Dear Yuletide writer...
So, I'm a Yuletide virgin. Kind of. I mean, Kat sort of popped my cherry last year when she needed a little bit of a hand, and, well. I may not have the cherry, but I.. think you know the rest.
Um.
So. I've generally asked for slashy stuff because het makes me want to shriek and run off. It's nothing personal, it's just a weirdity of mine. I'm okay with things not being filthy explicit, but I'm pretty sure that I had to choose just one sort or something, and hey. If you're going to err in any given direction, it's always good to err on the side of utterly fucking dirty. Truth be told, I'd probably be okay with less than utterly fucking dirty, but the suggestion of emotional entanglements (warped or otherwise) is always very good for me.
Amelia Peabody
Percy/Ramses. How wrong is that shit, anyway? Wrong. Really, really wrong. I mean, they don't get along at all, and Percy keeps trying to find ways to make Ramses dead or humiliated, and you'd really think Ramses would finally just have enough and, you know. Yeah. I've been re-reading the series, and clearly while I have all of the books at this point, I managed to miss reading a couple of them. Or forget them. I can't see this being anything but seriously warped noncon, although, hey. I'm good with anything else. I really would be happy with almost anything here, so long as it shows the whole warped evil thing they have going on between them. I'm easy like that. (Although, seriously. Percy's book and the fact that Ramses rescued him, that still just makes me point and laugh. Ramses is far too good a person sometimes. I'd have left Percy's ass there.)
Artemis Fowl
Somehow, I'm one of two people I know who've finished The Atlantis Complex. Do you know how hard it is not to wail and gnash my teeth about that? Yeah. Exactly. It's killing me. I mean, just. Really driving me batty. But the thing is, Artemis keeps growing up. And I kind of wonder what will happen when he finally does. Sure, there are the twins and his parents, Holly and Foaly and Mulch, but Butler's the only true constant in his life. I like the idea of that constancy, and frankly, age differences are not in any way a squick for me.... which explains the vast majority of caffiends.net
Elenium/Tamuli
Once upon a time, Tay wrote this series with an original character absolutely fucking the stuffing out of Talen. And I loved it, because, duh. But the notion of Stragen and Talen has a certain symmetrical beauty about it. I like the idea of Talen taking over Platime's regime, and the Very Interesting Things that might work out there. Well, barring Danae and the Baroness having both of them defenestrated or worse, of course. I do like the ladies, and crossing them's kind of stupid, but that's why there's fanfiction. So you can waltz off in any given direction.
American Civil War RPS
Kat egged this on. I blame her entirely for the fact that I even signed up for this, but you have to understand. The year I was twelve, I worshipped the ground upon which Jeb Stuart trod. No, seriously. I think I wanted to marry him when I grew up. If I had ever planned to have babies, one of them totally would have been named Jeb Stuart (hey, half of the county here is peppered with boys named Robert Lee, so it's not likely he'd be given a hard time for it). Luckily for everyone involved, my children all have four legs, not two. In this case, really, the best summary I have for What I Want is this:
When Stuart arrived at Gettysburg on the afternoon of July 2-bringing with him the caravan of captured Union supply wagons-he received a rare rebuke from Lee. (No one witnessed the private meeting between Lee and Stuart, but reports circulated at headquarters that Lee's greeting was "abrupt and frosty." Colonel Edward Porter Alexander wrote, "Although Lee said only, 'Well, General, you are here at last,' his manner implied rebuke, and it was so understood by Stuart.")
I mean, this can be explicit or it can be nearly gen, but I'd be curious to know what went on here.
And, yeah, I know. I suck. This is nothing like a proper guideline of any sort. Honestly, I'm good with fast and loose, and AU, and just plain dirty wrong porn. Or, really, if you need advice? zaganthi all the way. She probably knows me better than I know myself and can explain how my brain works better than I can, too.
On that note, I'm going to bed. I've been out with Ma all night in a smoky bar and I'm very very tired now.