Post by silvercheers on Sept 11, 2014 23:07:30 GMT
So I participated in the Salad/Tumblr secret santa last year and it was a lot of fun! Thing is, the fic I eventually completed and delivered was not the first idea I had, and I don't really have the drive or inspiration to finish my first idea. But it's a fun idea, so if someone wants to adopt it I'd really appreciate it!
Onto actual idea things. The premise of the fic was basically a day in the life of Kurt wherein everything goes wrong in some way, large or small. Also humorously. Definitely ends in fluff of some sort, whether it be Kurt relaxing with Wolfie, some other friend, or a romantic interest of your choice (I was going to go with Wolfie, but I don't want to block any creative juices *waggles eyebrows*). You're free to continue from where I left off, or to write the entire thing yourself. ^^ Here's what little I wrote on it:
Title: Kurt's No Good, Very Bad Day
The first thing Kurt does when he wakes up is smack his head painfully on the ceiling.
This, he thinks, rubbing the tender spot with a grimace, is not going to be a good day.
The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and the grass is soft and warm, but he just knocked his head off solid rock. Weary already, he does his best not to focus on how warm his bed is, because there’s things to do and he can’t let a little bump keep him down.
*_*_*
Kurt tries not to sigh when he sees the corpses of sheep strewn randomly across his field. Apparently Wolfie has chosen today to finally act like his namesake. The dog himself is parked happily at the hidey-hole entrance, tongue lolling and white muzzle flecked with rust-red.
He sets a bucket of water in front of Wolfie, adopting a reproachful expression. “Wash your face properly, I’ve taught you better than this.” He points at the bucket, willing the bane of sheep to understand.
Wolfie yips, jumping to his feet. Yes? He promptly does a flying leap, cannoning into the bucket and spilling its contents over the grass. No. No that was not what Kurt meant. Good job, Wolfie. Kurt pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
He glances over the field again. At least it’s a pretty scene of carnage. Wolfie managed to find a lot of colors. A rainbow of dead sheep. Probably someone’s sheep farm. Kurt wonders who he’s going to have to apologize to.
Turning back to Wolfie, he’s met with a spray of water to the face, courtesy of an energetic, wet dog.
*_*_*
Have fun! \o/
Onto actual idea things. The premise of the fic was basically a day in the life of Kurt wherein everything goes wrong in some way, large or small. Also humorously. Definitely ends in fluff of some sort, whether it be Kurt relaxing with Wolfie, some other friend, or a romantic interest of your choice (I was going to go with Wolfie, but I don't want to block any creative juices *waggles eyebrows*). You're free to continue from where I left off, or to write the entire thing yourself. ^^ Here's what little I wrote on it:
Title: Kurt's No Good, Very Bad Day
The first thing Kurt does when he wakes up is smack his head painfully on the ceiling.
This, he thinks, rubbing the tender spot with a grimace, is not going to be a good day.
The birds are singing, the sun is shining, and the grass is soft and warm, but he just knocked his head off solid rock. Weary already, he does his best not to focus on how warm his bed is, because there’s things to do and he can’t let a little bump keep him down.
*_*_*
Kurt tries not to sigh when he sees the corpses of sheep strewn randomly across his field. Apparently Wolfie has chosen today to finally act like his namesake. The dog himself is parked happily at the hidey-hole entrance, tongue lolling and white muzzle flecked with rust-red.
He sets a bucket of water in front of Wolfie, adopting a reproachful expression. “Wash your face properly, I’ve taught you better than this.” He points at the bucket, willing the bane of sheep to understand.
Wolfie yips, jumping to his feet. Yes? He promptly does a flying leap, cannoning into the bucket and spilling its contents over the grass. No. No that was not what Kurt meant. Good job, Wolfie. Kurt pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
He glances over the field again. At least it’s a pretty scene of carnage. Wolfie managed to find a lot of colors. A rainbow of dead sheep. Probably someone’s sheep farm. Kurt wonders who he’s going to have to apologize to.
Turning back to Wolfie, he’s met with a spray of water to the face, courtesy of an energetic, wet dog.
*_*_*
Have fun! \o/