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General DNWs: spoilers, character death, animal death or injury, bees/wasps/etc., rape/noncon/dubcon, incest (including between adopted family members), explicit sex, sex or romance solving everything, ABO, character bashing, plot caused by miscommunication, time loops, cheating/infidelity, unrequited love or attraction, pregnancy of any kind, non-canonical kidfic, embarrassment/humiliation, crack, issue!fic, deconstructions of canon, different setting/modern/mundane AUs, sex/gender/race/whatever-bending, unrelenting bleakness and grimdark, non-metaphorical demons, the undead (zombies, ghosts, vampires, living skeletons, etc.), unhappy endings.

General Likes: hurt/comfort (emotional and physical ranging from fluffy to torture), redemption, reconciliation, family of choice, friendship, family, established relationships, cuddling (platonic or otherwise), communication, trust, characters working through difficult things, people showing they care through small actions and details, competence, canon divergence/fork-in-the-road AUs, slice of life, quiet moments, introspection, accurate science, complex characters, women being awesome, happy or hopeful endings. I like first or third person POV.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Requested Media Types: Fic, fanart
DNW Media Types: Anything else

Character/Pairing: Clint/Natasha/Loki
Prompts: Please only canon divergent AUs where Thor:TDW and AOU don’t happen. Pre- or post-Thor AUs are great; I love “Loki falls to Earth instead of to Thanos” fic.

I very much dislike the idiot!Thor, abusive!Odin, and not-Loki’s-fault characterizations. I don’t want unredeemed or pure villain Loki (on the path toward redemption is fine) and am wary about-- but not opposed to-- post-Avengers fic due to the mind control issue.

This is my OT3 in the fandom and it’s really hard to say what I love about this triad because all of them have parallels and differences with the others and how they could all work together is fascinating. Second chances and redemption and snark and intelligence. (One of my favorite things is how Natasha and Clint trust and support each other and I’d love to see Loki brought into that dynamic.)

Fics: they get into an argument and someone needs to make the first move in reconciling, or maybe Loki has a bad day and they end up cuddling, or they’re on a mission together. Loki whump welcome. Cultural differences and expectations and weird uncertainties are things I’d love to see explored.

Art-wise, I’d love to see them hanging out on a couch or cuddling or out somewhere together. Maybe they’re on Asgard or in the Tower or the new training facility or on a dinner date or something? As long as it’s SFW, I’ll be happy with anything.

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Requested Media Types: Fic, fanart
DNW Media Types: Everything else

In general, I’m neutral to mildly positive about the Valar, so please don’t write them as terrible/worse than Morgoth/etc. I think LACE is inherently unreliable. Also, if it is at all relevant to your fanwork, please use the version of Amrod’s and Amras’ deaths found in The Silmarillion. I largely ship canon relationships.

What I love about Middle-earth… the sheer scope of the world and the sense that its history actually matters and informs the present. That even though the good guys won, the world can’t go back to how it was. That people are changed by their experiences. That friendships, family, loyalty, and trust matter. Fighting despite the odds. Hope overcoming despair.

Character/Pairing: Maglor
Prompts: I love Maglor to pieces and I’m an inveterate Maglor/canonical wife shipper. If you don’t want to work with her, I also love gen. (In fact, almost all of the prompts are gen.)

If you want to write something lighter: it truly is hard to go wrong with post-canon wandering fic (from just after canon ends all the way to Maglor in history and present day), as long as the focus isn’t on “immortals live on while mortals die” stuff. Avari, meeting characters from later Ages (please not Sauron), OCs: it’s all good. Or for canon-era stuff, a day in the life of Maglor and his wife or something with Elrond and Elros.

If you’re in the mood to write dark fic: Maglor is somehow discovered to not be a run-of-the-mill human by unscrupulous people and ends up in a lab as an involuntary experimental subject. (I’m firmly in the “Elves are humans with certain differences” camp; them as a different species irks me.) Be as graphic as you’d like, but I do need a happy ending.

Art: pretty much identical to my lighter fic tastes, so I’m not sure how to prompt for artwork without simply repeating what I said there. Please have the art be work-safe. Please no giant or floppy Elf ears.

Fandom: Lord of the Rings (book only, please)

Requested Media Types: Fic
DNW Media Types: Everything else

Character/Pairing: Elrond/Celebrían
Prompts: Life in Aman, whether it’s relearning how to live together or meeting relatives or something else entirely. I love the variety of interpretations of what Fourth Age Aman is like, so I don’t really have anything specific in mind. (I do believe that Elladan and Elrohir will eventually sail, but you don’t need to write anything that involves them.)

