Yuletide and DCU fic things
1. For Yuletide I wrote How Horses Came To The Desert, worksafe gen about Diana Wynne Jones' Tough Guide To Fantasyland. I received The Things We Say Are True by be_themoon which is Gwen/Penny from Sky High and is awesome, and an anonymous femslash ficlet based on the song Boys Boys Boys by Lady Gaga. I always get better than I give for Yuletide.
2. I have been reading Cass' run of Batgirl and I would just like to say that Cassandra Cain is made of awesome and amazing and perfection.
3. I have now made up two totally different, totally AU, totally self-indulgent Lex/Kon scenarios because there is something wrong in my head.
4. But of all the characters in the DCU the one who is the mostest embodiment of purity and goodness and wholesomeness and love and nobility and helpfulness and generosity and sweetness and light and stop me now before I really get into hyperbole is Bart Allen. I was trying to graph his thought processes...
What happens in Bart's head:
What should I get everyone for Christmas? Maybe we should have a Christmas party? Or is it too imperialist to just celebrate that... I could research Kryptonian mid-winter celebrations and try to work out a Greek ritual... Is imperialist really the right word there?
So why DO you park on a driveway?
5x5=25 25x5=125 125x5=625 625x5=3,125
"I want your love and I want your revenge, I want your love I don't want to be friends..."
What should we have for dinner? Pizza? Thai? Ohhh, I could put pad thai ON my pizza! Yum!
Now that I've read all of Shakespeare's works I wonder if I should write up an analysis of his literary style and prove whether he actually wrote it all. I can't turn that in for English though because Mrs. Smith would just think I cheated. Maybe I could get it published?
Aum...
This new plan we're working on is gonna be the best! My friends are all so smart! I love working with them! I love them!
Should I paint my room again? It's been orange for a week now and I'm getting tired of it. Blue? Purple?
The problem with Descartes' theory of cogito ergo sum is that he never really defined thought. What about when you're asleep or unconscious? Do you still exist?
What other people hear out of his mouth:
What should we have for dinner? Pizza? Thai? Ohhh, I could put pad thai ON my pizza! Yum!
And then I finally realized who his voice most reminds me of. So I decided I should write a scene where they meet.
Title: Bart Meets Delirium
Summary: Worksafe gen and the title says it all. And I probably got Bart's powers all wrong because I don't really understand the speed force as a force/place/thing and I've only just started reading canon and I have no right to write fic for this fandom augh what am I doing.
Bart's running across the Atlantic when he notices the girl walking next to him. She's very definitely walking, ambling along like there's no hurry, yet keeping pace with him. Her hair is a dozen different colors and her eyes don't match. She grins and waves at him when she sees him looking. Bart runs through the list of every speedster he's ever heard of but none of them are her. Nor is there any spark and crackle of the speed force around her.
"Who are you?" Bart asks. "I'm Kid Flash."
"No. Not always."
Bart runs through the list of every psychic he's ever heard of but none of them are her either. "My name's Bart." It seems best to match the sense of truth in what she said.
"I'm Delirium. But not always." She looks a little sad but then she smiles at him again. The speed-still waves around them glow rainbow colors in the light. Bart skids down the side of a particularly large one and she slides down after him, arms flailing. "Where are you going?"
"To Italy for gelato."
"My sister said you were nice." The girl, Delirium, is skipping now. "She said she was looking forward to seeing you again."
"Who's your sister?"
"My older sister." That's clearly all the answer he's going to get. It doesn't help him find a solution. He doesn't remember ever meeting anyone like this girl before. "They say Italy's very romantic," she continues. "Blood and circuses."
"It has a lot of history. Every place has a lot of interesting stuff that people did but not all of it's history. It's not really fair."
She nods. "Are we there yet?"
There's still a hundred miles of ocean to go. Bart's never had anyone else complain about how long it takes for him to get somewhere. "You'd be there faster if you weren't matching my subjective time." Bart always has a lot of time to think when he travels. He's demolished the theory of relativity in his head over and over. He's never explained it to anyone else though because the mathematical equations would take a week to go through and that's boring. If he could talk to photons maybe they'd get it. But he's pretty sure they don't actually care about time, considering how fast they are.
"Will you carry me?"
Bart shrugs and she skips up into his arms. Suddenly she's as frozen as the ocean around them, like people normally are when he speeds. He has no idea how she did that. She doesn't feel human. She doesn't even really feel corporeal to the touch, even though that should be an oxymoron. Bart counts the colors in her hair as he runs. He's naming them all in every language he knows.
Finally he reaches Rome and stops in a little square next to his favorite gelato place. The world springs into motion around him and he sets the girl down.
"Did my time go away?" she asks. "Where does time go when it's gone? I don't like time."
"No one does." Bart starts walking at a human pace toward the door. "What flavor do you want?"
"Strawberry. Or funny."
