'If your characters wrote fanfic,' part two, still Killa's fault. Mag7, SPN, HL & XF this time
Gacked from Killabeez:
So, if your characters wrote fanfic... what would they write?
Part one, mostly HL -- Amanda, Carl, Cory & Matthew -- and one XF.
John Winchester: Writes X-Files fic. Specifically, he writes case files, with monsters of the week, and details just a hair too accurate, to see who replies and where from. He tracks IP hits on his stories, too, and waits for someone to reply to the fic about the unexplained lightning strikes.
Ezra: Writes Arthurian fanfic, with knights on quests, monsters to slay, and enchantresses to outwit. (Morgan leFay occasionally bears a resemblance to Maude Standish.) He doesn't write about Lancelot after Camelot falls apart, however. He also writes Odyssey and Illiad and Aeneid continuations, outtakes, and excerpts -- he's having a great time trying to imagine how Odysseus would have coped with Hercules' twelve tasks. He doesn't rewrite fairy tales anymore, though; they only looked light at first glance.
Vin: Wouldn't believe you if you told him he was writing fanfic. Actually, he's not sure why he's writing anything, but Mary Travis keeps encouraging him, and so far, he hasn't admitted they're his stories she's putting in the Clarion. It started out with small things -- "How the Sun-boy Tracked Miss Daintypaws," about the time Billy Travis managed to follow the barn cat's trail to her newest litter of kittens, and "When the Preacher Caught Coyote," after Josiah knocked a durn fool ass over teakettle with a thrown hymnal for trying to steal the church wine. They're short stories, and he has fun telling them the way some of his Indian friends might tell them (including a few in-jokes), but Vin doesn't think they're any big deal. Mary Travis keeps claiming otherwise and asking him to write more of them. The grins around town make them worth the effort.
Sean Burns: Died before some of the more recent fandoms, blast it, but back in the day, he had a couple pseudonyms and several fandoms. He wrote Star Wars fic under one -- Ben Kenobi, mostly, after he'd been Obi Wan mostly, and sometimes before Luke showed up. Adventures on Tatooine and elsewhere, advice for young Jedi, and one story about slippery slopes that still gets alternately flamed and praised, years after his death. The other pseudonym, however, was where Sean had the most fun: roguish smugglers who rode with the Scarecrow, musketeers trying to live up to Athos, Porthos, and Aramis (to the detriment of their purses, their clothing, and the Cardinal's men), and regency romances that were frequently excuses for game-play, banter, and other games played in bedrooms. There's still some fan wank about whether he was really a guy.
Rebecca Horne: Would totally have written Xena and Hercules fic if she'd lived long enough to see the shows (and John would have taken equestrian lessons for her, but insisted she was the sword expert in the family). Failing that (damn it!), she read early Kirk/Spock and Spock/McCoy and McCoy/Kirk, and Professionals, but she ended up writing stories with Sulu finding adventures (and lovers of either gender) on and off the Enterprise. Rebecca always did like a man with a keen sword and sharp wit; John Horne always liked being dragged into bed after particularly steamy scenes on her screen or in her stories.
Methos: Writes fanfic under half a dozen names, a new name and a different style in every fandom. He writes Good Omens mischief (never the Horsemen, but frequently Crowley), and Sentinel police casework and academic brangles, and Vorkosigan-verse hijinx and high tech. He gleefully writes Hercules and Xena fic (femme slash, slash, het -- one-handed reading is always good, and he even wrote a fic about Sappho *doing* some one-handed reading and writing) and Macchiavellian X-Files with conspiracies Chris Carter could only dream of. He does at least usually lets Mulder or Krycek sort the problems back out. His Battlestar Galactica fics, however, are dark even for that fandom. The classicists who recognize some of the plotlines are waiting to see if Balthar ends up female, blind, or both in sequence....
Aidan: When she's in a darker mood, she writes Bond stories -- more from the novels than the movies, although she adored the Daniel Craig version and writes Bond/M fic now too sometimes. For therapy, when she'd really like to kill someone, she writes them into a Dark Knight story. She also writes Magnificent Seven fic because she's a sucker for all of the guys, although she tries to pretend otherwise, and because she loves Colorado and Arizona, New Mexico and California. She writes Sackett stories, too, although it's a tiny fandom, and she sneaks in herb lore and practical advice on everything from tracking to candle-making just because someone should remember it. The fandom she's just getting into (under three layers of pseudonyms Damien set up for her) is Burn Notice. She loves the plots and the character arcs, and she's having a wonderful time writing the narrative voice-overs... and trying not to put too many details out there. She's going to slip up one day -- know too much about assassination or poisons or even just cryptography she thinks must be public knowledge by now -- but that's why she built in the cutouts. The FBI's going to hate them.
Krycek: Writes due South fic, too. due South is, oddly, his 'having a bad day' fandom. He writes stories of Bob Fraser tagging along and being annoying because it's the only influence an impersuasive ghost can have. Stories from Dief's point of view, with a slanted, cynical 'how do I get dinner or petting out of this?' take. A Fraser straight out of the pilot movie, acting the foolish, time-lost Mountie on the surface to see if anyone will notice and wonder what's underneath, but a man who'll go after explosives, assassins, or terrorists without backup if necessary. Krycek's Fraser says things that can be interpreted in more than one way, and he's a sharp, snarky man when Krycek writes him, but he gets jobs done. Krycek *does* write great Lt. Welsh stories: world-weary but supportive of his detectives, musing on politics and society and undeclared wars while taking care of his officers and getting the work done. Lt. Welsh really does belong behind that desk.
