i live there still
The first 10 people to comment Anybody who comments on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for.
I'm not guaranteeing brilliance or an exact word count, but hey, fic.
Fandoms I'll write in:
Firefly
Harry Potter
Star Wars (PT, OT, books except X-wing [Wes/Hobbie an exception to the exception])
Lord of the Rings/Silmarillion
Supernatural*
LOST
Gilmore Girls
Moulin Rouge
Dark Tower*
Fullmetal Alchemist
Cowboy Bebop*
Inuyasha*
Labyrinth*
Boondock Saints*
Pirates of the Caribbean*
The ones with asterisks are fandoms I haven't really written in yet, so you may want to include an alternative in case my brain stutters and stuff.
Give me a pairing or a scene or a song or really any kind of prompt if you want. I think I know which ones of you don't like slash and which ones don't like Kyp/Jaina, so I don't think I'll have any problems there (you can remind me if you want). Crossovers and crack pairings welcome, but I'm not writing Evil!Galadriel/Arwen non-con. You know who you are.
Also. I took a nap from about 12-2 (in the morning) and had a dream that ran like a cracked-out episode of Supernatural. It had a plot and everything, which I will proceed to describe in wholly unnecessary detail
I was living in an okay part of town--I'm pretty sure it was New Orleans--in a dorm-slash-townhouse across the street from a bakery run by an Indian family, father, mother, and little girl. They asked if I could help them out with something, and I said no problem, because they were nice and made good naan. "Help" turned out to be threatening these two local racist good-ol'-boys, and when they handed me a shotgun much like Zoe's, I decided that maybe I didn't want to help so much. They said that it was no problem, but could I help them with a delivery later that night? I said yes, because I didn't want a nice Indian family with shotguns to be mad at me, and also I wanted some naan.
I went around to the back of their bakery that night. Please don't ask me why I thought it was normal for them to receive a shipment at three in the morning. But I went back there, and my boyfriend was there. This boyfriend was in fact a very nice combination of Ilya and Jess from Gilmore Girls. The delivery hadn't come yet, but he'd stopped by earlier and picked up some naan so we shared it and all was well.
Then the family pulled up in a fullsize van, mom, dad, and little girl, and the father starts giving orders about spreading out two gray tarps and being careful of the blood. That's when I realize they hadn't gone to threaten the good-ol'-boys, they actually killed them. That was when I excused myself, the naan still in my hands. They just let me go, which was freaky but okay, and Jess-Ilya started spreading out tarps like it weren't no thang at all. At the end of the driveway next to the street I turned around and said, rather loudly and stupidly, "I won't tell anyone!" because I was afraid they were going to shoot me in the back. And the baker just said, "Of course you won't. We'll know," and as he turned around I caught a glimpse of a death's-head mask underneath his face.
Commence the freakout. As soon as I got out of sight I dropped the naan and started running. I hid in the dorm for awhile in case they changed their minds about letting me live, then I went back to Jess-Ilya's dorm to confront him there. It took me forever to find him--my dreams are fond of Escher-style staircases and corridors--and when I did run into him he was on his way out to class. He looked exactly like Jess, but he had Ilya's backpack and Ilya's headphones on. I asked him how his evening had been, all nonchalant, and he said "It was okay." And I just looked at him like, "the fuck?" And then he leaned in close to me in a completely nonsexy way and said something about how they were assholes anyway and they deserved it, and before I could punch him or anything he just walked away like, again, it weren't no thang.
Now for the monks. When I first woke up, I thought the monks were unnecessary, but then it all fell into place. Anyway. There was a group of young Buddhist monks at my dorm, initiate sorts who were staying there because there was a temple a few blocks over. I say Buddhist because they wore orange robes, but my subconscious has no clue about Buddhism, so forgive me because I know none of this is right. One of the older monks had just died, so whenever they spoke about him they would ring a tiny bell and have about ten seconds of silence. And the monk (monkette? Oh, I'm going to hell) who had the bell was Linh. Don't worry, she doesn't die. But when she rang the bell they all bowed their heads and smiled while they thought of him. It was totally like the Mandalorian aay'han.
Anyway, it was during that moment of silence that I realized, for no reason at all, that the monk had been killed by the bakers.
I proceeded to tell Jess-Ilya this, at breakfast. This took place in what may have been Kenyon College's dining hall (like the Hogwarts Great Hall but about a tenth as large). He of course said that I was crazy, and I told him to stay away from the bakers because he'd get himself in trouble, and also that I was going to the police because this was starting to look serial to me. Then his face got all cloudy and he said, "You can't. We'll know." And as he got up to leave I saw a flash of the same death-mask in his face.
This was about the time the dream digressed into a brief voodoo bit. A fat dirty scary man was sitting on the porch of this voodoo shop, and when Linh and I passed he offered to cut my hair. I looked up and he had people's long cut braids hanging from his porch like Spanish moss. I said, "Yeah, like I'd let some crazy stranger cut my hair in New Orleans of all places." Because hair is supposed to be important in stuff--I've seen Skeleton Key, thank you very much.
But while we were there--well, I was there, Linh had kind of vanished as people tend to do in dreams--I heard two guys come in, asking voodoo-ish questions about the monk's death. I spied on them from behind a rack of candles. They said their names were Sam and Dean, and then they said something to each other about where they were staying. I figured hey, these guys can help me, and I decided to go see them later on.
I do this, of course, in the middle of the freaking night, because I apparently didn't have the sense God gave a lemon. So by the time I got there I was totally freaked out. The Winchester boys were staying in a bungalow right out of a Nancy Drew story (it may have even been called the Lilac Inn), so I banged on the door, looking over my shoulder all the while.
When Dean opened it, I burst in (and saw Sam lowering the sawed-off shotgun he'd had trained on the door--even in my dreams they've got each other's backs) and started babbling very rapidly and crazily. I explained that I knew what was going on and I could tell them, but that they had to protect me because "they'd know" that I'd told somebody and they'd try to kill me too. They promised, so I explained everything, the murders and the bakers and Jess-Ilya being mixed up in it, while they listened all seriously. When I was done, I asked if they knew what was doing this--they exchanged looks and then Dean said kind of cheerfully, "Not a clue."
I stayed with them that night (no kinky bungalow orgies of any kind, I'm sorry to report), and then the next day so they could keep an eye on me. Sam stayed with me and played around on his laptop for awhile the next day, while Dean did some kind of field work, and because dream-time moves funny they figured it out right away. I didn't understand the explanation, but it was a Himalayan spirit or some kind, and the bell Linh kept ringing was supposedly its one weakness.
This, unfortunately, is where I started waking up, but all good Supernatural episodes need a twist, so I bet that the Indian family and Jess-Ilya were being used and that the culprit was actually a monk, probably Linh. Like I said, I was waking up by that point, but I'm pretty sure.
, with apologies to Linh and the Winchester brothers. XD
I was going to go to bed now, but there's a thunderstorm moving through at about a million miles an hour, so I'll probably have to wait until it's through to actually sleep.