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Who wants to play a game? The thing is we've pretty much all got fic that lives inside our heads but will never exist elsewhere. Maybe it's because you don't write fic. Or maybe it would just be a bad idea for whatever reason, or it's not really possible to flesh out into an actual story. Or if you are me it the latter is the reason why you don't write fic in the first place. Who knows? Possibly it's just more fun to play with in your head, where the actual details can change at will. Or you don't have time. Or you're pretty sure no one would be interested but you (except me, I am totally interested, hence this post). And sure, this is pretty much why fandom invented fic exchanges to begin with but you can't shop out all your ideas.
But it is an awful lot of fun to talk about them. And I could go for some fun today. So c'mon people, share! Any fandom, as detailed or as sparse as you wanna be. Serious or silly! What is the fic that lives in your head that is probably never going to exist elsewhere?
ENTERTAIN ME!
But it is an awful lot of fun to talk about them. And I could go for some fun today. So c'mon people, share! Any fandom, as detailed or as sparse as you wanna be. Serious or silly! What is the fic that lives in your head that is probably never going to exist elsewhere?
ENTERTAIN ME!
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There's also the infamous "the research got more interesting than the story did" pile, which is how I wound up reading about Edwardian birth control for three months now instead of ever actually writing the rest of my Gosford Park story.
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*facepalm*
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- Some really depressing fiction about the breakdown of Harry Potter's marriage from Hermione's point of view
- A Hainish Cycle epistolary novel between two people in one of those Le Guin-style group marriages who were married to the same person who died.
- ::cough:: ::augh:: A story about the life and education of Scabior the Snatcher from HP 7
- Some overresearched stuff where Mary and Robert from Gosford Park finally consummate their love and then I'm guessing someone dies or something, from how the WiP folder is going lately.
Suffer, my little puppets! Suffer! YOUR TEARS ARE SWEET LIKE CANDY.
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I've not given up on most of my WiP folder yet (currently at five pages on the Avengers-fic and no plot in sight!), but I've got one that still makes me laugh, even though I know I'll never actually finish it enough to post: the Harry Potter /Indiana Jones crossover
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the Harry Potter /Indiana Jones crossover
That is amazing and now I want it to live in my head too if you're not going to finish it.
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"I cannot believe you went back into a collapsing building for your hat."
"I like this hat."
"Uh hunh."
"It’s my lucky hat."
"You spent four hours drunk off your ass in that café outside Thebes convincing me that you don’t believe in luck, magic, destiny or fate.” Bill flicks rubble onto Indy’s shoulder.
“This from a man who carries a stick with him at all times.”
“I don’t say it’s my lucky stick.
Indiana rolled onto his back and sighed, the movement causing another cascade of pebbles to shower. “There’s an obscene joke lurking in there somewhere.”
"There’s a statue of Anubis lurking in there somewhere."
"As likely to find the first as the second. Bill, we are exhausted, the both of us. Why is this so important?’”
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and the bit that shows that Is tarted this between books six and seven:
Molly screaming "William whatever Weasley, there’s a reason that Time Turners are illegal."
"It’s not a time turner, mom."
"It’s close enough and god, haven’t you done enough?"
"Voldemort’s still out there (shakes off her gasp at the name), Harry’s disappeared, and Ron insists he doesn’t know where and the only lead we have on the Staff is in 1936 when Grindlewald still had it. If I can go back, get it when he loses it, we minimize the chances of messing our timeline, since it’s been lost. Maybe I’ve already done it, and that’s why it disappears."
"Don’t try to confuse me with time paradoxes young man, I’m your mother and I taught you how to riddle once upon a time."
He takes her hands, knowing he won the argument already.
“Love you, take care of Fleur, all right.?”
“Hah, like she needs any help from me.” But she nods and he turns to Kingsley.
"I still don’t like it," Minerva says.
"It’s a good idea."
"No, it’s a rash idea, a desperate idea."
"And we are the final force for the safety of a world that will never know we exist and our only hope is a child playing hide and seek..."
Bill sees Ron flinch and he suspects Kingsley doesn’t miss it. They’ve been careful to include either Ron or Hermione in all discussions. No one will admit why, just as no one will press either of them too hard for information. The advantage of apparition is that it’s near-instantaneous travel. The disadvantage of apparition is that’s it’s near-instantaneous travel. As the twins found out, every coin has two sides.
"I’ve got your clothes, here’s your background. I’ve made you a veteran of the world war that had recently passed. You look a little young, but it’ll explain..." Kingsley gestures upward, "and any jumpiness."
"What me, jumpy? I’m as steady as a cat."
"Would someone explain appropriate cat-like behavior to Crookshanks? I’ve also tracked the staff’s last known location and a couple of folks that we know were looking for it at one point or another. We know that Count Resowisctz never found it and he died in '43. A Frenchman named Belloq took a contract to find it for the German leader of the time, but returned the money, so that’s a dead end. There’s another, an American professor. He’s a bit shadowed, but most of his finds were displayed at the museum that sponsored him, so clearly, he failed, too. But all three of them tried for it and you could come into contact with any of them. Here are their dossiers, your clothes are in the rucksack."
Bill peers inside. "So much for boxer briefs."
"I really didn’t want to know your underwear preference, son."
A rueful smile. A knock on the door.
"I ‘ave reconsidered," Fleur announces as she walks in.
Kingsley hides his smile and exits.
“Oh really?”
“Oui, I have decided that I cannot and should not talk you out of this rash adventure and I shall see you off properly with a reminder of why you must return to me.”
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I'm like a puppy. Feed me and I'll follow you around and trip you as you try to walk.
