you might just be up ship creek without a paddle

Because sometimes we all need a little push to get us back in the water. An ASOIAF Shipping Challenge

[gameofshipschallenges]

gameofshipschallenges presents Ships in the Night, a five day Game of Thrones and ASOIAF shipping fanworks challenge, running February 15 - 19. Want more information? Prompts, Schedule, Rules, and Submission Guidelines.

[asoiaffemslashmeme]

Now Open: ASOIAF FEMSLASH MEME

What is it? Inspired by the ASOIAF Kink Meme, got_exchange, and other ASOIAF-centric prompt memes, the ASOIAF Femslash Meme was created exclusively to support and share prompt ideas for F/F and female-centric fic and art. Its goal is also to foster a welcoming community for ASOIAF fans interested in female characters and femslash specifically.

Where is it? Round 1 of the meme is open on Dreamwidth; there’s also an open collection on AO3 for completed works.

What are the rules? Basically, prompts should focus on female-identified characters and F/F relationships - read our rules and FAQ in full here.

Cool, how do I participate? Start posting your prompts on the meme! If you’re interested in modding, message here. 

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[upshipcreek]

Kiss the mouth which tells you, here,here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.

-Galway Kinnell

UP SHIP CREEK WEEKLY PROMPT

[kittenbalerion]

It was not this

Written for upshipcreek

Pairing: Arya x Gendry

[kittenbalerion]

"Oh, for fuck’s sake," she mutters as the light changes and they’re stuck in the middle of Park Avenue.  

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[upshipcreek]

i have longed for people before, i have loved people before. not like this. it was not this.

anne carson, from tag

UP SHIP CREEK WEEKLY PROMPT

[upshipcreek]

Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.

Sonya Karp, The Golden Lily

UP SHIP CREEK WEEKLY PROMPT

[upshipcreek]

UP SHIP CREEK WEEKLY PROMPT

tonystarks:

don’t imagine your otp slow dancing in their socks while the taller of the two hums a tune (terribly) for them to dance to and the shorter has their face pressed into the taller one’s shoulder. don’t imagine it.

[upshipcreek]

jeeno2 replied to your post: Sorry for no prompt this past week—I ...

I haven’t participated yet but I REALLY REALLY WANT TO. So I’m glad to hear it!

Dude, you can do it at any time!  :D  If you want to fill a prompt late, just let us know which prompt it is so we can tag accordingly.  We aren't a "you must by x o'clock or no" type of community.  

All our prompts can be found in this tag.

[upshipcreek]

Sorry for no prompt this past week--

I forgot how long the queue was and well...there we are.

Things are set up for the next few weeks though!

[kittenbalerion]

Written for upshipcreek

Prompt:

when your otp is in an intense argument and their faces get closer together but then they stop talking 

and they look at the others’ lips

Pairing: Arya x Gendry

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[upshipcreek]

maxonshreaves:

when your otp is in an intense argument and their faces get closer together but then they stop talking 

and they look at the others’ lips

[kittenbalerion]

Written for upshipcreek

Ship: Joanna x Tywin

Summary: 

Snow was swirling outside and the winter wind whistled through the windows of the Rock.  Joanna heard the crash of the waves outside.  They always seemed louder here, without the curtain walls that surrounded the keep at Lannisport to block the sound. Here, nothing stood between the sea and the Rock.  She didn’t notice it often, but she noticed it now as she sat and waited.

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[upshipcreek]

UP SHIP CREEK WEEKLY CHALLENGE

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[kittenbalerion]

Written for upshipcreek.

Pairing: Jon x Asha

He’s a little more frozen solid than the rest of them, she’d have to say.  Just judging from the blue lips, and the pale skin that’s a bit frosty, and the way his hands look so brittle they seem like they should break off.  He looks at Theon first, Theon with his broken teeth and white hair, Theon avoiding his gaze as if expecting some retribution.

"Bran and Rickon," he says in a tone colder than the winter winds blowing around them.

"I didn’t kill them, Jon," Theon croaks.  "I didn’t.  Said I did.  But I didn’t.  They escaped."

Jon raises his eyebrows and narrows his eyes all at once, and Asha can’t help but think such a silly expression shouldn’t look so good on anyone.  She clears her throat.

"Lord Snow," she says.  Lord Ice, more like.  He turns his attention to her and blinks and she sees a blush rising in his cheeks.  She smirks.  ”Might I suggest we take this inside.  It’s a bit cold out here.”

He stares at her and she stares at him, and she can’t quite tell what’s going on in his mind, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t get her way because it’s fucking freezing and just because he’s made of ice now doesn’t mean they all are.

"My Lady," he says, inclining his head and stepping aside.  She lets Theon through first, and when she goes inside, she’s sure she catches the great Lord Snow staring at her ass.

[myrishswamp]

Written for: upshipcreek

Pairing: Daario x Oberyn

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[upshipcreek]

UP SHIP CREEK WEEKLY PROPMT

riva-mika:

just because i ship it doesnt mean i expect it to become canon

[kittenbalerion]

Written for upshipcreek

[kittenbalerion]

It takes Meera eight years and nine days to realize that she is in love with Bran.  (Bran can tell.  Bran can see it in the way she carries herself, the way she leans in when he speaks, the way her eyes seem to dance when she replies.)

It should feel like a victory of some sort—that his patience won out in the end, that their past was all moving towards this, that she has a new smile—one that is just for him.  But it doesn’t—not really.  

If anything it keeps him up at night—far more than the thought of her had before, when he’d just been some broken boy in love.  It makes him nervous and he feels his heart beating faster, and it makes him toss and turn, or push himself away, diving into Summer’s skin and running for hours beneath the moonlight because running for hours beneath the moonlight is easier than this.  

It’s easier, he realizes, to love from afar.  It’s easier to have some sort of tragic loneliness, some starstruck idealization like the songs Sansa had once loved so much.  It’s easier to mope and sigh and pray that one day, she’ll notice how much she means to him than to sit there and watch as her eyes glow at him, as she takes his hand and whispers words gently in his ear and knowing that she’d have done it before, but she does it differently now.  What can he say to her?  What does she mean to him?  What does he mean to her?  What are they?  What can they be?

The words catch in his throat when he looks at her, and he feels even more like a lost little boy than he ever did while winter was at its worst because there is something terrifying about the fact that there is nothing stopping him, nothing stopping them, but himself.