You're doing it, that's for sure. Whether you're doing it right remains to be seen.
It’s quite possible this has been ranted about before.
It’s generally accepted knowledge among anyone with eyes (or anyone reasonably capable of reading Braille/fandom-awesome enough to have fanfics [of all things] translated into Braille) that songfics are a Bad Idea.
But there are exceptions to any rule. Yes, some people can make a songfic work. - glances meaningfully at renegade_raine of Bleach fandom - But those people, like a diamond in the rough, like an acne-free teenager, are few and far between. Engraved upon the golden roster of people who can pull off songfics, fantard, you will not find your name.
The Click Five is not a srs band. They do not produce srs music or have srs hair or wear srs matching turquoise blue ties. They are what every healthy, good-natured, capable and competent and mentally well person mocks in their spare time (spare time being whenever they happen to pass a copy of J-14 and decide, no, I’ve made a little too much fun of Zac Efron this month; I’ve got to keep my material fresh). Their lyrics are childish and stereotypical and slightly awesome, in the way that your aunt’s three-legged shi tzu is awesome. In that sort of way.
But okay, you want to base a fanfic around it. In fact, around one of their more lucrative attempts to deny their oh so obvious homosexuality: “Just the Girl.” I can dig it. Sometimes I feel the masochistic need to read a songfic. For the lulz.
Now, here’s where things take a right turn toward Wonderland, and just keep going, way past the normal level of nonsense. This is not written in a high school AU, as one might expect. (Yes, yes, I know. High school AU + songfic = fandom equivalent of self-flagellation. What can I say? I like it kinky.) Nor is it written for a pairing one might expect, like perhaps a character from Twilight Town. You know. The general silliness. Kids being kids singing about other kids they happen to find pretty sexy.
Oh no. This is set in canon, and that canon is nowhere near Hayner and his tripod. What could this possibly be for, you might ask yourself? What pairing on god’s green earth could possibly apply to this in canon?
Keep guessing.
No, go on.
Give up?
Axel/Larxene.
HAHA whut. I just… I can’t… I don’t know. Insert witty remark here, because my brain is dead. What in the coveted name of John Stamos leads you to believe Axel would sing… to Larxene (is she not widely known as the superbitch of Organization XIII? No, you’re right, you’re right. She’s not a superbitch. Larxene’s what a superbitch wants to be when she grows up)… A CLICK FIVE SONG?
And it doesn’t end there. Oh, no, this is khfanficrants. It never ends there. Not before a heartfelt (notice I employ the word in irony) utterance of, “I love you.” From Axel. This in itself seems to scream, “Did you miss the point of the entire second game? What about Chain of Memories? Have you even heard of Chain of Memories? Are you even mildly aware, like quadriplegic vegetable aware, of the canon you are writing in?”
And of course no fluffy Axel/Larxene fic (the term itself has just ripped a hole in the space-time continuum. Prepare to be swallowed by the paradox as soon as you finish reading this rant. Large Hadron Collider, I beat you to it!) would be complete without emotions (did I mention they don’t have any of those?) being requited. “I love you too, Axel” whispers Larxene into her lover’s ear in a moment of mild and uninspiring passion. Like a declawed, pregnant cat on a porch swing idly swatting at a fly on a lazy Sunday afternoon passion.
Follow this with “Just the Girl”’s repetitive chorus, mix with half a cup cubed sugar, two teaspoons retardedness, and a dash of thinly-veiled wish fulfillment; beat thoroughly, cook for fifteen minutes at three-fifty Fahrenheit and what do you get?
The fan’s brain on pop music.
In the immortal words of Shakespeare:
[Exeunt pink_rapid and all common sense
It’s generally accepted knowledge among anyone with eyes (or anyone reasonably capable of reading Braille/fandom-awesome enough to have fanfics [of all things] translated into Braille) that songfics are a Bad Idea.
But there are exceptions to any rule. Yes, some people can make a songfic work. - glances meaningfully at renegade_raine of Bleach fandom - But those people, like a diamond in the rough, like an acne-free teenager, are few and far between. Engraved upon the golden roster of people who can pull off songfics, fantard, you will not find your name.
The Click Five is not a srs band. They do not produce srs music or have srs hair or wear srs matching turquoise blue ties. They are what every healthy, good-natured, capable and competent and mentally well person mocks in their spare time (spare time being whenever they happen to pass a copy of J-14 and decide, no, I’ve made a little too much fun of Zac Efron this month; I’ve got to keep my material fresh). Their lyrics are childish and stereotypical and slightly awesome, in the way that your aunt’s three-legged shi tzu is awesome. In that sort of way.
But okay, you want to base a fanfic around it. In fact, around one of their more lucrative attempts to deny their oh so obvious homosexuality: “Just the Girl.” I can dig it. Sometimes I feel the masochistic need to read a songfic. For the lulz.
Now, here’s where things take a right turn toward Wonderland, and just keep going, way past the normal level of nonsense. This is not written in a high school AU, as one might expect. (Yes, yes, I know. High school AU + songfic = fandom equivalent of self-flagellation. What can I say? I like it kinky.) Nor is it written for a pairing one might expect, like perhaps a character from Twilight Town. You know. The general silliness. Kids being kids singing about other kids they happen to find pretty sexy.
Oh no. This is set in canon, and that canon is nowhere near Hayner and his tripod. What could this possibly be for, you might ask yourself? What pairing on god’s green earth could possibly apply to this in canon?
Keep guessing.
No, go on.
Give up?
Axel/Larxene.
HAHA whut. I just… I can’t… I don’t know. Insert witty remark here, because my brain is dead. What in the coveted name of John Stamos leads you to believe Axel would sing… to Larxene (is she not widely known as the superbitch of Organization XIII? No, you’re right, you’re right. She’s not a superbitch. Larxene’s what a superbitch wants to be when she grows up)… A CLICK FIVE SONG?
And it doesn’t end there. Oh, no, this is khfanficrants. It never ends there. Not before a heartfelt (notice I employ the word in irony) utterance of, “I love you.” From Axel. This in itself seems to scream, “Did you miss the point of the entire second game? What about Chain of Memories? Have you even heard of Chain of Memories? Are you even mildly aware, like quadriplegic vegetable aware, of the canon you are writing in?”
And of course no fluffy Axel/Larxene fic (the term itself has just ripped a hole in the space-time continuum. Prepare to be swallowed by the paradox as soon as you finish reading this rant. Large Hadron Collider, I beat you to it!) would be complete without emotions (did I mention they don’t have any of those?) being requited. “I love you too, Axel” whispers Larxene into her lover’s ear in a moment of mild and uninspiring passion. Like a declawed, pregnant cat on a porch swing idly swatting at a fly on a lazy Sunday afternoon passion.
Follow this with “Just the Girl”’s repetitive chorus, mix with half a cup cubed sugar, two teaspoons retardedness, and a dash of thinly-veiled wish fulfillment; beat thoroughly, cook for fifteen minutes at three-fifty Fahrenheit and what do you get?
The fan’s brain on pop music.
In the immortal words of Shakespeare:
[Exeunt pink_rapid and all common sense