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Prompt: Hamlet, any, a lack of growing things
"You see, Horatio, in this harsh midst of winter rot, corruption, all the vices grow as though it were high summer, and the court, the pride of Denmark, but a bloated corpse."
Horatio thinks of the ranks of nobility, all trapped in this palace for days by snow and winds, arguing and intriguing, inventing stories and building mountains out of gossip. He thinks of their professors back in Wittenberg, and one's particularly poetic description of Hamlet's mind as "a garden, from whose fertile soil blooms the noblest of ideas," and he shivers in his cloak, and wishes hard for spring.
Prompt: Agent Carter, Any, Space opera AU
"I'll take Thompson, Yauch, and Lee. Carter, you're on comms."
Peggy smiles and nods, and then, once they're gone, connects Howard's AI to the communications array and goes to try out his remote transporter operator.
Prompt: Agent Carter, any, "I told you not to touch anything!"
"Howard!" Peggy scolds, and gets only a murmured, "Mmmhm?" in response as he slides under something she sincerely hopes was not intended as some kind of death ray, though it very much looks like one.
It's clear that further admonitions will have no effect whatsoever. Peggy looks around in the futile hope that Hydra included a clearly marked power shutoff switch in their lab design.
Prompt: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, new life
"It's all dreadfully exciting, of course," Aziraphale says cheerfully. "Rebirth! Rediscovery! All the Greek and Roman ideas, give new life for a new era! And new ones too, of course, let me tell you about this fascinating new invention from Germany—"
"Mmhmm," Crowley says. He could tell the angel about a particular new idea in Spain, but he feels a little bad about interrupting him.
Prompt: original fic of the sort that might be Tumblr-tagged "#space australia" or "#humans are space orcs" or possibly "#stabby the space roomba"; any character; mostly harmless: at the prompt are links to examples
“I have never,” said Fraxue, “since I was first generated, heard anyone describe humans as harmless before now.”
“I [signed]said mostly harmless!” Ving objected. “It’s a [direct quotation]reference to [Earth]their [ancient][audio&written&visual&other]media. My [human]girlfriend [recommended]showed it to me.”
Fraxue’s headfrills raised in elegant disdain. “Of course,” she said, politely refraining, for the sake of crew harmony, from further expressing her views on close interaction with humans.
The Hamlet drabble above and the Agent Carter drabble from last post are now on AO3.
Prompt: Hamlet, any, a lack of growing things
"You see, Horatio, in this harsh midst of winter rot, corruption, all the vices grow as though it were high summer, and the court, the pride of Denmark, but a bloated corpse."
Horatio thinks of the ranks of nobility, all trapped in this palace for days by snow and winds, arguing and intriguing, inventing stories and building mountains out of gossip. He thinks of their professors back in Wittenberg, and one's particularly poetic description of Hamlet's mind as "a garden, from whose fertile soil blooms the noblest of ideas," and he shivers in his cloak, and wishes hard for spring.
Prompt: Agent Carter, Any, Space opera AU
"I'll take Thompson, Yauch, and Lee. Carter, you're on comms."
Peggy smiles and nods, and then, once they're gone, connects Howard's AI to the communications array and goes to try out his remote transporter operator.
Prompt: Agent Carter, any, "I told you not to touch anything!"
"Howard!" Peggy scolds, and gets only a murmured, "Mmmhm?" in response as he slides under something she sincerely hopes was not intended as some kind of death ray, though it very much looks like one.
It's clear that further admonitions will have no effect whatsoever. Peggy looks around in the futile hope that Hydra included a clearly marked power shutoff switch in their lab design.
Prompt: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, new life
"It's all dreadfully exciting, of course," Aziraphale says cheerfully. "Rebirth! Rediscovery! All the Greek and Roman ideas, give new life for a new era! And new ones too, of course, let me tell you about this fascinating new invention from Germany—"
"Mmhmm," Crowley says. He could tell the angel about a particular new idea in Spain, but he feels a little bad about interrupting him.
Prompt: original fic of the sort that might be Tumblr-tagged "#space australia" or "#humans are space orcs" or possibly "#stabby the space roomba"; any character; mostly harmless: at the prompt are links to examples
“I have never,” said Fraxue, “since I was first generated, heard anyone describe humans as harmless before now.”
“I [signed]said mostly harmless!” Ving objected. “It’s a [direct quotation]reference to [Earth]their [ancient][audio&written&visual&other]media. My [human]girlfriend [recommended]showed it to me.”
Fraxue’s headfrills raised in elegant disdain. “Of course,” she said, politely refraining, for the sake of crew harmony, from further expressing her views on close interaction with humans.
The Hamlet drabble above and the Agent Carter drabble from last post are now on AO3.
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Date: 2020-02-10 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-11 09:50 pm (UTC)I love Fraxue so much, ever since she showed up in my head. Space opera needs more excruciatingly proper older women (or possibly I just need to finish reading the Vorkosigan series).