Snowflake Challenge Day Six
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turpsNot a snowflake, but if you remember my incestuous alien egglet story Cooked and Slightly Cracked a while ago someone asked if they could write their own story set in that universe. They posted it today and I thought it was quite the nice read.
Day 6
In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
For my offering have something featuring Mikey and Ryan from And The Painted Ponies universe. If you haven't read the story, to sum up, Mikey's a top class model called Roboboy. Frank the bodyguard who loves him. Ryan another model who in public supposedly dislikes Mikey and vice versa, but in reality they're actually friends.
"I'm thinking of retiring," Ryan says, frowning slightly as he eases himself down onto a stool. "I'm getting too old for this bullshit."
Mikey can sympathise, even with his reduced workload these days, the modelling business often feels like too much. He still enjoys what he does but the pressure to remain ever perfect, skin clear and body lean at all times, that kind of sucks.
"It's going to be furs next season. Pete's already designed a range of yeti-themed clothes." Mikey sighs, itching his inner arm as he imagines sweat-damp fake fur stuck to his skin. "You'll look good as a yeti."
"I will," Ryan agrees instantly, his belt jingling as he attempts to stretch out his legs. "But seriously. I'm thinking of getting out."
Mikey considers Ryan, looking past the heavy make-up and outlandish outfit as he remembers the fresh-faced kid who arrived on the scene years before. "Are you going to go off and play hockey in the big leagues?"
"You remember that?" Ryan grins, wide and toothy, nothing like his usual trademark half-smile. "If I didn't get signed to an agency I was going to play for the pros."
"Of course you were," Mikey agrees, and even now, a lifetime away from that first meeting, he's glad he took a few moments to talk to a fan and steer him the right way. "You're a better model than a hockey player."
"You haven't even seen me play." Ryan's grin fades as he adds, "Not that I can. Not when I'm doing this."
Mikey tries to think what to say, but in the end what it comes down to is: Ryan's right, hockey and modelling at his level simply don't mix. "You can still go and watch."
"It's not the same," Ryan says, using his fingernail to flick one of the glass icicles attached to his belt. "I used to love skating. I mean, I love this, but I want more. I want to adopt a thousand dogs and hang out all night and eat pizza and stop worrying about the next big thing coming along and taking my place."
"Yeah, that sucks." Mikey says pointedly, waiting all of a moment before grinning at Ryan. "But you're still a player, I'm the big boss."
Ryan waves a hand in Mikey's direction, dismissing the comment. "Yeah, yeah. We all know who's been getting the most covers this season."
"Maybe," Mikey allows, not that he's worried. Even if it is actually true -- which it could be, Mikey's not Frank with his carefully created scrapbook of Mikey's features and covers -- Mikey likes to see his friends succeed. Plus more than that, he's happy with his career at the moment. "You could cut your work down, too. It's good, I see Frank more now."
"Not possible, he was attached to your hip from the start," Ryan says, and looks over toward the main area of the room when someone yells 'five minutes!' Immediately Ryan stands, and then, his voice lowered as if a confession, adds. "I want that. Someone who loves me like Frank does you. Are there any more hot bodyguards going at Frank's place? What about his boss, he looks like hot stuff."
"He is but Ray's taken," Mikey says, and it would be so easy to turn this conversation into a joke, making some glib remark about setting Ryan up with someone from Ray's firm. Mikey doesn't, he simply says, "What about Spencer?"
Ryan tenses, and for a moment his expression is completely unguarded as he says, "He emailed a few weeks ago, said we should meet up."
"And you didn't reply?" Already Mikey knows that he didn't. It's Ryan all over, someone who's never afraid to take on the world but still blocks away and protects the parts of his heart that have already been broken.
"I can't." Ryan takes a step back as Mikey stands too, making room so their wings don't touch and tangle together. "We're so different now. He plays music, I walk down a runway wearing a body-stocking, icicle belt and giant white wings."
"As different as RoboBoy and his bodyguard?" Mikey points out, and then, "Email him, get his number. He has to know what you do."
"That's because I'm on so many covers." Ryan straightens and wiggles his shoulders making his wings move, so each individual feather shimmers and flutters. He also reaches out and touches Mikey's arm, the 'thank you' there in the brief touch. "I'll think about it."
"Good," Mikey says, smiling when he sees Frank wave from the side of backstage, the spot he takes always when watching a show. "Don't think too long."
Ryan's only reply to that is a brief nod as he starts to walk forward, and then, not looking back, says, "I'll try not to."
Mikey knows it's all he's going to get. All he can hope is, it's enough.
Day 6
In your own space, create a fanwork. A drabble, a ficlet, a podfic, or an icon, art or meta or a rec list. A picspam. Something. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
For my offering have something featuring Mikey and Ryan from And The Painted Ponies universe. If you haven't read the story, to sum up, Mikey's a top class model called Roboboy. Frank the bodyguard who loves him. Ryan another model who in public supposedly dislikes Mikey and vice versa, but in reality they're actually friends.
