Pay it Forward Meme

[nenena]

À la imorca:

I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment here on my LJ. I don’t know what that gift will be yet, but you will receive it within 365 days of this post.

The only thing you have to do in return is "pay it forward" by making a similar agreement on your blog.

P.S. if you have already posted this meme in your blog than you have to choose the next 3 people who responded to your original post and send them a handmade gift too.

Here's the deal, though: One, I am the least crafty person on the planet. (I almost hate handicrafts.) Two, I'm actually located on a different continent than most of the people reading this journal. Three, although I love to cook and would be willing to go the homemade cookies route, alas - ALAS! - I have no oven, and no recipe for stovetop candy that would be able to survive international shipping without suffering from horrible, horrible melting.

So. Here's what I will offer instead: Homemade fanfiction. Comment with a character or pairing, desired rating, and a prompt of any level of detail that you desire. Challenge me! And I will gift the first three commenters with a fic of 1000 words or more.

If you're unsure what fandoms I could write for, this tags list basically lists all of them. I'm serious. No really.

Comments

[evil-authoress.livejournal.com]

God, if only you wrote bandom fic, I could finally get someone else on board with Mamoru/Ryan Ross...

Anyway. I give you: Starlights (any pairing/GSF therein that floats your boat), up to and including R/NC-17 rating (I'm not demanding porn but I'm leaving you the option), and your prompt is "an AU where the Starlights are trying to find Kakyuu in the late 1960s in America."

Yes. I want you to write free-loving, pot and LSD, Monterey Pop Festival Starlights. >D

[nenena.livejournal.com]

Filthy sexy dirty hippie fic is now posted here. (http://nenena.livejournal.com/156090.html) :)

Also, yeah, I don't write bandslash, but since you got the idea of Mamoru and Ryan Ross stuck in my head, here's the random drabble that resulted:

Three or Possibly Four Things that Never Happened to Ryan Ross

1. That dream he’d had about being on stage naked – and not being humiliated or terrified by the experience, but rather turned on instead.

2. That hour that he’d spent in the emergency room trying to come up with an even halfway plausible lie to explain his injury, desperately trying to conjure up a likely story in his head, willing to say anything, anything at all, if only he could avoid having to confess to the stern-looking triage nurse that yes, he had actually thought that it would be a “good” idea to try playing the guitar with his erect penis.

3. That concert in Cambridge, the one with the giant crowd of freaking out students in Harvard sweatshirts (no seriously goddamn Harvard sweatshirts, who the hell wears a Harvard sweatshirt to a Fallout Boy concert, and matching ones at that, some sort of douchebag brigade?!) right in front of the stage. That concert during which, in the middle of a set, the goddamn drum set had grown tentacles and fangs and started trying to eat his guitar. That time that the looney in the tuxedo had leapt onto the stage – cape swirling like some sort of freakin’ Batman wannabe – grabbed Ryan around the waist, and spirited him off into the darkness. That concert that had ended with Ryan alone on a moonlit rooftop half a mile away from the arena, alone with the guy in the tuxedo, who had taken off his mask to reveal a wretchedly handsome Asian face, then leaned forward, and kissed Ryan hard. On the lips. Then the handsome Asian man had broken off the kiss, turned his head, and said to the shadows pooled on the dark side of the rooftop, “So there. You owe me five dollars.”

Laughter from the shadows. A woman’s voice. “Usagi-chan is going to kill you.”

“Iya. Usako ga--”

“She said she wanted to see it, remember?” The woman stepped out of the shadows. She was wearing a leotard dolled up to look like a sailor uniform, gloves, high heels, and the most spectacular green dye job that Ryan had ever seen on a head of human hair. “Not fair for you to do it when she’s busy fighting a youma.” Then the woman wagged her finger playfully at Ryan’s tuxedoed savior and said something in Japanese.

“Mata?!” He sounded aghast. But he still wasn’t letting go of Ryan’s waist.

“Um--” Ryan said, preparing to muster up all of the indignity that he felt a celebrity was allowed in a situation like this. But then he stopped, because there were suddenly more people on the rooftop with him. Many more. And they were all women. And they were all dressed absurdly. Damn.

“Mou dekita?”

“Osokatta…”

“Ch-ch-chotto chotto chotto.” There was a blinding flash of light, and then there were sparkles – orange sparkles – everywhere. Then one of the girls wasn’t wearing her crazy leotard anymore. Instead, she was wearing an even crazier combination of green shirt and orange skirt that practically glowed neon beneath the moonlight. And there was a ribbon tied in a bow in her hair. Tied in a bow. Who did that anymore? It looked like the girl had gotten out bed on the wrong side of retro-ironic. But either way, now she was also sporting a purse, and she reached into the purse and pulled out—

Oh shit. It was a camera.

“Mamo-chan,” said one the girls, whose outfit was somewhat more be-sparkled and be-ribboned than the rest of them. “Mou ichi do.”

“…Iin desu ka?”

“Hai. Hontou ni mitai yo. Hontou ni.”

The man in the tuxedo forcibly pulled Ryan close to him again, and said, a bit sheepishly, “You’re not going to believe me, but this is actually the craziest thing that I’ve ever done. I swear.”

They kissed again, and the camera flashed.

Goddamn, Ryan thought. The Japanese really are weird.

4. That hot dream that he’d had about Pete in the tuxedo and mask. And then Pete in just the mask. No, that had definitely never, ever happened.

[miss-breeziness.livejournal.com]

All of #3....

I love you. :D

[lost-angelwings.livejournal.com]

hmm.. :o

can I think for a bit? :) It's ok if you dun wanna write nething for me... :] I just wanted to be involved in this meme :)

[zhinxy.livejournal.com]

HAH! Same reaction, I wanna like, knit or bake or paint for people and shtuff... Hmmm... thinking Evangelion if Nenena would be so kind... still thinking...

[lost-angelwings.livejournal.com]

You're on! :O

[zhinxy.livejournal.com]

But I is late to party, so... You know, I'll like put it up on my own journal and write about Asuka getting in a drinking contest with Pen Pen and at the end it's all hugs and no turning into orange jello on my own time. ;)

[zhinxy.livejournal.com]

Whoah, way too late! I'll still do it on my own journal though :)

[nenena.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can do Evangelion. Can definitely do Evangelion.

I'm already writing one fic for someone who was "late" to the post, so whatever. ;) The more the merrier!

Do you have a specific prompt you want to throw at me?

[orthoflame.livejournal.com]

Oooh, sounds interesting! Care to take my request? :)

Um, how about... Rin from Fate/stay night. Rating can be anything up to R/NC-17, and the prompt is "the end of the day."

Apologies for the delay.

[nenena.livejournal.com]

Fic is now posted here (http://nenena.livejournal.com/159180.html)!

[miss-breeziness.livejournal.com]

Oh maaaaan! I'm too laaaaate. :D

Great idea though! I might try it on my meme.