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Day Ten
In your own space, create a list of at least three fannish things you'd love to receive, something you've wanted but were afraid to ask for - a fannish wish-list of sorts.
Day Eleven
Stretch yourself a little and try something new. Go play in a new fandom or with a new pairing or trope. Try creating a different kind of fanwork. Or check out some types of fanworks that are new to you.
In your own space, create a list of at least three fannish things you'd love to receive, something you've wanted but were afraid to ask for - a fannish wish-list of sorts.
Day Eleven
Stretch yourself a little and try something new. Go play in a new fandom or with a new pairing or trope. Try creating a different kind of fanwork. Or check out some types of fanworks that are new to you.
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- Red Dragon: Dolarhyde and Reba. This is a pretty obscure one. Any links to fanworks of these two? I love the pairing, it's so creepy and sweet and ill-fated. Note: I don't gravitate toward sexually explicit material unless it's either really character-driven or really creepy (yes, you read that exactly right).
- Thuringwethil. Again, links to stuff or new stuff? Cough it up, people! =D I know more than one of you shares my fondness for Thuringwethil. See also note above.
- Crack!fic (or heck, serious fic if you could pull it off) based on my, er, fanwork for Day 11. Details below the cut.
Day 11 (new thing):
So I thought to myself: What is it in my main fandom (Tolkien) that I would never, ever draw? And then it hit me: A hobbit lass hugging a wee pony in a meadow, of course! The fact that this was done in 15 min at the bus stop in ink on lined paper emphasizes its technical incompetence (for I never draw equines nor children) appropriately.
Thing is the pony, besides looking grossly deformed, looks hella evil. I thought it looked like a Nazgûl pony were trying to infiltrate the Shire, and then I realized: YES. I WANT FIC ABOUT A NAZGÛL PONY'S MISADVENTURES WHILST ATTEMPTING TO INFILTRATE THE SHIRE.
PLEASE?
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Ever since she was born, the pony had known only hatred. She had learned to endure the fear that the sight of her masters instinctively caused, but nothing could subdue her loathing of them. She despised any being not of her own kind and her masters despised and tormented her. She was too small for them to ride. She knew not why she was kept alive.
One day, she was taken to a fair green land. “We have a mission for you,” said the Nazgûl. “Bite and torment these Hobbit creatures and try to learn where Baggins is.”
The pony neighed her agreement. She could not bite the Nazgûl as they had no flesh. It would be good to inflict some of the pain she had endured on others.
She started to graze while she waited for her first victim to come along. The grass was sweeter than she had ever tasted before.
After a while, a little girl skipped into the meadow. She was so tiny that the pony decided it would be easy to bite off her hand.
The little girl approached. “Hello, pony!” she said. “Are you all alone here?”
Surprised, the pony pricked up her ears. The little girl was talking to her and not calling her names.
“Poor pony, have you no friends?” asked the little girl. “I’ve brought you some sugar! I’ll be your friend!”
She held out her hand containing a sugar lump.
The pony hesitated. This was her chance to bite, but found she did not want to, indeed, she could not! Instead, she took the sugar lump and nuzzled the little girl.
The little girl took her home where her parents put her in a field with some friendly ponies. They called her, Snowflake and she lived happily every afterwards.
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