Tag: meme response

Teal, mauve, blush, crimson

For this meme.

TEAL = We have a lot in common.
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better.
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!

*melts*

I’m almost always willing to entertain the potential for collaboration. A few hard nopes, a few squicks, and a great delight in AUs and crossovers.

Usually best with IM or Google Docs, since both have relatively immediate feedback for a writing session. Sometimes using both, since I’m used to writing back-and-forth for collaborations (they are one of the few times I am likely to do first draft/final draft, because it’s easier to just go without revising/editing during the writing when writing with someone else, and return to it later).

Also would be very happy to do art/writing collaboration, as they’re the best part about the entire concept of big bangs for me, and doing that outside the constraints of those sorts of challenges would be awesome. Would give me an actual goal for art.

C, X, Y

For this set of questions.

C – A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Just one? I will leave out those where I simply dislike one character altogether, regardless of pairing (like, say, Kylo Ren, or Palpatine), but here, have a list.

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Duncan MacLeod/Methos (and not just because I don’t like MacLeod)
Odo/Kira
Julian Bashir/Ezri Dax
Aeryn Sun/John Crichton
Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler (as a romance, particularly)
Erik Lenscherr (Magneto)/Charles Xavier

X – A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Huh. I’m not sure there’s a trope I’m going to love in all my fandoms. I like the theme of found family across the board, but that’s not a trope. And I do not have the time to go poking around TVTropes to figure anything out.

(I don’t even do mirror-verse type things across the board, and that’s the trope that I use most broadly.)

Y – What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

Supernatural
Dishonored
Discworld
Game of Thrones
Sense8 (I think that’s how it’s spelled?)

And then there’s a whole list of things I’ve blacklisted either because I’m not interested and there’s a lot of it, and/or because it’s bad for my mental health for reasons I’m not getting into.

For the title meme: “Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.” (Walt Whitman)

For this. Currently not taking more, as I have to finish what I have.

Star Wars

Here, in the space between one moment and the next, they can see all spread before them, to know what they have been in another life, in many other lives.

Padmé

Here, she dies to birth three – her children, and a new life for her husband.

In another world, she is Beloved, she is Sister, she is the builder of a sanctuary for those who had bowed and broken under the dark. She stands proud and defiant until the end, even as her world is burned to a cinder around her.

Another world, and she is the painted symbol of hope, teeth bared and hand held tightly in that of her best friend and best beloved. The Commander, the Queen, the face of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

A Sith, determined and cruel, if not entirely unjust. Holding tightly to what she wants to keep for herself, Anakin kneeling at her feet in adoration and submission. The galaxy waiting to burn at her command.

Obi-Wan

Here, he dies in peace, at the hands of his former apprentice.

In another world, he is trapped in a prison not entirely unlike that he had a hand in putting Anakin in, fettered by the harm done to his body, and the cruelties of the Sith to serve the Emperor. Granted freedom finally, only to be uncertain what to do with it.

He was taught by Plo Koon, befriended by a Senator and his family, one teacher of many to a boy who shone so brightly in the Force it was a wonder not more could see it. There is not death upon death in his life to drive him to agony.

There, the vessel of the Sith, learning to dance and move to a different tune, a deeper and darker current of the Force that drowns those who do not learn swiftly enough. A thorn in the side of Sidious, and hunted by all.

Leia

She is a General, a Princess, a leader, matriarch of her small family.

In another world, she is the fierce and defiant daughter of Vader, student of a ghost, and teacher of Luke. Vod to Fett, annoying pain in Yoda’s backside, hero of the Battle of Yavin, first of a new Jedi Order alongside her brother.

Laughing and happy child in a city of light growing up with uncles and aunts and her brother, but always keenly aware of the absence of mother and father. The leader of an army that breaks the shadow and sun of the Empire, holding her father as the Imperator dies.

Captive of an Obi-Wan she barely recognizes. Headstrong teenage daughter of Padmé and Anakin. Beloved leader of the Rebellion, whose voice sways worlds to their cause as readily as her mother.

Maul

He dies at the hands of a Jedi apprentice barely older than he is.

He falls down the same shaft, but he doesn’t die, and neither does the tiny Jedi apprentice who would sacrifice himself for a Master who cares nothing for him. He teaches a Jedi to be a Sith, and finds himself learning to be a Jedi in turn.

Here, he is the conqueror of an Empire, leader of a new Sith Order, and the scourge of the Jedi. He is lover to a Queen who rules with an iron fist. He is father to a daughter who is as powerful as he, and with her mother’s strength of will.

A Jedi who dances at the edges of the shadows, friend – and more – to Kenobi, son of the Temple more than he would ever be the son of Dathomir. General, warrior, and utterly and entirely Jedi.

