Fangirl X-ing and the My Chem huge megafic of Doom
Please tell me that after seeing the headline for this I wasn't the only person to go, "Hellmouth!"
Ah, Buffy, you will forever be one of my first true loves.
Now, let's talk about the huge megafic of
I have this bad habit when I sit down and write fic for actual posting. A lot of time I write fanfic for my own amusment which will never see the light of day such as the Tolkien-verse one based on royal mistresses and companions; the My Chem one with Frank and Bob, the peds doctors, Brian the Receiptionist, Ray the nurse, and Gerard, the good uncle watchcing his niece while his brother and sister-in-law go on a cruise; any and every BSB fic I ever put down to paper; the other My Chem/Dead Like Me one where Bob's just been killed in a tragic deep-frying turkey accident, Gerard and Mikey went down on the Titanic, Ray was killed by a falling library stack, and Frank broke his neck on stage playing with a 1970s punk band and Bob is known as the "Meat is Murder" kid b/c that's what PETA put as the headline for his death article.
Anyway, when I decide to do fic for posting, I don't do one-offs. I do huge arcs. That's why the fic is called the huge megafic of Doom, b/c it will take at least a year to write the main story alone. The main story takes place in 2006, but the background stories start in 2001. I wanted to post the main huge story first and then post the background ones, but I realized this would force me to do pages and pages of exposition bs in the main fic. So the background ones are being done first.
So, what's the premise you ask?
It's a bandom fic based in the same world as The Dresden Files book series. If there is not already a bandom fic which does this, I will be surprised, since the series is based heavily in Chicago and there is a lot of Chicago pride. It's not a re-casting of the series, it's not essential that you know every bit and piece of Dresden Lore, it just takes place in the same world. References are made to Harry Dresden and his actions, but since they rarely fully concern the My Chem boys, they are just mentioned in passing. What is important to know are the rules of the Wizard's White Council (good wizards' governing body), the Laws of Magic (there are 7 and you don't fuck with them), the Nevernever (the Otherworld), and the Sidhe (call them fairies and die), but all these are explained in the fic to outsiders.
Basically what happens is that when Gerard Way is a teenager, he finds out he's a wizard by making his family's tv go boom. This upsets him for many reasons, b/c he was just sitting down to watch The Empire Strikes Back, his family really can't afford another tv, and really? He wasn't enough of a freak to begin with. Wizards run through the blood on his dad's side and his mom's side is packed full of Strega, so no one is really surprised per se. Gerard starts an initial training with an old wizard from Scotland, named Brian Molko and his partner Stefan, but eventually comes to hate and resent his new found skills. He turns his back on magic, goes deeply into his art, and tries to forget he ever heard the words White Council.
Then 9/11 happens and Gerard can't ignore the fact that he has the power to help and/or change some of the shit that goes on in the world. If everyone else, wizards and normal people alike, are being called to service on whatever field of battle, then he has to step the fuck up.
Mikey is Gerard's younger brother. He is not a wizard, but he does sometimes have these dreams which come true. He doesn't like to sleep when he can feel them coming. Mikey goes to college, though he's still undeclared, works at The Last Unicorn magic shop and newsletter and stalks many Jersey bands.
Frank is Mikey's Changeling friend and roommate. In Dresden World, Changelings are half-fae/Sidhe creatures, the children of regular humans and Faery Creatures (anything from the ruling Sidhe, to the trolls, to the dryads). Frank is a half-Sprite, which means that he's just one step down from the ruling Sidhe in the pecking order. Sidhe live mostly in the Nevernever, and half-sidhe are forced to choose a side between The Summer Court and The Winter Court and their Queens, but Frank, for the purpose of this fic, b/c he was born on Halloween answers to the Erlking. The Erlking is not forced to choose either Winter or Summer and decides on his own which side to take in the fight. The Erlking leads the Wild Hunt and is not someone to piss off. He will take your head, literally. Frank does have many connections to the Winter Court b/c his buddy, Hambone, is a Changeling who is forced to answer to Winter's Queen Mab. Despite obvious identity crisis issues, Frank goes to college, takes psych courses, and plays in a jam band on weeknights and weekends. His one sucky part about being half-Sidhe is the fact cold iron makes Sidhe burn and therefore he has an alleregy to it, which sucks when you live in Jersey, half the immune system of a gnat, and like tattoos and shovng metal things through various parts of your body. Also, he has a dog named Tock that Gerard brought him from their friend Adam Lazzara's house in Amityville. He is really hoping to one day capture a Jersey Devil of his very own. When he gets one, he will name him or her George.
