I Want YOU comment!ficathon

[upupa_epops]

TVD is on hiatus, and winter Christmas is coming. I need fic in my life, and I'm sure it's not just me. So let's play! I had a ficathon like this before ( here if anyone was interested), and it worked well, so let's do it again :). Inspired by a similar challenge hosted by stainofmylove

I want YOU comment!ficathon

Comments

[upupa_epops]

Things I'm willing to write:

The Vampire Diaries: anything that doesn't involve the Originals (apart from Rebekah -- Rebekah can stay) is fair game. I'm mostly looking for: Elena gen, Damon/Elena in all shapes, Bonnie gen, Elena&Bonnie friendship, Damon gen, Katherine gen, doppelganger stuff and flashbacks. I'm ready to write about the sire bond, but be aware of my attitude to it before you prompt; I want to avoid misunderstandings.
Buffyverse: Spike/Drusilla, Wesley gen, Spike gen.
Veronica Mars: Veronica/Logan
Suits: Donna, Harvey/Donna (Be warned: I NEVER wrote this fandom. But I promised I would try, and I think now is a good time. So be merciful with me.)

If there's something else you know I read/watch, but it's not listed here: we can negotiate. Oh, and I'm willing to write silly/schmoopy winter/Christmas stories if you crave them ;).

(I currently have one project I need to finish by the end of the week, so don't be discouraged if stories start appearing on Christmas instead of tomorrow.)

[lynzie914]

elena, tell me we're dead and i'll love you even more

damon, tried to drown my sorrows but they learned how to swim.

elena/damon, someday they'll sing a song of me (and you), and I'll laugh, hey got the melody all wrong

[magisterequitum]

You should write fic where Elena actually gets to voice out her frustrations and anger to everyone around her.

[scorpiod1]

Elena, Open me up and you will see I'm a gallery of broken hearts, I'm beyond repair, let me be and give me back my broken parts

Damon, I had a lover's quarrel with the world

Also I'm not sure what lyric to prompt for this or how to do it even, but: Bonnie & Elena friendship fic about how both of them have changed so much since the pilot and their issues with each other and how despite it, Bonnie is still Elena's best ally (just give me your Bonnie & Elena feelings in fic form, really).

[badboy_fangirl]

I found this new song that is really about Jesus, but it could work with Elena/abandonment issues/Damon:

I'm still standing here
No I didn't disappear
Now the lights are on
See I was never gone

I let go of your hand
To help you understand
With you all along
Yeah, I was never gone

[fluffyfrolicker]

elena/damon/writing

words on a page, words on a page, look at us now, we’re so beautiful.

[dante_kent]

Oh my god I want this. Ughhh, thou shalt not prompt swipe! Curse rules.

You have an evil brain and it should feel evil.

[upupa_epops]

YOU ARE HERE! I'm so happy to see you I'm actually willing to share this prompt ;). Only I'm warning you, I intend to write it sooner or later.

[dante_kent]

I am here! What a delightful welcome. I can't jack your prompt! I just got home from my trip and I'm about to crash but I checked in here and saw this and had feelings and this is a run-on sentence but I've slept 6 hours since Tuesday and I may be dying. So.

[upupa_epops]

Please don't die, I'm quite fond of you. You can prompt-jack me if you promise not to die! *tempts*

[fluffyfrolicker]

evil prompting is fun, marta internet!shouted at me when she first saw the prompt. evil prompts are the best.

#content.

(but seriously, though, everyone write this for me, it's flawless.)

[kwritten]

Elena

And it doesn’t matter that she didn’t ask to be beautiful, or to be born in a lake, or to live forever, or to not know how men breathe until they stop doing it.

(I saw this on Tumblr and though I haven't read this particular Valente novel yet, this quote is too flawless.)

[fluffyfrolicker]

oh i bet you want to write me elena/salvatores, the prompt's that awful awful poem we read a few months ago.

Girl, they can't understand you.
You rise from the as-heap in a blaze
and only then do they recognize you
as their one true love.

While you pray beneath your mother's
tree you carve a phoenix into your palm
with a hazel twig and coal;
every night she devours more of you.

You used to believe in angels.
Now you believe in the makeover;
if you can't get the grime off your face
and your foot into a size six heel

who will ever bother to notice you?
The kettle and the broom sear in your grasp,
snap into fragments. The turtledoves sing,
"There's blood within the shoe."

You deserve the palace, you think, as you signal
the pigeons to attack, approve the barrel filled with red-hot nails.
Its great hearth beckons, and the prince's flag
rises crimson in the angry sun.

He will love you for the heat you generate,
for the flames you ignite around you,
though he encase your tiny feet in glass
to keep them from scorching the ground.*