And this is still cracktitious goodness, so I'll think about more characters today and try to post more tomorrow. Whee!
So, if your characters wrote fanfic... what would they write?
Part one, mostly HL -- Amanda, Carl, Cory & Matthew -- and one XF.
John Winchester: Writes X-Files fic. Specifically, he writes case files, with monsters of the week, and details just a hair too accurate, to see who replies and where from. He tracks IP hits on his stories, too, and waits for someone to reply to the fic about the unexplained lightning strikes.
Ezra: Writes Arthurian fanfic, with knights on quests, monsters to slay, and enchantresses to outwit. (Morgan leFay occasionally bears a resemblance to Maude Standish.) He doesn't write about Lancelot after Camelot falls apart, however. He also writes Odyssey and Illiad and Aeneid continuations, outtakes, and excerpts -- he's having a great time trying to imagine how Odysseus would have coped with Hercules' twelve tasks. He doesn't rewrite fairy tales anymore, though; they only looked light at first glance.
Vin: Wouldn't believe you if you told him he was writing fanfic. Actually, he's not sure why he's writing anything, but Mary Travis keeps encouraging him, and so far, he hasn't admitted they're his stories she's putting in the Clarion. It started out with small things -- "How the Sun-boy Tracked Miss Daintypaws," about the time Billy Travis managed to follow the barn cat's trail to her newest litter of kittens, and "When the Preacher Caught Coyote," after Josiah knocked a durn fool ass over teakettle with a thrown hymnal for trying to steal the church wine. They're short stories, and he has fun telling them the way some of his Indian friends might tell them (including a few in-jokes), but Vin doesn't think they're any big deal. Mary Travis keeps claiming otherwise and asking him to write more of them. The grins around town make them worth the effort.
Sean Burns: Died before some of the more recent fandoms, blast it, but back in the day, he had a couple pseudonyms and several fandoms. He wrote Star Wars fic under one -- Ben Kenobi, mostly, after he'd been Obi Wan mostly, and sometimes before Luke showed up. Adventures on Tatooine and elsewhere, advice for young Jedi, and one story about slippery slopes that still gets alternately flamed and praised, years after his death. The other pseudonym, however, was where Sean had the most fun: roguish smugglers who rode with the Scarecrow, musketeers trying to live up to Athos, Porthos, and Aramis (to the detriment of their purses, their clothing, and the Cardinal's men), and regency romances that were frequently excuses for game-play, banter, and other games played in bedrooms. There's still some fan wank about whether he was really a guy.
Rebecca Horne: Would totally have written Xena and Hercules fic if she'd lived long enough to see the shows (and John would have taken equestrian lessons for her, but insisted she was the sword expert in the family). Failing that (damn it!), she read early Kirk/Spock and Spock/McCoy and McCoy/Kirk, and Professionals, but she ended up writing stories with Sulu finding adventures (and lovers of either gender) on and off the Enterprise. Rebecca always did like a man with a keen sword and sharp wit; John Horne always liked being dragged into bed after particularly steamy scenes on her screen or in her stories.
Methos: Writes fanfic under half a dozen names, a new name and a different style in every fandom. He writes Good Omens mischief (never the Horsemen, but frequently Crowley), and Sentinel police casework and academic brangles, and Vorkosigan-verse hijinx and high tech. He gleefully writes Hercules and Xena fic (femme slash, slash, het -- one-handed reading is always good, and he even wrote a fic about Sappho *doing* some one-handed reading and writing) and Macchiavellian X-Files with conspiracies Chris Carter could only dream of. He does at least usually lets Mulder or Krycek sort the problems back out. His Battlestar Galactica fics, however, are dark even for that fandom. The classicists who recognize some of the plotlines are waiting to see if Balthar ends up female, blind, or both in sequence....
Aidan: When she's in a darker mood, she writes Bond stories -- more from the novels than the movies, although she adored the Daniel Craig version and writes Bond/M fic now too sometimes. For therapy, when she'd really like to kill someone, she writes them into a Dark Knight story. She also writes Magnificent Seven fic because she's a sucker for all of the guys, although she tries to pretend otherwise, and because she loves Colorado and Arizona, New Mexico and California. She writes Sackett stories, too, although it's a tiny fandom, and she sneaks in herb lore and practical advice on everything from tracking to candle-making just because someone should remember it. The fandom she's just getting into (under three layers of pseudonyms Damien set up for her) is Burn Notice. She loves the plots and the character arcs, and she's having a wonderful time writing the narrative voice-overs... and trying not to put too many details out there. She's going to slip up one day -- know too much about assassination or poisons or even just cryptography she thinks must be public knowledge by now -- but that's why she built in the cutouts. The FBI's going to hate them.
Krycek: Writes due South fic, too. due South is, oddly, his 'having a bad day' fandom. He writes stories of Bob Fraser tagging along and being annoying because it's the only influence an impersuasive ghost can have. Stories from Dief's point of view, with a slanted, cynical 'how do I get dinner or petting out of this?' take. A Fraser straight out of the pilot movie, acting the foolish, time-lost Mountie on the surface to see if anyone will notice and wonder what's underneath, but a man who'll go after explosives, assassins, or terrorists without backup if necessary. Krycek's Fraser says things that can be interpreted in more than one way, and he's a sharp, snarky man when Krycek writes him, but he gets jobs done. Krycek *does* write great Lt. Welsh stories: world-weary but supportive of his detectives, musing on politics and society and undeclared wars while taking care of his officers and getting the work done. Lt. Welsh really does belong behind that desk.
And this is still cracktitious goodness, so I'll think about more characters today and try to post more tomorrow. Whee!