Ray Toro is an average nice boy who likes film and was going to go to film school until he stumbled across a Sidhe Contract in progress, got video of it, and then got nabbed by the FBI. Figuring that they needed all the help they could get in their hush-hush Special Investigations department, he was hired by them on site and gets to play with all the techno goodies they have. Toro is a high school friend of Gerard, sometimes plays with Frank, hangs with Mikey at work, and is often badgered by his department supervisor, Brian, in DC. His supervisors have stopped trying to tame his hair. He often goes with Frank down to Train in Vain in New Brunswick to go through their vinyl collection. He kind of loves his job, even though it freaks him out sometimes.
Bob Bryar is a mechanic. He often has to fix Gerard's pos car with nothing but dental floss and bubble gum. No one's quite sure how Bob got to Jersey, but they are glad he's there. He does an underground dealing with magical items but there are just certain things he will not touch, so don't bother asking. He works at Bob's Autobody, which seems like the Dread Pirate Roberts of autobody shops, and sometimes takes engines apart and puts them back together for the hell of it. Also, if he has to, he will fuck you up, but he won't be happy about it. He can be bribed with good food, warm socks, and TMNT figures. He mutters the phrase, "Fucking Jersey," a lot.
There are, of course, various other characters, such as James DeWees, the White Council Grey Cloak who comes to check on Gerard every now and then. Jamia, who is best friends and platonic life partners with Frank, and runs her own clothing company where she puts protective symbols into the designs. Lynz is an artist and practioner who works best in 3-D, found art, and metal working. She's often tapped to carve healing and protection symbols into metal and wood objects. Alicia, the former merch girl who Jamia met one night at a show and decided she just had to work for the design comapny. Dave King, a coroner/farmer/Bard transplant from Ireland and LA. Brian Fallon, a construction worker/pizza delivery guy/Bard from South Jersey. Natsha Khan, the Seer from Brighton who know lives in Brooklyn. Brian Schechter, Ray's boss in DC who lives off Tums thanks to the shit Gerard and Frank get up to and jumps out of airplanes for fun. Agent Smith and his charge Urie, discovered by people working out of Area 51, young Smith was tapped to watch after Urie, a talented wizard who may also be part Siren but no one is quite sure yet. And then, of course, there's everyone in the clusterfuck known as Chicago.
The Dresen Files books all have two word titles and the huge main stories for this big thing will as well using song titles, the first being Walking Contradiciton. The smaller stories are either three to five word song titles or lyrics, though music runs heavily through it all. The first fic to be posted will be A Guaranteed Personality taking place in late 2001/early 2002 and will, hopefully, be posted sometime before my birthday in Jan.
So, yeah, a lot of work, but so much fun to write thus far. alexxxis has seen bits and pieces of it so far, an unbetad first draft of the first chapter of Walking Contradiction can was posted here after azure_raven said she wanted to see some of it and here's a snippet from one of my favorite scenes, thus far, to write:
Frank sniffled and everyone in the car turned to look at him. “What? I’m not allowed to have post-nasal drip? Eyes on the road, Toro.”
“No, Frank, you are not allowed to get fucking sick right now. We cannot have one of your fucking faery healers show up right now, man,” Toro said.
Frank lobbed a napkin at Ray’s head. “Dryads, motherfucker, dryads. And they’re like, fucking trees, dude, no one would know. But now I’m going to become ill because you had to go and use the ‘S’ word.”
“Yeah, nice going, Ray,” Mikey snapped. “And do you know who is going to have to pick up after his snotty ass? Me and Bryar because Gee will be forbidden from his bedside for fear of a cycle of unwellness.”
“Yeah, and I’ll cry for being forbidden from his bedside,” Gerard said.
“And no one wants to be the dickhead who makes Gerard cry, Toro,” Bob said.
“Alright, fucking fine.” Ray pulled over on the side of road near a copse of tress.
“What’s he doing?” Bob asked.
“Righting his wrong,” Gerard answered.
“Fixing his juju,” Mikey replied. He took out his phone and started taking video.
Frank leaned out of the window and yelled, “Don’t forget to spit!”
Ray knocked on tree seven times, spun around in a circle three times, and spit in the direction of the four winds. Ray come back to the car holding out his hand to Frank through the open window. “Good health be with you in sunshine and shade,” he said.
Frank grasped his hand and replied, “And also with you.”
“What the fuck? That’s from Mass,” Bob said.
Gerard shrugged. “They were both raised Catholic and Frank’s never had problem with the ‘peace be with you,’ part.”
Ray climbed back in the car and started the engine. “Let’s go figure out who’s trying to frame us.”
“This car is clear,” Mikey mimicked from Gerard’s side, sending Frank into a peal of giggles.
Bob rested his head against the window and muttered, “Fucking Jersey.”
