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What's in the Bowl? Short fic!
Let Me Know: A fandom, prompt, and character.
My list of fandoms I can write in got kind of big, so I've listed them in a different post. I write in a variety of live-action tv series (mostly of the SF/Fantasy bent or Toku/AmeriToku), some Disney movies (Mulan and The Little Mermaid), and a variety of video games (mostly cozies/farming - Stardew Valley, Fantasy Life, Coral Island, My Time at Portia/Sandrock etc, but I also have an enduring love for the Project Zero/Fatal Frame games and I just finished Stray).
Other info: My shipfic tends to be fairly gen-ish and I can't write porn to save my life.
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Date: 2024-10-13 06:54 pm (UTC)I love Mulan and would be delighted with a short fic about her! I enjoy Mulan/Shang but would be happy with a fic about Mulan solo too - whichever you like most. Some prompts are: getting lost, carrying, and tea.
Thank you for the offer, and happy spooky month :D
Tea and orders (Mulan, slight Mulan/Shang)
Date: 2024-10-31 03:49 am (UTC)There was a certain special thing about having tea with one's superior - well, ex-superior, Mulan supposed. Shang had technically dismissed her from service when he'd found out she was a woman, and honestly, she was surprised he hadn't killed her on the spot.
But then again, Shang was as loyal to his people as they were to him, so she shouldn't have been so surprised. Mulan saving his life could only have helped.
Still, it was odd to have him sitting at the family table, sipping at tea and steadfastly ignoring her grandmother's attempts to get him to pay attention to anybody but Mulan. Which could have been flattering - after all, he was handsome and eligible - but Mulan wasn't quite sure she could split Shang-the-person from Shang-her-commanding-officer.
Her grandmother didn't seem to mind, to be sure. She was wearing a smile of unmitigated bliss as she watched Shang. Her mother was seemingly in her element, every move graceful and unperturbed. Her father had tried to converse, military veteran to military veteran, but Shang only gave distracted answers.
After a while, Shang seemed to have remembered why he was visiting, and fumbled a scroll out of his bag. "Here," he said, looking between Mulan's father and Mulan herself. "The Emperor. Erm. Has reinstated Fa Mulan as a full member of the Imperial Army." He cleared his throat. "In recognition of her service towards the Emperor."
"Mulan?" her father asked, though less to nudge her than to nudge Shang. Habit was hard to break, but breaking that habit had to start somewhere.
Shang seemed to have caught the hint and offered the scroll to Mulan for her to read. It was as he said; she had provided extraordinary service as a warrior, and the Emperor had changed the rules to let her rejoin her colleagues.
It wasn't a fate that Mulan had planned, but she'd take it. "Thank you," she said, bowing as one should to a superior officer.
"I'll... um. You won't be expected to come back immediately," he replied, looking away for the first time since he'd sat down at the table. "But I would like it if you could accompany me."
"Of course," Mulan told him warmly. It was sudden, yes, but it was her duty. And she did her duty.
Re: Tea and orders (Mulan, slight Mulan/Shang)
Date: 2024-11-01 08:42 pm (UTC)I love Shang stumbling over his words, unable to look away from Mulan. This is such a sweet post-canon moment for them ^^ Especially love that everyone is there as a family sipping tea together, knowing exactly what's going on between Shang and Mulan even if they don't.
"Mulan wasn't quite sure she could split Shang-the-person from Shang-her-commanding-officer." - Love this line!
The ending is great too. Mulan off on another adventure! ^^
Thank you so much again :D
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Date: 2024-10-13 10:04 pm (UTC)I'd love a Stardew Valley story about the Wizard! For a prompt, how about something about his thoughts on/his relationship with the "mundanes" as he calls them? I find it very interesting that he seems dismissive of them and yet still willing to humor them (especially the Farmer, I guess partly because they can see the Junimos?) I have no preferences re: the Farmer's identity/appearance or anything, please go with your flow! :)
Thank you, and happy Halloween!
From the Tower Watching (Stardew Valley, Wizard)
Date: 2024-10-31 03:53 am (UTC)The people in town are afraid of him, for the most part. Rasmodius is keenly aware of this, but he doesn't allow himself to let this bother him. Wizards live apart from society, or at least attempt to, because interference can lead to disaster.
Besides, Wizards live longer than the mundane villagers they protect. Rasmodius has a daughter that he cannot acknowledge, a grandchild as well that may be trained in the magical arts someday. He is not beyond temptation. He is still human.
