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thisbluespirit) wrote2018-06-13 05:37 pm
thisbluespirit) wrote2018-06-13 05:37 pm
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A wild writing meme appears!
It's been a while, but let's risk the wrath of summer and do this thing! Snagged from john_amend_all and romanajo123:
Take a pairing (or two or more characters), and put them in this random generator, then post your favorite resulting prompts (as many as you wish) in a comment below and I will try to oblige you by writing at least one of them.
With this sort of thing, anything goes, as long as I know the fandom at least in passing & I'll just let you know if I don't know it or can't write it. And the above seems to suggest using the same pairing/combination for all the prompts, but I'm just as happy with multiple pairings as well as prompts to choose from.
(See my tags and interests for some guidance if you need some.)
john_amend_all and romanajo123:Take a pairing (or two or more characters), and put them in this random generator, then post your favorite resulting prompts (as many as you wish) in a comment below and I will try to oblige you by writing at least one of them.
With this sort of thing, anything goes, as long as I know the fandom at least in passing & I'll just let you know if I don't know it or can't write it. And the above seems to suggest using the same pairing/combination for all the prompts, but I'm just as happy with multiple pairings as well as prompts to choose from.
(See my tags and interests for some guidance if you need some.)
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Silver / Liz Shaw - Shopping
Liz Shaw / Silver - Desert
Liz Shaw / Silver - orphans
Silver / Liz Shaw - competition
Liz Shaw / Martha Jones - road trip
Liz Shaw / Martha Jones - invisibility
Martha Jones / Liz Shaw - Babysitting
Liz Shaw / Martha Jones - telepathic trauma
Martha Jones / Silver - staying up late
Martha Jones / Silver - Public transportation
Silver / Martha Jones - Pick-up line
Silver / Martha Jones - Awkward moment
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Some of the resulting ones are quite odd. Such as this: "John Seward / Mina Harker / Jonathan Harker - clones & restrained & Fair/Amusement Park," and this: "Jonathan Harker / Abraham Van Helsing / Count Dracula - Easily amused & Sleepwalking/Sleeptalking."
I must say, Seward got a lot of holding hands, which feels fitting for the Dracula (1968) version of him...but who is the manic pixie dream girl in that last Dracula/Seward thing? (It's Jonathan, isn't it? Just change it to a guy, and it's got to be Jonathan.)
John Seward / Lucy Weston - poltergeist & telepathy/mindmeld & imprisonment & holding hands
John Seward - Holding hands & chosen one & fire
Count Dracula / John Seward - Wishes & Stockholm syndrome & manic pixie dream girl & holding hands
This one, on the other hand, I don't see working out well for any party:
Lucy Weston / Jonathan Harker / Count Dracula - Learning how to love
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(It also threw up something about Captain Jack being closeted. !! Poor meme, it's probably the one thing in the galaxy he hasn't come on to.)
Oh blimey, I just hit the button again, and it's given me: "Del Tarrant / Dayna Mellanby / the Master - putting on a show". I think I've broken it. Also, it keeps pairing off Gus Hedges and Sir Humphrey Appleby, which is terrifying. Imagine the conversations! They'd be so busy trying to tortuously out-doublespeak each other, they'd never manage anything else.
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I was putting things through the UC generator the other day with hopes of finding something I could write, but had to save these ones which made me laugh too much to lose them:
316) Phantom Lover by Rebecca York
He Came To Her In The Night
In the darkened bedroom of Ravencrest, Mina Harker was seduced by an unseen lover. A lover whose scorching kiss was strangely familiar. Was her midnight caller John Seward, her onetime love, or was it the mythical ghost who haunted the cliffside, windswept estate on the California coast?
A P.I., Mina had come undercover to Ravencrest to find its owner, John, and ensure his well-being. But Mina knew she was out of her league the moment she saw its dark rock spires and its creepy inhabitants who claimed a crazy John was a prisoner in his own chambers. But Mina heard his husky voice, felt his sizzling touch…. Exactly who was weaving an undeniable, erotic spell around her?
(IT CAN ONLY BE THE GHOST, MINA.)
491) No Conventional Miss by Eleanor Webster
Count Dracula is an unlikely debutant. He favours fact over fashion, cares not for 'proper' conversation and is haunted by ghostly visions which could land him in the madhouse! Marriage is definitely the last thing on Dracula's mind...