Ahsoka

She is trapped in a Sith temple, alone, injured and dying.

All she needs in this world is a warm and sunny place to nap, Skyguy to stop picking her up by the scruff of the neck, and access to food, water, and trips to the Temple to chase the others who’d been transformed as she was.

Her lessons are mostly of the Jedi, but when she is given the choice, they include lessons that she cannot share with others at the Temple. Neither Master Kenobi nor Skyguy seem to be monsters, and she’s willing to walk in the dark beside them as far as they will let her.

This one is pain and death upon death upon death, her only ally a bitterly angry Zabrak Sith. When they find a way free of the labyrinth of many deaths, she isn’t sure what keeps them together, but the alliance once made is hard to discard.

Jango

A death that should not have been, losing his head to a Jedi’s blade.

Here, he is Mandalore, with the symbol of Mandalore rising over his head and two women at his side – Satine and her sister. He is defender of his people, and the one dragging them all into a new era, even those who still embrace the worst of their past.

There, he is a quietly retired bounty hunter, his place on Geonosis taken by a clone who never knows different. He raises Boba to be as dangerous and efficient as he is, and watches proudly as his son takes up the armor and the Fett name.

Another, guard to a newly crowned Empress and Emperor. Not the visible one, but the captain of their guard, picking only the best clones and born soldiers to keep safe the Imperial Family and their household. A long life and comfortable death of age.

Asajj

She is a discarded apprentice, hurting and furious.

Another world, she is beloved apprentice-daughter, chasing after her Masters’ younger apprentice, the little zabrak a fond irritation. He’ll make a fine Sith one day, and she will be glad to see it.

Here, she has a brother at her side, and Kenobi teaches her what he can of Jedi ways while she teaches him to survive Rattatak. They walk together into a life of twilight, Warlords and Gray Jedi, with Skywalker to teach the Force while he teaches them to be part of his family.

Teacher and older sister to a pair of cloned Jedi. She follows them to free others like them, and finds herself calling a truce with old enemies to care for children who would have been discarded with even less care than she had been.

Other lives flash past other eyes, universe upon universe. Every walk of life, every path their lives could take, each decision, each little shift of the Force, of fate, of lives. Few constants are found from one place to another, save they always can recognize themselves in who they see, no matter how different.

AUs in this, since I have more than will fit in the tags along with the rest of it:

Sith Ascendant
As It All Burns
Dark Lady Padmé

Ashes and Hope
Green Fire
Chorus and Solo

Jedi Leia
Queen of Mercy and Grace
Daerja

Darkness In the Light
Their Name Is Death
Sons of the Temple

Cats and Murder Kittens
Seeds of the Dark
World of Stone

We Are Defiance
All Her Daughters
Emperor Dooku

A Wealth of Shadows
Between Shadows and Suns (newly named)
Teeny Tiny Mandalorian Kenobis

Top 5 warm drinks?

1. Mulled Cider (cinnamon, allspice, clove)

2. Hot Chocolate (Penzeys, either their mix or using their cocoa)

3. Tangerine Orange Zinger Tea (Celestial Seasonings; brewed sour and unsweetened is best, lots of honey and a little lime or lemon for colds/flu)

4. sweet spiced custard (eggs, heavy cream, cane sugar, honey, nutmeg, vanilla)

5. beef broth with ginger (from scratch is best, from bullion is acceptable)

For the title thing: Blink With Your Eyes Closed

For this. Still taking prompts.

Star Trek: DS9, Children of the Order AU.

Julian Bashir Gennel is twelve years old, newly adopted, and in possession of a new face and family. He needs to learn, and learn fast, how to blend in to Cardassian culture.

His new extended family is more than willing to help him learn, and he’s not always quite sure what to make of that, or indeed, what to make of them. Except that they, like several other families he meets in his first year on Cardassia, have a long habit of multiple people being part of the Obsidian Order.

Secrets and strangeness are part of their lives. Even one adopted human who prefers to be as Cardassian as he can be isn’t outside the realm of normality – well, perhaps just a little. Not outside acceptability, though. And besides, he is a swift learner, a good child, and eager to serve the State which had so kindly granted him a face he likes better than that he was born with.

Service they will never know much of, as they know well enough not to ask what those who serve the Obsidian Order do in their work.

…

Probably do other bits with the Gennel family around the events in the story already in progress, their hopes for their adopted human, and for those he decides he likes and wants to keep.

For the title prompt: “The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.” (are multiple prompts okay? Because I’ve got a great quote page and there are SO MANY good titles to be pulled from it.*G*)

For this. I’m still taking more, though I cannot promise I will finish them all today.