The family that owns the farm up the path has a touch of magic to them. They always have. Awe is the newest scion of that family, and she is no different. She sees Junimos and has an instinct for magic that makes Rasmodius itch to send her off for an apprenticeship. She might be too old, but sometimes they are never too old.
Besides, the town needs her more than his realm needs her. He does not travel among them often, but he can scry. He can see how much she's turned the place around by her mere presence.
Rasmodius also tries to go out every so often. There are wards that need to be tended to, magical storms that can harm even the most magic-blind. He's seen how they reacted to the very unexpected healing green rain. He doesn't trust them not to panic if they knew the truth.
So he does not make friends. He does not get to know anyone. Because that only causes pain, and sorrow, and maybe even the end of the world.
Re: From the Tower Watching (Stardew Valley, Wizard)
Date: 2024-11-03 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-14 05:51 am (UTC)Oooh, Monument Valley? I'd love something for that. I love the architecture and just something twisty about what it's like is great, or the main character's adventures through it!
Or Stardew Valley is also good! I love Elliott, Willy, and Sebastian; something about green rain or enjoying one of their fave things in a quiet moment? Is that too many options?
Happy spooky season!
Shifting Shifty Paths (Monument Valley, worldbuilding)
Date: 2024-10-31 03:56 am (UTC)The path shifts before Ida's eyes. There's a trick to it, she knows; look at things just right and they fall into place. At least almost always.
It just takes perseverance, and patience. Especially patience. Patience to retrace one's steps, patience to wait for the geometry to shift, for paths to raise or lower, for Crows to get out of the way. She knows she can only control her own movements, her own steps. Everything else is the slowly-shifting mechanical pieces, with occasional help from a friend.
She sighs every time she reaches a new place. The puzzles change, the geography shifts around her, but there is naught to do but slowly let the pieces shift and move and hope that she figures out which angle will make everything make sense. Perhaps there will be another ghost, another cryptic message. She does not care.
Ida does what she needs to do. She replaces what was lost - or stolen, according to the accusing ghosts. If she was the thief, it was a long time ago, far beyond her memory.
And then she steps again. One foot in front of the other, another path, another challenge. Someday she will be at the end of her journey, but she does not know when that is, or when she will run out of things to return.
It is her path. And she will follow it.
Re: Shifting Shifty Paths (Monument Valley, worldbuilding)
Date: 2024-10-31 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-15 12:36 am (UTC)I'd love a fic centering Hajime in Kamen Rider Blade. For a prompt I was thinking something introspective. It could be about anything mid or even post canon if you'd like. Feel free to go with whatever direction strikes you. :D
Thank you so much and have a Happy Halloween and a good month overall!
Looking from Destruction (Kamen Rider Blade, Hajime)
Date: 2024-10-31 03:58 am (UTC)Hajime really doesn't understand humans, though he tries. He is destruction, the natural destruction of this world and everyone around him, and yet with this form, humans either subconsciously avoid him or cannot seem to avoid being around him. It's a contradiction that confuses him.
And he himself is starting to become a contradiction. He should not need shelter, or food, or kindness, but he is comfortable with all three, especially together. He has done little for the humans around him, but they welcome him all the same.
Kenzaki especially confuses him. A human who has walked into the Battle Fight, who takes on battles that have nothing to do with him, and yet has tried to be friendly. It is not unknown for Undead to form temporary alliances, two against one until they finally have to turn against each other - and yet, he suspects, that is not what Kenzaki wants. He genuinely seems to want to make a permanent alliance, where the final two would not turn against each other.
And yet, he is not Undead. He is not a member of this fight. If he managed to seal all the others, if Hajime was the only one left, he would destroy the world that Kenzaki cherishes.
But Kenzaki does not know that, and Hajime does not care to tell him. He will take this temporary alliance of sorts because he does not feel he has a choice. Human Undead has always been a troublesome being, and tries to pull him more towards humanity than he really wants to be.
So he tries to reign in his destruction, tries to get Kenzaki to let go, tries to save a place that is his but isn't his. He must make a choice, must try to understand, and he may never do so.
Re: Looking from Destruction (Kamen Rider Blade, Hajime)
Date: 2024-10-31 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-10-15 11:37 am (UTC)Mulan, the father, worry for a beloved child
Can only wait strong (Mulan, Mulan's Father)
Date: 2024-10-31 04:01 am (UTC)He can't help but worry for his only child. He did his best by her, at least what any father would do for a daughter. And he loved her, because what father would not love their child?
