No problem at all! So, bobross and I kept running into each other in the comment threads of really terrible, non-conny stories like Luthier’s “Love Letters” and bob’s own dreadful omegaverse “A Little Less Conversation” (soooooo many warnings for rapeyness and horribleness and traumatic things for both of those), and we got to chatting a lot, because bob’s HIIII-larious.
So one day, she basically said, “Hey, I’m in the mood to do a round robin idfic thing, and you have an appropriately twisted mind. You interested?” It sounded fun, so we batted around a few prompts off the kink meme, picked the one for Odalisque, and began kicking around ideas and scenes and stuff.
The idea started at the prompt, which obviously entailed some heinousness right off the bat, and we imagined what being married to Moriarty would be like, agreed on some things like we wanted John to be BAMF despite his situation and we wanted Sherlock to be his cool, somewhat questionable Sherlocky self, and some spoiler spoiler, and then promptly began coming up with horrible things to do to everybody.
The plot just sort of happened. We were like, “Oh my god, this thing has a storyline WHUT” when we realized it. But yeah, so we’ve got…a general arc for the thing plotted out, with milestones and everything. It’s almost like it’s legit, except for how much evil chortling, self-indulgence and authorial sadism are involved.
*looks at Moffat and Gatiss* …Well, maybe that actually adds to our cred.
As for our process, we’ve got a…oh, 400-comment discussion thread for it on bob’s LJ, where we share ideas and knock things around, and then we take turns writing. We each write whatever we feel like for our section, taking into account what we’ve worked out about the underpinnings of the setting and the characters and their motivations and story arcs (though recently we’ve both been working together in GoogleDocs, to overcome time constraints and mild writer’s block).
I have to tell you, there is not much more satisfying than being able to say “FUCK YOU WRITER’S BLOCK. Imma just hand it over to my partner. Pfffffffffffft.”