Becoming Isis, putting Osiris back together

So, there's three of us, like the Three Musketeers but female and writers. 'Cause we are. We'll all get published or die trying. I'd write a little bit about how each of us fits one of the characters except I never got around to reading it (yet) and I haven't seen any of the films. I think one character's called Aramis, and that's all you're getting, I'm afraid.

So, J is all in favour of the writing prompt. And I agree with her; you begin with prompts and all of a sudden you're back in the middle of your abandoned third chapter with a new idea for a villain. But I just haven't been sitting down and writing from the prompts she posts.

...but I have been thinking about fanfic again. The first one was spawned from this:


(Stoleded from Tumblr)

Which caused Dee and me to have a lengthy email conversation fleshing out the world. Hells, this would be so much fun to write.

The other one is this photoset here, which apparently I stupidly didn't reblog so I had to go a-Googling. This is the text below the photoset:

Alternative Universe: Eleven & Amy Pond - Time Lady & Human

My name is John Smith. I guess you could say I used to be an ‘ordinary bloke’; a little bit on the awkward side with a boring job and a small flat next to the pub. A year ago I saw a box falling right out of the sky, and then a woman coming out of the box. She called herself the Doctor. She was ginger, she talked a lot and she took my hand and we started running. We haven’t stopped since.

She calls me ‘her stupid idiot’. She hates my clothes. I don’t know what I would do without her.

Which gives me all the feels. I want to rewrite Modern Who with this as Copperbadge did for Torchwood with his Torchwood USA.


... Although I should probably start with something that isn't going to be longfic, like finishing the story I began below this image:
“Once upon a time, a baby princess was born. Her skin was the warm brown of cinnamon, her lips as red as pomegranate, and her hair as black as night …”