"Funny sounds good but I don't think they sell it here." He orders strawberry for her and peach-walnut for himself. They eat on the side of a fountain, very fast so it doesn't melt. They both laugh a lot.
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2. I have been reading Cass' run of Batgirl and I would just like to say that Cassandra Cain is made of awesome and amazing and perfection.
3. I have now made up two totally different, totally AU, totally self-indulgent Lex/Kon scenarios because there is something wrong in my head.
4. But of all the characters in the DCU the one who is the mostest embodiment of purity and goodness and wholesomeness and love and nobility and helpfulness and generosity and sweetness and light and stop me now before I really get into hyperbole is Bart Allen. I was trying to graph his thought processes...
What happens in Bart's head:
What should I get everyone for Christmas? Maybe we should have a Christmas party? Or is it too imperialist to just celebrate that... I could research Kryptonian mid-winter celebrations and try to work out a Greek ritual... Is imperialist really the right word there?
So why DO you park on a driveway?
5x5=25 25x5=125 125x5=625 625x5=3,125
"I want your love and I want your revenge, I want your love I don't want to be friends..."
What should we have for dinner? Pizza? Thai? Ohhh, I could put pad thai ON my pizza! Yum!
Now that I've read all of Shakespeare's works I wonder if I should write up an analysis of his literary style and prove whether he actually wrote it all. I can't turn that in for English though because Mrs. Smith would just think I cheated. Maybe I could get it published?
Aum...
This new plan we're working on is gonna be the best! My friends are all so smart! I love working with them! I love them!
Should I paint my room again? It's been orange for a week now and I'm getting tired of it. Blue? Purple?
The problem with Descartes' theory of cogito ergo sum is that he never really defined thought. What about when you're asleep or unconscious? Do you still exist?
What other people hear out of his mouth:
What should we have for dinner? Pizza? Thai? Ohhh, I could put pad thai ON my pizza! Yum!
And then I finally realized who his voice most reminds me of. So I decided I should write a scene where they meet.
Title: Bart Meets Delirium
Summary: Worksafe gen and the title says it all. And I probably got Bart's powers all wrong because I don't really understand the speed force as a force/place/thing and I've only just started reading canon and I have no right to write fic for this fandom augh what am I doing.
Bart's running across the Atlantic when he notices the girl walking next to him. She's very definitely walking, ambling along like there's no hurry, yet keeping pace with him. Her hair is a dozen different colors and her eyes don't match. She grins and waves at him when she sees him looking. Bart runs through the list of every speedster he's ever heard of but none of them are her. Nor is there any spark and crackle of the speed force around her.
"Who are you?" Bart asks. "I'm Kid Flash."
"No. Not always."
Bart runs through the list of every psychic he's ever heard of but none of them are her either. "My name's Bart." It seems best to match the sense of truth in what she said.
"I'm Delirium. But not always." She looks a little sad but then she smiles at him again. The speed-still waves around them glow rainbow colors in the light. Bart skids down the side of a particularly large one and she slides down after him, arms flailing. "Where are you going?"
"To Italy for gelato."
"My sister said you were nice." The girl, Delirium, is skipping now. "She said she was looking forward to seeing you again."
"Who's your sister?"
"My older sister." That's clearly all the answer he's going to get. It doesn't help him find a solution. He doesn't remember ever meeting anyone like this girl before. "They say Italy's very romantic," she continues. "Blood and circuses."
"It has a lot of history. Every place has a lot of interesting stuff that people did but not all of it's history. It's not really fair."
She nods. "Are we there yet?"
There's still a hundred miles of ocean to go. Bart's never had anyone else complain about how long it takes for him to get somewhere. "You'd be there faster if you weren't matching my subjective time." Bart always has a lot of time to think when he travels. He's demolished the theory of relativity in his head over and over. He's never explained it to anyone else though because the mathematical equations would take a week to go through and that's boring. If he could talk to photons maybe they'd get it. But he's pretty sure they don't actually care about time, considering how fast they are.
"Will you carry me?"
Bart shrugs and she skips up into his arms. Suddenly she's as frozen as the ocean around them, like people normally are when he speeds. He has no idea how she did that. She doesn't feel human. She doesn't even really feel corporeal to the touch, even though that should be an oxymoron. Bart counts the colors in her hair as he runs. He's naming them all in every language he knows.
Finally he reaches Rome and stops in a little square next to his favorite gelato place. The world springs into motion around him and he sets the girl down.
"Did my time go away?" she asks. "Where does time go when it's gone? I don't like time."
"No one does." Bart starts walking at a human pace toward the door. "What flavor do you want?"
"Strawberry. Or funny."
"Funny sounds good but I don't think they sell it here." He orders strawberry for her and peach-walnut for himself. They eat on the side of a fountain, very fast so it doesn't melt. They both laugh a lot.
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