Tag: meme response

made-up fic title meme: if you don’t mind something surreal/ludicrous, “Rubber Duck War Dance,” please (and if that’s not your speed, that is cool too!)

*blinks and grins*

MCU, de-aging fic. The sole remaining (semi-)responsible adults are Clint Barton and Thor. Everyone else is some age of self-mobile pre-school child. Bath time involves lots of water toys, everyone and the bathroom absolutely soaked, at least one toddler escaping being toweled dry and dressed for bed, and Tony and Natasha marching around with rubber ducks, singing something that makes no sense to Clint and only makes sense to Thor because Allspeak.

There are pictures. And video.

When they’re returned to their proper ages, everyone remembers what happened. The Rubber Duck War Dance (and song) become an Avengers & company inside joke.

For this meme. Please, send me more!

Title: Burning Bridges

For this prompt thing.

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
AU where Julian’s genius and ability are not due to genetic resequencing, but hard work and effort, as well as genetic luck.
Julian Bashir/Elim Garak, perhaps. Certainly if I actually write this, it will be.

It is enough to lose him his Starfleet commission and his medical license that Julian is accused of being genetically modified. A whisper of the wrong sort to the wrong person, and his father has cost him everything he has worked so hard for, because no matter how much his friends are willing to fight for him, there is too much fear higher up in Starfleet for the taint to be cleared once offered.

Julian is offered a chance to get a Bajoran medical license, but he would still not be allowed to work in the infirmary on the station because of Starfleet regulations, and the fear of those higher up the chain of command. He can have his career or his friends and found family. Neither is quite enough, and after a few months of trying to find a way around the obstacles Starfleet has thrown in his way, Julian leaves on the eve of war.

No one on the station sees him again for several years, while the Dominion ravages the Alpha Quadrant. Only letters, exchanged through several intermediaries, reassure the crew he is alive and thriving. Text, never images.

Alongside these, there are coded communications being regularly delivered to Bajor from behind enemy lines, useful information about the Dominion’s war efforts. Precious information that only Garak and Sisko people know the source of, and neither is willing to talk about it.

A few weeks after the first offensive strike of the Federation into Cardassian territory, the letters stop, though not the coded communications. Garak and Sisko do not tell the others that Julian is still alive, even to the point of having a memorial service for him.

Only after the war ends does anyone see him again, and it takes Garak most of a year to track down where Julian is at, around all the other various things he has to do on Cardassia. Julian could have come to him, sooner, but that would imply he wants to return to the frustration of a life where he can have career or family, and he has no intention of doing that, when he could have both. Even if it’s not the family he’d built before.

“I have to say, gray suits you very well, Doctor.”

“And being home suits you, Garak.”

Meme

People I would like to know better – apparently you’re supposed to make your own post for this, not reblog with your own, so. If you’re gonna do this, make it your own, don’t reblog mine (although, as I said, Reasons for not actually answering a couple of questions).

Tagged by: @voidspun

Tagging: if you wanna play, feel free. If you don’t, no worries. I’m too tired to want to tag people tonight.

Name/Alias: Morgyn Leri

Birthday: Not posted here for a reason.

Zodiac Sign: See above

Height: 5’3"

Time: 20:40

Sleep: Is lovely, I’d like more of it

Favorite Books: Everything I don’t want to throw across the room. Particularly fond of speculative fiction.

Favorite Artists: Going by most played songs…. Capella Gregoriana, Annbjørg Lien, Cassidy Haley, Imagine Dragons, and Miracle of Sound. (I tend to like playlists more than any individual artists or albums.)

Last Movie Watched: Megamind

College: I do not have enough rude gestures.

Dream Job: Making hand-crafted things that are useful for others and requires a minimum of interaction with the general public, and does not involve other people in the same work space who can interrupt with attempts at small talk while I am working.

The meaning behind your URL: It’s my name. My chosen name, not one saddled on me by other people who make assumptions about who I am going to be, and who I’m supposed to be, and what I’m supposed to be, and can BITE ME.

Totally a dragon.

Maaaybe?

*tucks wings back, and smiles carefully to hide their teeth*

I like the idea of being a dragon. The potential for immortality, the flying under my own power, the hordes of books and shiny things and all sorts of art and words and. and. And the power to protect my friends, and readily cook my food, and chew on people what need chewed on.

Yes, yes, I like this plan.

(Goes with this meme.)

You remind me of the cyclops from the Odyssey not because you want to eat a man but because you want to be left in peace with your animals and crafts but living with a whole group of people who are like you and care enough to come running if you need them. Or maybe Moirai from Greek mythology who spin the threads of fate.

Thank you!

That does make sense, and yeah. That’s a lot of where I’m at, at this point. And I think I mostly found it, if not entirely in a geographical sense, but definitely a place where I can be (mostly) left to do my thing, try to be a reasonable human being, and there’s a bunch of awesome people who are just a click away.

(Goes with this meme.)