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11 August 2006 @ 06:38 am
'Story Titles' meme (aka poking the muse) + GIP
Gakked from winterlive and lostgirlslair.

Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond with details of those non-written stories. You may, if you like, include details, such as pairings or fandom or whatnot.

Hopefully this will lure my muses out of the opium den they have constructed in my hindbrain. *crosses toes*

Icon made by me, fully shareable for credit, plus a comment would be nice. :D

Also, tweaked and brighter layout due to bizarre lj coding incident. *is still trembling from the panic attack*

dru: s&d shadowed conversationdrvsilla on August 11th, 2006 05:45 am (UTC)
Oooh. Lighter. ::gets used to:: Methinks I like it. :)

Title: Subtleties We Find
Fandom: Supernatural (duh)
Pairing: Sam/Dean (duh *g*)
Themey: Sex (not necessarily explicit); Schmangst (angst ending in schmoop, not necessarily sugary); not in a motel room
-/+ 1000wds


Best of luck. And total free pass if this does nothing for you, in the end. ;D

darkhavens: sn almost [literati]darkhavens on August 11th, 2006 07:10 am (UTC)
Subtleties We Find
Oooh. Lighter. ::gets used to:: Methinks I like it. :)

Methinks I do too, now the panic attack has subsided. *g*

Okay, this story would be -

It takes Dean almost two weeks to realise he's being pampered, and sneakily at that.

Almost before he's even realised he's hungry, Sam's rubbing his stomach and starting to whine about being starved and 'can we stop now? Please, for the love of God, you just drove past an IHOP!'

When he's tired, Sam starts yawning and flopping about and moaning how the car just isn't designed for the comfort of legs as long as his so can Dean please pull off at the next exit and find a cheap motel already?

Dean's had more in transit blowjobs in the last fourteen days than he's had in the previous fourteen years, and he hasn't had to ask for one of them.

And yet none of these things are what clues him in. What finally brings his pampered state to his attention are the nondescript bottles wrapped in a towel and tucked under the back of the driver's seat, oh-so-casually.

They've been low on cash, saving where they can for the past month, waiting for the next batch of credit cards to kick in. They've been reduced to using the cheapest brand of everything - washing powder, toiletries, soap etc - and the itching and dryness and overall discomfort has been driving Dean slowly but surely insane.

And Sam isn't supposed to know. Sensitive skin just doesn't fit with the image Dean has cultivated for so long and so hard that it's as real as his leather jacket now, and yet here are bottles of his favourite products in all their unobtrusively expensive glory.

The bottles aren't full, and Dean could almost believe he'd tossed them into the back of the car at some point and forgotten about them, if it weren't for the box of hypo-allaergenic soap powder behind them. So he knows Sam's poured out just a little from each bottle, just enough to make Dean think he must have used them before and not remembered that he'd stashed them there.

Dean's kind of impressed and also pissed, not to mention curious about where Sam got the money for this. He's also slightly worried about how deep into his head Sam can actually see with his freaky-ass, ever-changing bag of tricks. But he's also horny, and it's been a while since he's had the chance to test the springs in the backseat of the Impala.

"Hey, Sammy, come back here. There's something you need to take care of for me..."


And that was not so much a summary as an unfleshed out ficlet. Not so much a 'might-have-been' and more of a 'sorta-is'. Huh.
who said what now? - drvsilla on August 13th, 2006 11:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on August 14th, 2006 07:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - drvsilla on August 16th, 2006 10:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: rh; bridge [me]literati on August 11th, 2006 06:30 am (UTC)

Title: Harry Potter and the Misplaced Virginity.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Remus.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Oh so wrong.

I know..
darkhavens: drarry [literati]darkhavens on August 11th, 2006 07:20 am (UTC)
Harry Potter and the Misplaced Virginity
"Great wibbling wizards, Harry, you're not supposed to have a hymen back there!"

Remus threw a horrifed glance at Draco, who put on his best, most innocent expression. It was ruined almost immediately by Harry's next words.

