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Polar Explorer RPF - Prompt Post 1
This is for prompts for all things general Polar Explorer RPF.
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:
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.
Rules:
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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)
- Madhouse at the End of the Earth/Belgica Expedition
- 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.
Rules:
1. Be fucking nice. YKINMATO/KINKTOMATO at all times.
2. This meme is CNTW (Choose Not To Warn) but warnings are highly encouraged.
3. Prompts should use this format in the subject line: [SHIP], [DESCRIPTION]
e.g.
Mertz/Ninnis, sex crying
Solo gen can be prompted as well alongside (a) character name and description
e.g.
Gen, Emil Racovitza, discovering a crazy new fish
4. Fills should use this format in the subject line: FILL: [TITLE], [PAIRING], [RATING], [ANY WARNINGS]
e.g.
Fill: The Very Next Day, Cherry/Birdie, E, cw self-harm
5. One prompt per comment please.
6. Multiple fills for each prompt are welcome!
7. You don't have to be anon for your prompts or your fills but we do encourage it because of the vibe. You're also welcome to deanon your stuff by posting on AO3/Tumblr as you please!
8. Feedback on prompts and fills is AWESOME; please take longer conversations to the discussion post.
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Gen, Robert McClure, haunted fairytale nonsense
(Anonymous) 2022-09-29 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)FILL, untitled, gen, Robert McClure, refs to hunting and vague foreboding
(Anonymous) 2022-10-01 11:34 am (UTC)(link)“Don’t mind me,” he tells it. “I mean no harm. Not to a dapper little fellow like you.”
He is about to reply to himself, in the gruff voice that he always uses when he pretends to be a talking animal. But, to his amazement, the fox pauses on the edge of flight and says, “Oh. I mistook you for your friend. The one who likes to shoot small things.”
“Gore?” He is almost too shocked to speak, but the little syllable comes readily to his lips; it always does, in the absence of the man himself.
“Is that his name? He shot one of my uncles. Not a favourite uncle, but an uncle nonetheless.”
Robert suspects that Graham Gore is not going to be a fruitful topic of conversation. Changing the subject, he admits that he did not know foxes could talk.
“I was wondering the same about you and your friends,” says the fox. “Have you only just learned this very moment? Or have you been able to talk all along and were merely making those strange growling noises for your own amusement?”
Robert says that he thinks he has always been able to talk. (Already he is growing a little unsure. Would it not explain many things if nobody in his life has ever been able to understand a word he says?)
“Well,” says the fox, in a tone indicating polite disbelief. “Let’s not make an argument of it. Can I offer you anything to eat or drink?”
Robert sees that the fox has a string round its neck, and hanging from the string a little bottle labelled “DRINK ME” and a little wrapped parcel labelled “EAT ME”. “What happens if I do?” he asks.
“Oh, if you drink from the bottle you will grow and grow, and if you eat from the package then you will shrink. Or perhaps it is the other way round.”
He says hastily that he does not need any food or drink at present, thank you.
“Probably wise,” says the fox. “You are about the right size as you are. That is to say, you are a small enough person that nobody notices you, but you do big things, or at least you will do. It balances out.”
Robert asks — because he cannot possible be any more miserable, and one might as well make the most of magic when one encounters it — if the fox will please tell him his future.
“Do I look like a carnival attraction?” says the fox, affronted. But it relents. “Very well. Here is your future. You will love. You will be married. And you will not have to serve in the army.”
Robert thinks, “Mary and I will come to love each other. The circumstances of our marriage were not auspicious, but we can learn to be kind.”
“I didn’t say,” says the fox, as though reading his thoughts, “that the person you love and the person to whom you are married will be the same.”
His head is beginning to ache. He says, “The Arctic is a strange, upside-down place. I cannot make sense of it.”
The fox says coolly, “The Arctic is just a place where some of us live. Have you considered that maybe you brought your own strangeness here with you?”
The fox is going now. No, it is not walking away. It is fading, like a chalk drawing slowly being effaced.
Now only its little needle teeth remain, sharp as a woman’s sigh of disappointment. Sharp as being on the outside of a joke between other men.
The last thing the fox says is, “If you care about him, you should tell him not to go. Your friend who likes to shoot small things, I mean.”
Robert wakes to find that someone is shaking him. Not Graham. Someone whose name he cannot immediately recall. “We thought we’d lost you for a moment there,” says a voice, kind but somehow impersonal.
His eyes are still weak, his head swimming. Where is Graham? There is blinding whiteness in every direction, and he cannot find Graham anywhere.
Re: FILL, untitled, gen, Robert McClure, refs to hunting and vague foreboding
(Anonymous) 2022-10-01 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL, untitled, gen, Robert McClure, refs to hunting and vague foreboding
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(Anonymous) 2022-10-01 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL, untitled, gen, Robert McClure, refs to hunting and vague foreboding
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