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Dec. 21st, 2013 12:02 am
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Rewritten fairy tales:

Rudy and the Beast.

The Beast is a car, but the term also applies to the rough around the edge mechanic who restores it.

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Jan. 30th, 2013 04:10 pm
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From part of that same Alice fic I was working on but put to the side to work on LT3 things.

Alice is not as easy to find as Hatter thinks. He rather expected he'd waltz through the Glass, take two steps and find himself at Alice's door, easy as anything. He steps out instead into an alley and that's where he finds her lying. He carries her out and is stunning by the differences between her world and his. He manages to get help, get her to a hospital, but before he can wait for her to wake, he's pushed away, family only they say, and he can't get in to see her.

They won't tell him where she lives.

There are a lot of people named Alice in her world, and none of the ones he finds the day after she gets released are the right one.

Hatter learns that surnames are important in this world; they distinguish people with the same given name. He realizes he doesn't know hers.

Much as he hates doing it, he goes back to Wonderland, visits Jack. Jack's King now with his hands so very busy, full of his kingdom and of the duchess. Hatter's only too eager to leave them both to their devices after he learns he has to look for Alice Hamilton. He begrudgingly accepts advice from Jack and ventures back to Alice's world.

He hopes this is the last time he has to go back to Wonderland, unless he's going with Alice.
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I started this a very long time ago, and then fell out of the fandom so I abandoned it. I just dug it back up while looking for something to post here and realized I'd very much like to get back to it. This is a Harry Potter/Beauty and the Beast crossover I started writing for [personal profile] yabamena Back in the Before Time. Maybe I'll be able to finish it sometime now that I've since poked my head back into HP.

Once upon a time there was a handsome prince. )


Um yeah so if Draco's Beauty in this scenario, Blaise is the Beast. I remember some vague intentions about this and I really need to get back to it. Especiallys ince Blaise/Draco is one of my fave pairings and Beauty and the Beast is one of my fave fairy tales.

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Jan. 15th, 2013 11:05 am
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So this fell out of me yesterday and I figured I'd post part of it here while I work on other stuff. This is from a fanfic I'll finish hopefully sooner rather than later, from Syfy's Alice, aka my absolute favorite interpretation so far despite the fact that everyone in it was so very very white. Anyway it's not all from Alice's mother's POV but this part is. Spoilers, now that I think about it, because it takes place after the end of the mini-series. It will eventually be Hatter/Alice.

Carol doesn't know why Alice seems a little different since her accident, and she doesn't ask why Alice is suddenly grieving all over again for her father. She asks, just once, and it sends Alice into tears the likes of which Carol hasn't seen since Alice was a child. Since it became clear her father, Carol's husband, was never coming home. Carol doesn't ask why Alice stops looking for her father. It's as though she's decided he's dead, but Carol has no idea what makes her think that, even if it's something she convinced herself of years ago.

It's not that Carol doesn't care or that she doesn't want to talk about it. It's that she knows Alice needs some time to heal. She just wished she knew from what.
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\mm/

I wrote over 2000 words in under three hours. If I can keep up this kind of steam, then nano shouldn't be as difficult as I've been worrying. If I can get ahead early on, maybe if I stall a little later I can still keep up and win it!

Another excerpt from my bb shousetu story:
23rd October 2010

Still no sign of Chang anywhere. I've been back every night, just a few hours, just in case. I don't want to skip a night, in case he shows up the one night I choose not to go. I have no other way to contact him. We didn't exchange numbers, emails, anything. All I can do is go to the one place I saw him and hope he shows up there again. So far, it's been nothing but disappointment.

I should just let it go, right? It was a one night stand, maybe it didn't mean anything to him. I was pretty drunk, I could have imagined some of it. Like the weird town I thought I was in. The more I try to remember, the fuzzier it all is, but I could swear I all stumbled out away from everyone else. The party was in a huge field, we we could get away with underage drinking, where no one was around. I walked away from everyone, and just kept walking until I fell over something. The ground was comfortable, I remember that, and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in a bedroom, inside a house huge enough to be a mansion. Soft sheets, cool pillows, and a beautiful stranger looking at me.

I came onto him, I think. I mean I was really drunk and he was just gorgeous. I thought he might have been a girl at first, he was that pretty. But that didn't stop me, and Chang didn't either. I woke up alone, but he'd left that red scarf with me. I didn't dream him. I couldn't have.

