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Hail and well met, Yuletide author! This is the time of year where traditionally I get really tl;dr talking about fanfic. Please don't feel obligated to write all my listed Likes in one fic or something -- if any of them make a handy springboard for the fic you want to write, go for it.

likes/dislikes )

fandoms: An American Werewolf In London (1981), Anno Dracula - Kim Newman, Fright Night (1985), The Hitcher (1986), Hail Caesar! (2016), The Lost Boys (1987) )
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Yuletide 2015 has been very good for me, so I figured I'd do a wrap-up post before I did a recs list --

I received an Inside Llewyn Davis fic as my gift, the beautiful and dry and evocative I Will Make Me a Home Out in the Wind by 3pipeproblem. (1.5k, Teen, gen, no warnings apply.) This year I requested fic exploring Llewyn's relationship with Mike Timlin, and my author absolutely did not disappoint; this fic does an amazing job drawing a really evocative picture of Llewyn and Mike, their scene and their friendship.

For Yuletide Madness I received another perfectly heartbreaking ILD fic: air and ash and vapor by Addison R, which kicks off by getting to the bottom of why Llewyn does't have a winter coat and just kept on kicking my heart's ass from there. (1k of perfection, G, no archive warnings apply.)

Outside of Yuletide, I received the amazing In our dry cellars by Cygnes, an Ex Machina fic that is terrifying and powerful and digs deep into one of my biggest lingering questions about the film -- 3.6k, explicit Nathan/Caleb, CW for major character death and sexual assault. Heed the warnings; this fic is amazing.

**

This year I wrote:

2001: A Space Odyssey

- En Prise for elospock; 2761 words, Teen, gen, no archive warnings apply.

A pre-canon HAL 9000 character study, because Christmastime is for sad robots. (On an unrelated note, it was really hard to write 2001 genfic after Aubade last year, so I'm really happy and glad people liked this fic.)

Ex Machina

- strange loop for cygnes; 1781 words, Teen, Nathan/Caleb, CNTW.

The one with the body horror, which is also the one where Caleb is a robot.

Fargo (2014)

- Plato's Beard for jamjar; 3543 words, Mature, Wrench/Numbers, CNTW.

Fix-it fic set post-"Buridan's Ass", wherein Wrench makes it very clear he's not letting go just yet.

Gotham

- Silent Partners for Meltha; 3129 words, Teen, gen, no archive warnings apply.

Oswald Cobblepot character study (and Jim Gordon character study by proxy) featuring a badly made cocktail. Also, did you know vintage bar tools sometimes look disconcertingly like sex toys? Now you know. That would be a very different fic.

Moon

- Sea of Islands for yaseanne; 4332 words, Explicit, Sam Bell/Sam Bell, CNTW.

I love this movie and I love clonecest and getting to write some sad lonely clonecest was amazing, okay. So, sad lonely clonecest where the Sams find some common ground and share a bed.

Rope (1948)

- The Artificial Wilderness for sistermagpie; 2653 words, unrated, Brandon/Phillip with Cadell POV, CNTW.

Prequel fic set during the boys' prep school days, wherein Rupert Cadell thinks of himself as a free-spirited maverick mentor and definitely definitely isn't one.

**

I'm incredibly happy with what I had the chance to write this year, and my recips are the people who made it possible -- both Fargo and Moon were new fandoms for me this year and any Yuletide I come away with something new is one where I'm happy. Here's hoping your New Year is cool as hell.
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(Exchange letters for the past few years can be read here.)

Dear Yuletide Writer,

You are a champion of the world! My letters are traditionally a little long-winded, so I'll skip the introductions and just thank you up-front for writing for me this year. All the following details are totally optional and it's in no way an exhaustive checklist of things you've got to cram into one story; I hope you write something you're stoked about and have a great time this Yuletide. Format-wise, I'm wide open to whatever you want to try, whether that's weird experimental interactive fiction or blank verse or orderly third-person past-tense prose.

fandoms: Apocalypse Now (1979) ; Gangs Of New York (2002) ; Inside Llewyn Davis (2013) ; Over The Garden Wall ; There Will Be Blood - minor edits10/21/15 )
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Right off the bat: I had a fantastic time this Yuletide. Even if I hadn’t gotten anything at all it would have been pretty freaking sweet; it was super exhausting but incredibly motivating. Yuletide and adjacent activities this year got me into so many new fandoms, and let me revisit some older ones. It was awesome.

