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chanter1944) wrote2020-08-16 05:12 pm
chanter1944) wrote2020-08-16 05:12 pm
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the 'tell me a story' meme
Yoinked from muccamukk.
Give me a title, a fandom and a character or relationship, and I'll tell you what the fic would be about.
Have at! Knowing my DW circle, this is probably going to get interesting in lots of excellent ways. :)
muccamukk. Give me a title, a fandom and a character or relationship, and I'll tell you what the fic would be about.
Have at! Knowing my DW circle, this is probably going to get interesting in lots of excellent ways. :)
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Somewhere in a patch of time between that first night in Eindhoven and their relocation to Shoonderlogt, his squad collides with a cluster? bunch? gaggle? hell if he knows what to call 'em, but they're about six or seven Dutch kids all told, none of them older than round about twelve, and not a one of them with more than the simplest of English besides. Probably either orphaned or their folks let 'em run around half-wild, Bull guesses, and watching them tag after his boys - and himself, which shouldn't make him smile - like downy ducklings in raggedy clothes pretty much confirms both possibilities in his eyes. Grateful for Army rations. Clutching at scrounged socks like they're dolls and blankets. Running messages like professionals. Not flinching one bit when artillery goes off in the distance. And his squad--well. Half of them ain't hardly old enough to shave as is, and what with all the younger siblings and cousins they've got between them...
Ramirez starts giving and getting names in earnest. "This is Tony, and this is Lester. Exactly--I mean ja, ja, Lester. And him? He's Bull--really, that's his name! Funny one, huh? Sorry, Sarge. I figure teachin' 'em to say Randleman is just a recipe for a mess, you know? My name is Joe--er, kinda like that, sure. ja. You're Annie? Annie. Anabel. You're Sepp. You're Erik. You, you're Mir--como se, uh, sorry, how d'you say that again? Your name? Mirjam? Miriam. Se llama Miriam."
It's Hashey who quotes an honest to God Mother Goose rhyme while they're trying to pass the time. Garcia's the one who answers him with a version in Spanish. Somebody bugs Talbert until he comes over and cobbles up about a half a Dutch rendition before amiably tapping out, and the middle girl they've acquired giggles over dishes and spoons until she snorts. He'd have pegged Miller for the lad most likely to make Wonderland references, but that... ain't a thing that's going to happen no more. Heffron, of all people, goes there.
If he ever thought he'd see a bunch of combat-ready soldiers trying and failing to say "whether pigs have wings" without laughing, well now. Webster turning red in the face while he's trying to explain is not helping anybody's composure one bit. Including Bull's own, dammit.
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To the character voices thing: You flatter me. You flatter me utterly. *starry eyes forever* I do my best, though sometimes I worry I overdo it. And for whatever reason, weaving strands together like a braid seems to be one of my writing quirks? No dang idea where that came from or why.
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ML, Marinette (love square), "neither reputation for wisdom nor credit for courage" (from The Art of War, Sun Tzu; having trouble finding who the translator is though)
ML, Émilie, "disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves" (from "Burnt Norton", Four Quartets, T. S. Eliot)
ML, Aurore, "storm door"
ML, Anansi | Nora, "fingers in all the pies"
Re: here have choices
"Storm Door," Aurore Beauréal|Stormwrack, Fallos, Nora Césaire|Firewall, Valla, and Spoiler Characters not yet revealed! Part of the alterna-kwami and -wielder vignettes series. The latest akuma to hit the city has a thing about hot air. As in generating and controlling blasts, streams, spirals, and honest to whoever squared-off patches of hot air. That wouldn't be so bad in itself, but of course, the day someone ticks off a custodian is also the day a truly epic if entirely natural snow and ice storm drops on Paris and lingers. The end result is a slushy, unpredictable mess that patrol partners Stormwrack and Firewall, plus the complete newbie of a monkey-themed hero they've been asked to let tag along, are going to have to handle on their own, at least until Ladybug and Chat Noir have time enough to show up...
Re: here have choices
(absolutely no need to do more than zero of my prompts 🙂)
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Circle of Magic/Emelan universe, involving Daja Kisubo, Tris Chandler, Glakisa Irakory, and Frostpine, as well as a couple of OCs. News of a possible living blood relative to Glaki sparks a return visit to Tharios, this time involving friendly smithmages as well as a weather worker and her tiny fosterling academic mage, specialty as yet uncertain. It's going to be a memorable trip indeed for the visitors, as well as for a couple of young chance-met Prathmuni barely allowed to acknowledge their magic at all, because despite attempts at reform, the Tharios Class system isn't going down without a screaming tantrum or four, and in the meantime, the ground along the seashore has started to quake underfoot...
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