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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: 2010-10-18 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.