This year I received two fics, both of them fantastic, and I’m beyond pleased with both of them.

When The Lips And Skin Remember, by misslucyjane; Only Lovers Left Alive, 9.5k. My writer this year wrote me a beautiful, careful, and long fic set in an AU where Ian becomes a vampire rather than just getting snacked on, and how he ends up nestling into Adam and Eve’s household (which is to say, pretty damn well). I mentioned how much I loved all the chill down-time moments in the film with vampires just hanging out together, and asked for a little speculation about how vampirism itself works in this universe, where our principal leads even came from -- this writer delivered absolutely wonderfully on all these things and totally went above and beyond.

Per Verba Presenti, Duchess Of Malfi, by El Staplador; drabble-length. This one is pretty brief -- the Duchess considering her secret marriage and what it signifies -- but it’s absolutely lovely.

This year I wrote… a whole bunch of stuff, apparently, by my usual standards.

Fandoms: 14th Century CE RPF; 2001: A Space Odyssey; Funny Games (2007); Shakespeare (Henry IV&Hamlet); Iliad - Homer; Kingdom Of Heaven; Leopold And Loeb RPF (Historical Criminals RPF); Mystery Of Edwin Drood; Only Lovers Left Alive; Tiny Detectives )
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A whole batch of recs for 14th Century CE RPF, 21 Jump Street (films), Archer, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Bletchley Circle, The Count Of Monte Cristo, Cthulhu Mythos, Elizabethan & Jacobean Playwright RPF, Frog & Toad, LA Confidential, Moby Dick, Penny Dreadful, Peter Pan, Shakespeare (Richard II & Henry IV), True Detective, Venture Bros, Wayne's World, and Withnail & I.

I'll probably have more of these in a bit, augh, this was a very good year! )
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First batch of semi-recs, delivered in brief, beginning with my own amazing gift-fic:

like brambles to the cedars (Thomas Of Woodstock, can be read as 14th century RPF if you like!) Really really lovely fic about a young, newly-married, newly-"Englished" Anne of Bohemia, her many virtues, and some sweet Czech songs.

And on to the rest, in no particular order!
recs recs recs )
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This is my fourth year doing Yuletide and I'm really excited about this year's bunch of fandoms! This letter's a bit heavy on the giddy gushing/prompts phrased as questions, so sorry about that, and it got long, but optional details = optional. I've got a lot of disjointed thoughts and feelings, but as ever, it boils down to "whatever you want to do, mostly". There's also some vague/haphazard spoilers for my canons in here, which for most of them isn't such a big deal but Truth Or Dare is a fairly recent film, so heads-up.

Fandoms are Milton's Paradise Lost, the IF game The King Of Shreds And Patches, 2012 horror film Truth Or Dare (Truth Or Die in US markets) and Demon Knights (comic).

a monster of a DYW letter under here! up to date as of 10/7/13 )
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I've got no idea what's going on this Yuletide with the new nominations setup, and I'm finding it oddly harrowing.

Fandoms I'm looking to nominate:
- Thomas of Woodstock (w/ [livejournal.com profile] angevin2)
- Demon Knights (w/ [livejournal.com profile] dhampyresa)
- Stoker (w/ [livejournal.com profile] loathe)
- And I'm still forever alone with King of Shreds and Patches. Somehow I managed to transmit my KoSP obsession to some of the Bunker crew, but none of them are likely to want to write what I want to read. Unless I know way less about roommate than I thought. At least Thyme can commiserate with me about how easy it is to lose your makeshift grappling hook in that game.

(Still skipping out on the entirely unnecessary stress of KWP this year, but I've gotten the jump on play-writing for Too Much Light and now one of my castmates gets to live her dream of playing a thinly veiled Sylvia Plath expy. Also, I might be doing Halloween Horror Nights this year, depending on the state of my finances -- holy jeez, livin' the dream.)

ETA: Italics fixed! Damn it!
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My letter's not as polished as I'd like it to be, but this'll be where I post it when it's finished -- this year I am requesting:
- Reservoir Dogs (1992)
- Ballets Russes RPF
- Hebrew Bible/Tanakh
- (maybe Lawrence Of Arabia)

ETA: DYW letter inside! Details updated 10/1/12.
Far too much enthusiasm within. )
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Okay, now that the big reveal's happened, I can finally cop to all the ridiculous stuff I wrote.

