Followers: Send an ask with your preferred fandoms and you may* get the occasional random ficlet in your askbox - presuming your settings allow Anonymous asks. *(Depends on the fandom.)
Potential Fandoms (thus far): Avengers, Cabin Pressure, Dr. Who, Hot Fuzz, Some Fairy Tales, Some Mythology, Sherlock Holmes (Canon, Ritchie, Granada, BBC).
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For: Iynqpenned, who was a real sport about the welcome fic going astray. However, it might be that this actually worked out for the better, since in the act of ‘having another look’ at this before resending, the author made it about twice as long as it originally was. Hope you enjoy, despite the delay!
Impromptu Pyjama Party
Steve didn’t sleep a great deal and sometimes ambling around the dimly-lit complex eventually relaxed him enough to either let him sleep or allow him not to mind so much that he hadn’t. The big band music echoing hauntingly along the corridors would have been odd at two-something in the morning almost anywhere else.
Feeling fairly relaxed, if still a bit tired, Steve couldn’t resist following the sound of the music to see who was doing what in the middle of the night. It really was anybody’s guess with this group, especially if any of the Asgard crowd were in for a visit.
Steve found the big rec room’s tables and chairs had been moved to the edges of the room, making a large clear area in the center. The music was playing from a portable ‘boombox’ on one of the pushed-aside tables and the room was otherwise filled by tiny spangles of light from a glittery ball hanging beneath a single light-source at the ceiling.
In the middle of the cleared space two people were dancing: Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. Steve grinned a little upon seeing them, both grinning like kids playing—really, weren’t they?—and both dressed, not in fancy ballroom togs, but in their pyjamas.
Hmmmm… that IS peculiar.
I believe Tumblr may have eaten your goodies! While I send the minions off to punish the transgressor(s) involved, I’ll check our archive doc (because we anticipated this kinda nonsense with Tumblr) and find your ficlet and resend. IF I don’t find one… well, looks like SOMEONE’s going to have to whip out the fic-fingers!
Either way, got ya covered, Iynqpenned!
;D
FYI: If you’re following Aenonnymoose and you haven’t shared your fandom preferences - assuming you want fics in your ask-box on occasion - please send an ask and let us know what you’re interested in, otherwise we can’t tell what you want.
Question: If you have shared your fandom preferences and yet have not received any ask-box fun, could you please let us know by answering here? Thus far, it seems we’ve hit everyone at least once, except those with no expressed fandoms. This excludes our latest member Iynqpenned, who has shared fandom preferences, thank you, but hasn’t yet received the welcome basket of fic. (The fic is in the mail… or something like that. *wink*)
Thanks for following!
iynqpenned asked: Awesome! I totally understand that you can only do those two fandoms. I’m just excited to be a part of this. :)
And curse this Tumblr update!
Good to know, and thanks. Glad you liked the fics enough to follow, hope you’ll enjoy your stay. ;D
*shakes fist at Tumblr*
iynqpenned asked: Um, hello! My preferred fandoms are: Avengers (especially poly), White Collar (also poly), Teen Wolf, Sherlock (BBC, otp: Molly Hooper/Lestrade).
Is that okay?iynqpenned added in a second ask: And of course I forgot: Supernatural (Destiel, Wincest, Wincestiel, Sabriel)
Hi, there!
Glad to have you onboard! All fandoms are okay, just we’re not able to necessarily fic in all of the ones you like. We’re okay with Avengers and BBC Sherlock (your poly & otp choices are just fine, too), but - sorry to say - none of us are conversant enough to do Supernatural, Teen Wolf, or White Collar yet.
(Would have answered your ask directly, but Tumblr’s latest makeover seems to have buggered the ask process. *long-suffering sigh*)
Anyone reading and liking what they see, please do reblog.
As it says on the main page, if you decide to follow and would like to maybe have random ficlets occasionally dropped in your askbox, send an ask with your fandom preferences, and if any ficlet crops up in that/those fandoms, it may come to visit your askbox.
Also, if you have specific/preferred ships, or ship all the ships, let us know that, too, if you like. It’s much harder to write you something if we don’t know what you like.
For: Tysolna
Jim Kirk sat down with just a hint of a wheeze to his laughter – edging on giggling at this point, but he was going to blame the thin air if anyone asked – as Spock gave his smudged blue uniform tunic a pointless straightening tug before crouching down next to his rather more scraped, smudged, and battered captain to examine his injuries. “Your face… oh, S-sp-spock, your… your f… ha-ha-hee-hey, ow!”
“My face has not changed in any appreciable way since we first met, other than – perhaps – currently, where there may be early signs of bruising on my left cheekbone.” Warmer than human fingers were as gentle as could be expected while checking the Captain’s ribs for damage, obviously trying to avoid the worst of the shallow scratches. Spock’s tone, however, was cool and crisp; his expression the same, though bordering on that subtle angle of eyebrows and mouth he got that hinted he was finding his captain less than inspiring and possibly a bit ridiculous, but wasn’t going to point it out because Vulcans are too civilized to mock inferior races.
For: Lady-Karasu
IMPORTANT NOTE: First go look at This Post and see the GIF, then notice the comment; and then read the following:
Sebastian Moran entered the refitted hunting lodge with duffel-bag and rifle-case over one shoulder, handgun in his free hand. The perimeter had been secure, as was the gate at the bottom of the little hill upon which the lodge had been built. Instead of coming in the front door, however, Seb entered from the back, coming around from the garage.
The reason Seb was stealthily sneaking into what was, to all appearances, a secured location, was that Jim hadn’t answered his phone in the last thirty-two minutes, which was highly unlike him. James Moriarty was borderline obsessive about staying in touch with the goings on of his organisation, as well as his right-hand man, favourite assassin, and lover.
Once inside, finding nothing obviously out of place, Seb checked the few rooms on the ground floor—no one and nothing unusual to be found—then crept upstairs, expecting trouble, cat-footed and nearly silent.
lady-karasu answered your question: FYI and Question?
Yes, we’re familiar with some of your preferences, alright. ;D
But, yes, do give us all your variables when you’re able.