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laliandraThis is such a self indulgent post, really, but my brain feels all implodey. I'm still getting over a throat infection and I slept on my friend's floor last night, which is the first bit on context you need. And Leeds train station was covered in posters for the Hush Hush sequel (the book that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
altogetherisi and I find more upsetting than Twilight. Really. What Aja (and awesome linkees) said, only with considerably more swearing. My hatred is endless) which made me full of violent thoughts. All in all, everything is a bit strange and vague with sleep and rage right now.
Mostly, though, my brain is being eaten alive by it being all WIPs, all the time...
So, this is what the inside of my head looks like...
Inception (Just in case you hadn't worked out that this fandom has eaten my brain or were worrying about running out of fic *g*)
Projections make them do it Version One (A Do Nothing Club Fic, I suspect)
"Also, we're stuck up a tree" Eames points out.
Arthur adjusts his perch on the branch so that he can use Eames' knee as a rest to sight his gun on.
"Could be worse," he says.
Projections make them do it Version Two
"Ah, Mr Eames," the projection says. "Why are you spying on our Arthur? He's really kind of dull, you know."
Eames' first reaction is damn, not again but then he takes in the dark hair and the dimples and the fond, dismissive way she said, "our Arthur".
"And you must be the little sister," he answers and oh, this is going to be good.
Ballroom dancing AU! Of Great Ridiculous and for which I take notes from TV shows.
The first time Arthur sees Eames in real life, he’s standing in the middle of the practice room with the rest of the herd - “professional dancers, Arthur”- the centre of everything. He’s wearing truly awful sweatpants, a wife beater and a bowler hat. Arthur can’t look away, the man is as irresistible as a spotlight, or maybe a car crash.
“They call him the Bad Boy of Ballroom,” Ariadne says. She always knows where Arthur is looking.
Arthur raises his eyebrows in an attempt to convey how ridiculous he finds that statement. It’s like calling someone the World’s Fiercest Kitten.
Possible BB thing somethingsomethingmythssomethingbantersomethingsubconsciousnarrativessomething
"What did you go for, in the end?" People can be weird talking about their totems but Yusuf figures Ariadne is smart enough not to tell all and normal enough not to freak out that he wants to know. Besides, she knows there are better ways for a chemist to really fuck with your sense of reality.
"A chess piece," she says and Yusuf snorts.
"Typical architect. Always unnecessarily fanciful. Not to mention impractical..."
*cries* Steampunk AI AU which has been a WIP for *mumblemumble* months. Years. Lifetimes.
They finally find the Prince after three hours of searching. He’s leaning on a rail overlooking the harbour, lit only by the lights of the ships below. The shadows make him look like a pen and ink drawing, Kris thinks, all sharp lines and contrasts, dark hair and pale skin, black jacket with buttons shining white. He spots the glint of an Upgrade fitted over the right arm and he knows he’s got his man.
“How can I help you?” The Prince asks, drawing himself up to a fairly impressive height.
“Captain Allen, of the Airship Conway,” Kris says, then curses at himself and quickly adds, “Sire.”
The Prince’s eyes widen, incredulous and pleased. “They've finally sent me an airship? I've been telling them for months that we could wrap this campaign up with just one airship.” He has the look of a man whose wishes have all come true at once and Kris feels like the kind of messenger who’s going to be drawn and quartered, never mind shot.
500 words of Summer fics
Sherlock Holmes for Ria
In that expression I saw the man I met all those years ago, so young, sharply handsome and obliteratingly smart. Age may have softened Sherlock - marginally and for probably for the better - but it had not, could not diminish him.
TIN (Harry Potter RPG) for Kara
"It's a perfect day here," Hermione tells him, looking out of the window at the leaves glinting green-gold in the sun.
Justin laughs, says "Honestly, has no-one ever heard of pathetic fallacy?" He laughs a little more. It's nice to hear, even if he's only doing it on a reflex, a nervous tick he couldn't outgrow.
Steampunk Frank/Gee for Anna
Frank is sitting on the bow, a dark shape against blue and white - the sky and a few whipering tendrils of cloud.
