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Date: 2010-07-30 11:01 pm (UTC)
skalja: Ultimate Spider-Woman posing like a BAMF (spider-man: over the wall)
From: [personal profile] skalja
Marvel Comics/Spider-Man (preferably the main universe, but go with what inspires you): Peter has chronic depression/anxiety/ADHD/psychological condition of your choice, which he manages successfully ... most of the time.

Further thoughts for perusal: Maybe he's always had this condition and superheroics actually help him manage it (lots of vigorous exercise can help with depression and anxiety); maybe they make it worse (frequent emotional trauma); maybe his condition was actually caused by his superpowers (he's got an entire new sense and several abilities with no counterpart in baseline humans - his brain must have gotten rewired a bit). How does his condition shape his identity, and if his friends/family/fellow heroes know, how does it affect how they perceive him?

Ten thousand bonus points if the story deals with quandary of needing/wanting psychological treatment when you have a secret identity and most of the psychiatrists you've met are secretly supervillains.
Edited Date: 2010-07-30 11:08 pm (UTC)

warning: mention of dubcon

Date: 2010-07-31 12:17 am (UTC)
eightleggedbeast: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eightleggedbeast
DC Comics/Dick Grayson: Batman (Dick Grayson) suffers from manic hypersexuality. What are the consequences of this?

We have the obvious consequences from rogues (possible forensic problems + almost all of them are doctors or psychiatrists or emotionally/sexually manipulative as an M.O.). We also have a very large extended family of often damaged and unstable friends, more-than-friends, family and lovers with many having very strong feelings about Dick, whatever they are.

I got this idea from Dick's generally odd sexual behaviour in the canon. Ignoring any slashy interpretations and only in his costumed life there was Barbara, and there was Kory; apparently according to recent-ish canon he slept with Barbara before his wedding to Kory. He's had sexual relations with supervillains with seemingly no prompting other than their interest, including Catwoman of all people
(skip)and a bizarre dubcon episode with Tarantula.

Let's ignore writers' shipping wars, comic characters' sluttiness in general, the hugely numerous and long affairs that result from having over seventy years of canon behind you being compressed to fit into a vague ten-to-fifteen year timeline and the emotional 180 a character has between different series with different stories planned. Let's just think about the in-world situation. Is he looking for this? Is he taking hints out of thin air for sex that is clearly no good for anyone? Who could have worked it out by now if he is?

I hope this doesn't come off as missing the point of a disability meme, please delete if it does! LOL NYMPHO is not what I mean here. Yes I know where to find Teland, which is... This prompt, almost.

Links: (with all the usual wiki pitfalls) (proposed revision to diagnosis)

(no subject)

Date: 2010-07-31 01:21 am (UTC)
sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Default)
From: [personal profile] sasha_feather
Ten thousand bonus points if the story deals with quandary of needing/wanting psychological treatment when you have a secret identity and most of the psychiatrists you've met are secretly supervillains.

Wow, this is SUCH an amazing prompt.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-07-31 12:17 pm (UTC)
skalja: Ultimate Spider-Woman posing like a BAMF (spider-man: mystery meat)
From: [personal profile] skalja
Ahahaha, thanks. The sad thing is that I am barely exaggerating on that count, if at all. Poor Spidey.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-01 12:52 am (UTC)
raisedbymoogles: (Default)
From: [personal profile] raisedbymoogles
Despicable Me - one or more of the girls has a learning disability. (I'm picturing Ethel with ADD/ADHD, for some reason, but feel free to do whatever speaks to you.) How would this affect her in a technogeek-supervillain family? What challenges does this present Grue with as the parent of a special-needs child? Would Doctor Neutrino try to rewire her brain? Drama!

Bonus points if her Thing makes her able to more easily connect with/understand the Minions.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-01 01:16 am (UTC)
milleniumrex: (Default)
From: [personal profile] milleniumrex
This prompt is brilliant.

*loves this movie so much*

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-01 09:13 am (UTC)
sholio: sun on winter trees (Avatar-Zuko fighting Azula)
From: [personal profile] sholio
Avatar: The Last Airbender - prompt contains mild spoilers for finale: (skip) Sokka's leg injury in the finale leaves him with permanent mobility impairment (which for all I know may actually be what the creators intended, since the only times we see him afterwards, he's either still on crutches, or sitting down)..

