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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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Oct. 15th, 2017 11:49 pm
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@musicalheart168 said: Anything Hawke x Varric, let’s be real

I hope you're enjoying this. I much prefer being written to (or about) to having written, but yes, all right, I'll concede that a near-death incident is enough to win you a proper response, if only because I apparently need to remind you that you aren't allowed to die yet. I have a signed contract saying so, and you dwarves are sticklers for contracts. Brief aside: I took great amusement in imagining your reaction at being lumped in with "you dwarves."

My hand already hurts, Varric. Why in the world would you do this for fun?

Hang on a moment -- there we go, back again. Carver was rooting around in my pack for something. Gave him a kick in the rear. Serves him right, the idiot; I knew someone was stealing my jerky.

Anyway, it's a good thing you provided me with this list of questions as a guide to letter-composition (Hawke said sarcastically). You can be a bit of a control freak, Varric, has anyone ever told you that? Other than me -- my memory isn't so bad I don't remember mentioning it half a dozen times.

Oh, fine. On with the letter.

1. Dear Varric,

(That was admittedly a bit belated, but I never really feel as though our conversations have beginning and ends -- it seems that even on paper, we're halfway into the discussion already.)

2. I live!

(Didn't you indicate this is the most crucial piece of information to convey? Vaguely recall something about "life and livelihood," perhaps paired with an admonishment about concealing injuries. In the interest of honesty, I offer a complete catalog:

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Last year, for whatever reason, I was in a bad place mentally around this time and I missed Yuletide sign-ups. I was really devastated because I've been participating since (I think) 2008 and that's a long time to commit to an annual thing and then miss it.

What I did last year, and what you can do, is stuff like this:

  • Sign up for the pinch hit list. If an existing writer drops out of the exchange, their assignment will go out as a pinch hit, meaning someone else can offer to write it. There's more about pinch hitting here.
  • Check out the Dear Yuletide Writer letter list for prompts you find appealing, and write a treat (minimum 1000 words) for someone. Can't do 1K? Hit up that treat link and scroll down to Yuletide Madness for details on how to write for that subcollection. Don't feel like clicking through pages of comments? Spreadsheet! Don't feel like searching the spreadsheet? There's an app for that!!! (This is new, I'm so excited.)
  • Not so into writing, but you like betaing and know some rare fandoms? This post has ways you can help out!
  • Not even sure what this whole Yuletide thing is? Check out the 2017 FAQ!
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HI I'M A COMPLETE MORON WHO SOMEHOW WENT EIGHT MONTHS WITHOUT NOTICING SHE GOT A PERFECT AMAZING FLAWLESS GIFT FROM BURGLEBEZZLEMENT FOR [community profile] chocolateboxcomm

IT'S ELEANOR/CHIDI FROM THE GOOD PLACE AND DID I MENTION IT'S PERFECT AMAZING AND FLAWLESS

The Good Place Is Wherever I’m With You
Chidi and his faux-mate are out in the big park in front of Tahani’s house, reading poetry to one another. Chidi’s on his back with his head in his faux-mate’s lap. Vicky’s looking down at Chidi with a soppy expression on her face, and Chidi looks alarmed. Maybe even vexed.

Just like Vicky, Eleanor thinks. Always overplaying it.
I COULD HAVE BEEN FREAKING OUT AND REREADING THIS ALL THIS TIME nooooooooooo ;_____;

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Oct. 11th, 2017 12:19 am
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Anonymous: One shot bianca dealing with hawke/varric. <3

"She's not what I expected."

"Who?" Varric said. "Hawke?" He dragged his eyes away from her and finally looked at Bianca, who remembered a time when she'd been able to immediately command his attention with no more than her presence. He had a dozen other things to occupy him now, not the least of which was the tall human woman consulting with her brother on the other side of the hall.

They'd been so young then. Too young, although Varric had always seemed just a little bit younger. It was all those stories, going to his head, buoying him above the waterline when the weight of his world threatened to pull him under. And then there was her own fatal flaw, which was that she had to take everything apart to figure out how it worked. She didn't have patience for fiction.

"Hawke," Bianca said. "She's a brassy one, isn't she? I always thought you needed a sobering influence, even if you are a tangled ball of worry, but you went in the opposite direction instead."

"I haven't talked about her that much," Varric protested.

"And that speaks volumes," Bianca said. "Anyway, I read your book about her. Caught a case of hero-worship, haven't you?"

He snorted. "Please. Trust me when I say that I've seen Hawke at her best and at her worst."

"Have you now?" she said. He was slow to catch her tone, but when he did, bam, there it was: all his focus, right on her. Varric largely came across as a mild sort of man -- friendly, good-humored, a little stubborn, maybe a touch roguish, but overall easy-natured. He was slow to change his mind and sometimes a touch too complacent. But what people didn't realize was what lay behind all that: the slow molten devotion, the sharpness, the protectiveness, the watchful edge and guile. She used to live for the moment when she had all that heed trained on her.

From over and away, Hawke let out a loud cackle of laughter, and just like that, Varric's gaze slid away again. Ah, well -- it had never really been more than borrowed in the first place.

"You know," Bianca said, "I'm glad you have her, Varric. I really am."

His answering smile was a little rueful, a little grateful, and more than a little crooked. "Yeah," he said. "Me, too."

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Oct. 9th, 2017 09:52 pm
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Anonymous: for a prompt, varric/hawke, "all sorrows can be borne if you put them in a story"

"It won't work, you know," said Hawke. She was drinking her very fine, very dark stout nonetheless, but she found she had little patience for these sorts of games anymore. Wonder of wonders – and she'd always thought her patience with Varric infinite.

