& i am a writer, a writer of fictions

[wakeupnew]

You find out funny things, when researching for fic-purposes. Like that Egyptian-inspired fashions were highly popular in 1923, because of the discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb.

This is especially funny, given that I was writing a ficlet based on The Mummy. misslucyjane is running a loveathon today, at the post in that link; no strikes, no spam, just good old love! It's simple: you fill a request, you make a request. More people should make requests, so I have things to do around doing my homework.

Or you can request things of me here. I can't promise that they'll all get done, but if it's a fandom that I know, I'll probably at least take a stab at it; whether that means an icon or a full fic or a drabble or just a line or two, I can't be sure. But I just had to email my friend and say that no, I can't go have Easter dinner with her in Connecticut, because there's too much to do here, and I'm exceedingly unhappy about this, so -- distractions is nice.

My fandoms include but are not limited to: milliways_bar (if I have not seen the original canon but know the character from Milliways, I'll do my best), National Treasure, Star Wars: X-Wing, M*A*S*H, The Red Star, Run Fatboy Run, Black Books, Bones, Firefly, Watchmen, Sherlock Holmes, The Office (American), Hot Fuzz, Shaun of the Dead, Scooby Doo, Final Fantasy VII. I have many, many more, but that's what I can come up with off the top of my head; feel free to request things that aren't on that list, too. I will not write: RPF, bandom, nonconsensual/incredibly iffy sex, probably graphic sex in general. Anything else goes!

(While I'm on the subject, I forgot to note last week's DE ficathon! People [people being rushin_doll, minkhollow, and bodldops] wrote me AWESOME THINGS, and I wrote several ficlets, too. My favorite, though, was for areyoumymemmy. In which Lilly Kane gets married, again; crossover with Firefly by way of milliways_bar. Alternate title: In which Lexie makes a sad attempt at Lilly Kane's voice.)

Give me prompts, people, or go to Jenna's loveathon and do it there, if you are inclined to fill a request. Please?

*looks cute*

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[wakeupnew]

"Shoulders back," coaches Plourr, in an undertone. "Head up. There isn't anything that interesting in the damn floor, I promise."

"Step on a crack," says River absently. She glances at Plourr. "The scapula is straight. She knows."

Plourr -- in a long, slinky black gown with cap sleeves and a gleefully scandalous neckline, her hair wound around a shining coronet -- meets River's eyes with a slightly skeptical look, but nods. "Alright," she says, and she reaches out and fixes the high collar of River's dress. It's long and fitted, with elaborate purple scrollery running down one side, and a slit to allow for ease of movement. It's pretty. It's flattering. It's also the first dress the dressmaker brought out that River didn't stick her tongue out at.

"You're going to knock 'em dead," says Plourr, giving her one last approving once-over.

"Morbidity doesn't set in for approximately 180 minutes," says River. At Plourr's raised eyebrows: "Nobody dies."

"Except, maybe, all of the men in there when they find out you're not staying," says Plourr, dryly. "And Malia, when she sees that your hair is already starting to come out."

A few strands of stubborn brown hair have begun to work their way out of the loose knot. "All in their jiăngjiu de fúzhuāng." River's fingers twitch up, toward her hair. "Won't tell," she says.

"Good girl." Plourr glances at the big doors. "You ready?"

River nods, small face serious and set.

"It's not an execution, River," says Plourr, even if she privately agrees with the girl's expression. "Buck up." She nods to the pair of liveried guards, and they swing the huge double doors open.

They stand at the top of a grand white staircase, looking down upon an even grander hall. Assorted nobles, planetary dignitaries, and high class members of Eiattu's upper classes mingle down below, blocking portions of the ruby-red imperial crest painted across the floor. Music swells; in one large area of the hall, 'droids play a perfectly-pitched waltz, and couples in poofy dresses and enormous feathered hats swirl in tandem. The ceiling of the hall is high above them, one giant curved window looking up at the Eiattu night sky.

River is still staring upward as Plourr starts down the stairs. "River," says Plourr. "Please don't fall and die."

"Canes Venatici, Microscopium, Triangulum Perseph, Andromeda," says River, slipping her hand into the offered crook of Plourr's arm without looking. She moves down the steps slowly, but without faltering. "Change the fixed configuration. It's the equinox." She is beaming at the sky, her face alight.

"Announcing, the Empress Isplourrdacartha Estillo, seated on the throne of Eiattu IV, and escort, the Baroness River Tam, of Osiris."

River's eyes snap down to Plourr. "It's hereditary," she says, but she's grinning, dangerously close to laughter. "Not the truth."

"Eh," says Plourr, skirts in her other hand as they descend, smiling a practiced smile down at the subjects bowing on the floor. The smile that she turns on River is more honest. "The court is all about lies. One more won't hurt anything."

"Escort," says River, as if Plourr hadn't spoken, shooting her a Look with her eyebrows raised. "Several linguistical solutions." Beat. "I'm not going home with you."

Plourr roars a laugh. "Oh, sweetheart," she says, and she pats River's hand. "I've got a husband for that."

"...Okay," says River, and she blinks at the man bowing at her feet. "There isn't anything that interesting in the damn floor," she tells him, helpfully.

[genarti]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.

OH MY GOD. You have River's voice note-perfect and I adore it and I think I am stuck on run-on sentences and internal capslock.

SO MUCH LOVE.

*glee!!!*