"Careful you don't fall," Gerard calls, before he can stop himself.
Frank laughs, eyes still closed.
"And to think, there are people out there terrified of the dread Captain Way."
Sigh. And those are only the ones that have a googledoc of their very own. I hope y'all are doing well! Feel free to commiserate or just say hi or whatever. It's all groovy <3
altogetherisi and I find more upsetting than Twilight. Really. What Aja (and awesome linkees) said, only with considerably more swearing. My hatred is endless) which made me full of violent thoughts. All in all, everything is a bit strange and vague with sleep and rage right now.Mostly, though, my brain is being eaten alive by it being all WIPs, all the time...
So, this is what the inside of my head looks like...
Inception (Just in case you hadn't worked out that this fandom has eaten my brain or were worrying about running out of fic *g*)
Projections make them do it Version One (A Do Nothing Club Fic, I suspect)
"Also, we're stuck up a tree" Eames points out.
Arthur adjusts his perch on the branch so that he can use Eames' knee as a rest to sight his gun on.
"Could be worse," he says.
Projections make them do it Version Two
"Ah, Mr Eames," the projection says. "Why are you spying on our Arthur? He's really kind of dull, you know."
Eames' first reaction is damn, not again but then he takes in the dark hair and the dimples and the fond, dismissive way she said, "our Arthur".
"And you must be the little sister," he answers and oh, this is going to be good.
Ballroom dancing AU! Of Great Ridiculous and for which I take notes from TV shows.
The first time Arthur sees Eames in real life, he’s standing in the middle of the practice room with the rest of the herd - “professional dancers, Arthur”- the centre of everything. He’s wearing truly awful sweatpants, a wife beater and a bowler hat. Arthur can’t look away, the man is as irresistible as a spotlight, or maybe a car crash.
“They call him the Bad Boy of Ballroom,” Ariadne says. She always knows where Arthur is looking.
Arthur raises his eyebrows in an attempt to convey how ridiculous he finds that statement. It’s like calling someone the World’s Fiercest Kitten.
Possible BB thing somethingsomethingmythssomethingbantersomethingsubconsciousnarrativessomething
"What did you go for, in the end?" People can be weird talking about their totems but Yusuf figures Ariadne is smart enough not to tell all and normal enough not to freak out that he wants to know. Besides, she knows there are better ways for a chemist to really fuck with your sense of reality.
"A chess piece," she says and Yusuf snorts.
"Typical architect. Always unnecessarily fanciful. Not to mention impractical..."
*cries* Steampunk AI AU which has been a WIP for *mumblemumble* months. Years. Lifetimes.
They finally find the Prince after three hours of searching. He’s leaning on a rail overlooking the harbour, lit only by the lights of the ships below. The shadows make him look like a pen and ink drawing, Kris thinks, all sharp lines and contrasts, dark hair and pale skin, black jacket with buttons shining white. He spots the glint of an Upgrade fitted over the right arm and he knows he’s got his man.
“How can I help you?” The Prince asks, drawing himself up to a fairly impressive height.
“Captain Allen, of the Airship Conway,” Kris says, then curses at himself and quickly adds, “Sire.”
The Prince’s eyes widen, incredulous and pleased. “They've finally sent me an airship? I've been telling them for months that we could wrap this campaign up with just one airship.” He has the look of a man whose wishes have all come true at once and Kris feels like the kind of messenger who’s going to be drawn and quartered, never mind shot.
500 words of Summer fics
Sherlock Holmes for Ria
In that expression I saw the man I met all those years ago, so young, sharply handsome and obliteratingly smart. Age may have softened Sherlock - marginally and for probably for the better - but it had not, could not diminish him.
TIN (Harry Potter RPG) for Kara
"It's a perfect day here," Hermione tells him, looking out of the window at the leaves glinting green-gold in the sun.
Justin laughs, says "Honestly, has no-one ever heard of pathetic fallacy?" He laughs a little more. It's nice to hear, even if he's only doing it on a reflex, a nervous tick he couldn't outgrow.