Re: warning: mention of dubcon

Date: 2010-08-01 11:14 am (UTC)
eightleggedbeast: (Default)
From: [personal profile] eightleggedbeast
Discussion here has convinced me I've misinterpreted it all. (It aaaaall.) I still love my prompt ;_;

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-01 07:49 pm (UTC)
brightknightie: Nick and his remote control (Remote Control)
From: [personal profile] brightknightie
What [personal profile] thingswithwings said: NICE. Literally, my jaw dropped when I read this prompt.

(I just learned about this fest today. I'm catching up...)

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-01 08:07 pm (UTC)
brightknightie: Urs looking at her drink in the Raven (Urs)
From: [personal profile] brightknightie
>"Joyce's health problems in season 5 are actually an MS flare-up. She doesn't die, but..."

Oh, wow, this prompt hit me so hard (in a good way). My brain immediately flared BtVS canon scenes with a new interpretation, resonance and relevance. Thank you for this re-imagining.

(I just heard about this fest today. Catching up...)
brightknightie: Nick's caddy parked at his loft ("My Fandom Knows Trunk Space") (Caddy)
From: [personal profile] brightknightie
Medusa! :-) Such a cool flourish. Good work!

>"...having the instinct and the confidence of a born leader but..."

I really enjoyed experiencing Scott's ultra-responsible, older-brother, born-leader side -- the essence of the character -- rechanneled but unchanged by the absence of the ruby quartz.

On reflection -- triggered by "God, he wishes he knew what she looks like." -- my mind went to that unforgettable canonical moment on the mesa when Phoenix -- with far too much power; how creepy it becomes in retrospect that this was how and when the excess Phoenix Force power first obviously manifested -- held back his eye-blasts. In this AU you've created, I imagine the parallel of that moment, and it's even more touching, and even more creepy.

Thank you very much for sharing.

Re: Community: Abed + ensemble, Gen

Date: 2010-08-01 08:38 pm (UTC)
brightknightie: Nick on his couch, smiling. (Nick Amused)
From: [personal profile] brightknightie
>""I guess Bunnicula doesn't try to assimilate.""

Hee! This line yanked a grin across my face.

I'm not familiar with this fandom, but your title invokes my home fandom, so I dove right in. I had no trouble following the interaction, though I'm a stranger, and I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-04 04:18 am (UTC)
syntheid: [Elementary] Watson drinking tea looking contemplative (Default)
From: [personal profile] syntheid
FMA (Brotherhood/Mangaverse) - spoilers for end of the series (skip) Roy's blindness is permanent, but he succeeds in becoming the country's new leader anyway. Bonus for Havoc still using a wheelchair as well, but playing a crucial role.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-04 06:33 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Any superhero fandom - Creative use of superpowers to adapt to a disability.

For instance, using super-hearing to compensate for blindness, or someone who's lost the use of their hands training their telekinesis to replace those functions.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-08-05 03:02 am (UTC)
nwhepcat: Sam and Dean/car/text On This Road (dean sam road all at once)
From: [personal profile] nwhepcat
I totally flashed on Dean Winchester with this prompt, too. Absolutely makes sense to me. (And I can see John reacting to this.) Hmmmmmm.... I may attempt this one.

Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 01:16 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Title: Ship Duty
Fandom: Vorkosigan Series, between Brothers in Arms and Memory
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None apply so far, but unfinished. I'll note if it changes. Um, this is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted, so that’s the warning.

Ship Duty

Lieutenant Lord Ivan Vorpatril looked at Captain Duvalier and smiled thinly. “Ship duty?” he echoed, feeling hollow. Anything more coherent seemed beyond him.

Duvalier grinned. “You’ve been complaining for years about being stuck dirtside, and you deserve better. Never say I never did anything for you.”

“I would never say that, sir,” Ivan said automatically. He was sure his smile was sickly, but his superior didn’t seem to notice. He was too happy with himself -- and really, Ivan reminded himself, why shouldn’t he be? Ivan had complained about being stuck dirtside. Whined, even. He knew it. He even knew why. But somehow, telling Duvalier that he’d been lying for the past three years -- that all his moaning about working on nice, large planets with nice, wide horizons and nice, big rooms had been a put-on? Not going to happen. Not in this lifetime.

