AU writing meme
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thisbluespiritI have a lot of things I should be writing (and also being careful about not writing too much, self) but, what the hell, I have finished my epic Runaway Tales/Unconventional Courtship rough draft (the wretched thing is 20,000 words long) and I did manage to type up the ending of that TARDIS/Sapphire/Silver/Steel WIP, so, totally ignoring my ficathon and leftover ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandom_stocking things, here goes:
Give me a character/pairing and I will write snippets of ten different alternate universes for it. One line, ten lines, a ficlet if you're lucky.
Wild West
Coffee Shop
Shapeshifters
Pirates
. . . In SPACE!!
Born Another Gender
Schoolfic
Police/Firefighters
Urban Fantasy
Regency
We'll see what happens. (If my brain collapses and what happens is no words at all, I apologise in advance.) Also, I altered the meme. I thought if I came up with one AU for 'harem' it'd be a miracle, let alone doing it several times over. And I'm never totally sure what Cyberpunk means.)
fandom_stocking things, here goes:Give me a character/pairing and I will write snippets of ten different alternate universes for it. One line, ten lines, a ficlet if you're lucky.
Wild West
Coffee Shop
Shapeshifters
Pirates
. . . In SPACE!!
Born Another Gender
Schoolfic
Police/Firefighters
Urban Fantasy
Regency
We'll see what happens. (If my brain collapses and what happens is no words at all, I apologise in advance.) Also, I altered the meme. I thought if I came up with one AU for 'harem' it'd be a miracle, let alone doing it several times over. And I'm never totally sure what Cyberpunk means.)
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Re: Justin Alastair, Duke of Avon
Date: 10 Feb 2016 09:22 am (UTC)Adam/Georgie
Date: 10 Feb 2016 09:26 am (UTC)***
Wild West
“As for your behaviour, Miss Jones, I scarcely know where to begin. That outfit is barely decent – and no gently bred female should try to handle a firearm. And certainly not,” he added, “one who literally cannot hit a barn door at ten paces!”
Georgie, currently dressed as a dancing girl and locked up in the sheriff’s cell, looked up at him. “Oh, but, Mr Adamant, I thought that rotten outlaw was going to kill you!”
Coffee Shop
“Whoops, sorry,” said the blonde waitress as she spilt coffee all over Adam’s latest acquisition for his library – a rare first edition of Portrait of a Lady, something that took him back to a time more his own, even if it was written by an American. “Still, at least it wasn’t new.”
Shapeshifters
“I’m sorry about biting you,” said Georgie, the next morning. “But, well, it seemed like the only way out. Lucky it was a full moon, I suppose.”
Adam would have glared at her, but he was too busy averting his eyes. Lucky was not the word he would have used. “Miss Jones!” he said faintly. “Please try to cover yourself!”
“What with?” said Georgie, surveying the forest around them. “Leaves, like Adam and Eve? Anyway, it’s not as if you’ve got any clothes, either.” She didn’t sound, somehow, as if she was averting her eyes at all.
“Which is why I am remaining behind this shrub until the situation can be rectified!”
Pirates
“Psst,” said Georgie the cabin boy. “Whatever you do, don’t trust Lady Francis. She’s a pirate!”
“Nonsense,” Adam said. “She is a very charming lady and, moreover, pirates are male not female.”
Sometime later, having been rendered unconscious and tied to the mast by the perfidious lady, he had to admit that Georgie had a point.
. . . In SPACE!! (I did it…. by cheating!)
“Really, Georgina,” said Adam. “A respectable lady in a position of power like Space Commander Servalan is hardly going to turn out to be a power crazed villainess! I can’t imagine what you were thinking.”
Born Another Gender
“Wow,” said George Jones, watching Adelaide Adamant’s prowess with a sword. “I didn’t think Victorian ladies could be so groovy!”
Schoolfic
Adam waited for Georgie outside the school gate and didn’t say anything about her being in detention again for the third time this month. Georgie wished she could explain, but she knew from experience that he only got annoyed if she told him awful Louise was and why she deserved to be shut in the supply cupboard and have her hair pulled. Boys were stupid, Georgie decided. They always liked the wrong people.
Police/Firefighters
It should have been difficult, suddenly answering to a defrosted Edwardian Inspector, WPC Jones thought, but on the other hand, Inspector Adamant didn’t whistle at her, grope her, swear at her, pinch her bum, or allow any of the rest of the men to do those things, either, which made a change. She just wished he’d stop telling her that the police force was no place for a nicely brought up young lady.
