small smile that genuinely makes her heart
stop a little. (She’s going to feel bad
about that later, once she knows how much it bothers him when people get fluttery
over him, but look, just look, he’s a
very handsome boy and she’s awkward, this is a matter of record, Alya has the
proof.)
- And
then he actually sits at the counter and picks through his sandwich and talks
to her, and he’s nice and funny and wry, with a sweet self-deprecating
smile. Marinette can barely string a
sentence together, but he doesn’t make fun of her or question her and he seems
fine with pretending that she has no idea who he is. She might die, she might have a heart attack,
but what a way to go, that’s all she’s saying, under those bright green eyes.
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For @littlestartopaz from my vast repository of prompts from her. R from this post, Steve/Bucky/Sam
friendship (“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”)
Okay, some stealth feelings about Steve
being all alone in the 21st century snuck in there, but they’re real
small and mostly this is very funny, I have no regrets. Timelines for the first two should be
obvious, the third one is some time after they drag Bucky’s poor exhausted self
out of cryo again and go fight more shit.
Because Steve is a fighty shit and Bucky would never be able to let him
run off alone and Sam is rapidly falling into the same black hole of stress.
“This is without a
doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had–”
“Well, now, Buck, we
both know that’s just not true,” Steve protested, half-laughing.
“The stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” Bucky repeated firmly, and
knocked back the rest of his beer without breaking his scowl. “Except for that time you became a lab rat,”
he allowed as he lowered his glass, “this is the stupidest.”
“So are you gonna
bail on me?”
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words-writ-in-starlight:
For @littlestartopaz, with the prompt “Your technomancer has a nightmare about the
electric-user and decides checking on her is the best way to calm down. But the
electric user wakes up before she can leave.”
All right kids
quick rundown of the shit you need to know (because these are characters from
one of the as-yet-untitled novels I’m writing, not fandom-access
characters). It’s set in a near future
where…basically Trump wins the presidency and sets himself up as a
dictator. We’re about 18 years down the
line from the guy (Stone) getting elected and shit’s gone to hell in a pretty
big way. People are getting deported,
people are reporting their neighbors to the police, whole families are vanishing
overnight. If you’re LGBT, non-white,
non-Christian, an immigrant, or an outspoken supporter of any of those things,
you’re in deep shit and a candidate for being disappeared. The novel revolves around Max, who is part of
a rebel organization called Polaris (largely made up of the people listed
above) and who is one of a few people who’ve started to pop up with superhuman
abilities. The existence of these
people—she calls them ‘blues’ and since she was the first one Polaris found,
they go with it—is pretty much an urban legend, largely because the government
has that shit on lock. Max’s ability
allows her to manipulate technology with her mind and make it do…basically
whatever she wants. Her (eventual)
girlfriend Lessa Stone is the daughter of the Trump-equivalent dictator, who
broke Max out of a holding cell and joined Polaris. Lessa, besides being gay as FUCK, is also a
blue, with the ability to generate a massive electrical current in her body and
project it as lightning bolts. So
basically I’m writing a novel that can be summarized as “girlfriends with
superpowers join a cast of LGBT people and PoC to smash the patriarchy.” This snippet takes place sometime between
Lessa joining Polaris and the two of them getting together properly (Lessa has
Some Issues to sort out regarding her sexuality, shockingly).
I shuddered awake, panting. The room was black around me, nothing to
reorient myself, and my hands shook as I reached out and fumbled with the lamp
on the floor next to my cot until the bulb flared to life.
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Reblog for the next day even though I posted this at a perfectly reasonable hour because Adler told me to start doing that. And she has learned that if you needle me about my writing until I’m really flustered and then immediately hit me with a command about my writing, the command gets followed.
For @littlestartopaz, with the prompt “Your technomancer has a nightmare about the
electric-user and decides checking on her is the best way to calm down. But the
electric user wakes up before she can leave.”
All right kids
quick rundown of the shit you need to know (because these are characters from
one of the as-yet-untitled novels I’m writing, not fandom-access
characters). It’s set in a near future
where…basically Trump wins the presidency and sets himself up as a
dictator. We’re about 18 years down the
line from the guy (Stone) getting elected and shit’s gone to hell in a pretty
big way. People are getting deported,
people are reporting their neighbors to the police, whole families are vanishing
overnight. If you’re LGBT, non-white,
non-Christian, an immigrant, or an outspoken supporter of any of those things,
you’re in deep shit and a candidate for being disappeared. The novel revolves around Max, who is part of
a rebel organization called Polaris (largely made up of the people listed
above) and who is one of a few people who’ve started to pop up with superhuman
abilities. The existence of these
people—she calls them ‘blues’ and since she was the first one Polaris found,
they go with it—is pretty much an urban legend, largely because the government
has that shit on lock. Max’s ability
allows her to manipulate technology with her mind and make it do…basically
whatever she wants. Her (eventual)
girlfriend Lessa Stone is the daughter of the Trump-equivalent dictator, who
broke Max out of a holding cell and joined Polaris. Lessa, besides being gay as FUCK, is also a
blue, with the ability to generate a massive electrical current in her body and
project it as lightning bolts. So
basically I’m writing a novel that can be summarized as “girlfriends with
superpowers join a cast of LGBT people and PoC to smash the patriarchy.” This snippet takes place sometime between
Lessa joining Polaris and the two of them getting together properly (Lessa has
Some Issues to sort out regarding her sexuality, shockingly).
I shuddered awake, panting. The room was black around me, nothing to
reorient myself, and my hands shook as I reached out and fumbled with the lamp
on the floor next to my cot until the bulb flared to life.
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For @littlestartopaz: Rogue/anyone really, with AN (“Have I
entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?”) from this
post
Remy
LaBeau, it’s gonna be Remy La-Fucking-Beau, because I am shipper trash and
Rogue/Gambit is my hill to die on, y’all.
Also, since Rogue’s life sucks PRETTY BAD, I’m going to try to write
actual fluff tonight. This could be
almost any continuity—I’m kind of visualizing the potential future of the MacAvoy,
Fassbender, et. al. movies, because I saw Apocalypse twice in a week and
that’ll do stuff to you. I don’t really
like writing out accents, so feel free to mentally sub them in—Rogue’s from
Mississippi, Remy’s from New Orleans, in case you didn’t know.
“Oh m’God, who’s
cooking, that is amazing,” Rogue
called as she swept into the mansion and was hit by a wall of smoky-sweet warmth
spilling from the kitchen. “Is that jambalaya? Am I gonna have to do extra Danger Room
sessions or somethin’ for that?”
“That depends, ma chérie,” the man at the stove said,
turning and shooting her a smirk.
“What’re you prepared to do?”
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