Writing meme.

[thelinesoflearning]

As I spend tonight attempting to jolt myself into a wordbrain.

Give me titles to fics I've never written and I will write you at least three sentences of that fic.

Current main fandoms: Welcome to Night Vale, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Firefly, Newsflesh, October Daye, Practical Magic, the Devil's Carnival, Sherlock BBC, tenatively Hannibal, and original fiction.
I'm willing to try other things you know I know, though, and a fuller list is here if you feel like poking it.

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[silveradept]

Wait, you're telling me that The Merry Witches of West Baker Street doesn't exist?

[sharpeningthebones]

I Can't Burn Long (But I'll Burn Brightly)
Tea Time At The Coffeehouse And Other Mistakes
Everything Will Be All Right: A Lullaby in Three Parts
The Stories We Say and the Truths We Dara Not Speak

[finch]

Hannibal Lecter's Cookbook of the Apocalypse?

[niya]

I admit that one of the fics you've never written, to my knowledge, that I've always wanted to read was One Night Together, the story where Kaylee Frye is alone on Serenity, making some repairs after a particularly trying job, and really dives into the relationship the two have with one another. (Kaylee x Serenity OTP ;)

Of course, in the Avengers universe, I was really looking forward to that fic you never wrote about the time Bruce and Tony... oh, well, I don't want to give it away. I think that was called Biochemical Engineering for obvious reasons. (I think what I liked most about that story was that, all too often it's like, oh if two people are that close they're obviously romantically involved, but this showed that isn't always true, you know?)

[alexseanchai]

October Daye, "If You Want To Break Free"

If You Want to Break Free

[thelinesoflearning]

Luna knows that, though her father will rage and cry and search when he realizes she's gone, he'll also forget her soon enough; that her mother loves her, but will never look for her. She knows that she won't need protection forever, and it's tempting to try and make it through alone. But she needs it now, and she's not stronger than her father, and she knows -- better than she knows herself, better than she knows anything but roses -- that her father will be Riding soon.

She also knows, though she hasn't seen her in so long that the woman herself is only a faint memory, where her aunt has made her home. Even for family, help from the Luidaeg will not be cheap; but there's no price higher than the one she'll have to pay if her father finds her.

Re: If You Want to Break Free

[alexseanchai]

Ouch ouch. ♥

Hannibal Lecter's Cookbook of the Apocalypse: Somehow this did not end up crack.

[thelinesoflearning]

But none of them are farmers or butchers, none of them are survivalists, and where would they be without him? None of them are willing to question where he gets the meat, as long as he keeps them fed. None of them are willing to entertain the questions he sees flickering in their eyes over a meal he refuses to let become less elegant, despite the less-than-ideal situation and the utilitarian plainness of their surroundings.

Biochemical Engineering: I think I don't know enough science to figure out a plot to this fic.

[thelinesoflearning]

He doesn't realize he visibly perks up until Tony grins. "You like this song? JARVIS, make it louder." And it's already loud enough to feel like an assault, but somehow it doesn't actually bother him; Bruce just laughs, leaning back in his chair and letting the music vibrate through him, waking him up. Too-late nights and too-long days and finding ways to startle yourself awake aren't exactly new to him, even if he usually has slightly more healthy routines than Tony Stark (but everyone has more healthy routines than Tony Stark).

This, though -- the shouted questions over too-loud music and stealing sips of each other's drink and someone peeking over his shoulder -- this he hasn't had in a while. Ever, if he's honest, and it's not just because Tony Stark's lab is not quite like anyone else's lab; he's had friends, even friends at work, but never this level of easy camaraderie before.

Everything Will Be All Right: A Lullaby in Three Parts [Hannibal]

[thelinesoflearning]

ii. Abigail

Color theory says that green is the color of healing, and hospitals and doctors are a starch, stark white. But green just makes her think of the trees her dad taught her how to climb, long before the first girl gone missing, and hospital white hurts her eyes.

No, healing is a rainbow of its own, grounded in browns. The soft brownish-white of dough under her fingers, the rhythm of four hands working together. The weird purple-brown of organs and the sticky red-brown of sauce and blood as she learns how to make food fancy, how to make a meal that looks like it came out of a cookbook, not some fifties homemaker throwback. The brown-grey of concrete under the rising sun, instead of grass and wood and leaves.

The Stories We Say and the Truths We Dare Not Speak [Newsflesh]

[thelinesoflearning]

Georgia -- his friend Georgia, not George, Georgia 2.0, whose opinions on the matter remain a mystery and, Mahir is sure, always will, at least to him -- Georgia would say they were. But Georgia saw in black and white, and even if Mahir hadn't seen in more shades of grey before, being a parent teaches you a lot of things. Some of those things are shocking and beautiful and impossible to put into words -- like the fact that you've never truly loved as much, as selflessly, or as selfishly until you're holding your child in your arms. Some of them are harsher, and crueler, and perhaps more important -- like the fact that there are such things in this world as necessary lie, that there's more reasons to lie than just to save your skin.