But when he's caught in a compromising position with Viscount Adam Adamant suddenly he finds himself betrothed! And, worse, his powerful presence only increases his visions. By shedding light on the Viscount's past, can Dracula gain his trust and win him round his more ... unconventional traits?
280) The Resurrectionist – Sierra Woods (M&B Nocturne )
Lucy Weston is tough… even the grave couldn’t keep her down. Ever since mysterious beings brought her back from her tragic murder, she’s been using her newfound powers to restore justice. It’s dangerous work and backup doesn’t hurt – especially when it’s from hunky cop Jonathan Harker.
There’s only one catch: after what her ex-husband did, Lucy can never trust another man. She’ll just have to keep ignoring the heat sizzling between them. But as a great evil begins to rise, Lucy and Jonathan must get closer than they’ve ever been before.
:-D
(Are you actually not requesting all of the above prompts or are you requesting some of them or ...??)
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LOL, it does indeed!
(It also threw up something about Captain Jack being closeted. !! Poor meme, it's probably the one thing in the galaxy he hasn't come on to.)
It's feeling neglected, poor thing.
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Or run screaming into the shills - whichever works for you!
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Anyway, hopefully you'll find something worthwhile among:
Amy / Ace - stuck in an elevator & Inclement weather & Color
Susan Q / Ace - Hero/Idol & Embracing imperfection
Jamie / Nyssa - homesickness
Amy / Tegan - cake!fic
Jamie / Amy - hurt/comfort & orphans & One Night Stand
Ace - pre-canon & Lighthouse
Ally from Tumblr w/ TSOTT prompts
(Anonymous) 2018-06-13 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)Elizabeth of York / Henry VII - poltergeist & side effects
Elizabeth of York / Henry VII - Telepathy/Mental Connection
Elizabeth of York / Henry VII - fountain of youth & quick let's get out of here
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Jago / Litefoot - Running out of time & mutation
Seven / Ace / Mel - werewolves & five things
Seven / Ace - interrogation
Nyssa / Tegan / Five - Reunited
Eighth Doctor - alien invasion
Sarah Jane / Four - hostages & accidental baby acquisition
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He's not a prisoner, he likely insists. The door just got stuck, poor man, but nobody will find a locksmith.
You're right, it can only be the ghost, because John is banging on that door trying to get out. If only Mina would put aside her husky voiced ghost and use that key he dropped, please and thank you.
Count Dracula is an unlikely debutant.
I think I had that result with Dracula, too, when I tried it a while ago. If not, then something very close to it. Granted, it was Seward he ended up betrothed to.
My brain is currently melting from the heat around here, sorry. Not all of the above ones in the other comment, no--I didn't want to leave you with too much. I'll just request the one with the sleepwalking, and the one with the poltergeist.
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I am not necessarily great at other people's fandoms, but I plugged in what I could remember and these were my favorites, occasionally for values of WTF:
Steel / Roderick Alleyn / Sapphire - cages & theft
Sapphire / Leela / Agatha Troy - explosions & manic pixie dream girl
the Seventh Doctor / Silver / Sapphire - combat & One Night Stand
the Fourth Doctor / Sapphire / the Seventh Doctor - noodle incident
Dracula / Leela / Mina Harker - mistaken identity
Silver / Mina Harker - Power outage & Awkward moment
Roderick Alleyn / Mina Harker - Books & secret admirer
Sapphire / the Seventh Doctor - crack fic & unwanted transformation
Sapphire / Dracula - Unicorns & Blowing dandelion seeds [what]
the Seventh Doctor / the Fourth Doctor - faking amnesia
Roderick Alleyn / the Seventh Doctor - alien abduction
Mina Harker / Agatha Troy - Private
Agatha Troy / Silver - Anniversary
[This one may be canonical] Mina Harker / Dracula - Reunited
[This one is definitely canonical] Steel / Silver - attacked by a creature
[Frankly, I'm surprised this didn't happen] Silver / Sapphire - doppelganger
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/14928708
;-D
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Why the hell did autocarrot change hills to 'shills' - I've never typed 'shills' on my tablet EVER!! Dear gods!