“Thank you, sir,” he said, because Duvalier had earned it. Saying Fuck you for putting me back in one of those goddamned tin coffins seemed pretty unfair, all things considered.


Ivan staggered back to his flat, only to find Byerly Vorrutyer sitting outside his door, legs stretched out to trip him. He managed not to fall. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, though it may not have come out quite right.

“Congratulating you,” By said cheerfully. “You’ve got what you always wanted, I heard.”

“Fuck you,” Ivan said, but without any heat, and leaned against the wall because the floor wasn’t level any more.

By looked him up and down. “Not in your condition. Come on, I’ll help you in.”

He fumbled the keycard, and didn’t object when By picked it up and opened the door. Then By put a very solid arm around him and dragged him in, to the couch, and set him down. “You’re used to this,” Ivan observed, meaning, manhandling drunks. “Why are you here?”

By had disappeared, though. Ivan waited, and he reappeared, this time with a glass of water. “Because they’re giving you ship duty, and you’re going to do something stupid about it. Drink.”

There was something in the water, though he couldn’t taste it. Suddenly, Ivan was stone cold sober. “What is that stuff?”

“Water. And a little something from Escobar. You’re a very trusting drunk, you know.”

“Yeah,” Ivan sighed. How could he have let Byerly Vorrutyer into his flat? Though he had to admit that Byerly hadn’t even said anything nasty yet. “Why are you here? I want an answer this time.”

By sighed back. “Look. It doesn’t serve anyone if you crash your damned car or something else like that at the moment.”

“I don’t know why it would bother you,” Ivan said suspiciously. “You don’t like me. You don’t do anything but flirt and buy clothes.”

By smiled sweetly and made an expansive gesture with his hands. “Ivan, Ivan, Ivan. Do you know how many men, discovering that you are so decidedly heterosexual, turn to the nearest Vor faggot for consolation? Believe me, dear boy, I would be heartbroken if you should damage your pretty face.”

It was almost believable. But there was something off with what By was saying -- though it was true that By slept with men, and very few Vor advertised such a thing, and yes Ivan had gently refused a number of uninteresting offers in that vein.... By was a very good actor, but for once Ivan had the sense that he was acting. “That makes no sense,” he said. “First of all, why do you think I’m due for an accident?”

“I think you’d cut out your eyes if it would get you out of ship duty,” By said frankly, dropping the pose. “You wouldn’t have to do anything deliberate. Everyone knows you drive like a maniac. Just think of being in that ship while driving....” He trailed off. Ivan felt a little green.

“I’d rather not, thank you,” he said stiffly. Conceding the point, he supposed. “Why would you notice? Why would you care?”

“Notice? I notice everything. The only enclosed space you’ll get into is your car, and no one thinks you’re exactly sane in that thing. Care?” By shrugged. “I told you why. Take it or leave it.”

“Huh. Well, I’m sober now and I’m hungry. Don’t expect me to feed you,” he said, and wandered into the kitchen. He heated up some of what his mother disdainfully called “bachelor chow” and considered a bottle of wine, but settled on some tea instead.

Sadly, By had taken over the couch when he returned. He sat in the chair, his dinner tray in his lap. “Still here? If you’re so hard up, why’d you turn me down? Not that I was offering.”

By blinked at the change in subject. “You were drunk, and I knew perfectly well you weren’t offering.”

“What does my sobriety have to do with it?” Ivan asked between bites. He did not recall anyone ever turning him down on the grounds of his drunkenness. Other reasons, sure, but not that.

“You may have heard of my wicked uncle,” he said dryly. “Everyone thinks I have, shall we say, similar sexual proclivities, but my only real fetish is for consent.”

Ivan considered that, and the implications. “Do you think women can give meaningful consent?” he asked slowly, feeling the click as certain pieces of history and knowledge fitted together finally.

By looked very satisfied at the question, as though it answered something for him. “In general? Of course. On Barrayar? Let’s just say that I need...evidence.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

By looked up to the ceiling. His expression was so patiently exasperated that he looked a little like Ivan’s mother. “I don’t know. Maybe so you’ll stop pretending and admit you’re claustrophobic as fuck?”