My main fic was "from all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets" written for Zopponde, a genderswap Tangled femslash fic. I'm finding it increasingly harder to summarize what goes on in this fic the more I have to talk about it, but basically: Millicent Fitzherbert and Rapunzel have another misadventure, this time free of ruffians, thugs, or men with pointy teeth, but featuring dead chickens tied up with ribbons, court dances, and gratuitous star motifs.

For treats, I wrote:
"No Light Anywhere, And Nothing Left To Burn", a Varys-centric Game of Thrones fic. I fucking love Varys, and writing him was an enormous pleasure.

"Salomonsong", a treat for The Secret History by Donna Tartt. It's pretty much too tiny to have a plot, but poor Richard is completely out of the loop as regards his dear friends Francis and Henry.

"Fair Notions", a Ballets Russes RPF story that is (drumroll please) MY FIRST YULETIDE SMUTFIC. It's pretty much Nijinsky/Diaghilev PWP, with intercrural sex and botched first-time breathplay (though mercifully not fatally or this would be a scary AU).
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Still alive, and after Symposium it's a miracle. That kind of pre-show theater mood, the "aaaaah, we're all going to die, this show's going to suck, we're going to lose our charter, this is terrible!" atmosphere right up until the last minute, is really, really bad for my health (no surprise), even though everything went off almost without a hitch. Our Agathon was pretty plastered (dude, you are a tragic poet) and our Diotima was very anxious, but performed beautifully. And I was apparently the very best Glaucon in the whole business, from how much praise I've gotten from just that tiny scenelet. Or maybe they're humoring me, fucked if I know, I'm just really glad it's over. I was not meant for the stage -- the actual acting is fun and fine, and I'm even fine working with a deadline, but the cast dynamics and having to keep track of who's mad at whom for what goes right over my head and that's the bulk of the actual rehearsal time for me. I've been sick all of the three days I've been home, but am recovering! I'm also at work, which is the best feeling in the universe after like six months of "aaaaah money where did the money go aaaaah".

Got my Yuletide fic written! It's not my usual genre at all, as I'm sure my recipient will see when they open up their fic, but it was so, so fun to write. One other treat also finished -- not super long, but I am proud of it. I just wish I could do more, it's driving me absolutely mad to be so unable to write, even if I know the only way to get past that is to write like a fiend.

I've also been reading all of the R&J fic (ALL OF IT) and am now getting started on Pargoletta's Caro-verse. Aw yeah.
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Still alive, and after Symposium it's a miracle. That kind of pre-show theater mood, the "aaaaah, we're all going to die, this show's going to suck, we're going to lose our charter, this is terrible!" atmosphere right up until the last minute, is really, really bad for my health (no surprise), even though everything went off almost without a hitch. Our Agathon was pretty plastered (dude, you are a tragic poet) and our Diotima was very anxious, but performed beautifully. And I was apparently the very best Glaucon in the whole business, from how much praise I've gotten from just that tiny scenelet. Or maybe they're humoring me, fucked if I know, I'm just really glad it's over. I was not meant for the stage -- the actual acting is fun and fine, and I'm even fine working with a deadline, but the cast dynamics and having to keep track of who's mad at whom for what goes right over my head and that's the bulk of the actual rehearsal time for me. I've been sick all of the three days I've been home, but am recovering! I'm also at work, which is the best feeling in the universe after like six months of "aaaaah money where did the money go aaaaah".

Got my Yuletide fic written! It's not my usual genre at all, as I'm sure my recipient will see when they open up their fic, but it was so, so fun to write. One other treat also finished -- not super long, but I am proud of it. I just wish I could do more, it's driving me absolutely mad to be so unable to write, even if I know the only way to get past that is to write like a fiend.

I've also been reading all of the R&J fic (ALL OF IT) and am now getting started on Pargoletta's Caro-verse. Aw yeah.
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Today I fly home -- giving me three hours of plane ride to panic in, or more positively, panic about my Yuletide Treasure assignment in. I am excited as all hell and regret none of the things.

I am discovering a frustrating tendency to type homophones of what I actually intend to type. It's not even a typo, it's like something gets cross-wired in my brain, and it sucks! Also I have a frustrating tendency to hiccup and to forget about my period until it's actually arrived so I assume it's one of the dozens of other things wrong with me causing the massive case of achy body and not what it most often ends up being. And now I get to sit in a plane for three hours in coach! Hoorah and huzzah!
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Dear Yuletide Writer,

Hi! This is now my third year doing Yuletide, and I'm still just as excited as before my First Time... just hopefully with a better idea of what to request! This got monstrously long, but it's mostly me gushing about the stuff I adore, I promise.