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You're right, it can only be the ghost, because John is banging on that door trying to get out. If only Mina would put aside her husky voiced ghost and use that key he dropped, please and thank you.
LOL! This is clearly what is happening, there can be no question.
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These are great and I am always here for randomly generated prompts that contain values of WTF because what else are random generators for?
:-D
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ETA: I typed this and then thought: Silver, probably. And then, well, that explains it all...
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Liz Shaw / Delgado!Master - Love without sex & locked in
Delgado!Master / Liz Shaw - Attraction & penance and reform & Stars/Outer Space
Liz Shaw / Delgado!Master - swashbuckler & Hangover
Re: Ally from Tumblr w/ TSOTT prompts
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What would you say if instead my hand slipped and I wrote the Mina/Jonathan/John clones + restrained + fair/amusement park?
I mean, only asking for purely theoretical reasons! *whistles*
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I'd say it's fantastic and go with it!
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I fingers-crossed look forward!
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Liz Shaw / Delgado!Master - swashbuckler & Hangover, g, 462 words
“I believe that would be the effect of the rum,” said someone else, his voice much too near and much too loud.
Liz gave up and closed her eyes again.
“My dear Miss Shaw,” said the voice, as someone passed her a beaker of something that smelled even viler than the rum she’d drunk last night, “I think you will find this will help.”
Liz hesitated, but then decided that few things could be worse, even poison, so she sipped at it. Moments later, she felt much better. Advanced alien hangover cures, miracles guaranteed, she supposed and wondered if she could manage to keep some in a flask somewhere for proper analysis later. She could make a fortune and fund her own research. When she wasn’t trapped in the seventeenth century with the Doctor’s arch enemy aboard a pirate ship, that was.
“You seemed to be getting into the piratical life,” said the Master. “My congratulations. I had no idea you were so adept at wielding a cutlass.”
There hadn’t seemed to be much point in doing anything other than making the most of it last night, she remembered now. What exactly a respected Cambridge physicist was going to do as a lawless pirate queen had been a question she’d preferred to duck in favour of playing up to the cliché. There might also have been too much bad rum.
“Anyway, I have been deciphering the Arkxedii document – not precisely a treasure map, as the crew thought, but not so far off – and I believe that if you can continue to keep control of the ship, we can make our way to their hiding place.”
Liz glared. “And why would I want to do that, given that this is all your fault in the first place?”
“Miss Shaw, once I salvage some of the Arkxedii technology, I can fix the fault in my TARDIS and have you back to Cambridge before anyone notices you’re missing. Bringing you here was a miscalculation – not my plan at all.”
“And why should I trust you? You’ll probably kill me the moment you’ve got your hands on the stuff, or leave me stranded here.”
The Master gave a cough. “Do remember that, as I said, I have seen the way you handle a cutlass. Most enlightening, Miss Shaw. I don’t think it would be wise to cross you while you’re armed. Besides, I might even have a proposition for you later. I feel we could be useful to one another.”
Whatever it is, thought Liz, the answer is no. But even she had enough self-preservation to save saying that to his face until after she was safely back in the twentieth century again.
the Seventh Doctor / Silver / Sapphire - combat & One Night Stand, G, 908 words
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“It’s muddy,” said Silver. It was more of a protest than a statement of fact. “And wet.”
Sapphire’s mouth twitched. “These are wetlands.”
“Why am I here?” he said, screwing up his face. “This isn’t my sort of affair. Someone’s made a mistake.”
Sapphire became very still, straining to hear, see, or in any way sense what was tugging at the edges of her awareness: voices? No, not quite that. Nothing as definite as a voice.
“Good question,” said someone from behind them, someone who was not Silver. “Why are you here? It isn’t safe, you know. And it must be quite the graveyard, under the surface.”
Sapphire didn’t turn. She smiled. Steel would, of course, be alarmed to find a Time Lord in the vicinity of a break, but she found them intriguing. Especially this one. Besides, that was what had been pulling at her. His presence was a coincidence, but not what had caused the trouble, and he had put his finger on the heart of the matter.