"Draco thought it would be a novel way of bringing you into our little family, something about popping cherries and first blood and all that." He wiggled his arse invitingly, just laughing when Remus groaned. " I told you not to buy him that DVD player for Christmas; he's maxed out three credit cards at Amazon already. You should probably be glad I haven't shown him how to download porn!"


Pft indeed...
Re: Harry Potter and the Misplaced Virginity - literati on August 12th, 2006 12:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Harry Potter and the Misplaced Virginity - darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 01:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
     Mandy: The Boys - from darkhavensa_phoenixdragon on August 11th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Make up a title for a story I didn't write, and I will respond with details of those non-written stories. You may, if you like, include details, such as pairings or fandom or whatnot.

Hmmm... I remember 'All is Calm in Atlantis' - where they celebarted their first Christmas - and Carson kissed McKay under the mistletoe - after he had unfortunately eaten a lemon! The CPR bit was interesting to say the least - I didn't know Sheppard had it in him - the whole 'bitch' fight between him and Carson was priceless!

Do love the icon honey!! And see!! I made one out of the lovelies you displayed the other day - first attempt - hopefully I didn't screw it up too bad - total credit to you, honey!

darkhavensdarkhavens on August 11th, 2006 07:24 am (UTC)
Oh, it does make a very pretty icon. yay!

And hee! You've done my job for me! You're supposed to give me a title and a pairing and maybe a detail or two so I can write a summary of sorts about the story that I pretend wrote with that title. (Though the thought of John and Carson in a bitch fight over Rodney is very very amusing. *g*)

Wanna try again? Scroll up to the previous two replies to see what I mean. ;)
who said what now? - a_phoenixdragon on August 11th, 2006 07:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
And the Snark Award Goes To... - darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 12:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: And the Snark Award Goes To... - a_phoenixdragon on August 12th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: And the Snark Award Goes To... - darkhavens on August 14th, 2006 07:05 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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darkhavens: s mine w claws [literati]darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 12:20 am (UTC)
Old age and treachery always wins over youth and skill
A 'Basement o' Doom' fic, wherein Spike challenges Xander to a wankathon - whoever comes first has to finish the other one off in whatever manner the winner decides.

Spike cheats. *g*
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darkhavens: sn sammy die for you [literati]darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 12:33 am (UTC)
Coming Up for Air
Wonderfully apt icon there! Beautiful. :D

This is a story about their third haunted lake in two months, wherein Dean gets over-confident about his and Sam's ability to banish the spirit that is pulling swimmers under and trapping them beneath submerged dead trees on the lake floor.

There isn't one spirit, there are three, and it's only Sam's quick reflexes and his still unharnessed abilities that stand between Dean and death.

And yet it's Sam who ends up having the life breathed back into him by his soaking wet, infuriated brother, after he takes a final dive into the depths to free the last of the trapped souls.
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Re: Coming Up for Air - darkhavens on August 14th, 2006 07:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
kitty_poker1kitty_poker1 on August 11th, 2006 04:28 pm (UTC)
Ooh, can I play?

Title: Lies My Sire Told Me
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 (what is this thing called 'G'?)
Warnings : Whatever tickles your muse enough to wake her up

Pretty new layout! Easier on my tired old eyes. *g*
darkhavens: sx a love eternal [literati]darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 12:48 am (UTC)
Lies My Sire Told Me
Hee! It's easier on my eyes too. *g*

Hmm, this one was suposed to be a rather humorous vamp!Xander tale, but my muse went insane and presented me with a (slightly AU) post-NFA bunny, wherein Spike has to come to terms with how Angel belittled and dismissed him after he returned from the dead in the amulet.

After the final showdown, which destroys six square blocks of LA, Xander is sent to scout out any survivors and finally finds Spike living in the basement of a library. And then he has to convince Spike that the Council don't and never did want him dead.

