Fanfiction update, multiple fandoms!
Aug. 17th, 2006 03:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockI spent a couple hours sorting through paperwork tonight, and I just found 3 outlines printed out that I thought had been lost forever:
The Mindwalker Ninja (Naruto) - A story for Yamanaka Ino: number one kunoichi in her class, leader of Team 10, and proud shinobi of the Leaf people.
(My multi-ship, multi-arc epic that would folllow Ino into her twenties and cover such things as the death of Orochimaru, the three year time gap, an ongoing relationship with Shikamaru and a dark and confusing [but hot] affair with recovering-from-evil Sasuke.)
Mon Autre Vie (Fruits Basket) - On graduation night, a horrific tragedy struck the Sohma family. A year and a half later, Tohru must solve the mystery of the dreams that plague her, while the youngest Sohma prince starts to investigate what happened, and why.
(My dark and angsty Furuba fic with Tohru/Yuki and Tohru/Kyo and corruption, abuse, murder most foul, magic, and lots of Hiro trying to be a grown up.)
Orpheus Child (Cowboy Bebop) - A coma has changed the galaxy little but changed Spike's universe in spades. Not fluff, because life is never that easy.
(A.K.A my excruciatingly plotted-out, 16 chapter, nursery-rhyme-and-classical-mythology-allegory post-series Spike fic, of which only the prologue has been posted.)
Now I'm looking at these and thinking "They're back! I can write them again! The outlines survived because in my brilliance of yesteryears' fannishness I once printed them out and dragged them 500 miles to Southern California with me!"
And then I look at the ficverses I'm supposed to be doing, like Vampverse or![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rain_tealeaves, and I want to cry. CRY, YO. CRY!
Because it's a fucking candy story of giant fic bunnies, and I'm the candy and they all want to eat me, but there's not enough to go around.
And then there's that tiny matter of the Life On Mars/Tenth Doctor Who fic that was hopping on lil furry feet all around my brain today...
The Mindwalker Ninja (Naruto) - A story for Yamanaka Ino: number one kunoichi in her class, leader of Team 10, and proud shinobi of the Leaf people.
(My multi-ship, multi-arc epic that would folllow Ino into her twenties and cover such things as the death of Orochimaru, the three year time gap, an ongoing relationship with Shikamaru and a dark and confusing [but hot] affair with recovering-from-evil Sasuke.)
Mon Autre Vie (Fruits Basket) - On graduation night, a horrific tragedy struck the Sohma family. A year and a half later, Tohru must solve the mystery of the dreams that plague her, while the youngest Sohma prince starts to investigate what happened, and why.
(My dark and angsty Furuba fic with Tohru/Yuki and Tohru/Kyo and corruption, abuse, murder most foul, magic, and lots of Hiro trying to be a grown up.)
Orpheus Child (Cowboy Bebop) - A coma has changed the galaxy little but changed Spike's universe in spades. Not fluff, because life is never that easy.
(A.K.A my excruciatingly plotted-out, 16 chapter, nursery-rhyme-and-classical-mythology-allegory post-series Spike fic, of which only the prologue has been posted.)
Now I'm looking at these and thinking "They're back! I can write them again! The outlines survived because in my brilliance of yesteryears' fannishness I once printed them out and dragged them 500 miles to Southern California with me!"
And then I look at the ficverses I'm supposed to be doing, like Vampverse or
rain_tealeaves, and I want to cry. CRY, YO. CRY!Because it's a fucking candy story of giant fic bunnies, and I'm the candy and they all want to eat me, but there's not enough to go around.
And then there's that tiny matter of the Life On Mars/Tenth Doctor Who fic that was hopping on lil furry feet all around my brain today...
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Date: 2006-08-17 11:38 am (UTC)(now goes off to re-read Oscar Wilde's 'The Importance of Being Ernest') Oh God, I wish I could write witty the way Wilde does.