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dagas_isaOut of curiosity, if I was chained up in your attic/study/basement/library/secret lair/tree house, and I had to write you one story, what would you ask for? Or alternately, what's something you always hoped I'd write but think isn't likely to happen?
Post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y. Doubt it but who knows. Nine fics, first and last ones are the only I'm truly invested in finishing.
1.
"I was in plenty of movies," Daisy says, thinking back to the era. "There were good times and bad times."
"Girl, you were pretty," Roxy says.
"No," Daisy grabs her coat and her post it. She's got a reap in an hour, and she's in dire need of a manicure; she's not going to get into this debate right now. "I was talented."
(Dead Like Me, Daisy, Daisy as a black actress during the 1930s, for Racebending Revenge)
2.
Quinn sneaks in through the back door. Parents are in the living room, so Quinn and her package (well both the plain wrapped one, and the one underneath her dress, sneak up the back stairs and into the bedroom where she's spent her whole childhood. Underneath the purple colored walls is the ducky wallpaper that covered her nursery. Such an innocent room. A bastion of purity.
She takes her keys and breaks the clear tape seal. With trembling fingertips, she opens the plain brown flaps, and lifts the contents out. If her parents downstairs, watching Glenn Beck, knew what was happening just above their heads, they would have a heart-attack. This secret, this smaller one, thrills her.
The gift comes in two pieces. Part A—black, leather and strappy—will fit over Quinn's hips—the blurb on the website said it was adjustable so even when she gets all bloated, she'll still be able to use it, and back after this whole baby thing is over with, she'll still have fun with it. Part B—about seven inches long, two inches in circumference, silicone, and in an eye pleasing shade of iridescent light pink, slides into a hole in Part A.
(Glee, Quinn, untitled pegging fic)
3.
This is not a comprehensive list of the incidents or harassments, but rather a few select highlights collected from my extensive spreadsheet.
I am submitting this letter to you anonymously, but rest assured that I am well connected to the local chapter of the ACLU and ignoring this letter and letting this frankly hostile and dangerous attitude towards transgender and other non-gender conforming youths continue unabated will bring the full force of the ACLU raining down upon your ears.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
P.S. The gold star affixed to my declaration of anonymity is neither an admission of my identity nor an indication of my approval of the district's current response to these incidents.
(Glee, mtf!Rachel, A Letter of Concern)
4.
And of course, the question gets asked:
"So tell us Minako, the lyrics to your recent singles have been quite…mature in comparison to what we've been hearing from you in the past. What was your inspiration for this song?"
It's always the same, Minako, who has spent her career skillfully dodging around the other aspects of her life, chronic illness, and her duties as a sailor senshi, gets faced down with the question that threatens to open her up to the world.
Minako cannot tell the truth in this case. It was perhaps three in the morning after one of her and Rei's rare nights together, in a post –coital burst of inspiration that she wrote most of her songs on the new album, taking periodic breaks to look at Rei's face, the sternness softened while she slept.
So she buys herself time first.
"I draw my inspiration from my own life and what I imagine is the life of my fans, and as I develop as an artist, I'm finding my experiences are maturing as well. I find I can't write the same songs I did when I was sixteen, because I'm not sixteen anymore and neither is my fanbase."
Kimura crosses her legs and prepares to go in for the more direct question. "When you say 'maturing experiences' are you talking about a boyfriend?"
(PGSM, Minako/Rei, originally for Fragments of Sappho)
5.
The next question, perhaps the more important one, is how does he return to his human shape? The first thing he thinks of is an ally. Human hands and the ability to speak--and the ability to confirm that Akiyama is not, in fact, going having delusions as a result of too much time spent scheming. Once he finds a human--not so hard, he supposes--they’re all around him, the next trick will be letting them know who he is. That, he thinks will be a little harder, considering the closest to saying his name he can do so far is meow four syllables.
He looks at his clothing standing the middle of sidewalk. Identification. If he finds someone--and he doesn’t delude himself as to his first choice of someone--he can at least make a connection between Akiyama Shinichi and this cat-form. So then, how to get the identification currently in the left-front pocket of his pants to the eyes of the person who will help him?
Briefly, he pictures walking through the street with his wallet in his mouth. Assuming he could carry it around, his actions would still draw attention to himself, which he supposes could be useful if his first choice can’t be found. But for now, as he tries to map out the world at a cat’s eye-level, he chooses to remain as inconspicuous as possible.
(Liar Game, Akiyama, untitled kitty!fic)
6.
“I'd like my fortune told.” Nao said, putting a 500 yen coin on the table.
The fortune teller gives her a goofy little smile as he pockets it, which on a face very similar to Akiyama's makes her laugh a little. Never mind that Akiyama would never, ever try and tell a fortune. Except in certain circumstances, and even then...it would probably be more of a psychological trick than any genuine form of divination.
“Hands out.”
Nao holds her palms up.