"What won't work?" he said.

"This," Hawke said. "All of it. I might be cracked, but I'm not stupid, Varric. The tavern, the beer, the music, the company – how much did you play that minstrel to switch to Ferelden folk songs? And an inn like this should have thirty crowded around its fireplace, not three." They were at the corner of a busy crossroads, and although the hour was late, there wasn't an empty room to be had, but other than the minstrel playing softly in a corner across the room and a pair of thoroughly-soaked messengers, there wasn't a customer in sight.

"Thought you might now be in the mood for a crowd," said Varric. "Come on, Champion – "

"No," she said. "Don't call me that."

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Oct. 8th, 2017 10:23 am
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Anonymous: As for a distraction, I'm terrible with prompts, but maybe some good ol' MCU as family? Team bonding? Tony trying to get everyone else into Risk?

“What we have here,” Tony said, “is a failure to communicate. No, hang on, let me be clear: what we have here is a failure to communicate the basic concept of the game.”

“Tony, man,” said Rhodey, “I have played Risk before.”

“Really? Because you’re losing badly enough that I wasn’t sure knew you’re supposed to be trying to win.”

“Hey, don’t look at me,” Rhodey said. “I’m an invalid.”

“I was given to understand that Risk is a game that tests strategic reasoning. Given Colonel Rhodes’ occupation, one would assume he would win quite easily.” The Vision paused, blinked, and invaded Siberia. “Which merely proves that assumptions are dangerous.”

“Did I just get trash-talked by a robot?”

“He’s not a robot,” Tony said, at the same time as the Vision said, “I am not a robot.”

“I got trash-talked by a robot,” Rhodey said. “A robot. Incredible.”

“I am a fully self-aware synthetic being,” the Vision said. “More correctly, an android.”

“Most correctly, a mandroid,” Tony said. “Oh, come on, don’t look at me like you’re a dog trying to figure out quantum tunneling. We all know you understand humor.” Somewhere hidden deep inside the Vision was a kernel of JARVIS that remembered both sarcasm and those early days spent playing Risk when Tony was still trying to perfect machine learning.

Perfectly straight-faced, the Vision said, “Perhaps you aren’t as funny as you think you are, sir,” and started to lay siege to Mongolia.

Ficlet O'Clock Promptfest

Oct. 8th, 2017 09:09 am
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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.

Dear Yuletide Writer 2017

Oct. 7th, 2017 10:38 pm
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Dear Yuletide Author,

Thank you so much for joining in this annual celebration of all things fandom! I am chuffed to have you writing for me, and I hope that my requests inspire you.

General Likes: Found families, soulmates/soulmate marks, fake dating, trapped together, hurt/comfort, slow build relationships; yes, I know this is just a list of tropes, I am profoundly sorry. Anything G to NC-17 is fine by me. I adore apocafic to an unnatural extent. I also adore romantic comedies. Genderbending (prefer not straight up cisswapping), queer stuff! all the queer stuff!, I can't overemphasise how awesome queer stuff is!

General Dislikes (DNW): Rape and dub-con, incest, scat, watersports, tentacles, body horror, queerphobia of any stripe.

My AO3 page is here and my Tumblr is here if you want to get a feel for me as a fannish entity.

Fandom-specific stuff! )

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Oct. 7th, 2017 09:30 pm
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Anonymous: maybe some carver/merrill?

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Oct. 7th, 2017 09:27 pm
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Anonymous: Varric/Hawke, URT, idiots in denial, Varric POV? :D

She found the note in a ledger, where it was being used as a bookmark. It forewent any address whatsoever and instead started mid-lamentation, like the author was halfway through a thought before he’d bothered to pick up a pen.

But it’s been three years, which lends a little perspective, if not a little relief, and I wouldn’t mind setting the record straight at least once. You’re right, there’s plenty that didn’t make it into the official accounts. I never exactly exaggerated, but I did omit liberally, both in the story itself and in what I told the Champion.

Our first meeting wasn’t nearly as coincidental as I let on. I guess you figured that one out by yourself. She’d already developed something of a reputation – the sort of reputation that made Bartrand turn up his nose – but it caught my interest. There was a dash of crazy in there, sure, and she was an absolute scoundrel right from the beginning, but there was no denying that she got shit done. I put myself in her path in the interest of hiring someone competent and dangerous, but I didn’t really need to orchestrate a show to make that happen. She needed money, and I had an attractive offer; it was a simple enough business transaction – but if I’m laying all my cards on the table, I’ll admit that I wanted to impress her right from the start.

Have you ever… Maker’s tits, this is going to make me sound exactly like the asshole
artiste Orlais’s literary circles think I aspire to be… but have you ever met someone you immediately knew was your match? Or, if you want me to be even more flowery: I adored her. She thought she was hard to love, but damn if I wasn’t head-over-feet from the minute I first clapped eyes on her. And part of it was knowing that she liked me right back – not, maybe, in the way I cared for her, but I never once doubted the depth of her devotion.

If you’re looking for a confession, then yes, there it is. I’ve never been able to decide if I regret withholding that information from her; she marched into the Fade still believing I was hung up on Bianca, but maybe that was for the best – she never gave me any indication she felt the same way, and on top of being something of a coward when it comes to delicate personal matters, I wasn’t about to throw away the best partnership I’d ever had for a mere roll in the hay.

I am aware that the Maker is having his revenge on me right now, though. You know, she told me once she’d never gotten a love letter, and here I am, writing her one that I’m sending to someone else. Not like she’s around to read it, anyway. The truth only hurts the poor bastards who are left standing at the end of the day.


“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” said the woman who had found the note, and then she went off with her letter in hand to address herself to the author.