Steampunk Frank/Gee for Anna
Frank is sitting on the bow, a dark shape against blue and white - the sky and a few whipering tendrils of cloud.
"Careful you don't fall," Gerard calls, before he can stop himself.
Frank laughs, eyes still closed.
"And to think, there are people out there terrified of the dread Captain Way."
Sigh. And those are only the ones that have a googledoc of their very own. I hope y'all are doing well! Feel free to commiserate or just say hi or whatever. It's all groovy <3
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Date: 2010-10-17 11:54 pm (UTC)Also, your Ballroom Dancing AU excerpt caused me a good deal of uncontrollable laughter, just so you know. I understand your WIP pain, though really my problem is that I need to write six stories by Christmas (because I cannot afford presents that actually cost money) and I AM SO RUSTY, IT IS PITIFUL, so the whole ordeal is sure it be a painful one. I look forward to any story you might get around to finishing sometime soon, however.
Feel better!
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:02 pm (UTC)Okay, apparently I am still not over this.
Oh, awesome, glad to hear it! there really is a guy they call teh Bad Boy of Ballroom, and that will never not be hilarious to me...
Yeah, I may be considering Yuletide and Inception BigBang and oh dear, so very many WIPs. I am sure you will get back into the swing of it, though. :)
Oh! Before I forget, I also owe you a story but I finished I shall wear midnight and was like, huh, Ari might not want Tiffany and Roland so much now. Would you, or should I think of something else?
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:31 pm (UTC)I actually just finished reading For The Win by Cory Doctorow, and it is full of awesome girls, not to mention I also plowed through Catching Fire the other day (and maybe even liked it more than The Hunger Games, just because Katniss was more likable for me and the author toned down her thriller tactics a little more). WHY DON'T PEOPLE READ THESE BOOKS? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. (Although obviously people DO read The Hunger Games, seeing as how I am #351 on the holds list for Mockingjay at the library.)
As for the story I requested... OH GOD I DON'T KNOW. I Shall Wear Midnight just utterly destroyed me, as I noted at length in a journal entry devoted entirely to my freaking out, and now I just don't know what to think. I think part of what made it so painful was that Preston is such a wonderful character, and he and Tiffany really do fit so well together, not to mention I really love that the point of this is that you can like more than one person over the course of your life and you actually probably will and maybe even be better for it. But at the same time I was just going, But! BUT!!!1!, because it was like watching somebody bake an elaborate cake with cream cheese frosting and lemon filling and little sugar violets and then leaving the room for a moment, only to return and find that they have DUMPED IT IN THE TRASH. I probably would have dealt with it better if the trash dumping had actually taken place within the book, rather than just before it, but then, of course, you would end up with a "children's" book about 600 pages long, so... argh.
Maybe... Sacharissa and William de Worde instead? I think that would be nice, and maybe comfort my troubled soul. I mean, it is up to you, of course - I will take Discworld anything, but whatever comes into your mind is fine by me.
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Date: 2010-10-18 12:15 am (UTC)In exchange: (it's rough, but it's something, timeline handwaving going on, it's an AU, after all)
Eames was up early. Or, rather, he was up late. Dawn was breaking over LA in that odd way it had, casting the huge sprawling city in vivid colours. He’d always remember it in future, the haze of his latest high fading on the early morning breeze, and his phone blasting Yusuf’s ringtone at him.
He twitched slightly, shifting his bare feet on wall of the stone balcony, arms spread wide, breeze wafting his shirt around him. He was certain that if he ignored it he’d be left in peace.
Or pieces.
The phone stopped and Eames breathed out, closing his eyes against the dawn. He was sure if he concentrated hard enough he could find his way to being free. He liked the idea of being free.
Me And My Shadow started up again and Eames groaned, jumping backwards from the wall and landing, knees bent.
“Yusuf, Yusuf,” he mumbled, pawing through his clothes for his trousers.
Speaking of, he should probably put some pants on.
“Yes, yes, I know, I’m coming,” he added, extracting the phone from his pocket, and his pants from the trousers.