"I'm thinking of retiring," Ryan says, frowning slightly as he eases himself down onto a stool. "I'm getting too old for this bullshit."
Mikey can sympathise, even with his reduced workload these days, the modelling business often feels like too much. He still enjoys what he does but the pressure to remain ever perfect, skin clear and body lean at all times, that kind of sucks.
"It's going to be furs next season. Pete's already designed a range of yeti-themed clothes." Mikey sighs, itching his inner arm as he imagines sweat-damp fake fur stuck to his skin. "You'll look good as a yeti."
"I will," Ryan agrees instantly, his belt jingling as he attempts to stretch out his legs. "But seriously. I'm thinking of getting out."
Mikey considers Ryan, looking past the heavy make-up and outlandish outfit as he remembers the fresh-faced kid who arrived on the scene years before. "Are you going to go off and play hockey in the big leagues?"
"You remember that?" Ryan grins, wide and toothy, nothing like his usual trademark half-smile. "If I didn't get signed to an agency I was going to play for the pros."
"Of course you were," Mikey agrees, and even now, a lifetime away from that first meeting, he's glad he took a few moments to talk to a fan and steer him the right way. "You're a better model than a hockey player."
"You haven't even seen me play." Ryan's grin fades as he adds, "Not that I can. Not when I'm doing this."
Mikey tries to think what to say, but in the end what it comes down to is: Ryan's right, hockey and modelling at his level simply don't mix. "You can still go and watch."
"It's not the same," Ryan says, using his fingernail to flick one of the glass icicles attached to his belt. "I used to love skating. I mean, I love this, but I want more. I want to adopt a thousand dogs and hang out all night and eat pizza and stop worrying about the next big thing coming along and taking my place."
"Yeah, that sucks." Mikey says pointedly, waiting all of a moment before grinning at Ryan. "But you're still a player, I'm the big boss."
Ryan waves a hand in Mikey's direction, dismissing the comment. "Yeah, yeah. We all know who's been getting the most covers this season."
"Maybe," Mikey allows, not that he's worried. Even if it is actually true -- which it could be, Mikey's not Frank with his carefully created scrapbook of Mikey's features and covers -- Mikey likes to see his friends succeed. Plus more than that, he's happy with his career at the moment. "You could cut your work down, too. It's good, I see Frank more now."
"Not possible, he was attached to your hip from the start," Ryan says, and looks over toward the main area of the room when someone yells 'five minutes!' Immediately Ryan stands, and then, his voice lowered as if a confession, adds. "I want that. Someone who loves me like Frank does you. Are there any more hot bodyguards going at Frank's place? What about his boss, he looks like hot stuff."
"He is but Ray's taken," Mikey says, and it would be so easy to turn this conversation into a joke, making some glib remark about setting Ryan up with someone from Ray's firm. Mikey doesn't, he simply says, "What about Spencer?"
Ryan tenses, and for a moment his expression is completely unguarded as he says, "He emailed a few weeks ago, said we should meet up."
"And you didn't reply?" Already Mikey knows that he didn't. It's Ryan all over, someone who's never afraid to take on the world but still blocks away and protects the parts of his heart that have already been broken.
"I can't." Ryan takes a step back as Mikey stands too, making room so their wings don't touch and tangle together. "We're so different now. He plays music, I walk down a runway wearing a body-stocking, icicle belt and giant white wings."
"As different as RoboBoy and his bodyguard?" Mikey points out, and then, "Email him, get his number. He has to know what you do."
"That's because I'm on so many covers." Ryan straightens and wiggles his shoulders making his wings move, so each individual feather shimmers and flutters. He also reaches out and touches Mikey's arm, the 'thank you' there in the brief touch. "I'll think about it."
"Good," Mikey says, smiling when he sees Frank wave from the side of backstage, the spot he takes always when watching a show. "Don't think too long."
Ryan's only reply to that is a brief nod as he starts to walk forward, and then, not looking back, says, "I'll try not to."
Mikey knows it's all he's going to get. All he can hope is, it's enough.
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Date: 2015-01-11 05:25 pm (UTC)I have an unnatural fondness for Frank and his Roboboy.
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Date: 2015-01-11 05:31 pm (UTC)Me too. It was nice slipping back into the universe, a good choice for a quick ficlet.
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Date: 2015-01-11 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-11 08:25 pm (UTC)Ryan needs a Spencer in his life. They can go on a so-called discrete date where Ryan wears giant sunglasses and some kind of outrageous hat.
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Date: 2015-01-11 09:25 pm (UTC)a so-called discrete date where Ryan wears giant sunglasses and some kind of outrageous hat
He is totally stealthy NO ONE WILL NOTICE HIM.
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Date: 2015-01-11 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-11 08:27 pm (UTC)Thank you ♥
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Date: 2015-01-11 10:44 pm (UTC)Now to the next part featuring Spencer! *hints*
;-)
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Date: 2015-01-12 05:04 pm (UTC)I never pictured Spencer in the universe before, but he seemed to slip in when Ryan was talking.
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Date: 2015-01-18 09:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-19 05:52 pm (UTC)Thank you!