poll time is a fun time: the december-fic-event

[lackadaisicalnereid]

yo, people of the internet, or more likely: my f-list. i've been thinking and i've decided i want to do SOMETHING ficcy for december. it'll be the end of the year and i occasionally get ~sentimental about all sorts of things in december, so why not celebrate the end of the year with writing fic. i'll elaborate on what i have in mind in the next paragraph, and please, ask any questions in the comments if you have any.

as some of you have noticed, i'm prone to random bursts of organizing ficathons, but i think they attract only some of the people and often end up being the same thing all over again, not that i mind, really, i adore our things but i also thought it might not be bad to mix it up a bit?

if anything from the poll needs clarification, please ask, i'm not sure if anything's at all clear, and i'd REALLY love your input on this, because i'd like to do something for you guys that'll be fun for all of us.

also, if you have some general wishes for fic/december-fic/problems with my past ficathons, say so here, please! (no one ever writes me hermione fic!, there's not enough siblings, i wish someone would write me kate bishop, i wish the fic was longer/shorter/written backwards), anything, really!)

[Poll #2024357]

eta: i, for some reason i don't remember and now think foolish, didn't make the results viewable to anyone. but don't worry, i don't want to manipulate anything, i'm just LJ-incompetent, i'll post the results when it seems wise to close the polls.

Comments

[vergoldung.livejournal.com]

maybe if you attack me with a very specific scene it could be done without me catching up on the show (a near impossible task once i've dropped it once)? i dont know if i could, but i'm not opposed to the idea ;)

[upupa-epops.livejournal.com]

You don't have to tell me twice XD.

Somewhere between blush and lotion, he runs into Raven Reyes and Finnick Odair sitting together, thick as thieves, and he has the strangest feeling of familiarity that has no place here – not in this prep room, and not in the Capitol, so far away from the people he loves so much he once became a murderer just so he could see them again.

Or maybe there is nothing strange there. Maybe it’s just inertia driving him towards them, because who else is he supposed to talk to here?

Either way it would rude to ignore them, so Bellamy takes a moment to stop, and give Raven and Finnick a proper greeting. They move on the bench they’re occupying, and let him sit between them like a wedge, then pass him a suspiciously looking bag that turns out to be candy which, he hopes, has a lot less booze than it smells like.

On the other hand, maybe it’ll be easier to tune out Sextus’ nagging if he gets drunk enough.

“My stylist is an idiot with a tree fetish,” he announces, grabbing a piece of candy.

Raven snorts.

“Mine dreams about dressing tributes up as electric circuits, but he also thinks most people here don’t know what electric circuits look like,” she says with a dark grin he doesn’t remember her having a year ago. “Which reminds me...”

She reaches to her pocket, and Bellamy, surprised, holds out a hand before he can think about it. At first he has no idea what he’s looking at, but then he notices a cleverly placed piece of glass, and recognizes the device they talked about on the phone all those months ago. It’s surprisingly pretty for a piece of tech, simple and sleek, and there is something very Raven about it, too, though Bellamy can’t exactly pinpoint what it is.

It might just be that, if he’s able to compare Raven Reyes to a lamp, he should start reading less, and talking to people more.

[vergoldung.livejournal.com]

c&p-ing this to my tablet. will keep you informed. (but no promises because i need to do lots of body research first lol)