The fortune teller, takes her wrists with a lightest touch, and stares at them. At some point, that easygoing expression fades into something much more familiar to Nao. Somehow she imagines a sharp intellect analyzing those lines in her hands, and a conclusion that isn't all together nice.
“What's wrong?”
“You have a very interesting fate line, Miss Nao. Very interesting indeed. How is everything with your boyfriend?”
(Liar Game/Forbidden Divination Nao/Akiyama & Asuka Kiryuu, untitled x-over)
7.
Though no right thinking human would ever believe the Truth of the situation, especially none that believe only in what can be proved and codified by the human sciences, the Liar Game itself is actually a chessboard in a “friendly” game between an archangel and a demon prince, to demonstrate irrefutably whether humans really do tend to come together or fall apart when brought under amazing stress.
Technically, the game is private and unsanctioned. The Demon Prince and Archangel involved remain “anonymous” in the light of other Superiors, although anyone with an ounce of Perception has fingered Malphas as the demonic culprit.
(Liar Game/In Nomine, untitled x-over fic)
8.
“So now, tell me why Akiyama would help you.”
Nao looks down at her hands, and the remnants of their chess game. But when she looks up, she has a very small, warm smile on her face. She leans in conspiratorially, and those dark eyes sparkle in the low, atmospheric light. “Isn't it obvious, Yokoya-san?” Her voice manages to be low and light at the same time. Is she seducing him?
Is he falling for her? No, no. Can't be. She's his antithesis. She's every weakness in the world that needs to wither and die.
“Akiyama-san helps me out because I asked him to.”
How stupidly naïve. How simple. How utterly her to take everything like that at face value. People like Akiyama don't just help people like Kanzaki Nao. Not without an ulterior motive. Not when those as weak as Kanzaki Nao exist to be preyed upon and nothing more.
(Liar Game, Nao/Yokoya, untitled)
9.
Midnight. The bells ring and cease. Nothing comes out of the shadows to get her. Nao relaxes. If she's not taken, there will still be a game of sorts, but at least now she won't be alone. She and Akiyama could probably win together but only if Akiyama still remains too. Then Nao would still team up with Fukunaga or Akagi. Fear still rushes through her, and the sound of her heartbeat still pounds in her ears.
A hand clamps across her mouth. Nao tries to scream, but the sounds are muffled. A single flashlight turns on, and Nao sees a group of figures, dressed completely in black except for their plain white masks. Belatedly, she realizes: It's she who will vanish.
The game begins, this time for real.
(Liar Game,spook_me fic, The Girl Who Vanished)
Post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y. Doubt it but who knows. Nine fics, first and last ones are the only I'm truly invested in finishing.
1.
"I was in plenty of movies," Daisy says, thinking back to the era. "There were good times and bad times."
"Girl, you were pretty," Roxy says.
"No," Daisy grabs her coat and her post it. She's got a reap in an hour, and she's in dire need of a manicure; she's not going to get into this debate right now. "I was talented."
(Dead Like Me, Daisy, Daisy as a black actress during the 1930s, for Racebending Revenge)
2.
Quinn sneaks in through the back door. Parents are in the living room, so Quinn and her package (well both the plain wrapped one, and the one underneath her dress, sneak up the back stairs and into the bedroom where she's spent her whole childhood. Underneath the purple colored walls is the ducky wallpaper that covered her nursery. Such an innocent room. A bastion of purity.
She takes her keys and breaks the clear tape seal. With trembling fingertips, she opens the plain brown flaps, and lifts the contents out. If her parents downstairs, watching Glenn Beck, knew what was happening just above their heads, they would have a heart-attack. This secret, this smaller one, thrills her.
The gift comes in two pieces. Part A—black, leather and strappy—will fit over Quinn's hips—the blurb on the website said it was adjustable so even when she gets all bloated, she'll still be able to use it, and back after this whole baby thing is over with, she'll still have fun with it. Part B—about seven inches long, two inches in circumference, silicone, and in an eye pleasing shade of iridescent light pink, slides into a hole in Part A.
(Glee, Quinn, untitled pegging fic)
3.
This is not a comprehensive list of the incidents or harassments, but rather a few select highlights collected from my extensive spreadsheet.
I am submitting this letter to you anonymously, but rest assured that I am well connected to the local chapter of the ACLU and ignoring this letter and letting this frankly hostile and dangerous attitude towards transgender and other non-gender conforming youths continue unabated will bring the full force of the ACLU raining down upon your ears.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
P.S. The gold star affixed to my declaration of anonymity is neither an admission of my identity nor an indication of my approval of the district's current response to these incidents.
(Glee, mtf!Rachel, A Letter of Concern)
4.
And of course, the question gets asked:
"So tell us Minako, the lyrics to your recent singles have been quite…mature in comparison to what we've been hearing from you in the past. What was your inspiration for this song?"