Urban Fantasy
“Don’t tell me,” said Simms. “Mr Adamant is away with the fairies again.”
Georgie gave him a tragic look. “Worse than that – it’s the Fairy Queen we’re up against this time.”
“Oh, dear,” said Simms. “Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear.”
Regency
Here, have a repeat snippet from the Regency WIP I’m supposedly writing for them: “I believe the new housekeeper – if I may call her that – is in league with the free traders, sir.”
Adam looked up from the paper. “Oh, come now, Simms! She may not be particularly suitable for her current position, but I’m sure a delicately nurtured female would never –”
“Would you care to see the cellar, sir?” asked Simms in his most ominous tones.
Re: Justin Alastair, Duke of Avon
Date: 10 Feb 2016 09:28 am (UTC)Re: Justin Alastair, Duke of Avon
Date: 10 Feb 2016 09:49 am (UTC)Re: Justin Alastair, Duke of Avon
Date: 10 Feb 2016 10:06 am (UTC)Re: Justin Alastair, Duke of Avon
Date: 10 Feb 2016 12:59 pm (UTC)*points to icon* This is Servalan. She rules the galaxy and wears a dress with a silver lizard fastening to go with this hat.
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Date: 10 Feb 2016 01:02 pm (UTC)Re: Adam/Georgie
Date: 10 Feb 2016 03:43 pm (UTC)Poor Adamant, I fear he would be doomed even if he could tell Servalan was evil!
I am imagining the shippiness comes a few chapter later;)
Re: Adam/Georgie
Date: 10 Feb 2016 08:44 pm (UTC)RE: Liz Shaw
Date: 10 Feb 2016 09:51 pm (UTC)Re: Liz Shaw
Date: 10 Feb 2016 09:57 pm (UTC)I'm not sure whether that's better or worse, really... :lol:
Re: Adam/Georgie
Date: 10 Feb 2016 10:11 pm (UTC)Re: Liz Shaw
Date: 10 Feb 2016 10:15 pm (UTC)Re: Liz Shaw
Date: 11 Feb 2016 05:05 pm (UTC)Re: Adam/Georgie
Date: 11 Feb 2016 05:06 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Liz Shaw
Date: 11 Feb 2016 06:22 pm (UTC)Unless it's a space western type thing, of course, but they're a breed of their own!
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Date: 12 Feb 2016 03:25 am (UTC)Ruth/Harry
Date: 18 Feb 2016 06:45 pm (UTC)***
Wild West
“Should I shoot him again, Harry?”
“Yes, why not? Always best to be sure about these things…”
Coffee Shop
He came in, as he did every Saturday morning (one black coffee and the Times crossword). She smiled at him, flustered by talk of the weather while she counted out his change – and wrote a cryptic clue on his receipt. He left his paper behind, the answer pencilled into the crossword, and she grinned: it was a date.
Shapeshifters
“Ruth, I know,” said Harry, in the privacy of his office. “It wasn’t all that hard to work out.”
Ruth closed her eyes and finally admitted her darkest secret: “All right, it’s true – I am the mole!”
Pirates
The fearsome Pirate Nancy* liked to think no ship on the four seas was safe from her. Captain Harry Pearce of His Majesty’s Navy liked to think otherwise. (He was wrong.)
*Because when (any) Ruth is a pirate, her name is Nancy, of course. ;-)
. . . In SPACE!!
It was a common joke amongst the crew of the SS Thames House that Captain Pearce was in love with the ship’s computer interface. It was only Technician Wynn-Jones who suspected it might not be a joke after all.
Born Another Gender
Harriet Pearce had always been obstinate and career-minded, fighting her way through years of prejudice both in the WRAC and later in Five. She was, she felt, a damn fine officer (despite being too often passed over for promotion) and so she would remain. This was more than could be said for the current ‘specialist’ she’d been lumbered with – an Oxford professor who was the only one familiar with the archaic language the latest terrorist used.
“You know, I always wanted to be a spy,” said Rupert Evershed, happily. “James Bond and all that.”
God, thought Harriet. It was going to be a long few days.
Schoolfic
“Mr Pearce,” said the librarian running after the Head of English. “I wanted a word with you – it’s about those books going missing from the library. I think I’ve solved the mystery!”
“Ah, yes,” said Harry Pearce. “Pupils again, I expect.”