And now she was off, fighting a war that he should be fighting in because she believed it was cruel to force him back into battle. Mulan had always been headstrong, and he'd taught her to stay strong in her beliefs. He had expected her to protest, but he had not expected her to go in his place.
Now he finds it hard to sleep. Is his daughter safe? She must be posing as a man; it is the only way she could fool anyone into thinking she should be there. Which means he cannot send a message to her, and he cannot determine whether or not she is safe.
As safe as she can be, at least. War is hell, he knows that even if Mulan does not. He does not envy her, being a young warrior with something to hide. He can only hope she finds some support, or at least her way.
He does not want to lose his daughter.
For the moment, he must treat her as a son, the son he never had. Because that is the only way she can live right now, and thus how he should think of her. A son proudly gone to war.
But no. She is still his daughter, and he misses her bright presence. He can only hope that she comes back someday and she can still laugh. It is a vain hope, but in his worry it is the only thing he can hold onto.
Re: Can only wait strong (Mulan, Mulan's Father)
Date: 2024-10-31 04:04 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2024-10-18 06:05 pm (UTC)Fic or treat!
Hey neighbour, I'm so happy to see you also like Forever Knight. I'd love a short fic. Lacroix and Nick are my fave characters. For a prompt...hmm, maybe one finds out something that's embarrassing for the other and something funny happens? But I'm happy with whatever your mind might come up with. :)
Have a great spooky season!
Lesson not and never learned (Forever Knight, LaCroix (and Nick))
Date: 2024-10-31 04:04 am (UTC)Nicholas was embarrassing. Most masters had children that they could be proud of, or at least ones that they weren't ashamed of, in LaCroix's experience. And LaCroix had a lot of experience, far more than Nicholas could ever dream of. For that matter, he doubted Janette completely understood either, but she understood enough.
It could have been hilarious, how Nick sometimes acted like he was much younger than his age. It had been, once. He had looked forward to Nicholas maturing, becoming all that LaCroix had hoped and dreamed for him.
He was, for a while. But as the centuries progressed, Nicholas became more distant. Admired humans more. Started to want to be human again.
LaCroix liked to pretend that he didn't care what others thought about Nicholas. That he did not have a child that continuously wanted to become what he couldn't and insisted on banging his head on a virtual wall over and over again. A child who couldn't be bothered to learn his lessons.
A child that would never have survived the time and world that LaCroix himself grew up in.
So he tried to guide his child the best way he could and the way he wanted to, for anything - except for death, he did not wish death on Nicholas - would be better than what he had now.
Re: Lesson not and never learned (Forever Knight, LaCroix (and Nick))
Date: 2024-10-31 08:11 am (UTC)Thank you! This is the quintessence of how their relationship is. Happy Samhain!
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Date: 2024-10-30 06:39 pm (UTC)Lonely, Creaking, and Crushing (Ghostbusters: Answer The Call, Patty)
Date: 2024-10-31 04:06 am (UTC)All Patty wanted was a quiet night. That night involved some soft jazz, a history book, and maybe a cat. Admittedly, the last one was a bit of a stretch, as her last apartment didn't allow pets and she wasn't sure about keeping an animal anywhere near where Hoffman worked.
All she could say about her current assignment was that it was quiet, apart from the creaks and groans of the old prison. Prisons were always full of sorrow and resentment, which leaked into the walls and wouldn't leave.
And to be honest, all those cell doors gave her the creeps. She'd told the others that no way in hell was she going anywhere that had mannequins, but you never knew when one might pop up in the most unpleasant of places.
Even where they weren't supposed to be, like the lockdown and solitary confinement cells. The PKE meter wasn't lighting up at least, which was great as she'd stepped inside one of those just to make sure. Nope. If something had been there once it had definitely left nothing but sadness and desperation inside.
She thought she'd be used to all this. Used to creaking, every single noise heightened just to the right nerve-wracking level, the sense of being watched even if nothing was picked up.
This job was making her somewhat paranoid, she decided. Or at least set on giving her adrenal glands a workout.
Damn it, why had she picked up this job again? Oh yeah. She got to do something that almost nobody else did. She got to save the world because she knew things.
But that didn't make up for creaks and groans and an entire building that just wanted to crush one's soul.
She let out an audible sigh. The sooner they found this ghost and trapped it, the better. Then she could go home, maybe get some music in, relax, and feel normal again.