“Don’t you know what time it is,” he said as he answered the phone. He sniffed the pants, not too bad, and pulled them on one handed.
It was more complicated than it seemed.
The floor, however, was nice and cool against his fevered skin.
“Like you weren’t still awake,” Yusuf’s voice was tinny from where the phone had fallen and Eames scoffed at it. He wriggled, making sure the pants were on, and rolled over to the phone.
“Did you ring just to take the piss?” Eames asked, letting cheek rest on the phone, closing his eyes and seeing Yusuf’s face at the other end of the line.
“No. I rang because there’s something you need to see – hit up the BBC website,” Yusuf’s voice was slightly off, like he there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t.
“Can’t be arsed getting up,” Eames admitted after a moment of silence, a moment where he rolled onto his back and gave up on making his legs work. “Just tell me what ever it is.”
“Well, at least you’re lying down,” Yusuf said, assuming correctly. “You’ll need something stable under you.”
“Just tell me, Yusuf,” Eames yawned, sleepiness suddenly crashing over him.
“Arthur’s got Morpheus back together,” Yusuf said, sounding strained. “They’re going to tour.”
Eames’ world went numb, not in the fun way it had earlier that night, and he felt his heart pound unsteadily in his chest.
“I’m sorry, mate,” Yusuf said, so quietly his phone almost didn’t pick it up.
“Why should you be sorry?” Eames asked, rolling over again. He curled his knees up to his chest. “I’m happy for them. They deserve, you know, something.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Eames, maybe you’ll start believing it,” Yusuf said, voice touched with sadness.
“Fuck you, Yusuf,” Eames muttered, ending the call. Yusuf would be pissed off for a few days but he’d ring again. He always did.
Morpheus. Back together. Not that long after the documentary had come out.
Eames tapped the phone against the floor.
He wasn’t sure what fucked him off more – that Arthur had done it, or that he’d done it without even asking Eames if he wanted in.
Not that he did, of course. The past belonged in the past.
Besides. It wasn’t like they’d last. Not without Eames.
Not without Eames.
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:18 pm (UTC)ZOMG YAAAAAAAAY I am looking forwards to this so fricking much.
Ahh, Eames and his pants sniffing ways. And
“Why should you be sorry?” Eames asked, rolling over again. He curled his knees up to his chest. “I’m happy for them. They deserve, you know, something.”
my hearrrrrrrt.
I feel I am doing well out of this pact already *g*
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Date: 2010-10-18 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-18 01:16 am (UTC)And, yeah, she knows him so well. They all know each other so well after everything that happened, and I love them all SO SO much and I recognize, like, just barely, that they are not actual real people for me to love. And I do not care.
Basically, the moral of this post is that you have really strong openings, because I want to read lots of these. The steampunk F/G opening is *so* cute. And SPAU, mmmm, you should really finish that because the world needs it, more than they know.
And maybe I should watch Inception someday, so that Inception fics that are not completely AU start to make actual sense to me.
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:35 pm (UTC)WEll, it is yours so I'm glad. I'm kind of fighting tooth and nail for every word so that is lovely to know, and I hope you will enjoy the rest.
Oh, w/e, we love them, and that is the matter of the thing.
Some of these are not openings, but thank you anyway, my dearest darling, and I promise I will finish SPAU one of these days. So many words, so very many words.
You should watch Inception, it's lots of fun! And a little thinky, But mostly fun and full of ridiculously hot people.
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:33 am (UTC)So I feel your pain. Maybe I'll do my own WIP post. Blech; maybe I should buckle down and WRITE THESE MOTHERFUCKING THINGS.
And: YAY F/G steampunk drabble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:44 pm (UTC)Oh, yay, I am looking forward to your dustverse fic a lotalot :D And the other one, yes, I feel your pain. Me and
Because we are serious authors.
Anyway, I have found making this post very relaxing...
:D I hope you will like the finished thing!
