In light of events

[shinon]

Fellow U.S. citizens and/or residents - tell me you've donated to an abortion fund (any amount, whatever, honor system, I don't need documentation) and I'll write you a ficlet, somewhere under 1000 words. Just let me know what character(s?) you'd like, and optionally some kind of prompt. I will not be writing anything sexually explicit.

People outside the U.S. - offer also applies for an organization relevant to reproductive freedom in your locale.

This is not intended as a commission/auction/anything of that nature, more as a "hey, good on ya, and while we are faced with this absolute fucking outrage I think that we should also have nice things, any requests?"

Offer is open to anyone, whether we've interacted previously or not. My slate of fandoms is not large, but I'll do what I can.

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[queenlua]

i am constantly forgetting that my employer matches donations, so, thanks to this post for serving as an implicit reminder to Do That!

i just kicked a chunk of change at an abortion fund in Kentucky, so

write me some simon blackquill? (& whoever, or / whoever, i'm into literally everything involving the dude lol)

((if you'd like more to go off of than that: i like the idea of salty!emma playing off troll!simon, just, good combo there, two A+ characters))

[shinon]

Hell yeah hell yeah!

Also I couldn't not run with Blackquill and Salty!Ema, oh my god, what a powerful duo to even think about

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Ema has to drive Prosecutor Blackquill around sometimes. He's had a lot of stuff to sort out since being exonerated, and a driver's license wasn't top of the list. Why would it be, she grumbles to herself, when he can just pick a random detective to use as a dogsbody?

So they're sitting in her car in traffic and he keeps messing with her stereo. He's constantly changing stations and muttering things like, "I already hated this song when I went in, why is it still getting radio play? Has there been nothing new?" Or when he does hear something new, an appalled, "Detective, why did that furniture store jingle have a bass drop?"

It's the skipping that gets on her nerves most. She'd just like to hear one song start-to-finish, and at this point she doesn't even care if it's a good song. He reaches for the knob again and she smacks his hand down. "Driver picks the tunes."

"And you pick this," he says, his voice flat. "This is the hill you choose to die on?"

She glances over. His expression is blankly chilly. This guy, she thinks. "Do you think you scare me?" she says, eyes back on the road. There's an opening to crawl the car forward a whole four feet, whoop dee doo, which she does. She says, "You're the one active prosecutor who's confirmed not a felon."

He's quiet a moment. Then he snorts a laugh and looks out the window. After another moment: "Surely there are two, though."

"Oh?"

"Winston Payne."

"Winston Payne," Ema says, rolling her eyes, "once tried to convince me he was in a duel, back in the Stone Age when he was in undergrad."

"Rubbish."

"That's what I said. Well, no, I think I said 'bullshit.' But it's never been proven in a court of law that he's not that badass."

Blackquill smiles thinly. "I'll have to ask him about his skill with the blade."

"Cool. Invite me when you do."

"You're assuming you won't be my chauffeur."

Ema groans. "I know we had Uber before you went to prison. Taxis still exist."

"What?" he says, all dry mock surprise. "You don't enjoy this?"

She says, "I file an expense report for every mile."

"Hmm." He sounds like he's reading into that a lot, or at least wants her to think he is.

Eventually - and, you know, he's right, it is strange how much of the same music has been on the air for seven-plus years - he says, "Do you remember our disagreement of last Thursday?"

"I don't know, they all blend together. Or wait - was that when you tried to bring your bird to the crime scene?"

"I'm told it was a whole afternoon's work to collect all those cloth scraps from the neighboring park. If only someone with sharper eyes had been available to assist."

"Okay, yes, it was a huge pain, but I can't take the risk of that thing contaminating -"

"Taka, whom you call 'that thing,' submitted after much bribery to a few tests. I can provide you with footprints, impressions of the marks left by a talon strike, and impressions of his bite. In principle, you allow certain parties into the crime scene when you have their prints on file, and assurances they'll behave themselves. If I provide these for Taka -"

"You fingerprinted a hawk?" He nods. He's completely serious. "How?"

"It was somewhat involved. Please respect his privacy."

Ema stares at the unmoving bumper of the car in front of her. She knows herself. She knows she's not going to turn down a folder full of forensic data on this weird guy's weird pet.

She says, "All right, so how is he at getting stuff out of trees?"

[queenlua]

"You fingerprinted a hawk?" He nods. He's completely serious. "How?"

"It was somewhat involved. Please respect his privacy."

oh my GOD

perfect. the most powerful duo. loved it, tytyty <3