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Title: In Ourselves and Our Stars
Fandom: Merlin
Characters/Pairings: Gwen/Morgana
Ratings/Warnings: PG, dire situations
Written for: this prompt at the Picture's Worth 1000 Words comment meme.
Wordcount: 1100
A/N: Spaceship!AU, because... I can.

You never know what's going to happen, after all. )
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Everyone loves a good zombie apocalypse AU, right? Or story, if we’re talking origfic. After all, it’s a cool idea, inherently dramatic - our intrepid heroes trapped and desperate as they fight off hordes and hordes of monstrous, mindless, slavering, hungering, rotting mobile corpses -

Wait. Rewind that a bit. No, no, past there:

Rotting.


Okay, hold that thought. Now: how do you kill a zombie?

Answers vary - fire, various religious methods, cut off its head, et cetera. Most agree that the last works, though, or at the very least that caving in the brain will do it. No more brain equals no more zombie, just a lump of now-harmless flesh. (Yeah, don’t eat it, don’t go near it, but it won’t jump up and eat you anymore.)

Okay, now back up to that thought you’re holding. Zombies are rotting. All of them - including that very vital brain. Shambling around will most likely not slow down this process, and many forms of zombie apocalypse don’t re-animate the normally dead, which means that they won’t be embalmed. Sure, some variants of the virus that cause zombies to exist will also slow down decomposition, but they can only do so by so much. After all, they aren’t very good zombies if they aren’t rotting.

Say the embalmed come back to semi-life. Say the virus slows decomposition. Say the infection takes a while to spread around the globe. I’d still say that within ten years at the absolute outset - with a little luck, maybe within less than one -  every last zombie will have rotted to a pile of bones.

Survivors, the world is yours. And given that your apocalypse was zombies rather than bombs or war, then there’s probably a fair bit left - buildings, roads, cars, et cetera. Is society as we knew it going to be immediately restored? If we got the the apocalypse stage, then eh, probably not. Is the human race as a whole fucked? It depends on the numbers of survivors - I don’t know enough about genetics to say how many you’d need - but I’d put my money on a bounce-back, there. Even if not, said survivors might just have a decent while left to live and find each other, might even be happy. And the rest of our planet’s flora and fauna, well, according to the rules of most zombie viruses then they’re fine. (They kind of have to be - imagine if you had to worry about zombie bugs. Or even mice. You ever try to keep mice out of a
place when they really want to be in there?) Who knows, the bears or the dolphins might develop sentience.

I still don’t want to look out my window and see zombies, but I don’t think it would be the sign that it’s time for the species to throw in the towel.
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Title: Left and Leaving
Fandom: Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland
Characters/Pairings: Alice/Tarrant, sort of
Rating/Warnings: PG, Victorian concepts of 'madness'
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] ficcinintherain, mix "When the Sun Shines."
Wordcount: 850
A/N: Title from an album by The Weakerthans; I don't actually have any idea what they sound like, but I know I got the title from somewhere and that's what comes up when I Google it. So.

It is certainly better than never having seen him again, at least. )
sour_idealist: (FC | best to choose to be the monster)
Meme swiped from [livejournal.com profile] viorica8957 :

+ Pick one [or more!] of my icons.
+ I will (try my best to) write you at least one sentence of something vaguely resembling fiction based on said icon.
This would, I think, work better if I had more icons. If we share a fandom for which you have icons, use said icon and I might write something based on that as well?
sour_idealist: (Dr. Who | Hello Sweetie)
Probably won't significantly affect anyone, but I look to be incommunicado until Friday, should anyone want to say hello. Catching up on everything should be fun.
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Title: War Without End
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Characters/Pairings: Raven, Charles, [Erik, Angel, Emma, Brotherhood]
Rating/Warnings: PG, allusions to assault, discussions of extreme poverty
Written for: N/A
Wordcount: ~600
A/N: This is, essentially, a story about privilege. As some of it is about the kinds I have (not quite to the degree portrayed, but sort of), please let me know if there's anything offensive here. I promise not to start a shitstorm.

