March 10th, 2003

elijah

Crazy, baby.

vonnie_k has unknowingly started a meme of stories she'd like to see. At least, I call it a meme, so there you go. Here's my list, which isn't nearly as long, except in description:

1. A CLex story where Lex gets plotzed by some green meteor rock and regresses to Clark's age, and Clark has his hands full trying to control him. Wild, rebellious, lunatic Lex on the edge, saying hey, look at this cool house I have! And all this money! And hey, cars! Throwing huge parties in the mansion, drinking wildly and doing all sorts of horrifying drugs, sleeping with anything that moves, coming onto Clark constantly until Clark goes cross-eyed with lust. Clark is trying to keep Papa Luthor from finding out what's going on--amusement value in Clark coaching Lex how to talk to his father. Lex playing the role of Lex, sitting behind his desk with his legs up, elaborating story after asinine story attributed to the wisdom of ancient Greeks, the poet Byron, medieval monks, Jesuit philosophers, matching his father's remarks with whatever takes his whim, fabricating to the point of obvious bullshit, but doing it so skillfully that his father can't quite call him on it. Lex shooting a Nerf gun at his father's back as he stalks off. Et cetera.

2. A story where Angel really falls in love with Wes, slowly, painfully, and Wes falls in love back--tracing this over time as Gunn and then Fred join AI, or setting it just post-Fred and alluding back to preslashiness of the developing relationship. And they can't consummate it, and they don't want to reveal themselves to the others, so they ache and hunger and brush up against each other until they're both going crazy all the time, and sometimes Wes is hurt or narrowly avoids death and Angel freaks out and kisses him fiercely behind closed doors, and once they come incredibly close to doing it in his office, fumbling with their clothes half ripped off. And as it's becoming too painful to bear, Cordy slaps them upside the head and says, look, you need to figure out what to do because you're driving us all crazy and if Angel goes Angelus on us, we're not gonna be happy. So they figure out some way to circumvent the curse, either temporarily or permanently, and they're freed up to have wild crazy sex, but demon attacks keep thwarting them and finally they do it in a really inappropriate place, up against a wall somewhere, rutting like dogs, and...then, well, other stuff happens. I don't know what.

3. A really shmoopy Spike/Xander story where they become close friends, and during all kinds of fun plot, we see increasingly intense glimpses of almost brotherly love, and then terrible things happen to Spike, and Xander comforts him and there's sex, and more sweetness and tenderness.

4. Yeah, I want a Spike-in-a-brothel story. Slave!Spike. AU. Whatever. I want someone else to write it, and I want it to be fabulously depraved and very hot, and yet strangely plausible, realistic, and in character.

5. A story where Angel finds out about Spike and Buffy, and is massively seething, and when Spike shows up for some reason in L.A. he whips Spike's souled ass, then rides it for a while, yay, and then they climb down off the walls and bond a bit. And Spike decides he doesn't want to go back to Sunnydale, and hangs out in L.A. And Buffy gets annoyed and comes down to collect him, but he's settled in. The three of them have a huge flare-out of tempers, during some point in which they figure out that Angel can't have perfect happiness as long as Spike's around to triangulate their desire, and so they have a kinky threesome with lots of fun combinations, and Buffy starts getting addicted to seeing them, visiting all the time, until it becomes apparent that Angel *is* in fact starting to seem rather too happy with the sitch, which fragments them into a million, angsty pieces. Of course, I actually like happy endings, but I'm afraid that isn't looking too rosy....

At some point I really should do that meme of stories left unfinished on my hard drive (or left unwritten in my head).

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elijah

junk on the hard drive

I've been meaning to post on this meme for a while. Gacked from poisoninjest, unwritten stories on my hard drive.

1. A really nasty snippet from a Sentinel PWP I'll never write, because...wow. Nasty. I mean, there are nasty plots and then there's nasty writing, in which one uses the word "whinny" without irony. Letting that one go. Yeah.

2. An AU retelling of the Sentinel pilot, called "Flight," in which Blair was a con man--not just metaphorically, but literally. I wrote a startlingly long chunk, now that I look at it. I liked the feel of what I was writing, and yet it didn't grab me in a truly visceral way. And besides, did the world need yet another novelization of a so-so Sentinel episode from me? Probably not.

3. Um. Wow. The beginning of a Harry/Snape story that I apparently wrote during a fugue state. I'm so bowled over that I'm nearly ready to attribute it to someone else, something I downloaded a copy of from online, but the style seems recognizably mine, and it's just a page or so.

4. The sequel to "In a Dark Time: Ascension," in which I suddenly started writing in disturbingly poetic first person. This can actually be found on my X-Files page.

5. Oh my god. The, yet again, surprisingly substantial beginning to a Stargate story in which Jack and Daniel would be forced to move in together because of a fire at Daniel's place. Wow, I was really planning on working the domesticity angle there, it seems.

6. Two Stargate slavery story outlines. One where Daniel is a slave, another where Jack is a slave (which I referred to briefly in a recent post).

7. A brief description of Francesca's private Sentinel challenge, saved in its own file, which we shall call, "The great Underaged Fire and Turban Sex challenge." She wrote a story and I didn't. Didn't even try. {g} The challenge in full, to quote Ces: "So, see, if I'm gonna do an underaged Jim and Blair story--I want turbans, fire, camels, people gibbering in arabic, Naomi's gauzy dress catching fire, maybe trumpets. Faces smeared with dirt. A brass band. Muffins."

8. The outlines for several Buffy episodic stories that would fall in an alternate season seven, after the half-canonical season six and before noir, some extremely brief in concept ("Eros is a daimon. Buffy partly reconciles her feelings for Spike, but then breaks up with him."), others more fleshed out. In scanning, I see a time-travel ep; an incomprehensible sketch centering on the idea of shamanic death; an ep about a human friend of Spike's from New York--a blues guitar player who winds up wannabe vamped (which I outlined before Herself's Lovingkindess was written, but is very similar in some thematic ways); a story called "The Witches of East Sunnydale," focusing on Amy; a story called "Celebrity Death Match" in which Angel finds out about Spike and Buffy; the prequel to "Until the Axle Break"; and a story I still may write in which I cross BtVS itself with the (very broad and fictionalized) lives of its actors while blithely tap-dancing around the dangerous ground of RPF. I have lots of dialogue already written for that last one and I can still crack myself up reading it. I'd post the excerpts, but it's pretty much the one unwritten story idea in my whole collection that I'm rather possessive of. {g}

9. A story written for a more or less private challenge, "The Mystical Re-Write Challenge," in which a bunch of us rewrote each other's stories. I rewrote Spike and Te's "Beach," an X/S story. This was before I was writing X/S, I think, so that's pretty telling. Heh.

10. A long and weirdly branching--but even so, incomplete--synopsis of my AU Buffy fantasies, written more or less as the "phylogenic tree" I recently mentioned here. I posted a tiny chunk of it here back in January, I think.

It occurred to me as I was making my list that I could post a lot of this crap, for what it's worth--not bloody much, Anna--here in my LJ. Because hey, I enjoy titillating people with stuff I'll never write as much as the next person. Must brood on this some more, try to figure out just how obnoxious it would be.