Fandom: Original-- Books

Requested Media Types: Print books
DNW Media Types: ebooks, self-published books, audiobooks

I’m going to check any recommendations out of the library, so I’m not sure how likely it is I’ll find small press books. But I’m not saying no to them.

Character: Mysteries
Prompts: I loved the Nancy Drew books as a kid but I never got into the genre as an adult. So rec me your favorites. I’m not interested in police procedurals, legal, medical, forensic, or anything with death of pets. I’d prefer women protagonists written by women authors, books involving dogs, or scifi/fantasy/paranormal/speculative fiction elements or settings.

Character: Medical history nonfiction
Prompts: Preferably about things before antibiotics were discovered and pre-1900s is even better. I’m both curious and write fanfic in settings where modern technology doesn’t exist.

Character: Science nonfiction
Prompts: Anything from history to current events. I’m interested in pretty much everything (seriously; my usual stack of library material features books ranging from biology to physics to geology), though I don’t want “the world is dying/these diseases will kill us all” and things of that ilk.

Character: History nonfiction
Prompts: Any era, any place. I would love to know more about African history and the daily lives of people of all classes in England, Ireland, Scotland, and Wales from prehistory until the end of the Renaissance.

Story and Song

Date: 2016-08-31 09:23 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bloodearthandink
Three plain doeskin bound volumes. The scratch of my pen fell silent as they were placed on the corner of my desk. I grabbed for the books, quill clattering down as my had sprang out for the one on top.

“Are these... are these what I think they are?” I murmured, not even looking up. Distantly I was aware of Makalaurë's response, but my focus was only for what lie in my hands.

My fingers, blackened with ink, stood out against the pale leather. With care not to leave any marks, I traced my hands almost...reverently, yes that's the only fitting word, over the cover. It felt like velvet. Pulling the book open, I began to flip through it. A grin – Almost hungry, I'm sure – spread across my face as my eyes scanned through the pages flying past my vision, lighting upon those words that had come to be my life over the past months. Cuiviénen, Wild Wood, Dark Rider.

“Remind me,” I said as I finally managed to tear my eyes away from the book and look Makalaurë in the eye, “To tell your brother that I love him when next I see him, yes?”

He had been staring down at me, the long strands that had escaped from his perpetually unraveling braid spilling down over his eyes as he leaned up against the desk. At my words his brows shot up and he pushed himself back upright, his arms crossing, his head tilting back.

“I'll take it you are well pleased then.” He drawled, pacing around the desk. Pausing for a moment, he fell silent and a smirk tugged at his lips. “Ai, Nyárë, had I only known the way to your heart was a well versed hand in transliterating Sarati!” He spoke with a sigh who's wistfulness was enough that it would make one of my actor's jealous. A performer to his core. Even as I rolled my eyes, waving him off with a snap of my wrist, a short snort escaped from me.

“What's worse,” He went on, edging around the bench I was seated upon and coming up behind me, “I receive no credit for what work I have done for you!” By now he was craning his neck, attempting to pear over my shoulder at my work.

“This isn't for you to worry about.” I said, snapping away the sheet of parchment as I twisted around in my seat to face him. Shaking my head I went on, “What is this you are going on about, anyway?”

“Why, begging those transliterations off of Maitimo for you, of course.” He said it so matter-of-factly, “And so many hours spent, so you could have written down what stories you could have just so easily gotten by asking me – ”

I sighed, leaning back against the desk, “I am looking for some semblance to truth to this tale, Makalaurë. Not an exaggeration that would drive even Lord Finwë to blush.”

“Grandfather isn't that bad...” Makalaurë murmured.

“Hrmmm...” My eyebrows rose, but I said nothing more on it.

He sighed, dropping himself down in my bench and straddling it. “This is a masque you are writing, not some loremaster's history tome. And in any case...” He lunged forward, to snatch at the parchment in my hand. I flung my arm back and dove against the bench, laughing and shooting a teasing look up at Makalaurë. It was only then that I realized how near he was, leaning above me, a mere hands breath away. If I wanted it would have been so easy to reach out to touch him, to slip my hand even under that tunic hanging so loosely now around his torso... A sudden wave of heat crashed over me at the mere thought, and I was sure I was blushing scarlet.

