The fic meme

[errantknightess]

Now I've brought it upon myself. Beware.

The first TEN people to comment in this post or in future, get to request that I write a drabble short text of any pairing/character of their choosing.* In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level (yes, even if it's as low as mine)
NOTE: I've expanded the list of

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[37_percent]

I challenge thee to write a Warrior U ficlet, starring Finn and a beautiful song known as "Do Virgins Taste Better" (and if you don't know it, tell me, I'll send it to you).

[errantknightess]

Sorry it took so long and... long. Honestly, I didn't even try to fit in 100 words, but I hope you'll like it anyway.

Melodious tunes rose in the air, breaking the silence over a sun-flooded clearing. Finn’s hand fidgeted unconsciously with strings of the harp while he wagged forth and back, his eyes half closed. Fair locks bobbed on his forehead as he jerked his head, carefully counting something in his head. Suddenly, he sat up straight with a choked gasp, grasping at the harp, his eyes glowing.
Strumming the strings again with more vigor, Finn picked up the melody:

A dragon has come to our village today,

he would spit with fire and roar at his prey…

He shuddered, his fingers striking a false tune.

"No... No one will like it this way," he mused. “A bard should have somewhat more cheerful repertoire”. He pondered for a while to start anew, his voice clear and firm:

A dragon has come to our village today.

We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.

Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn

[37_percent]

Cue Harv choking on air and goats on grass.

This. Was. PERFECT. I loved Finn's logic throughout the story and the conclusion he arrived at... Well, let's just say my screen's lucky I wasn't eating anything while reading. Hevvin giving himself a minor (major?) concussion by assaulting the poor tree is a much-welcomed bonus. Also, nice reworking of the lyrics you did there :3.

“Just because I’m fair and graceful doesn’t mean I’m a maiden you can oppress,” called Finn, though not very loudly. - best line out of it. Oh, Finn~

All in all, great job! :D

[errantknightess]

(Wo)man, I'm so glad and relieved you liked it! Regardless of how much I enjoyed your prompt, it was quite challenging (crippled sense of humour, ya know), so it's very satisfying to have you laughing (though I didn't manage to get a point on choking you... damn! ;) On the other hand, I choked Harv and his goats, does it count? ^^).
Thanks a lot for inspiration and approval!

[yenneffer]

Oh! Me! Me! ;P

Legends and folk tales? I challenge you to write Lancelot and Arthur, gen or subtle slash or whatever strikes your fancy.

Song: Weapon by Matthew Good

Fragment:
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven

Here by my side, you are destruction
Here by my side, a new colour to paint the world
Never turn your back on it
Never turn your back on it, again
Here by my side, it's Heaven

(like Martini, I can send you the song)

Also, do you accept (with certain incentive, perhaps? *winks*) two prompts from one person? I have something just for you *smiles very brightly*

[errantknightess]

Chciałam subtelnie, to pewnie wyszło tak, że prawie nie widać... Mimo wszystko mam nadzieję, że uda Ci się dojrzeć to, co usiłowałam oddać.You sit by my side, so close I could touch you if I wanted to. And yet, you think I do not see all the looks you throw to the side, to the other side than mine. I watch you bite your lips, blue and trembling. Is it for my castle walls that you got so cold? I should expect you to be warmed up by the fire-red velvets and gems gleaming on your fragile figure like sparks in the hearth; but it seems that I cannot fan these sparkles into a flame. You are but a handful of ash falling through my fingers, unreachable and elusive; and the wind would easily blow you to the four corners of the world. I can follow the stealthy glances you cast all around; I know everyone you cast them at. You are sitting by my side, your eyes turned to side, your head turned away, your back turned on me. With the corner of my eye I see your figure, just as fragile as your vows. Is it because you are not a saint that you cannot

[yenneffer]

Sorry for not doing it yesterday or the day before yesterday; life has a distasteful habit of being hectic recently

[errantknightess]

First of all - I'm elated you like it, of course! Even though I can see from your comment that I didn't quite manage to capture everything I wanted; some things just aren't clear enough... To be honest, I didn't plann the Guin/Lance relationship to be catched by Arthur at all... The first part was rather supposed to show Guin's aloofness towards Arthur and how she 'exchanges' an unwanted husband for lovers - which is later contrasted in Arthur's relationship with Lance, where the king finds all the emotions his marriage lacks... and there's the irony, since we the readers know well how the story goes. Well, I failed at reforging an idea to a text - but still I'm glad I didn't fail in making your reading pleasant :) And to hear my interpretation of the characters stays in accordance with yours makes it even nicer

[dracomaleficium]

Um, could I also request something? :) How about "Discworld," with Agnes and Vlad? I would love to see a fic starring the two of them.