Now to hunt vids on youtube of Stefan speaking since Brian never shuts the fuck up. Seriously, Molko, I love you, but let Stefan speak.
Ah, Buffy, you will forever be one of my first true loves.
Now, let's talk about the huge megafic of
I have this bad habit when I sit down and write fic for actual posting. A lot of time I write fanfic for my own amusment which will never see the light of day such as the Tolkien-verse one based on royal mistresses and companions; the My Chem one with Frank and Bob, the peds doctors, Brian the Receiptionist, Ray the nurse, and Gerard, the good uncle watchcing his niece while his brother and sister-in-law go on a cruise; any and every BSB fic I ever put down to paper; the other My Chem/Dead Like Me one where Bob's just been killed in a tragic deep-frying turkey accident, Gerard and Mikey went down on the Titanic, Ray was killed by a falling library stack, and Frank broke his neck on stage playing with a 1970s punk band and Bob is known as the "Meat is Murder" kid b/c that's what PETA put as the headline for his death article.
Anyway, when I decide to do fic for posting, I don't do one-offs. I do huge arcs. That's why the fic is called the huge megafic of Doom, b/c it will take at least a year to write the main story alone. The main story takes place in 2006, but the background stories start in 2001. I wanted to post the main huge story first and then post the background ones, but I realized this would force me to do pages and pages of exposition bs in the main fic. So the background ones are being done first.
So, what's the premise you ask?
It's a bandom fic based in the same world as The Dresden Files book series. If there is not already a bandom fic which does this, I will be surprised, since the series is based heavily in Chicago and there is a lot of Chicago pride. It's not a re-casting of the series, it's not essential that you know every bit and piece of Dresden Lore, it just takes place in the same world. References are made to Harry Dresden and his actions, but since they rarely fully concern the My Chem boys, they are just mentioned in passing. What is important to know are the rules of the Wizard's White Council (good wizards' governing body), the Laws of Magic (there are 7 and you don't fuck with them), the Nevernever (the Otherworld), and the Sidhe (call them fairies and die), but all these are explained in the fic to outsiders.
Basically what happens is that when Gerard Way is a teenager, he finds out he's a wizard by making his family's tv go boom. This upsets him for many reasons, b/c he was just sitting down to watch The Empire Strikes Back, his family really can't afford another tv, and really? He wasn't enough of a freak to begin with. Wizards run through the blood on his dad's side and his mom's side is packed full of Strega, so no one is really surprised per se. Gerard starts an initial training with an old wizard from Scotland, named Brian Molko and his partner Stefan, but eventually comes to hate and resent his new found skills. He turns his back on magic, goes deeply into his art, and tries to forget he ever heard the words White Council.
Then 9/11 happens and Gerard can't ignore the fact that he has the power to help and/or change some of the shit that goes on in the world. If everyone else, wizards and normal people alike, are being called to service on whatever field of battle, then he has to step the fuck up.
Mikey is Gerard's younger brother. He is not a wizard, but he does sometimes have these dreams which come true. He doesn't like to sleep when he can feel them coming. Mikey goes to college, though he's still undeclared, works at The Last Unicorn magic shop and newsletter and stalks many Jersey bands.
Frank is Mikey's Changeling friend and roommate. In Dresden World, Changelings are half-fae/Sidhe creatures, the children of regular humans and Faery Creatures (anything from the ruling Sidhe, to the trolls, to the dryads). Frank is a half-Sprite, which means that he's just one step down from the ruling Sidhe in the pecking order. Sidhe live mostly in the Nevernever, and half-sidhe are forced to choose a side between The Summer Court and The Winter Court and their Queens, but Frank, for the purpose of this fic, b/c he was born on Halloween answers to the Erlking. The Erlking is not forced to choose either Winter or Summer and decides on his own which side to take in the fight. The Erlking leads the Wild Hunt and is not someone to piss off. He will take your head, literally. Frank does have many connections to the Winter Court b/c his buddy, Hambone, is a Changeling who is forced to answer to Winter's Queen Mab. Despite obvious identity crisis issues, Frank goes to college, takes psych courses, and plays in a jam band on weeknights and weekends. His one sucky part about being half-Sidhe is the fact cold iron makes Sidhe burn and therefore he has an alleregy to it, which sucks when you live in Jersey, half the immune system of a gnat, and like tattoos and shovng metal things through various parts of your body. Also, he has a dog named Tock that Gerard brought him from their friend Adam Lazzara's house in Amityville. He is really hoping to one day capture a Jersey Devil of his very own. When he gets one, he will name him or her George.
