Works in Progress
I love this meme. Love it.
Chrestomanci fic, as yet untitled
Me: Cat Chant has adventures! There is backstory beyond parents drowning horribly in a boat crash! Witches! Funny hats, and an undetermined adventure that foreshadows things and involves a bicycle and an apple!
Cat: How long has it been since you've even *read* these books?
Shakespeare fic, "The Hamlet of Doom"
Me: And they all live in a little town, and have jobs that are fitting! Horatio is a psychotherapist, Hamlet's his secretary. Hal tries to enact blue laws, but local government, made up of Richard II and his father, like their late-night games of beer pong, and they lose his complaints, "Well, sorry, son, you know how it is. Carrier pigeons and all that." "No, I do not, and I'm not your son anyway, you big creep!" "Oh, then is is okay-" "No!" (Hal looks like he's going to cry a lot.) Desdemona and Ophelia hang around the town square, and busk, and the whole of the male population moons after them, because Ophelia sometimes up-ends a bottle of water over herself, and well, not even Edgar is made of stone. Well, everyone except Edward and Iago, who sit off in a corner, and whisper a lot, and always make fun of Richard III, when he tries out his own psychotic bastard laugh; they're mature adults who can make rational decisions, and have age-appropriate relationships, thank you very much. Even if Edward is totally crushing on Lady Macbeth, and Iago has such a thing for Cleopatra. (What. Edward likes powerful women, Iago likes foreigners. So mfeo. I mean, historically relevant point about othering!) Sadly, Antony keeps Cleopatra busy, mostly by patronizing the back room of Cassio and (M for M's, the Much Ado one runs a lute-stringing shop with Ferdinand) Claudio's shop. Oh, and Hal and Hotspur work together in the butcher shop, next to Falstaff's (page's) pub. There are long lanes, for elaborate games of hide-and-seek, and words. Oh, so many words. This is mostly unwritten, but a hugely fun game to play. I know how the hamlet is planned out! I LOVE it all.
Gerard Way/Pete Wentz fic of creeptastic terror, "Normal Is Not The Adjective You’re Looking For"
Gerard: I don't actually know what my motivation is! Why do I keep having sex that's more than vanilla with Pete. I mean, okay, I have older brother vengeance for Mikey, but seriously.
Me: Shut up.
Pete: I have motivations!
Gerard: I am going to hit you. Now.
Me: How did I miss the memo that Summer of Like fic was supposed to be fun and light-hearted?
William Beckett/Tom Conrad, "Sometimes They Fall"
Me: I obviously read rather too much fantasy as a child. Also, I saw Stardust last night, and William totally has Tristan's hair. Also, The Dark Is Rising preview killed my soul, and I really want ultimate evil to wear Pete Wentz's face, however briefly. Weird urban fantasy versions of pastoral tales? YES.
Tom: We're very pretty, but maybe you could get down to actually writing the story?
William Beckett/Travis McCoy, "Check the Reference"
Me: How did William Beckett get into all my porn?
Alex Suarez/Nate Narvarro, as yet untitled
Me: Well, I am breaking up my age-appropriate het OTP (Hayley Williams/Nate Navarro, omg) for this, so you'd better be good, Alex.
Alex; That is not even in this story, what the hell.
Nate: I am so cute, though, it's hard for anyone to resist. I can see why you might get confused.
Me: I promise, I did not mean to make you this creepy, Alex.
Alex: Thanks ever so much.
I realize that the really good ones aren't here. I mean, no Pete Wentz AU where he's a female pop singer! No Tam Lin fic about Robin and Molly! No Faulkner pastiche at all! Not even the nutty MCR Victorian AU!
I am doing this quickly though, before I have to pack and get on a plane to London! To see people, especially molotov-bitch and littlelightbulb and to go to DECAYDANCE FEST. EEE.
Chrestomanci fic, as yet untitled
Me: Cat Chant has adventures! There is backstory beyond parents drowning horribly in a boat crash! Witches! Funny hats, and an undetermined adventure that foreshadows things and involves a bicycle and an apple!
Cat: How long has it been since you've even *read* these books?
Shakespeare fic, "The Hamlet of Doom"
Me: And they all live in a little town, and have jobs that are fitting! Horatio is a psychotherapist, Hamlet's his secretary. Hal tries to enact blue laws, but local government, made up of Richard II and his father, like their late-night games of beer pong, and they lose his complaints, "Well, sorry, son, you know how it is. Carrier pigeons and all that." "No, I do not, and I'm not your son anyway, you big creep!" "Oh, then is is okay-" "No!" (Hal looks like he's going to cry a lot.) Desdemona and Ophelia hang around the town square, and busk, and the whole of the male population moons after them, because Ophelia sometimes up-ends a bottle of water over herself, and well, not even Edgar is made of stone. Well, everyone except Edward and Iago, who sit off in a corner, and whisper a lot, and always make fun of Richard III, when he tries out his own psychotic bastard laugh; they're mature adults who can make rational decisions, and have age-appropriate relationships, thank you very much. Even if Edward is totally crushing on Lady Macbeth, and Iago has such a thing for Cleopatra. (What. Edward likes powerful women, Iago likes foreigners. So mfeo. I mean, historically relevant point about othering!) Sadly, Antony keeps Cleopatra busy, mostly by patronizing the back room of Cassio and (M for M's, the Much Ado one runs a lute-stringing shop with Ferdinand) Claudio's shop. Oh, and Hal and Hotspur work together in the butcher shop, next to Falstaff's (page's) pub. There are long lanes, for elaborate games of hide-and-seek, and words. Oh, so many words. This is mostly unwritten, but a hugely fun game to play. I know how the hamlet is planned out! I LOVE it all.
Gerard Way/Pete Wentz fic of creeptastic terror, "Normal Is Not The Adjective You’re Looking For"
Gerard: I don't actually know what my motivation is! Why do I keep having sex that's more than vanilla with Pete. I mean, okay, I have older brother vengeance for Mikey, but seriously.
Me: Shut up.
Pete: I have motivations!
Gerard: I am going to hit you. Now.
Me: How did I miss the memo that Summer of Like fic was supposed to be fun and light-hearted?
William Beckett/Tom Conrad, "Sometimes They Fall"
Me: I obviously read rather too much fantasy as a child. Also, I saw Stardust last night, and William totally has Tristan's hair. Also, The Dark Is Rising preview killed my soul, and I really want ultimate evil to wear Pete Wentz's face, however briefly. Weird urban fantasy versions of pastoral tales? YES.
Tom: We're very pretty, but maybe you could get down to actually writing the story?
William Beckett/Travis McCoy, "Check the Reference"
Me: How did William Beckett get into all my porn?
Alex Suarez/Nate Narvarro, as yet untitled
Me: Well, I am breaking up my age-appropriate het OTP (Hayley Williams/Nate Navarro, omg) for this, so you'd better be good, Alex.
Alex; That is not even in this story, what the hell.
Nate: I am so cute, though, it's hard for anyone to resist. I can see why you might get confused.
Me: I promise, I did not mean to make you this creepy, Alex.
Alex: Thanks ever so much.
I realize that the really good ones aren't here. I mean, no Pete Wentz AU where he's a female pop singer! No Tam Lin fic about Robin and Molly! No Faulkner pastiche at all! Not even the nutty MCR Victorian AU!
I am doing this quickly though, before I have to pack and get on a plane to London! To see people, especially molotov-bitch and littlelightbulb and to go to DECAYDANCE FEST. EEE.