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Date: 2010-10-18 06:54 am (UTC)AND THE FICBITS ARE ALL LIKE TINY PRALINES OF WORD DELIGHT AND DELICIOUSNESS. I don't even know which one to adore the most (ANSWER: ALL OF THEM)!
oh and apparently there was the second non-obligatory author check-in at the Inception Bang comm-- did you post anything or are we just gonna aim for the obligatory one on Nov 19?? XD If you need me to do any research for you, just tell me~ ANYTHING TO HELP YOU OUT, O WRITERLY ONE <333
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Date: 2010-10-18 07:52 pm (UTC)Maybe we could do the whole skype by train thing again one evening?
Yaaaay I am all :/ about having so much n my brain but also :D about being all full of ideas!
Er, no, I didn't because, yeah, there aren't really any words for how vague the plot is rn. But, yes, more on Japanese guardians or just think myths that you love and would like to draw!
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Date: 2010-10-19 08:16 pm (UTC)I am all for it, though like I said this entire week means I am off at midnight and only home at nearly 0:30AM. ...which should still be your travel time, right??
I WILL TRY MY BEST! *puts on research hat*
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Date: 2010-10-18 11:30 am (UTC)I actually entered a giveaway for Hush, Hush once. But it was the time of entering all giveaways that came my way! Now I'm glad that I usually don't win anything. A book that is worse than Twilight? Well, I can tell you, lal, not even I would blame you for that. But for Twilight... yeah, that's still working. :) (ETA: I followed the Hush, Hush link. This sounds bad. Like Why do authors want us to hate them so much? bad.)
Get well soon! <3
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:02 pm (UTC)So bad, Bran, it's so bad. And the author? Doesn't care, is unrepentant. UGH, It's just so creepy and squicky and damaging. I am pleased that this one, at least, I am not entirely to blame for...
Thank you, lovely, I am feeling much better today.
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Date: 2010-10-19 08:38 pm (UTC)Oh, I hate it when people just won't admit that they've fucked up something. And I generally hate the "It's just a book, so what?" attitude. No book is just a book. They all have an influence on their readers, and to send such messages out to impressionable girls... just yuck. On the up-side, thouuugh... I finally have a subject for my term paper! Women in literature, how the portrayal of them has evolved over time and if it has evolved at all. I think this may involve reading Hush, Hush at some point, but it's for the greater good. Because I'll probably rant about it like mad. :)
So glad you feel better. <3 Love you!
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Date: 2010-10-18 01:27 pm (UTC)I commiserate muchly! And also say hi of course! I am slowly killing myself trying to finish Goblin Market fic and read a textbook for a lecture tomorrow and organise a discussion group all at the same time and it's NOT happening. *sigh* I have so neglected lj the past few weeks as my life has exploded with busy.
Love you! xxxxx
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:12 pm (UTC)Hi there! Even when one's life is full of good things, sometimes it is nice to go AH, MANY THINGS! HELP! Luck with the fic!
Love you too <3
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Date: 2010-10-22 08:36 pm (UTC)*high-pitched noises*
(also, I can't stop imagine him not in the normal bowler hat, but one of those plastic training ones that keep slipping off each time you make a move; but then again, it's Eames, he'd make even those look fantastic, no?)
In that expression I saw the man I met all those years ago, so young, sharply handsome and obliteratingly smart. Age may have softened Sherlock - marginally and for probably for the better - but it had not, could not diminish him.
Hearts in eyes.
BUT! Lal, I am so sorry you've been ill, and had such a bad time, and I'm so sorry we didn't meet, but NEXT TIME, I swear. <3
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Date: 2010-10-24 11:04 pm (UTC)Oh my gosh, that is the most adorable mental image ever. Those damn practice hats, that always fall over your eyes...
Seriously, one day I will stop writing a billion things at once and finish something.
Thank you darling, I'm so sad that we didn't get to meet up, but super delighted that you loved London. It's one of my favourite cities in the world, I don;t know how to explain it, it's just so vibrant and always just one step off being somewhere fictional.
And next time, for sure, it was just a horrible set of circumstances that led to me not being able to come. Ones that will never be repeated!
lovelovelove