I don't understand why I keep posting except that I do.

[evocates]

I haven't written any fic for quite some time. The most recent as for sons_of_gondor, and that's all I'm going to say about that. ANYWAY.

GIVE ME PROMPTS and I will write you something. In the post. In the comments. I don't even know how many words it would be, but just give me prompts because I need to write something non-academic before I go completely mad. The prompts can be anything, as long as it has Sean or Viggo (or their characters) in it. You can even ask for VigOrli, though I don't know why you would want to.

Also, seriously, I want prompts from you guys. 8D Links to comms are appreciated, but they never really work for me.

Comments

[evocates.livejournal.com]

THIS IS HALF A NOTE TO MYSELF, but tomorrow after class/before class/sometime I will write you a fic about Sean, his new Russian girlfriend, art, and Viggo. I am not ignoring you, but it seems longer and more complex than I can handle right now at nearly 1am.

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

Honey, I can wait... I CAN.... it was just I couldn;t bear the idea you hadn't a 'bunny' and wanted to write The Boys. Oh I think the Russian girl and VIgs will be LOVELY - but I can hang on, just enjoy doing it... I ain't going no place!!! Oh and didn't he look bloody gorgeous in yellow...OH BEEEEEEEEN... oh yes, I WILL WAIT.... just enjoy writing it... and I will enjoy reading - more than enjoy, flip my lid likely!!! Sleep well little one.

[evocates.livejournal.com]

Psst, still don't have the right inspiration to write yours yet, but if you want to stave off the waiting, I've kind of fic-vomitted on a lot of the prompts in this post. 8D

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

Oh MYYYY - I've already read Aragorn's care for his Vambraces - which melted me to a glaze all over the table.

then I found Sean and Orlando - arthritic fingers???? oh my god... not HIS fingers arthritic...but I see Viggo's knuckles are very prominent...oh god, I am dying here and then you go and give Beany an aneurysm - ALONE IN HIS HOUSE....

I am devasted by those poor beloved actors and comedians who die alone, in hotel rooms, in their homes, with NO-ONE THERE! And the white white walls.... oh shite!!!!! shite! I hope to GOD I am dead before he is. I couldn't bear him or VIggo to be - that. I'd just switch off.

The Ode to a Nightingale... followed by Tracie walking on Norfolk sands with Walker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They are perfect together - utterly perfect! (Oh and Tracie is still Simon.. his deep voice - I CURLED with love at that)
the lines of living that she never lived with him Such hurt in that - those years gone, wasted - without being shared as they should have been... DAMMIT!!! God, I love Tracie. I really do, she is so true, as Sean played her and as she is always.

Then the waking.... growing older together... the grey hairs and short brown.. and the early morning breath becomes something stronger.....geeeeeez Evo... you pick all the things my mind knows and I do NOT write down.... that went through my mind this morning... truly. How their breath would taste, feel, on waking... and how it blends into - into - perfection.

I wake up wanting to bleed myself all over the place, full of your sort of thoughts, and find I can't put them down with such preciseness, such delicacy, such pointed pain. You stick knives in me with almost every word you write on these two, like Viggo does with his writings. Even his humour makes me wince, it is so beautiful.

Don't write anything for me, just write THEM... any time any place any how. I will walk barefoot on hot coals to read, and then lie down thereon and feel nothing but ecstasy in your words. How about that!!! Honestly... now what do I do all day... twiddle me fingers cos I can't write a word after these. It will have to be poetry instead.

Dammit, Ode to a Nightingale... though it is a pretty fine bit of De dumdy shite. I LOVE YOU... Looloo.