I watched Makalaurë's breath catch, the gentle rise and fall of his chest shuddering to a halt. Clearing his throat he carefully backed away. “Right.” He was muttering, shaking his head. “In any case, is a dramatic truth any less worthy than a factual one?”

I did not answer him right away. Too concerned with straightening myself, pushing my body back upright and rearranging my skirts. “Not less worthy, no...” Giving a sharp shake of my head, I turned back on Makalaurë suddenly, fixing him with a hard look. “But seeing as you were the one to bring it up, yes this is a masque. And what is a masque without it's music? Yet I have not yet seen your contribution to our collaboration, Makalaurë ”

“Ahh, well...” I watched as his lips thinned and he leaned back, rolling his eyes up towards the ceiling as if somehow hoping to find an answer (an excuse) written there.What was this? Had I caught the great minstrel without song? The elf who so often made such a show of his talent by dreaming up melodies as he played them?

“Ahh, well?”I cocked my head to the side, batting my eyes at him, “Have I stumped you, Master Bard?”

“Hardly!” He snorted, “Merely...” His gaze darted off again, down the long aisles of books and shelves, as absently he reached up to tug on his hair in that way of his. Several strands worked their way out, tumbling over his shoulders.

Makalaurë, I am the one who is completely without sense of tone, if you have not – ”

“I could not work with what you have given me! The words fell to the earth like so many sacks of flour rather than soaring – ” He cut himself off, wincing as he glanced back at me.

I blinked. “Ah.” the only thing even close to a word that I was able to find. So many hours worth of work. Days even, weeks, and...Criticism was to be expected of course, in writing as in all works of skill. Yet, expectation had never yet made the blow hurt any less. My fingers ran along the edge of the parchment in my hand, I felt it crumple, more, it seemed, of it's own volition than mine. The crushed edges bit into my palm.

“That is to say,” Makalaurë rushed to add, “You can do better. I have seen what you can create. Ai, Nyárë...” I turned away from him, “Nyárë,” He reached for my hand, his fingers brushing against my own, “Mórowen...

Eyes flickering back to him, I drew my hand back, “Do not soften your words, Kano...”

“I am not.” He assured me, “Did I not think you skilled would I be working with you now?”

“Hrmm....” I shook my head, but remained otherwise silent for some time. “Come,” I finally said, not quite turning to him as I forced my shoulders back and brought my head higher, “We will get no further while I wallow in doubt.

I let the parchment in my hand drop, and brought forward a new sheet.

Makalaurë it seemed would not let it go, however. He did not answer me, and when I finally did turn to him, I saw that he was pulling himself out from beneath the table, flattening out my discarded writing in his hands.

“ Makalaurë, please don't – ”

His eyes were already scanning over the page however, and by the time I had spoken, he was already looking back up at me, brows drawn together for a moment, before a smile cracked across his features. “As I said, I knew you could do better.”

And with those words he was already drifting away, leaning down to pick up his harp from where he had left it at the foot of the desk.

I watched him as he settled himself on the floor, curling around his instrument, braid tumbling over his shoulder as he reached forward to pluck at the stings. As those first silvery notes left the instrument, any protest died upon my lips.

There was always something focused about his expression when he played, as though in those moments everything faded away from him, and all the world was his his harp. He was relaxed then, you could see it in every line of his body, and the way that sharp gleam of perception in his eyes softened just for a few brief moments. A soft smile touched his lips. Eru, perhaps even more than to listen to him play, I loved to see it.

As he sang those verses, scrawled out during those few moments waiting for him, he breathed his own life into the words, one that I don't think would have been found without his intervention. Nor without your creation... piped up a voice at the back of my mind. And despite myself a felt a small bust of pride.

As the song came to a stop, Makalaurë paused, looking me up and down for a long while. “A love song.” He mused. Another pause, before he leaned forward against his harp, cocking his head to the side. “Nyárë, what do you think of changing the course of this masque of yours?”

I stood and made my way over to him, “That depends,” I replied. Settling myself down, I leaned up against him, “Tell me what you had in mind.”

Re: Story and Song

Date: 2016-09-22 05:54 pm (UTC)
independence1776: Drawing of Maglor with a harp on right, words "sing of honor lost" and "Noldolantë" on the left and bottom, respectively (Default)
From: [personal profile] independence1776
Eeeee! This is gorgeous. I love the emotions and they come through so well through the first person POV (which I was utterly thrilled to see). Thank you!

Re: Story and Song

Date: 2016-09-23 08:46 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] bloodearthandink
8D You're welcome! I'm so glad you liked it!

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