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If you think my brain is a scary place, imagine living in here.
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You are also one of George's favorites which is why he moped the whole time when we went to the dog park yesterday and neither you nor his friend Morty were there.
His spirits picked up later that afternoon when he got to visit Joannie in the nursing home. Lot of attention from old people plus lots of breadcrumbs and popcorn to eat plus pigeons to chase after makes for a contented George.
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I have a Doctor Who brain-fic where the Doctor takes his companion (probably Evelyn, since she is a snarky historian and thus my self-insert of choice) to meet Alexander the Great, but of course the TARDIS misses by several generations so they wind up at the much-earlier court of Archelaus instead. At first Evelyn is like, "LOL, Doctor, of course you messed up but this is still a great tourist destination, even Euripides is here!" but then of course it turns out that King Archelaus' boyfriend Craterus is really an android and there are several copies of him and one of them is planning an assassination attempt (but the other versions would not want that at ALL, and possibly one of them is the "original" but nobody knows which), and the Doctor and Evelyn have to try and sort it out properly even though neither one of them is exactly an expert in pre-Alexander Macedonian politics and they don't remember how it was supposed to be.
...all of this was because the different historical portrayals of Craterus are face-palminging contradictory. Even his name gets messed up! and there is literally a late source where there are two distinct characters named Crateuas and Crateas, and it's like he was split. (Obviously when history is confusing, the best explanation is alien time travel, not political spin or shoddy fact-finding.)
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I rather like this idea. 8-)
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Then there's the White Collar story I wish I could write about my fanon backstory for Elizabeth, but it's not so much a story as "and then Elizabeth did all this cool shit and had FEELINGS."
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Miss Hornblower is a very rash thing Hornblower did to get his men out of a scrape when he was, oh, approximately an acting lieutenant. I have read entirely too much about Regency women's clothing (the style was high-waisted dresses, essentially empire waist, which meant nobody was really corseting, there was no emphasis on distorting the actual waist. Women's most restrictive undergarment was the short stays, which usually didn't even have bone and people I'm reading keep comparing them to the corsets in HOW MIRACULOUSLY UNLIKE THEY ARE when as far as I can tell what short stays actually were, were bras. In the pre-elastic underthings era. I mean, yes, you had to have some way to fit it on, so there were like 3-4 holes worth of laces, but honestly tightening the laces on short stays? in nooooo way like doing it on a corset. LUCKY HORATIO, I DID NOT WANT TO WRITE CORSETING ANYWAY). Anyway I think his men are slight a-croggle at his get-up and he is like "How is this different from other forms of subterfuge we have employed" (because Hornblower has on at least one occasion taken a French ship by sneaking up on some French soldiers and stealing their uniforms; and on another occasion on a ship they'd had captured "forgot" to take down the French flag until after he'd shot up three French ships attacking his captain's ship--neither of which are strictly fair play) and Styles--probably Styles, the films have Matthews and Styles as men who serve under him for the whole series, which is more character continuity than the more realistic books had--Styles says that is perhaps a bit different! And Hornblower snaps that it is only his dignity on the line so perhaps they can shut up and let him get on rescuing them.
What scrape he is rescuing them from is still rather nebulous in my head. I am just a-squee at Hornblower in a dress. I am thinking it is an intrigue of some sort, rather than an out-and-out military action. And then their captain, Pellew, shows up--and then, I wrote a lot about this at the time, it went approximately like so.
But then there's more. Because Pellew keeps "corresponding" with Miss Hornblower by handing his young officer missives to send to his "sister." Somewhere I have a note about Hornblower having invented internet anonymity via pink stationery. Just. Facepalm. It is... sort of... an... unacknowledged, unconsummated affaire de coeur? That somehow never gets past the bounds of impropriety because in the back of his head Hornblower is always semi-chaperoning his "sister," watching Pellew for behavior he would, you know, have to insist Pellew desist or do the honorable thing if there actually were a sister. I mean, this is complicated by the fact that as well as Miss Hornblower not actually being a woman or having an existence beyond the few hours Horatio spends in character now and again, Pellew is married. With children close to Horatio's age. (It never comes up in the films and I don't know if it does in the books but Sir Pellew is a real historical figure. Who named his son and heir "Pownoll Bastard Pellew" and damned if I wouldn't like an explanation for THAT. I imagine either the dates of his naval service conflict with dates of pregnancy, or it was a very odd comment on the character of his own mentor, Philemon Pownoll, after whom he presumably named his son.)
But I have this whole thing built in my head where only three or four intensely loyal people are in on Horatio's occasional bouts of drag when they are in a port where plausible deniability can be applied to Miss Hornblower dining with Pellew. Until Horatio is getting married (a thing that was more or less a disaster in canon, not least because he was pretty damn married to Bush, his XO) and Miss Hornblower tries to have an encoded conversation with Pellew about 'her' impending wedding and how she can no longer have dinners with admirals and Pellew can't get a direct answer about how Miss Hornblower feels about her fiancé(e) (because does Hornblower love Maria? or have just a vast sense of duty? it is unclear and kind of failboat) and Pellew is understandably CONCERNED and trying to ask if there is some reason (Miss) Hornblower is COMPELLED to wed without breaking the illusion of talking to the sister and not his officer and Hornblower just gets even more upset about it, because my god here they are admitting to INAPPROPRIATE FEELINGS FOR ONE ANOTHER, OBLIQUELY AND BY IMPLICATION, IT IS SO TERRIBLE.
Hornblower's angst is sort of epic and tragic and ridiculous. *nails hand to forehead*