Rest of letter behind cut )
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Dear Yuletide Writer,

Hi! This is now my third year doing Yuletide, and I'm still just as excited as before my First Time... just hopefully with a better idea of what to request! This got monstrously long, but it's mostly me gushing about the stuff I adore, I promise.

Rest of letter behind cut )
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Still not dead! Still excited to be so! Still have absolutely no time to write fiction in, which is killing me, but hey, essays are almost the same thing, right? Certain human issues from past posts have been talked about to some of the right people, and seem to be resolving, but now he's just gotten it into his head that we're a pair of neatly matched intellectual rivals and that I'm trying to ~banter with him. Nope. Maybe Yuletide and NaNoWriMo will free things up a bit, but at this point going home for Thanksgiving will be a huge relief. We saw Poe's grave! I've eaten so much candy! And gotten many, many books! More books than I'll ever read with this workload, but it's the thought that counts.
(Right now I'm really craving some Diana Wynne Jones. Fffff. Anything to distract me from the shitshow that is Thor fandom, and not the fun kind of shitshow.)

So, Yuletide, however. I want to participate in the candy exchange this year, but have no idea where I'll be when these things are sent out, so I'll just hope for the best. Still picking out fandoms and refining my letter from last year, getting a better idea of what turns my fic-crank and what resolutely does not. Whee!
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Yuletide story finished, proofread and posted. YT has made me absolutely useless for oh, about the last month or so, so with that out of the way I feel so much better, I can't even believe it. I feel happy with what I've written, but anxious that there's gaping flaws I've overlooked, or irregularities in the writing, and I can't bear to have someone else see it to beta.
#ska is a flail fail

Now. Treats. Yes. I dig those.
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I'm having a weird, emotional, draining day, literally starting from the moment I got out of bed-- which was at 4 AM, in the grips of weird and completely objectless anxiety. I ended up sleeping in K's room (sorry, K). The whole weirdfeeling was only amplified by getting the news that yes dad actually has made an appointment with a brainmeats-doctor for me, but this means I'll actually be started on the diagnosis thing officially, and he's really awkward on the subject matter in general. I've just been kind of on the brink of relieved-scared-humiliated-eager-pointless tears all day.

But I'm starting on Yuletide already and I'm reading a certain someone's incredibly amazing Watchmen-Dracula mashup (as in, after the plot of and to a degree In The Style Of-- this Dan is the most incredibly adorable adorkable Dan you will ever meet.) That's here, at the Watchmen KM.

Yuletide has me stymied this year-- I reread last year's letter and it made me cringe and wonder how anyone wrote someone so prissy fic. I don't want to make a massive brick o' Dear Santa/Yule Goat/Writer letter, but I don't want to just say :DDDDD GO WILD and leave them nothing to go on. Hmm, hurm, hrm. Also this year I'm pondering if I'll get a beta-- Lord knows I could use it, with how my fic tends to loop on and on without a plot and with itty bitty canon details slipping by the wayside like who ends up with whom. But given the fandoms I'm pondering (you'll see, oh yes, you'll see) there might not even be someone to serve as one. Still. AM I STOKED OR WHAT. I have an essay to write tonight, but who cares YULETIIIIIDE


Also, dear Boy At School: no, you do not get "privileges" (especially not the privilege of calling other students faggots) because "well, don't I act kinda gay?" Classy as balls, you.
/your complimentary bitching for today
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There are no words to express how much bliss Yuletide has given me. This whole experience. My fic won't even load yet and I'm just jumping out of my skin with pure surprise and delight and joy. I hope my recipient enjoys their fic, I hope my gift-givers enjoyed writing, and I look forward to the enjoyment of their hard-won work. Thank you, everyone who made my first year at Yuletide possible. The #yuletide chat crew, the Hippos, the site staff, and of course the writers. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. So much.
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There are no words to express how much bliss Yuletide has given me. This whole experience. My fic won't even load yet and I'm just jumping out of my skin with pure surprise and delight and joy. I hope my recipient enjoys their fic, I hope my gift-givers enjoyed writing, and I look forward to the enjoyment of their hard-won work. Thank you, everyone who made my first year at Yuletide possible. The #yuletide chat crew, the Hippos, the site staff, and of course the writers. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. So much.

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