I've actually started this meme before, so should you like to request something in return, the post is right here:
http://dracomaleficium.livejournal.com/14080.html

Also, I friended you, hope you don't mind.

[errantknightess]

It's disgraceful to keep you waiting so long. I'm sorry! I hope the result will be worth it; that was a hard one, so I'm a bit nervous about coming up to your expectations. Thank you for such a challenging prompt! (It inspired such a long text that I have to post it in two parts...)

The door snapped shut. Agnes shuddered. It’s just the wind, she thought. It’s just that chilly mountain air sneaking in through the window, playing with the curtains and making the candle light flicker tritely.

“Oh, yes, it is so cliché, isn’t it?”, said Vlad, standing right behind her. “I mean, all these candles and torches - they don’t really give any light. And those draughts… surely, they build the climate: a very frigid one, I would say,” he smiled, trying not to bare his fangs.

Don’t let him talk you down! Perdita’s voice pricked like a needle inside Agnes’s head. For a wink of an eye, Vlad’s smile melted in a consternated expression, but the vampire quickly masked it with a dashing gesture

[errantknightess]

Vlad started to pace through the chamber. Agnes’s eyes followed him closely, though she was almost sure it was Perdita’s doing. The vampire finally placed himself at the window, scenically framed by the moonlight.

“You are a truly fascinating woman, Miss Nitt,” he started. “I wonder how many times I’d said that already. Not very talkative, admittedly, but you set more and more mysteries with every word you say.”

To the meat of it! Or perhaps you’re not hungry?

“Oh, cut it out already! I mean, uh, why exactly are we having this conversation?”

“I wish I could call it a conversation,” replied Vlad, raising one corner of his mouth, “but sadly, that requires a contribution from the other party, and you’ve hardly used your sweet voice yet.”

“What is it that you want?”, asked Agnes wearily. “You already know you’re not going to gain me over, so why bother?”

Vlad didn’t move, gazing out the window with a distanced look in his eyes.

“Just like with The Castle of Örtchen,” he sighed absent-mindedly. “Oh,” he took in, seeing the

[dracomaleficium]

Yay, I finally got to read the entire thing! Thank you for taking my prompt so seriously. It really paid off - this is just perfect. I especially loved how you captured Vlad (a vampire I've been quite seriously fangirling over XD) and that's not an easy thing at all. You managed to portray that unique wit and charisma of his beautifully. And Agnes (plus Perdita) was just adorable, everything I love about her character was there. I could really see the sparks flying to and fro. It was engaging, in-character, entertaining and Prattchett-ish. Plus, that little reference to "Otranto" was a stroke of genius ;) Thanks for such a lovely read.

[sin_snippet]

Moje drugie ja ma na imię Arthur, tak przy okazji ;)

Character: Taliesin

"I know what beasts there are at the bottom of the sea (...)/I have been dead, I have been alive"
Prompt: That picture: http://pics.livejournal.com/sin_snippet/pic/00002dbf

Enjoy!

[yenneffer]

There is the poem (and performed in Welsh, too! *dies from overheated voice fetish*) I was talking earlier; you might find it useful when you decide to start on this little monster.

http://yenneffer.livejournal.com/62954.html

[errantknightess]

No dobra, trochę to ryzykowne, ale mam nadzieję, że trafi w Twój gust...

Odejdź, Taliesinie o promiennym czole.
Echo twoich kroków kamienieje w uszach.
Ile to już razy zawracałeś z drogi,
by ze swoim ogniem znów wstąpić w krąg światła?

Tu, dokąd spływają ziemskie łzawe sole,
żywych stóp stąpanie dręczy i ogłusza.
Nawet mały płomyk ma tu blask pożogi,
która pali w oczy tam, gdzie iskra spadła.

Znów brniesz w górę rzeki, by po raz kolejny
zaczerpnąć z jej źródeł życiowej mądrości.
Wracasz na powierzchnię jak uschnięta gałąź
igrająca z prądem, kruchy czasu złodziej.

Wrócisz, Taliesinie; wrócisz krokiem chwiejnym.
U naszych stóp białe rozsypiesz swe kości
i znajdziesz odpowiedź, której brakowało:
jak to jest - przyjść do nas - i nigdy nie odejść.

[yenneffer]

Oj, oczywiście, że trafiło :) Zwłaszcza druga strofa- dobrze pasuje do obrazu Beksińskiego :)
Ekhem. Nie za bardzo wiem, co więcej napisać- nigdy nie byłam za dobra w komentowaniu poezji. Lubię ją czytać, i twój wiersz bardzo mi się spodobał, ale nie wiem, jak go skomentować.
Sorry :/

[yenneffer]

Just depositing the squeel factor- you added Ex Machina!
Hooray:) for you!