--Shuo

An excerpt

Oct. 20th, 2010 07:16 pm
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This is from the story I'm working on for BB Shousetsu, which may or may not be done in time for the deadline.

11th October 2010 4:35 PM

I still can't find him. I've been back to the same spot every day for over three weeks straight. No, it's actually been closer to a month. I can't sleep well, I can't concentrate. At times I feel like I don't even want to. TJ and Kim keep saying I'm acting crazy, like a man possessed, and maybe they're right, but I just can't let go. I go through my classes like a robot, not participating, not even hearing what anyone's saying. There's a fine line between a powerful infatuation and obsession, and I think I crossed it at least a week ago.

I skipped class after lunch and went back to the field. It's kind of pathetic, but I spent hours sitting there, in that same field where I woke up after Mei Ling's party on this past Thursday. If I wasn't still holding that red scarf, the taste of Chang still on my lips, I would have thought it had been a dream. But he's real; his scarf's still right next to me. It's like a mantra; I keep thinking it, saying it over and over, day by day. I can't stop thinking about him.

--Shuo


There's more written but I'll post the remainder later.
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I did more brainstorming than writing today, but I did add a few paragraphs to Ai's birthday fic. It won't be entirely done by the 30th, but I can give her parts of it, enough for the surprise factor anyway :D Current word count is 1039.

I also managed to find a tale to work with for my BB Shousetsu story though. I was torn between just doing folkloric elements, or actually revisiting an existing tale, and found a happy medium. I'll be working with the moon rabbit but not strictly from Chinese or Japanese legends. I'm was thinking of tinkering with the Native American aspect as well, so this could be an exercise in fun or frustration for me. We'll see which. I'm hoping to actually get to writing it soon, but I want to get to a decent point in Ai's fic first, thus I have no word count to speak of yet.

Progress

Sep. 21st, 2010 03:34 pm
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So I'm gonna try to use this to start marking progress on full length novels as well as posting the shorter stuff that I uh, haven't been posting. >.>

Anyway current projects:

1. birthday fic for Ai. No details for now because it'll be a surprise. Will be posted here when it's done. It's coming along well though, and I gotta try my damndest to get it done in time.

2. BB Shousetsu submission. Folkloric, slashy, pr0ny, will be posted when done. It'll be f-locked here, but I'm gonna post a link to the public submission as well. I'm thinking of submitting it to Torquere Press when it's done, if it fits criteria. My idea so far is very basic. I know it's going to be very vaguely like Brigadoon, but I don't want it to just seem like "a version" of it. Still the feeling of the town being there one moment and gone another is a big part of it. I only have a few sentences written.

3. The Oneric Chronicles. This is my Novel in Two Years project that's...not quite where it should be, but I'm still plugging along.

So that's all for now, but I'm in a hell of a good mood right now :D
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I am working on a collection of retold fairy tales - emphasis on 'fairy'. That is, these are all gay retellings, usually replacing the relevant princess with a prince. I've done two already and it made me want to write eight more and put them in a collection I plan to publish on Lulu.

So here's just a bit of brainstorming. Feel free to ignore.

Read more... )

Feel free to leave comments wherever you want. On this post, the individual stories, anything.
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I always loved stories, ever since I was a child. My mother would sit me in her lap, wrapped in the folds of her cloak and skirt, hold me close, and tell me tale after tale. She told me most often of the one of my namesake, one of a pale girl, with skin white as mine. This girl, however, had a sister as I did not. Her sister Rose Red looked little like her. The sister was a bright girl with apples in her cheeks, scarlet glint in her hair. She was small and full of energy, charismatic and easily won the love of any around her. She had pink cheeks, freckled skin, and eyes the color of the sky. That was their only similarity, those eyes. Snow White was tall and fair, not a spot on her skin, with hair blacker than night. She was quiet, gentle, and made friends with far less ease than her sister. I could have been her twin.

Fairest of them all )
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This. Is something different. I wanted to try my hand at a fairy tale, so this is not my usual style. I liked it however, and I will be writing several more. Some of you may have read this already; I wrote it months ago, but am only posting now.

By the way. It's long.


Let Down Your Hair )

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