“Yes,” she said. That was what she had been sensing. “Bodies, buried deep. They may not still be here, but they fell here once, and it’s not been forgotten yet.” She leant against the gate, with its mix of informative and warning notices about the historic nature of the site and the danger of nature, and looked out over the flat, reedy land. She turned her head to take in the church tower of the nearby village: the church window had been broken in the battle; houses damaged. Memories of that also lurked here.
“Sedgemoor,” said the Doctor. “Another battle. Bodies, blood, bones.” He twisted his mouth in momentary distaste as he said it. “All rather pointless in this case.”
Silver had removed himself to a safe distance, sitting on the fence, watching the newcomer; watching Sapphire. Now, he leapt down. “Bodies, yes,” he said, “And weapons. That’s why I’m here.”
“Do you like weapons?”
“Do I?” said Silver. “They’re a little crude, but they’re more in my line of work than reeds and mud. Sapphire, there must be something – armour, or a sword, or knife – something like that. Still there. The focus.”
Sapphire bit back another smile. “As you say, Silver, that’s why you’re here. You’ll have to fish for it.”
“Sapphire,” he said, with deep reproach, but waded into the murky water nevertheless.
The Doctor consulted something in his hands that looked like a pocket watch, but which was not. Even from here, Sapphire could sense alien metal and advanced technology at work, measuring and calculating. She shot a wary look at Silver, but he was moving forward, frowning in concentration and no doubt in disapproval of the discomfort and indignity of his part, and gave no sign that he had spotted the Doctor’s intriguing toy.
“I’d try over there,” said the Doctor, and pointed. “But be careful. It’s giving off some peculiar signals.”
Silver seemed now to be listening to the area the Doctor had indicated. “It would,” he said, and flickered a look at Sapphire. Sapphire. He’s right. I’m not sure if I should touch it.
Asking before you touch, Silver? Sapphire raised an eyebrow.
Silver pulled a face in return.
She crossed to join him and plunged her hand into the mud, going down deeper than Silver could have done, from the present into the past. Her eyes glowed a fierce blue. She could see the soldiers, hear the cries of battle, the alarm of the nearby villagers. Weapons. Mud. Fire. Blood. Bodies.
Her hand tightened around a dagger. It wanted to tell her it was still encrusted with the blood of the dead, but that was impossible. It could only be steel, covered in mud.
“Weapons,” said the Doctor, and he was suddenly nearer than he should have been. Sapphire opened her eyes. She was standing beside him, back on the path. Silver was sitting on the fence again, smoothing down his clothes, shaking himself, even though there was no sign of the mud that should have stained his suit. “They always lead to trouble. One way or another.”
“This one certainly did,” Sapphire said and held it out to him.
The Doctor nodded, and took it, and his piece of alien technology flared into life, enveloping the dagger in a containment field. Sapphire could sense the change in the air around the item; molecules shifted momentarily out of their regular patterns.
“That won’t hold it forever,” she said. “We need to destroy it.”
The Doctor looked at Silver. “Yes. But its influence can’t escape the field, while I think your friend here could navigate his way in, as it were.”
“Of course,” said Silver. He smiled briefly, and then took the dagger from Sapphire. “Oh, very nice,” he said, and gave the Doctor’s ‘watch’ a wistful glance. “I don’t suppose you’d let me look at that?”
Silver, said Sapphire in warning.
“Only a look,” said Silver, but he was already changing the dagger, transforming it into one long neutral strip of steel, clean of all its dirt, and then into a fork and spoon. “There!”
The Doctor switched the field off. “Has it worked?”
Sapphire picked up the two items of cutlery, and then nodded.
“Of course it has,” said Silver. “It’s entirely changed. Much more useful, besides, and with no trace of what it was before.”
The place still held the memory, though, Sapphire noted as they left. They so often did.
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I like it!
“Of course it has,” said Silver. “It’s entirely changed. Much more useful, besides, and with no trace of what it was before.”
That is a charming swords into ploughshares.
Thank you!
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alec/daisy - screw the rules i have money! & mountains. ha!
Re: Liz Shaw / Delgado!Master - swashbuckler & Hangover, g, 462 words
Re: Liz Shaw / Delgado!Master - swashbuckler & Hangover, g, 462 words
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(In the normal way, I'd snap up late prompts, too, but right now I am a bit of a mess, so I will just admire it from a distance and be glad you shared. (sorry).)