The Marquis de All The Knives (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
balsamandash) wrote2017-01-18 02:59 pm
balsamandash) wrote2017-01-18 02:59 pm
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Memes!
I will attempting an actual update sometime in the next couple of days, especially because I mean to go rifle belatedly through friending memes, but for now, I am stealing memes.
Which fictional setting would you put me in, and what sort of role would I play there?
Or alternately:
Comment with a fanfic trope (and a character/pairing for it, if you want) and I will tell you:
• How likely I am to write it
• A few lines of a theoretical fic
(Fandom list, if you need it)
Which fictional setting would you put me in, and what sort of role would I play there?
Or alternately:
Comment with a fanfic trope (and a character/pairing for it, if you want) and I will tell you:
• How likely I am to write it
• A few lines of a theoretical fic
(Fandom list, if you need it)
Newsflesh and Food
Specifically the Newsflesh I'd write for the theme honestly would have nothing to do with George, Shaun, or anyone else in AtET; I... guess it would have to be about their parents, if I didn't want to make it about OCs, because I'd be more interested in writing about like... the changing culture during and after the Rising, and the relationship with food and cooking for people who remember what it was like when meat was safe.
I don't actually know if I could write that fic properly, but I'd definitely want to.
This is not that story, but, eh. Also man would I need to reread at least some of Newsflesh to try and write fic for it, I feel kind of rusty. I could maybe do George and Shaun but that's about it.
Maggie considers pushing for a moment, but she gets the feeling that if she pushes Mahir too fast, he won't break; he'll just shore up his walls and pretend there was never anything to see. Instead, she turns back to the pantry and busies herself with digging out all the ingredients; she's already setting up pans and pots on the stove, fiddling with them too long so that she doesn't have to walk away after turning the burners on, when she finally hears him speak again, muffled and so quiet she almost misses it.
"I can cook, I swear, I just haven't much lately. Nan -- she likes to experiment." His voice wavers; his face is hidden in his hands when she turns towards him again, leaning on the table like it's the only thing keeping him up.
He's silent for a minute. "She sounds nice," Maggie says, more to prompt him than anything else, and Mahir gives a quiet laugh.
"She's wonderful. Terrible taste in husbands," he says dryly, scrubbing at his eyes and finally looking back up at her. "But she more than makes up for it everywhere else."
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But I would totally read that fic, it would be super interesting. Also, I understand needing a re-read. I need to do that at some point soon myself. One day. Maybe.