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I am a lemming
....even though we know lemmings really don't run off cliffs.
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twigcollins and flidgetjerome because I enjoyed writing those little fic bits instead of my old nano.
Give me a fandom and an AU situation (and a pairing, if you want) and I'll attempt to write a snippet. Fandoms include: Top Gear, Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Who 9,10 & 11, Phoenix Wright, Professor Layton, Merlin, Avatar (either), Iron Man movieverse, tentatively Marvel comics in general, though I'll never feel like I've read enough backstory to get it right, and the old standbys Detective Conan/Kaito Kid-verse and Card Captor Sakura. And if I'm not saying something you really want, ask anyway and we'll see what I can do.
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twigcollins and flidgetjerome because I enjoyed writing those little fic bits instead of my old nano.Give me a fandom and an AU situation (and a pairing, if you want) and I'll attempt to write a snippet. Fandoms include: Top Gear, Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Who 9,10 & 11, Phoenix Wright, Professor Layton, Merlin, Avatar (either), Iron Man movieverse, tentatively Marvel comics in general, though I'll never feel like I've read enough backstory to get it right, and the old standbys Detective Conan/Kaito Kid-verse and Card Captor Sakura. And if I'm not saying something you really want, ask anyway and we'll see what I can do.
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Not Another Goblet (aka Two Sides of the Same Hint Coin)
“Well what?”
Arthur gestured at the pitchers. “Aren’t you going to solve it?”
Merlin blinked back at him. “Why should I be the one to solve it? Why can’t you solve this one?”
“I thought wizards were supposed to be good at riddles.”
“Wizards are good at spells. Does this look like a spell to you?” Merlin frowned at the pitchers. “Honestly, I’m not even sure this is a riddle. It looks more like maths to me.”
Arthur poked the nearest pitcher with his sword, but it didn’t glow, or look magical or anything. It didn’t even look very fancy. It was just a glass tube with ’16 quarts.’’ engraved on it…whatever a ‘quart’ was.
“If you can help me with this problem,” broke in the bartender, “I’ll give you a bouquet of flowers.”
Arthur rolled his eyes, “Yes, that’s exactly what we need.”
“You never know, maybe the flowers are magic.” Merlin assured him.
“Oh fine.”
The two of them studied the pitchers awhile longer. Finally Arthur turned to Merlin. “I think we’re going to need another hint coin.”
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The more times I read this, the more times I love this bit. Your title is actually my favourite part of the fic. <3
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Hmmmmmmmm...! How about some Merlin love? Arthur/Merlin, as I love how you write the two of them... perhaps THEY get stuck in Steampunk future of Britain, thanks to time-travel hijinx?
As I offered for Flidget and Twig, if there's something you'd like to see me attempt to drabble in return, let me know.
Goody, goody
What can I say, I rewatched Scaramouche the other day.
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Lese means Garbage
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The First Bit Anyway...
Only one foot now though. A musket ball took his leg and took his life.
Now he stood on the deck of a ship bound for the New World, watching the sailors move about with able bodied ease while he could barely keep his one foot and crutch steady beneath him. It was difficult not to be bitter, and Jake didn’t bother trying very hard.
Tom had a position at a new university in Virginia, and in his letter he’d assured Jake that every man was necessary in the colonies. He said there would be work for Jake as well, if he came.
He couldn’t imagine what, though. Life in the colonies had to be harder than London, and he hadn’t found anyone in London willing to hire a cripple. And he’d be damned if he spent the rest of his days mending fish nets or begging on a corner.
“Ship! Ship!” Up went the call from the crows nest, and everyone on the deck rushed to see the speck on the horizon. Most days at sea were so monotonous that even a ship sighting was something to enter into your diary.
The young tutor, Spellman, joined Jake at the rails as the second ship came closer.
“Oh no!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Look at the flag!”
Jake saw a flag of deep indigo with a white bird and dagger emblazoned on it. “What’s wrong with the flag?”
“Don’t you know anything? That’s the flag of the Pirate Queen, Neytiri!”
“The who?”
And that’s when the first cannon ball slammed into the hull.
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