It's always the same, Minako, who has spent her career skillfully dodging around the other aspects of her life, chronic illness, and her duties as a sailor senshi, gets faced down with the question that threatens to open her up to the world.
Minako cannot tell the truth in this case. It was perhaps three in the morning after one of her and Rei's rare nights together, in a post –coital burst of inspiration that she wrote most of her songs on the new album, taking periodic breaks to look at Rei's face, the sternness softened while she slept.
So she buys herself time first.
"I draw my inspiration from my own life and what I imagine is the life of my fans, and as I develop as an artist, I'm finding my experiences are maturing as well. I find I can't write the same songs I did when I was sixteen, because I'm not sixteen anymore and neither is my fanbase."
Kimura crosses her legs and prepares to go in for the more direct question. "When you say 'maturing experiences' are you talking about a boyfriend?"
(PGSM, Minako/Rei, originally for Fragments of Sappho)
5.
The next question, perhaps the more important one, is how does he return to his human shape? The first thing he thinks of is an ally. Human hands and the ability to speak--and the ability to confirm that Akiyama is not, in fact, going having delusions as a result of too much time spent scheming. Once he finds a human--not so hard, he supposes--they’re all around him, the next trick will be letting them know who he is. That, he thinks will be a little harder, considering the closest to saying his name he can do so far is meow four syllables.
He looks at his clothing standing the middle of sidewalk. Identification. If he finds someone--and he doesn’t delude himself as to his first choice of someone--he can at least make a connection between Akiyama Shinichi and this cat-form. So then, how to get the identification currently in the left-front pocket of his pants to the eyes of the person who will help him?
Briefly, he pictures walking through the street with his wallet in his mouth. Assuming he could carry it around, his actions would still draw attention to himself, which he supposes could be useful if his first choice can’t be found. But for now, as he tries to map out the world at a cat’s eye-level, he chooses to remain as inconspicuous as possible.
(Liar Game, Akiyama, untitled kitty!fic)
6.
“I'd like my fortune told.” Nao said, putting a 500 yen coin on the table.
The fortune teller gives her a goofy little smile as he pockets it, which on a face very similar to Akiyama's makes her laugh a little. Never mind that Akiyama would never, ever try and tell a fortune. Except in certain circumstances, and even then...it would probably be more of a psychological trick than any genuine form of divination.
“Hands out.”
Nao holds her palms up.
The fortune teller, takes her wrists with a lightest touch, and stares at them. At some point, that easygoing expression fades into something much more familiar to Nao. Somehow she imagines a sharp intellect analyzing those lines in her hands, and a conclusion that isn't all together nice.
“What's wrong?”
“You have a very interesting fate line, Miss Nao. Very interesting indeed. How is everything with your boyfriend?”
(Liar Game/Forbidden Divination Nao/Akiyama & Asuka Kiryuu, untitled x-over)
7.
Though no right thinking human would ever believe the Truth of the situation, especially none that believe only in what can be proved and codified by the human sciences, the Liar Game itself is actually a chessboard in a “friendly” game between an archangel and a demon prince, to demonstrate irrefutably whether humans really do tend to come together or fall apart when brought under amazing stress.
Technically, the game is private and unsanctioned. The Demon Prince and Archangel involved remain “anonymous” in the light of other Superiors, although anyone with an ounce of Perception has fingered Malphas as the demonic culprit.
(Liar Game/In Nomine, untitled x-over fic)
8.
“So now, tell me why Akiyama would help you.”
Nao looks down at her hands, and the remnants of their chess game. But when she looks up, she has a very small, warm smile on her face. She leans in conspiratorially, and those dark eyes sparkle in the low, atmospheric light. “Isn't it obvious, Yokoya-san?” Her voice manages to be low and light at the same time. Is she seducing him?
Is he falling for her? No, no. Can't be. She's his antithesis. She's every weakness in the world that needs to wither and die.
“Akiyama-san helps me out because I asked him to.”
How stupidly naïve. How simple. How utterly her to take everything like that at face value. People like Akiyama don't just help people like Kanzaki Nao. Not without an ulterior motive. Not when those as weak as Kanzaki Nao exist to be preyed upon and nothing more.
(Liar Game, Nao/Yokoya, untitled)
9.
Midnight. The bells ring and cease. Nothing comes out of the shadows to get her. Nao relaxes. If she's not taken, there will still be a game of sorts, but at least now she won't be alone. She and Akiyama could probably win together but only if Akiyama still remains too. Then Nao would still team up with Fukunaga or Akagi. Fear still rushes through her, and the sound of her heartbeat still pounds in her ears.
A hand clamps across her mouth. Nao tries to scream, but the sounds are muffled. A single flashlight turns on, and Nao sees a group of figures, dressed completely in black except for their plain white masks. Belatedly, she realizes: It's she who will vanish.
The game begins, this time for real.
(Liar Game,
spook_me fic, The Girl Who Vanished)
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Date: 2010-10-27 05:07 am (UTC)