Miss Evershed ushered him into the library. “No, no. Well, yes, obviously, but I’ve narrowed it down to two and I thought you could help me –”
“Why not?” said Harry.
Police/Firefighters
“Sir, wait,” Ruth said, the phone still in her hand.
Curious, Harry Pearce turned to face the receptionist.
“I’ve been mapping our calls – and I’m sure there’s a pattern to these fires,” said Ruth. “They aren’t random arson attacks – it’s the opening move in somebody’s strategy. It might sound odd, but you have to believe me.”
Strangely, he did.
Urban Fantasy
“Ruth,” said Harry, striding into the grid. “What is it this morning? Dirty bombs in Whitehall or demonic activity in Whitechapel?”
She passed him a file. “Neither. A rogue magician in Hounslow, but don’t worry, we’ve set Ros onto him.”
“Well, tell her not to bare her fangs this time…”
Regency
Society had long since given up Miss Evershed as a hopeless spinster. She was far too awkward and bookish to appeal to the gentlemen. Sir Harry Pearce had heard, however, that unlikely as it seemed, she possessed a keen mind with a knack for languages and codes – and he had a message recovered from a French agent to be deciphered. Whitehall had need of her services, and he was the man to ask her for them.
Re: Ruth/Harry
Date: 18 Feb 2016 06:53 pm (UTC)(And I can't disagree with you re Ten/Martha + coffee shop!)
Re: Ruth/Harry
Date: 18 Feb 2016 08:37 pm (UTC)I totally want the Urban Fantasy one to be a thing, too. Spooks + magic creatures. What could go wrong? :lol:
Re: Ruth/Harry
Date: 19 Feb 2016 06:20 am (UTC)Leela
Date: 20 Feb 2016 09:02 pm (UTC)***
Wild West
“Savage,” said Doc Smith after their show was over, “how many times do I need to tell you not to throw the knives at the audience?”
“That man was going to shoot you!”
“Oh, well, that’s all right, then.”
Coffee Shop
“You will drink that cappuccino the Doctor made for you,” said Leela with a dangerous light in her eye, “or I will tip it over your head!”
“But it’s –” began the Castellan.
“It is exactly what you asked for,” said Leela firmly. “If you have now changed your mind that is your fault and not the Doctor’s and you may not have your money back!”
Shapeshifters
“You know,” said Smith to the wolf beside him, “I always get the feeling you enjoy this far too much.” He could have sworn the wolf grinned.
Pirates
“Avast there!” said Leela, Terror of the Ocean Waves, her cutlass at the throat of the captain of the ship she’d boarded. “You will give me your cargo and any treasure or I shall kill you!”
“I don’t have any,” said Andred. “You can check if you like. Er… sorry?”
Leela paused before making a quick recovery. “Very well, then,” she said, giving him a smile. “I shall take you!”
. . . In SPACE!!
Leela knew the ways of the warrior: she knew how to track wild creatures, which plants were helpful and which harmful, and how to fight, whether with her own hands or a knife. She did not like these metal boxes of ships, but, she thought as she settled into the seat, she was a warrior and if she must fight a war this way, she would do it well.
“You fought bravely,” she told her opponent as she fired the final shot towards them. “Die well, as you have lived.”
Schoolfic
“I do not like this school of yours,” said Leela to Sarah Jane, who was the only other pupil still talking to her. “The rules are silly and I have no wish to go to Coventry!”
Police/Firefighters
“This,” said Leela, brandishing her truncheon in disgust, “is a blunt weapon. Surely your guards have better arms than this?”
“Why?” Inspector Smith asked. “Not scared, are you?”
Leela made no further complaint.
Urban Fantasy
“You know what you must do,” said Leela, raising her head. “I have been bitten. It is over. You must destroy me before it is too late.”
Dr Smith shook his head. “Not so fast, my girl,” he said. “Nothing that a bit of fairy dust can’t cure – if we can get some in time...”
Regency
“My guardian, Doctor Smith, has explained to me that I have to be married to become a proper lady,” said Leela. “So I have decided I will marry you. If you wish,” she added, suddenly less certain. “You do like me, don’t you?”
Captain Andred didn’t have the heart to disagree.
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Date: 21 Feb 2016 10:36 am (UTC)Re: Leela
Date: 21 Feb 2016 10:43 pm (UTC)Re: Leela
Date: 22 Feb 2016 09:26 am (UTC)