“Oh. That.”

“Yes, that. Ship duty, man. I have to protect my steady stream of disappointed Ivanophiles, remember? Focus.

Ivan laughed, because he had been meant to, but then found he had nothing else to say. Because what did you say when someone you’ve despised for years, in a general way, finds out your darkest secret and says he wants to help you? He didn’t exactly believe the reason, but he did believe that, unlikely as it was, By wanted to help. Not for the disappointed Ivanophiles -- or at least, not solely because of them -- but he was somehow sure it was genuine.

“All right,” he said slowly. “I don’t like small spaces. Ever since Earth.... I couldn’t take the trip back. I was in sick bay for the physical stuff, I didn’t even have to do anything, and I just kept taking tranqs one after another.... They therapized me, y’know? By the end, I wasn’t taking anything at all. I could walk and talk just like a real boy.”

“But you still weren’t doing anything,” By said gently.

“If I’m on a ship with real duties, I’ll get someone killed.”

“Yes,” By agreed; when Ivan looked at him, he added, “I’ve seen you drive.”

“I’m not that unsafe,” he protested.

“No, of course not, not driving.” By was using that gentle voice again, which ought to have been annoying but wasn’t. “So the therapy didn’t take?”

He laughed and then stopped, because it didn’t sound like laughter. It sounded horribly bitter. “They stopped at Beta Colony on the way. It went very well, you know.”

By nodded. “The Betans have a very good opinion of their therapies. It might not occur to them that it wouldn’t work, if you were acting as though it were. You can be very convincing. I thought you were an idiot for almost two decades. Even your family....” he shook his head. “Do you know why I hate Vorkosigan?” he asked suddenly.

What could he say? You may have heard of my wicked uncle. Such a flippant way to refer to one of the more flagrant sadists and war criminals in Barrayar’s bloody history. “Yes.”

“I’m not going to stand by and do nothing.”

As Uncle Aral had, for years. Ivan had some suspicions about the wicked uncle’s death, but that had been a long time coming. “This is hardly similar,” Ivan protested.

By just stood up. “You should sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow about your little problem.” He let himself out.


Ivan finished his dinner and his tea and sat in the chair for a long time. Every time he drifted off, he heard the faint sound of water, dripping on metal.

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 01:30 am (UTC)
james: a tree against a yellow cloud background (Default)
From: [personal profile] james
Oh my God this is awesome. I love you forever. It's well-written and in character and so wonderful - hurt/comfort in a very manly, Barrayaran way. Perfect!

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 01:32 am (UTC)
sasha_feather: Retro-style poster of skier on pluto.   (Default)
From: [personal profile] sasha_feather
This is amazing! Very well-written and in character, and very true to the world. Nicely done and I hope you continue to write fanfic.

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 01:35 am (UTC)
jadelennox: Senora Sabasa Garcia, by Goya (Default)
From: [personal profile] jadelennox
Oh, *lovely*. Barrayar's two most underappreciated men. Ivan acting all swaggery (and seriously affected, with the driving and all) on a planet that Does Not Approve of disability. I'm rather surprised they even let him have the Betan therapy.

Barrayarans. *shakes head*

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 03:09 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh, thanks. I'm glad you that the characterizations were there! I haven't read the books in a while; these are the ones that live in my head.

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 03:16 am (UTC)
azurelunatic: A glittery black pin badge with a blue holographic star in the middle. (Default)
From: [personal profile] azurelunatic
I like this.

Of all the things that make me shudder about it, the comment about Betan therapy makes me shudder the worst. We know the ways Barrayar is broken, inside and out. Beta ... is subtle.

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 03:52 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Well, you know, wasn't Miles going back with him? He'd insist. And then, duty fulfilled, forget about it.

This really is gen. But they play off each other SO WELL. Thank you!

Ship Duty 2

Date: 2010-08-06 04:00 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
His replacement at HQ was a Lieutenant Toussaint, who was not going to provide an excuse to stick around. Ivan knew within ten minutes that Toussaint was one of those bright young things, and was kind enough to let Ivan train him in. He had three weeks to do it.

There was a party. Ivan smiled a lot, and drank more. When he got home, his bad-luck charm was sitting in the hall again, dozing. Ivan dropped his keycard on By's head, startling him awake. "Don't be an ass," By muttered, and opened the door. He fetched the magic water again, too. Ivan wondered, again, why he was allowing this.

