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The idea here is to organize a gift exchange designed for Marvel and its many branched runs, authors, related and unrelated fandoms. The idea is to include the X-Men side and the Avengers side and every other side that non-Marvel fans don't realize is Marvel. The idea is to include any timeline you want, any world you want, any character you want, so long as it's Marvel.

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  • Nominations: Sunday, September 24 - Saturday, October 14

  • Sign Ups: Tuesday, October 17 - Sunday, October 29

  • Assignments Out: Monday, November 6

  • Works Due: Saturday, December 9

  • Works Revealed: Sunday, December 17

  • Authors Revealed: Sunday, December 24

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 Add prompts and/or fills to your heart's content. For prompts, you can include canon/fandom and characters or ships, if desired.

I'll be coming back a little later today to add my prompts.
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Pretty sure the plugin broke on its last update. :(

For now, stuff on http://log.lianamir.com/ 
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For origfic bingo:


Arc’s lying in bed, humming a lullaby to herself, before she stops and bites her lip. She glances across the room, but for once, her normally insomniac roommate is actually asleep, exhausted from over-training and getting thrown hard into the wall by another team member.


There’s always curiosity from Skylight, questions pooling in her eyes. Where did you hear that? Do you remember it? Do you remember?


Her mother used to sing her to sleep, and Arc still remembers her father tucking her in.


He betrayed her, let them bring her here.


She shakes her head and tries to forget.


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Written for origfic bingo:


They called it ‘magic’, this feeling that was supposed to overwhelm her when she finally met the one.


Air tossed another cheap paperback book across the room, narrowly missing Shadow’s head. He shot her a raised brow glance from the dresser he was sitting on.


“Boring,” she said tightly. “Unrealistic.”


She picked up another book, then wondered why she bothered. She’d tried genre after genre, looking for something she could either relate to or believe in long enough to forget the things she related to.


She sighed, admitted quietly to Shadow, “He’s not magic. He’s real.”


It’s what she wanted.


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I made sure I scheduled them before I moved so they wouldn’t be interrupted by the move, but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s getting much use out of them right now. Should I keep posting them?


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  1. Secret Project #1 has finally started to come together.

  2. Secret Writing Projects have definitively not.

  3. Same for crossovering and fandom growth exchange fics.

  4. I’ve got a chapter to read for a friend and have been tired with the snifflies all day (wild temperature swings and that time of month mostly).


Looking forward to the weekend. May yours be great!


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Write a poem about


“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” — Lao Tzu




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


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For origfic bingo:


The sand got stuck between her fingers and toes. Skylight studied the way it looked, barely paler than her skin, and let herself feel the grit.


She remembered still the grit between her teeth, that got stuck in her eyes, when her braid came loose from how she’d wrapped it and whipped into her face when the desert winds blew fierce out on a harsher ocean of sand. She’d been a fighter than, if little more than a child.


She waded out from under memory and stood on the front of an ocean of water instead.


New memories. Better ones.


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Written for my origfic bingo:


This is the moment she’s been waiting for—weeks of patient fingers smudged gunpowder black, staring up at the sky wondering what it would mean to blot out the stars with a more brilliant light.


Aneda turns the pages of the ancient book, weights down the delicate page with a carefully placed rock (she’s ever been practical), and breathes on her palm to watch her exhalation curl upward into smoke and flame. She touches it to the fuse and waits.


Her palms are damp with sweat. She doesn’t bother to douse the flame.


There. Flaring light. Come, rescue me. Color.


Patreon

Sep. 11th, 2017 08:28 pm
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I’ve been looking at a few things, like archiving my original fiction on its own site for that, on writing.com, or maybe even the Kingdoms and Thorn stuff that started as promptfest stuff on AO3.


And then there’s Patreon. If I had one, would anyone even be interested?


I already kind of post too much poetry and finish too little fiction, though I would probably go with  properly collecting/publishing stuff + short works for a Patreon.


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Actually a weekend.


Friday was… not great. For a lot of different reasons that sort of just glommed onto each other to make me feel generally miserable.


Today was trying to get the kitchen done and moved into in one big go. Which was not my greatest idea, but it was productive, just not at all done. :sigh:


My bath and toiletries box is still in the garage and I have seriously got to buy some groceries tomorrow. Also, check will be short due to move and I’m still waiting for time off requests to be submitted to know whether it’ll honor giving me my holiday hours for Labor Day.


But hey, I got an exchange fic written and we’ll have lunch containers that are clean tomorrow, so there’s that?


:hugs to everyone:


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Write a poem about


“There is pleasure in the pathless woods.” — Lord Byron




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


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Write a poem about


“You were never free / and you never realized” — “And We Run” by Within Temptation




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


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I’ve been writing a chunk of it and haven’t gotten back into crossposting any. Most of it goes on Tumblr. All of it goes in my archive.


To Do

Sep. 5th, 2017 02:36 pm
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  1. Draft my Flist Exchange assignment that’s all gorgeous in my head and hope it comes out okay on paper.

  2. Finish drafting the rules for this year’s round of Marvel is Marvel.


I live!

Sep. 1st, 2017 04:20 pm
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I’ve returned from my move with a house full of packed boxes, a bed I can sleep on, a home office I can’t yet use, and a desperate need for sleep and groceries. But I’m alive and will begin playing catch up soon.


Hope you all are well!


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If you could go anywhere in the world, do anything at all you wished, what would it be? Say it in verse.




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted directly in the comments or as a link to your own journal.


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Write a poem about


“The difference between a flower and a weed is judgment.” — unknown




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.


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What did you bite your tongue on today? What would you have said if you could? Why didn’t you say it? Say it in verse.




Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.


Poems can be posted directly in the comments or as a link to your own journal.


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