This is probably not what you were looking for. [Practical Magic/Sherlock]

[thelinesoflearning]

It wouldn't, Sherlock reflects as he lies on his couch, ignoring the whir of the blender and the cheerful chatter in the kitchen as hard as he can, be as bad if it was just Mummy. His mother is... strange, yes; and occasionally points out that she's not sure how the fun gene got bred out of him and his brother, but that it clearly did. But he loves his mother, despite the fact that she never quite seemed to understand him, or his choice in career, or his way of life (and, to be fair, she understands Mycroft even less, really).

The problem is, when Mummy decides to make a trip to visit, she always drags Aunt Sally along with her. And that means that Antonia remembers her littlest cousin is living only an hour away and comes to visit. And if everyone else is going to be there, it's guaranteed Kylie will show up twenty-four hours later, whether or not anyone's actually remembered to inform her of what's happening. And Antonia may or may not bring her children, and Kylie is bound to bring her girlfriend, and one time out of three -- which is one time too many -- the Aunts decide that clearly, what this gathering needs is more Owens women crowded into his flat.

And, well, the end result is, a family reunion is underway in his kitchen before Sherlock gets a chance to explain to John why his mother and aunt showing up is not a cause for celebration.

Re: Everything Will Be All Right: A Lullaby in Three Parts [Hannibal]

[sharpeningthebones]

<33333 I love this more than I really should. I love this and I love Abigail and you are only going to make me love her more.

Re: The Stories We Say and the Truths We Dare Not Speak [Newsflesh]

[sharpeningthebones]

Oh honey, I want this fic. I want both the fics but I want this one badly. I love you and love your words and just. <3<3<3<3<3<3

One Night Together

[thelinesoflearning]

Sometimes she even hears it in her dreams, talking back to her, not with wires and whirs and the engine's hum, but in a voice all her own. Serenity doesn't sound like anybody Kaylee's ever known, at least not that she can remember. She just sounds like Serenity, and when Kaylee puts the voice in her dreams and her girl together, she can't imagine anyone else sounding the same.

Tea Time At The Coffeehouse And Other Mistakes [Welcome to Night Vale] -- Yeah, I don't know.

[thelinesoflearning]

"But you went at tea time." Cecil's voice cuts through Carlos' complaint, and he can hear the frown in his voice. "Of course they gave you tea."

"But it's a coffeehouse. I didn't even know they served tea."

"Everyone serves tea at tea time." Cecil's voice is grave enough that Carlos knows what's coming even before he finishes, "It's a law."

"Right." Carlos bites his tongue and very carefully doesn't hit the steering wheel, because Night Vale laws are occasionally terrifying but generally fascinating, and stumbling into a new one is usually about as interesting as a scientific discovery, but not when it means he has to explain to the team why he's not coming in with coffee. "When does tea time end?"

"Oh, it's hard to say. It c--"

And whatever Cecil's about to say is probably both very interesting and very important, but Carlos has a lab full of tired scientists, so he cuts him off anyway. "Cecil. Can I buy a coffee maker during tea time?"

Re: Tea Time At The Coffeehouse And Other Mistakes [Welcome to Night Vale] -- Yeah, I don't know.

[sharpeningthebones]

Oh god, that is adorable. <3333 That makes me happier than it should.

Re: Hannibal Lecter&#39;s Cookbook of the Apocalypse: Somehow this did not end up crack.

[finch]

I was fully expecting crack, but that's actually awesomely creepy.

Re: This is probably not what you were looking for. [Practical Magic/Sherlock]

[silveradept]

It made me laugh, and therefore accomplished its purpose. Also, I can totally see Sherlock being so absolutely climbing-the-walls uncomfortable with the presence of so many women in his flat.

[sharpeningthebones]

Don't Dare Say The Word Destiny
You Know I Can See What The Future Will Be
Burn Your Candles (And Pray The Monsters Don't See)
I'm A Monster (But I'm Better Than You)
I Came (When You Left)
Can We Take A Minute (To Take Off Our Masks

You can spam me right back if you so choose.

[sharpeningthebones]

Who Are We? (The Crazy Kids)
Wherever You Are (On the Dancefloor, At The Bar)
When The World Ends, Is God Going Down With It?
Following Her Footsteps (Blood Is Relative)
Grandmother Darkness
A Brief Note From An Undine
Counting The Lightning.
The Earthquake Peddler
Prairie Phoenix
And Poison In Thy Tongue
Asking The Old Ones (An Anthem For The Lost)