"It's given me a headache this time," he noted.

By frowned at him, and then his face cleared with understanding. "Take enough stimulants before the alcohol, and it will do that. You were supposed to sleep."

Ivan shuddered involuntarily.

"Yeah, right. Okay." By had brought out water for himself, this time, too. He set it down on the little book-table and began pacing briskly; fortunately, his soft soles didn't make any noise. "Options. You could tell them."

Ivan shook his head. "Do you know what that will do to my career?"

By crooked a smile. "Ok. Suicide!" he suggested brightly.

Ivan said "No!" very promptly and certainly, but only because he'd thought about it. He wasn't interested in dying; he just didn't want to be on a ship in the closed-up dark with the water dripping dripping shut up shut up stupid brain. "Neither career suicide nor personal suicide are options."

"I'm glad to hear you say it. You know, if I thought it were, I wouldn't be here?"


"While you certainly have every right to off yourself if you wish, Vor have a tendency to take out a lot of bystanders with them."

"You're concerned for the bystanders?" Ivan said, a little disbelieving.

He replied, with a wounded look, "If I thought you might actually put yourself in a position to harm others, I would have shared your little secret with someone who could stop you a long time ago."

"Who?" Ivan asked. He wondered if that were relief he felt. Or...pride. That someone else agreed that he wasn't a danger to others, even though he'd been so since he'd been born. If he wanted to be maudlin, which he didn't, he'd call it his life's work. No one dies for me. He'd succeeded, mostly, and could hardly be blamed for things that happened before he was born. Right.

By stopped to drink his water, and then mused, "I'm not sure who I'd tell. Your mother, perhaps."


"Or maybe an anonymous note to Illyan. But it's a moot point -- you're not a threat to our fair citizens. The point is to get you out of ship duty, short of suicide or career-limiting disclosures."

"Right. And how do you propose to do that?"

"Damned if I know. We could rough you up. You couldn't ship out with enough physical damage."

"One, it's three weeks; two, Aunt Cordelia has the best clinics on the planet; three, they'd just find another ship posting." He'd considered that, too.

By nodded. "So they would. Ok, beating the shit out of you is a non-starter. Pity, that."

His look of mock-regret -- and it was sham, Ivan was sure -- was really funny, somehow. "I thought your only fetish was consent," Ivan said, mimicking By's tone from the previous evening.

His expression was downright cherubic. "You'd be consenting, wouldn't you? Except you're not. Next option. Hmm, could you tell His Majesty? Privately? He doesn't seem the sort to kill your career for it."

Ivan had thought of that, too. Gregor would fix it. He did not want Gregor to fix it. The Emperor did not need to have his distant cousins asking him to fix things for them. "That is...a last resort. The last resort. So we have one. A last resort, I mean."

"Ah," By breathed. "It's good to have one," he agreed, then looked at Ivan expectantly.

Ivan tried to think of something. "I could prove myself incompetent at...something."

By shook his head. "You had ship duty before, right? No one would believe it, not enough to get you out of the post. And that's too close to career-limiting...." He trailed off in a way that indicated some thought was blossoming inside his twisty brain.

It was unsettlingly close to one of Cousin Miles' expressions. Ivan hoped the impetus wasn't like one of Cousin Miles' notions. "You have an idea," he said, his voice going flat, but By didn't seem to notice.

"What you need is a posting that has to stay on-planet. On this planet, because you couldn't exactly travel to any of the other ones easily."

"I made it here from Earth -- " Ivan protested.

By flapped his arms to shush him; his face had the beatific expression of the newly enlightened. "What you need, Lieutenant Lord Vorpatril, is a promotion."

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 04:02 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Danke! I am glad that you like it.

I have been writing it, just not so much posting it. But if I post it, I have to finish it, right? Anyway, there is more.

Re: Beginning of commentfic: Ship Duty

Date: 2010-08-06 04:06 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you!

Betan Therapy (tm) creeps me out, too, but I wasn't foreshadowing anything scary there ('cuz if I were, I would seriously have warned for it, because SCARY PSYCHOTHERAPISTS should be a warning). No secret psychotherapy trauma.

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