Ray Toro is an average nice boy who likes film and was going to go to film school until he stumbled across a Sidhe Contract in progress, got video of it, and then got nabbed by the FBI. Figuring that they needed all the help they could get in their hush-hush Special Investigations department, he was hired by them on site and gets to play with all the techno goodies they have. Toro is a high school friend of Gerard, sometimes plays with Frank, hangs with Mikey at work, and is often badgered by his department supervisor, Brian, in DC. His supervisors have stopped trying to tame his hair. He often goes with Frank down to Train in Vain in New Brunswick to go through their vinyl collection. He kind of loves his job, even though it freaks him out sometimes.
Bob Bryar is a mechanic. He often has to fix Gerard's pos car with nothing but dental floss and bubble gum. No one's quite sure how Bob got to Jersey, but they are glad he's there. He does an underground dealing with magical items but there are just certain things he will not touch, so don't bother asking. He works at Bob's Autobody, which seems like the Dread Pirate Roberts of autobody shops, and sometimes takes engines apart and puts them back together for the hell of it. Also, if he has to, he will fuck you up, but he won't be happy about it. He can be bribed with good food, warm socks, and TMNT figures. He mutters the phrase, "Fucking Jersey," a lot.
There are, of course, various other characters, such as James DeWees, the White Council Grey Cloak who comes to check on Gerard every now and then. Jamia, who is best friends and platonic life partners with Frank, and runs her own clothing company where she puts protective symbols into the designs. Lynz is an artist and practioner who works best in 3-D, found art, and metal working. She's often tapped to carve healing and protection symbols into metal and wood objects. Alicia, the former merch girl who Jamia met one night at a show and decided she just had to work for the design comapny. Dave King, a coroner/farmer/Bard transplant from Ireland and LA. Brian Fallon, a construction worker/pizza delivery guy/Bard from South Jersey. Natsha Khan, the Seer from Brighton who know lives in Brooklyn. Brian Schechter, Ray's boss in DC who lives off Tums thanks to the shit Gerard and Frank get up to and jumps out of airplanes for fun. Agent Smith and his charge Urie, discovered by people working out of Area 51, young Smith was tapped to watch after Urie, a talented wizard who may also be part Siren but no one is quite sure yet. And then, of course, there's everyone in the clusterfuck known as Chicago.
The Dresen Files books all have two word titles and the huge main stories for this big thing will as well using song titles, the first being Walking Contradiciton. The smaller stories are either three to five word song titles or lyrics, though music runs heavily through it all. The first fic to be posted will be A Guaranteed Personality taking place in late 2001/early 2002 and will, hopefully, be posted sometime before my birthday in Jan.
So, yeah, a lot of work, but so much fun to write thus far. alexxxis has seen bits and pieces of it so far, an unbetad first draft of the first chapter of Walking Contradiction can was posted here after azure_raven said she wanted to see some of it and here's a snippet from one of my favorite scenes, thus far, to write:
Frank sniffled and everyone in the car turned to look at him. “What? I’m not allowed to have post-nasal drip? Eyes on the road, Toro.”
“No, Frank, you are not allowed to get fucking sick right now. We cannot have one of your fucking faery healers show up right now, man,” Toro said.
Frank lobbed a napkin at Ray’s head. “Dryads, motherfucker, dryads. And they’re like, fucking trees, dude, no one would know. But now I’m going to become ill because you had to go and use the ‘S’ word.”
“Yeah, nice going, Ray,” Mikey snapped. “And do you know who is going to have to pick up after his snotty ass? Me and Bryar because Gee will be forbidden from his bedside for fear of a cycle of unwellness.”
“Yeah, and I’ll cry for being forbidden from his bedside,” Gerard said.
“And no one wants to be the dickhead who makes Gerard cry, Toro,” Bob said.
“Alright, fucking fine.” Ray pulled over on the side of road near a copse of tress.
“What’s he doing?” Bob asked.
“Righting his wrong,” Gerard answered.
“Fixing his juju,” Mikey replied. He took out his phone and started taking video.
Frank leaned out of the window and yelled, “Don’t forget to spit!”
Ray knocked on tree seven times, spun around in a circle three times, and spit in the direction of the four winds. Ray come back to the car holding out his hand to Frank through the open window. “Good health be with you in sunshine and shade,” he said.
Frank grasped his hand and replied, “And also with you.”
“What the fuck? That’s from Mass,” Bob said.
Gerard shrugged. “They were both raised Catholic and Frank’s never had problem with the ‘peace be with you,’ part.”
Ray climbed back in the car and started the engine. “Let’s go figure out who’s trying to frame us.”
“This car is clear,” Mikey mimicked from Gerard’s side, sending Frank into a peal of giggles.
Bob rested his head against the window and muttered, “Fucking Jersey.”
Now to hunt vids on youtube of Stefan speaking since Brian never shuts the fuck up. Seriously, Molko, I love you, but let Stefan speak.