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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
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If you've filled (or started filling) a prompt, please make sure to link it in the comments of the Fills Post. And if you would like to cross-post your fills on AO3, here is the collection!
Under this umbrella you can prompt:
- Historical versions of Franklin Expedition(-adjacent) guys (Rossier, Gore/McClure, etc)
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- Heroic Age of Antarctic Exploration - Shackleton, Scott, Amundsen, Mawson
- Andrée Expedition
- Karluk Expedition
- etc
Prompts in line with adaptations of Heroic Age stories can also fit here, for example if you want to specifically prompt Hugh Grant!Cherry from The Last Place On Earth getting wrecked (which someone really should).
No blorbo too obscure for this post! EXCEPT: NO PEARY ALLOWED. God I hate that guy.
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1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.
2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.
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Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying
Solo gen can be prompted as well alongside (a) character name and description
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Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish
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Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm
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Pennell/Atch/Oates, Jane sandwich
(Anonymous) 2023-01-25 06:00 am (UTC)(link)FILL: Two Against One, Pennell/Atch/Oates, Jane sandwich
(Anonymous) 2023-04-04 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)“We shall,” the Soldier agreed.
Out they crept from their berth; down the breadth of the wardroom on stocking-feet; then pausing for a moment at the fateful door to have a wholly silent conversation about strategy before crashing inside.
“Oh,” said Penelope, “hullo.”
“We thought you were in here with Bill,” Atch said, drawn up short. Indeed, the two old ladies gabbing as heard from across the way had been the cause of their resolution to strike out on a raid.
“I was,” conceded Pennell, putting down his diary and easing out of his bunk, “but a moment ago he was summoned on deck, to look at the whales. And I was just about to follow him—the zoological log, you know…”
Titus leaned against the door, assuming an intimidating attitude with his arms folded. “I’m afraid we can’t allow that.”
Pennell raised an eyebrow. “Am I a prisoner, then?”
Atch said, “Well, I don’t know. Are you?” He leveled his gaze at Pennell, who seemed for just a second to tremble under it.
Then Pennell made a feint for the door; Atch went for him, and he dodged, but Titus was quick. He got Pennell to the deck and wrestled with him there, losing his gansey in the process.
“Look, you won’t win up against us both,” Atch proclaimed, amidst the grunts and knocks. “Best to surrender now, eh?”
“Oh, just watch me!”
Pennell kicked a knee up and got Titus in the shin; he let out a comical holler and Pennell escaped from under him. With a glance Titus signaled to Atch to distract their quarry; Atch put up his fists near the door, and Pennell eagerly went forward, leaving Titus to spring back up and—after letting them box exuberantly for a few moments—join the fray again.
Without Bill or Campbell on side, one man against two was a lost cause, no matter how energetic the man in question. Pennell might at all times be as reliable and springy as a calibrated chronometer, but Titus and Atch were a battalion for the ages.
The melee thus eventually resolved into Titus holding Pennell tightly with his arms behind his back, open to all sorts of predation by Atch: mainly jabs and tickles and being relieved entirely of his outer layers. “Uncle Bill, can’t you hear I’m being savaged?” Pennell shouted up in the direction of the deck, but of course it was useless.
“Get him on the chin,” suggested Titus, and Atch delivered a few exuberant slaps, leaving Pennell smarting and bright-eyed but quite capable of taking more.
However Atch got too confident with his darting about, and Pennell cleverly caught him by the ankle, resulting in mass casualties as they all went tumbling down. Titus, landing at the top of the heap, was able to scramble off, leaving Atch now as the one pinned down.
“A little help here, Soldier?”
“Ah, only let me admire the scene for a moment. I find it picturesque.”
“Do you really now!” sighed Atch, exasperated. He squirmed under Pennell’s weight but soon relaxed into submission. At this point they were both without shirts, and Pennell additionally sans trousers, Titus having earlier tripped him out of them. Pennell was breathing heavily, gripping Atch’s wiry wrists, knees braced on the deck.
Titus took in the view from a nearby vantage, arranging himself on the lower bunk nearby. It was interesting to see Atch laid low, even though or perhaps because of how strongly Titus doubted that Pennell had really and truly overpowered him.
Having reached this point, he wondered now what else could now get past what was usually so well-defended by all of Jane’s compact, confident fitness. Hm.
“You look as if you’re about to kiss him, Penelope,” he said casually.
Pennell’s eyes shot over to him, shocked wide. Titus inclined his head and extended a hand permissively. He wanted to see what Pennell would do. But the fellow remained frozen, perhaps—rightfully—suspecting a trick. As if coaxing a fearful horse along Titus tried in a low and gentle voice, “Go on, then.”
But even that didn’t work. Had the chap not been loosened up enough yet?
“That’s an order, lieutenant!” shouted Titus, in his best drill bark.
Atch laughed out loud. Pennell could not help but grin too. He leaned down and delivered a kiss, swift and sweet, then quickly pulled away.
Titus snapped, “Surrendering so soon?” Swinging out a fist he thumped Pennell in the center of his broad handsome back and forced him down again.
“No sir!” Pennell went back at it, and this time with the sort of passion Titus felt that Jane properly deserved. Both of them quickly rather lost themselves in it.
Before things could devolve beyond what was quite proper at this early hour Titus said, “Enough of that now. Get him up, but don’t let him go.”
Atch, kissed into such a pretty daze he did not seem to realize he’d been betrayed, was hauled up into a sitting position against the bunk. It was only when Titus had him in a headlock that he exclaimed, “Oh—what is this, now?” and tried to reach back and claw off Titus’s ear. “Unhand me, blackguard!”
“Turnabout is fair play, eh?” Pennell said, to which Atch only offered an exaggerated scowl.
“Get his trousers off,” Titus commanded, and Pennell did as he was bid, delivering a few tasteful pinches to the thighs as Atch thrashed.
“What shall we do with him now, Soldier?”
The little surgeon was caught between them, stripped nearly bare, and Titus, feeling pleased he had recognized such a strategic opportunity when it chanced his way, had to put some thought towards that question.
“Let us see,” Titus proposed after a moment, “if he can take us both.”