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Or, a tale in which I fail at fandom.

I haven't written anything in monthssssssssssss and I wish to remedy that. So if anyone wants ANYTHING- meta, fic, whatever- prompt it and I will write it.

Super broad, super specific, whatever. DO ITTTTTT PLEASE.



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Jul. 14th, 2013 01:02 am (UTC)
I want to know what you want to happen in s5! But I don't care about things that are likely to happen. Go wild, tell me what would happen if YOU were writing s5!
Jul. 17th, 2013 12:12 am (UTC)
Ok. Starting with Elena (always start with Elena) I want to see her pushed. I want to see her struggle with finding healthiness after the depths to which her character was pushed last season. I want to see that edge remain, want to see her struggle to regain the compassionate side of that empathy. I want to see her climb out of her darkness, but I want it to be a slow, unwieldy process. (#terrible person maybe? I LOVE HER AND YET I WOULD PUT HER THROUGH PAIN. Do not ask me how my brain works.)

Katherine and Katherine/Elena- I want to see parallels galore, and all the interaction in the world. I want to see Kat struggle with what her life means now, and I want to see her attitude towards Elena change. They have each other's lives now, really, and I want to see that explored.

Damon/Elena- I want to see them be screwed up and failing at a relationship. I want them to fight and to fuck and then fight some more. I want to see REPERCUSSIONS to what happened in s4, even if that will never happen. I want to see sub!Damon always.

I want to see Bonnie come back to life. :(((( Or, if not, at least to give her a large narrative POV, to struggle with what her life can be (not with what she can do for her friends, but what she means to herself now.) And Jer to deal with survivor's guilt. Oh, and Damon/Elena with Jeremy SO MUCH. We get summer headcanons at least. :)

I would make Caroline a badass single sunshiney vampire.

And I would have Stefan fall for a mermaid, just because.
Jul. 14th, 2013 04:32 am (UTC)
Jul. 17th, 2013 12:49 am (UTC)
Damon stands in the middle of the room, surveying the curtains.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you think blue? Or green?"

"You're getting rid of the drapes?"

(Elena runs into the sun because this is how she has power, lighting her body on fire.)

He looks back at her (he hasn't looked at her until now.) "They're stuffy. Hard to clean." There is a miniscule, almost indetectable pause. "Don't you hate them?" he asks, a frown existing uncomfortably with the smirk on his face.

(This is perhaps as close as they can come to an apology, as they loudly declare their lack of regret. It's dangerous, unnecessary. There is too much to apologize for, too much that cannot be undone. That isn't the point.)

She looks at him for as long as she can, then walks up to him, kisses him, shoves him roughly onto the rug as she rips off his shirt. "I like them," she mutters, as she bites his lip.

There is a pause where Damon looks at her, and that is all (that is enough, really) and then she kisses him again, rough, hard. He brings his face down, kissing her chest, and she lets him, whispers, "further down," and he brushes his lips down her stomach as he slides off her pants. She helps him do it, her hands on his, meets his eyes when he looks up at her.

He eats her out like there is no tomorrow, tongue fervently sliding in and out, up and down. She moans and gasps and whispers "now" into the stillness, feels the bristles of the Persian rug beneath her back as she feels him on her clit, once, twice, thrice.

She comes quick and hard.

Damon looks at her again, but this time, she does not open her eyes. She lies on the carpet and murmurs, "we should keep the curtains."

She sits up then, pushes him back onto the carpet. "I can do this now," she says, changing the subject (not really, of course. There is no subject to change, not with them.) and she slides her hand into his pants.

It takes a ridiculously short time to get him off.
Jul. 22nd, 2013 04:08 am (UTC)
I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG TO GET BACK TO THIS. (Busy traveling, but am now holed up in a hotel room alone trying to catch up on fangirl thingies...)

So, this fic.

Um, yikes.

Who would ever dream of curtains as a metaphor? Oh, that's right, YOU. Never me, I can tell you. But that's why I love this, because I can write what I write all day long and it will never be like THIS. And this is painful and terrible, and yet joyful and hopeful too, which is Damon and Elena all the way around. Ugh, all the feels.

He eats her out like there is no tomorrow, tongue fervently sliding in and out, up and down. She moans and gasps and whispers "now" into the stillness, feels the bristles of the Persian rug beneath her back as she feels him on her clit, once, twice, thrice.
And then Damon apologizes by giving head, which is, you know, a fan favorite.

Thank you for this!

Edited at 2013-07-22 04:09 am (UTC)
Jul. 14th, 2013 05:22 am (UTC)
I feel weird demanding fic in a first el jay comment tbh, so instead I would like to hear your (however long you like) thoughts on Buffy/Spike, because your S6 icon makes me nostalgic for some of that disaster!

p.s. Hope life is treating you well!
Jul. 17th, 2013 01:32 am (UTC)
UGH YOUR ICON. It basically says all you need to know about Buffy/Spike ("Spuffy" sounds like Saccharine/Fluffy to my ears.... blechhhhhhhh). Or, at least, the platonic side.

Because Buffy is alone for most of the later seasons. Her friends bring her back, but she is so changed, and it's palpable, this atmosphere of separation that surrounds her. She feels broken and she hates herself and she hates living and she has no joy anymore.

But then there is Spike, and she finds a camaraderie with him that is fucked up and wonderful. He accepts her, adores her, idolizes her completely, but he is a vampire (only a vampire can love her.) She sees him as being inhuman (which..... technically) and as someone whom she could never hurt because of that, but that means that the only person she can find solace with is a person who is not a person, who has no soul.

It's so mutually destructive, so unhealthy, that in many ways the ending was inevitable, at least from a narrative perspective (the ending to s6). But ugh, he loved her without his soul, and she hated that the only one she felt any closeness with was a soulless creature (she came back wrong, you know.)

I wasn't part of the fandom then and am very much a Buffy newbie, so I'm wary of saying too much that's already been said (I'm guessing everything's already been said lbr.) BUT GAWD THOSE TWO. OTP for always.
Jul. 17th, 2013 12:06 pm (UTC)
WORD UP on your hate for "Spuffy", kill it with fire.

And +1 to all your other thoughts too! These two were my ~formative~ ship for mutual destruction, ngl. WELCOME TO THE FANDOM, you will be very at home here. :D
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