It took her years to stop stealing rolls. )
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Title: The View From Up Here
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Characters/Pairings: Charles, Erik, Angel, Raven, Sean, Alex, Armando [Skip] Implied Charles/Erik, Raven/Angel, and Alex/Armando.
Ratings/Warnings:
G, barring lots of exceedingly foul language.
Written for: At the encouragement of [livejournal.com profile] gyzym  and [livejournal.com profile] littledust after a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] gyzym  about this picture.
Wordcount: 1900
A/N: ...well, this is a hell of a way to start on a new fandom. I don't even know, you guys. This is ridiculous crack (except it has bits that aren't.) AU wherein everyone lives and remains on the same side, and I do not apologize for that element, but I do apologize for everything else.

Charles's sympathy is slightly diminished by the fact that he is in a tree. )
sour_idealist: (Dr. Who | Hello Sweetie)
First: A Softer World remixes!

2 x Brick, 1 x Sucker Punch )

----

Second: there was a meme on Tumblr wherein one's friends proposed a hypothetical cast and then you created a false movie poster and synopsis with that cast and inspired by a randomly selected ("randomly") song. I ended up making three. Two had the casts suggested by [livejournal.com profile] 1st_eggokage; the first was inspired by "Turning" from Les Miserables (sort of), the second by "In My Veins" by Andrew Belle. The third synopsis was all me, inspired by "St. Stephen's Cross" by Vienna Teng.

I had a lot of fun with this. )

And finally, one Merlin wallpaper. )
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Dialogue from the family on X-Men: First Class:

My youngest brother: All the superhero girls in that movie were evil or turned evil, though!

This was after five minutes of gushing, but the dude is ten - if he's having that thought process at that age, I'm keeping him.

Further thoughts on the movie include that it could have been a truly incredible story about oppression and intersectionality and how a lack of privilege in one area does not mean you can't be a total asshole in other areas, particularly by combining the mutant stuff with the real-world stuff and making the gay text, so you'd have the mutants and the presence or absence of visibility and also being gay or Jewish or non-white or female or any and many combinations of all of it, which sounds really dull on paper but could just HURT SO GOOD on screen. It'd be about both those moments when someone says "I understand" and you know they don't and can't, and those moments when someone tells you their story and you love them incredibly in that moment because you've felt the exact same thing and finally someone else does, and most of all about the incongruity of having both of those moments with the same person.

And I'm not sure that that sounds any more interesting because it's a hard thing to sum up, but if the movie had gone there and been that story I would be flapping my hands and shouting "MY BOOOYYYSS, MY GIIIIRLS" for about six months. As it isn't, I really want someone to write fic about that, one that leads up and builds up to a satisfactory conclusion where they all understand as much as they can and grasp that some things they can't understand and everybody builds the school all together all at once and a lot of people get married.

For those who don't feel like reading or writing an epic novel but got annoyed by Charles's smarmy arrogance and its general acceptance by everyone who wasn't a villain, have Strategy by [livejournal.com profile] apiphile, which dives into those, explores it, and ends up quite terrifying.
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By which I mean: Tonight I saw X-Men: First Class.

To the surprise of nobody, I have thoughts!

Spoilers... )
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THE FANFICTION LOVE MEME


(The title line is a lie; I will probably do this again eventually. I'll try not to do it too much, though.)
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Title: Thicker Than Blood
Fandoms: Inception, Ouran High School Host Club
Characters/Pairings: Saito, the Hosts
Ratings/Warnings: PG, one of those '[character] and [character] are the same person' fics
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] crossovers_las, prompt 'blood relations
Wordcount: ~800
A/N: This is the result of forgetting the deadline and being absolutely without the slightest idea of what to write. This should explain the strangeness of the fusion, a bit.

Saito's family - his real family, not his brothers, not his father - are the ones who keep him company through Limbo. )
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Title: At Least the War is Over
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters/Pairings: Azula/Ty Lee, background canon pairings
Ratings/Warnings: PG, minor violence
Written for: this commentfest, prompt 'three times Ty Lee almost visits Azula and the one time she does.'
Word Count: 1100
A/N: Well, this wasn't how I intended to spend that evening. Title from "In Our Bedroom After the War," by Stars.