Taking inspiration from the song those lines are from. 🙂

Star Trek (DS9, TNG)

Damar didn’t murder Ziyal, and Dukat did not have his mental breakdown. The Federation falls back and back under the onslaught of the Dominion, though behind them they leave mines and partisans and anything they can to inconvenience the Dominion in their advance. Falling back and fortifying and holding out against the siege.

And when they finally can, they turn the tide with a viciousness that humanity thought they had left behind when they took the first real steps out past their system. The Dominion crumbles in front of their advance – the Founders are dead, the Vorta and the Jem’Hadar don’t know what to do without them. The Cardassians revolt, long since tired of being ground down for no gain, and Dukat finds himself at the mercy of people who no longer trust him.

Garak returns to a Cardassia that has been rather less burned than it was in canon, but is still not the Cardassia of his youth. He remains to help rebuild.

Sisko finally returns to Bajor, though it has taken him years longer than he had hoped. His work as the Emissary is not complete yet, though I’m not sure how that would go.

Jadzia and Worf go to the Klingon home world (I remember how to say it, but not how to spell it), and are the joint Federation ambassadors.

Kira takes charge of DS9 once the Cardassians have left again – she’s spent many of those years once more a member of a resistance, and she hopes this time she really can live in peace.

Julian goes to Cardassia after he finds he can’t settle back into life on DS9, because he needs something to do that is a challenge, and the only greater challenge than Cardassia would be helping worlds in the Gamma Quadrant, and he’s not sure he wants to face that yet.

I’m not sure what anyone else would be doing, but I’m also not sure I’d want to explore the AU any deeper than this, either.

If you’re still doing fic title prompts! – ‘Crown of Stars in Braids Like Night’

Honestly, if anyone wants to send me more of these at any time, I’m not going to say no. Might take a while, but not going to turn them down.

Ok. This. Oh, this. Hello.

It begins like this.

A woman with eyes of desert night, a bright and dangerous smile, and hair coiled and hidden away like anyone else comes to join a group making a long and dangerous journey from the safety of a fragile green globe to a drier, colder desert of red dust.

She is a woman of science, of technology, of green growing things and making the most of thin soils and dry climates and harsh conditions. Choosing carefully her portion of the cargo, her part of the journey. It is an ending, here, as she steps into a ship outward bound.

It begins like this.

He has a kind smile and a round dark face and the gentlest voice. A knack for raising goats and reading the weather. Forgettable but never forgotten, always with enough to share with those who don’t have quite enough for themselves. Perhaps not the first choice to take a journey, but he is willing to risk it anyway.

No college has ever seen him, and he has no papers to say he knows what he knows. But he is good with people, and he is good with supplies, and he always can get the most out of what he is given. It is enough, though most aren’t quite sure if he got into this on his merits or by who he knows. The whispers are a familiar friend, and he steps from one place to another content.

It begins like this.

A coil of black silk, combed and braided and pinned to hold a veil in place that is more than bright fabric and modesty. A scattering of glitter that shimmers in the artificial lighting. Shards of shaped glass nestled into her hair, hiding, waiting to spark and shine.

Water trickling through clear tubing, nurturing more than anyone expected, bounty for the taking of those who believe in their lady of the garden. Who sing praises to their botanist making an Eden in the red desert. She soaks it in like rain, and whispers it back in broad leaves and bright fruits.

It begins like this.

Every breath is precious, and every moment, and everyone finds they have enough of both, no matter that maybe one or the other should have run out a little sooner than they did. No one knows how it happens, but they’re always glad to thank their supply manager for giving them a little extra oxygen, that moment longer they needed to do their job.

He just smiles, and tells them it’s nothing, he’s glad they were able to do what they needed. And if he gathers up that kindness, that thanks, and feeds it into a quiet project that makes the science not quite make sense, well, who’s to know?

It begins like this.

Careful steps into thin air, thick ropes of black hanging free and studded with chips of metal that wink under a glaring cold sun. Fingers digging into dusty ground, leaving a gift behind. Power whispering across a desert like a sudden flood of rain, leaving blood red where once was rust.

A hint of warmth and water in the air, a wisp of coiling white that vanishes into golden skies. A shift underfoot, and a renewed heat sparking a dormant heart into life once more. A wide smile and rich laughter as old powers settle into new forms.

It begins like this.

Rain on a desert planet. Flowers under a golden sky.

A battle won against an adversary they will forever dance with.

Brilliant stars in crowns of black braids, dancing under a new sun.

It is an end that brings a beginning, and perhaps one day those they have loved best since their birth will reach out again, a little further, and they can begin all over again.