Life goes on as normal in the rest of LA and the world, but on those six blocks of rubble, Spike and Xander find love and a way to co-exist. ;)
Re: Lies My Sire Told Me - kitty_poker1 on August 12th, 2006 01:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Lies My Sire Told Me - darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 01:12 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Lies My Sire Told Me - kitty_poker1 on August 12th, 2006 01:36 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Lies My Sire Told Me - darkhavens on August 14th, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
batmanvinnie: lust by __alt_iconsbatmanvinnie on August 11th, 2006 04:39 pm (UTC)
Hmm... *cackles evilly... evily?... spell check says evilly*

Title: The Unwilling Voyeur
Fandom: SGA
Pairings, Characters: McKay/Sheppard, Ronon
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: For the hot man-luvin' gayness... *fans self* Is it hot in here?

darkhavens: mcshep drrrty boys [literati]darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 01:02 am (UTC)
The Unwilling Voyeur
Hee! (Yay for spellcheck! *g*)

Ronon doesn't quite know how to tell them that they're not as discreet, or quiet, as they think they are. Seven years of listening for every tiny sound, of checking the air for every molecule of scent, leaves him hyperaware of everything around him, including the two men in the tent ten feet to his left who are having sex as quietly as they can, he supposes, which sadly isn't quiet enough for him to mistake the slip-slick-slide of flesh in flesh, or the broken airless gasps of completion.

He doesn't know how to tell them that he hears them, that the sounds make him ache from seven years of enforced solitude and solitary touches. So he sits, and listens, tries not to breathe too deeply, and hopes they can find what they need in each other. He thinks they fit together well.
Re: The Unwilling Voyeur - vinniebatman on August 13th, 2006 12:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: The Unwilling Voyeur - darkhavens on August 14th, 2006 07:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Lostgirllostgirlslair on August 11th, 2006 11:03 pm (UTC)
Hmm, how about a BtVS story with the title Grieving Beautifully? :-D
darkhavens: x mortal flesh - mini gif [literati]darkhavens on August 12th, 2006 01:17 am (UTC)
Grieving Beautifully
It's Spander, of course, a vamp!Xander fic in which Spike and Xander fake Xander's body-destroying death so that the Scoobies don't know he's been turned.

And then he watches them grieve and becomes a little obsessed with seing how much they loved him, and Spike is a wonderfully indulgent Sire, visiting them all and reporting back on how heartbroken they are to have lost him so unexpectedly, and so horrifically. (Fire? Car off a bridge into water? I'm undecided, but it would be spectacular! *g*)

And then when Spike says it's time to move away and get on with their unlives together, vamp!Xander goes through his own form of demonic grief.

Re: Grieving Beautifully - lostgirlslair on August 12th, 2006 01:49 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Grieving Beautifully - darkhavens on August 14th, 2006 07:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Grieving Beautifully - lostgirlslair on August 14th, 2006 10:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: rl; moon [me]literati on August 12th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC)
Because I care about you and your muses, deeply.. here's another. :D

Title: The Twinkie Conspiracy.
Pairing: McShep.
Rating: NC-17.
darkhavens: rodney oh please! [literati]darkhavens on August 14th, 2006 08:14 pm (UTC)
The Twinkie Conspiracy
Rodney knows there were Twinkies aboard the Daedalus on its last visit, and he knows that somewhere - somewhere - in this floating maze of a city, there are several hundred of the nutrition-free, chemical-filled cakes and nobody will admit to knowing where they are!.

He's tried cold shower treatments, randomized low-grade electrical shocks from various pieces of Ancient equipment, including doors, taps, toilets, (at least until Elizabeth put a stop to it) and even used the threat of Ronon on one or two of the more recaltricant marines.

He is seriously contemplating manufacturing a fake ZPM meltdown when John arrives at his door carrying a suspicious looking package and looking way too pleased with himself.

"I hear there's something you want, McKay. Maybe we can come to-" John wiggles his eyebrows meaningfully. "-some kind of arrangement."

Rodney scowls.

"What's in the box, Colonel?"

"Oh, I think you know what's in the box, Rodney. The question is, what'll you give me for them?"
Re: The Twinkie Conspiracy - literati on August 15th, 2006 02:10 am (UTC) (Expand)