Sometimes we leave people because we're afraid of what they've become. Some people are hard to leave no matter what they come to be. )
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So, a while ago I was swearing up and down that somewhere or other I'd read a Tortall fanfic about Alanna going to the convent and becoming a temple guard, but I couldn't find it for the life of me.

BINGO. I present to you: nuns fret not at their convent's narrow walls, by ambyr.

(A part of me is tempted to hunt through my various bookmarks to make a recs post. As those bookmarks are currently scattered across three [edit: four] sites, I'm not actually going to, but someday I shall.)
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I swear that fic will return to this space one of these days! Really! I'm working on stuff!

IN THE MEANTIME:

Ask me my fannish Top Five [whatevers]. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them all in a new post in the comments of this post, because I am lazy.

Swiped from... well, a number of people, but most directly from [livejournal.com profile] 1st_eggokage. Doesn't even have to be fannish, particularly!
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Actually, two things happened and caused a third. 1) It's JUNE, also known as the sixth month of 2011, how did that happen? 2) This showed up on my flist and my resulting excitement reminded me that actually, yeah, I love Final Fantasy XIII with all my heart. The ladies in this game are truly amazing, you guys.

So, the thing that this post is actually about: I'm now signed up for [livejournal.com profile] thelittlebang for FFXIII.

...this is going to end well.

My plan at the moment is to run with a band AU (encouraged, also, by this picture.) Planned lineup:

- Fang, singer
- Vanille, lead guitarist
- Serah, drums/keyboard
- Lightning, bass guitar (reluctantly)
- Snow, rhythm guitar/keyboard

Edit because I was rushed:
- Sazh: manager
- Hope: fanboy

(Okay, you explain how you're getting a fourteen-year-old and a forty-year-old to be actually a part of a band of college-age kids.)

Main pairing Fang/Vanille, background Snow/Serah, and I will chew the nearest hat if some Serah + Lightning family stuff doesn't float in there by the end.

NOW HOW DOES MUSIC WORK.
sour_idealist: (Brick | smoke-eyed and burning)

Title: Men Do Not Sham Convulsion
Fandom: Brick
Characters/Pairings: Brendan/Laura
Ratings/Warnings: R, sex, less-than-soothing descriptions of injury. [Sex is between characters in their late teens but of otherwise ambiguous age; I'm proceeding under the assumption that they're 18.]
Written for: N/A
Wordcount: 2000
A/N: Thanks for betaing, Laura! ([livejournal.com profile] viorica8957 - the name is a coincidence, as far as I know.) Also, I'm now responsible for almost a third of this fandom's section on the AO3, which is... awkward. Title courtesy Emily Dickinson; the lines quoted are from the same poem.

Sometimes these things happen, in a few hours in someone else's bedroom when everyone's on the edge of cracking - or maybe cracked already - and stupid impulses take over. None of it really matters. )
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Comment with any ship (romantic or platonic or maybe even non-existent!) from a fandom that you know I have some knowledge about, and I will rant about aforementioned ship. This may be incoherent gushing or exclamations of disgust, depending on your ship of choice.


I will try to keep the disgust to a minimum.
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Two things. One: in the Internet equivalent of deciding I need a haircut, I have mucked merrily about with... almost everything about my LJ, actually. Apologies to anyone who clicked by while it was in the WHAT THE HELL WHERE IS MY TEXT phase of the project. Two, I am actually unveiling a bit of fic that hasn't been posted here before! (It's from the most recent round of [livejournal.com profile] crossovers_las.)

Title: Festering
Fandoms:  Inception, Never Let Me Go (bookverse)
Characters/Pairings: Arthur, Eames
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, swearing, minor violence, MAJOR SPOILERS for Never Let Me Go.
Written for: crossovers_las, prompt "[character] gets lost."
Wordcount: 1500. (The  LAS version was cut to high hell.)
A/N: Well, this was interesting enough in the writing, at least.

Arthur lives his life digging out secrets. Statistically speaking, he's going to learn a few things he regrets. )

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