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Well, I love writing drabbles, right? And I miss Yuletide and the fun of writing in tiny crazy fandoms, and I was feeling bad that people got outbid on my longer stories, and. And. 

Right, basically, long story short: I went insane, and now I'm offering fifteen teensy ficlets in the lightning round of [ profile] help_haiti.

Minimum bid is $5 dollars! You could make me write Hannibal Goes to Hogwarts or Gerard Attemps Roller Derby or Zombies In Space! ANYTHING GOES.


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So, I was playing around in [personal profile] clex_monkie89's Changing Channels meme, where people have been submitting all sorts of brilliant ideas for AU fics based on the latest Supernatural episode (5.08, fyi), and I wound up actually writing one for Due South. Because clearly I am not supposed to be hard at work on at least twelve other things. Er. *shuffles feet*

Still, it was fun! If you like Supernatural, I encourage you to go play. There are so many awesome prompts and hilarious fics! It is like a smorgasbord of AUs. What is not to love, I ask you.

But yes, I am reposting mine here for posterity. If you read this, please keep in mind it is highly un-betaed and totally and utterly ridiculous.

Off the Map
DS/SPN wacky fusion

My name is Constable Benton Fraser, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I first came to Chicago on the trail of the killers of my father, and for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I have remained, attached as liaison officer with the Canadian Consulate. )

Then [ profile] hrhbunburybrought up the excellent point that I was missing a Dead!John, and so this was born:

FRASER: My father said something that's always stuck with me, Ray. VECCHIO: Your father never shut up, did he? )

Yeah, I know. There are basically no redeeming qualities there. Still. There's no good clean fun like Canadian fun, am I right?
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Mmmm, how better to procrastinate on life and my faux-Big Bang than with an icon meme?

1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose. (ETA: I am using the[ profile] softlyforgotten variant, in which you write a story snippet instead of talking willy nilly.)
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

[ profile] softlyforgotten chose my icons with what I feel is a slight degree of malice, but I will sally forth anyhow.

Some are original, some are snippets from WiPs, and some are entirely blasphemous and likely to get me struck down dead by divine wrath before dinner.  )

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So I have some ficlets from that random-numbers-meme thing, and if the internet will be so gracious as to allow it, I'll post them here for you guys. As I have gone lj-stupid, the chances of that are vanishingly slim. But I'll give it a shot, eh?

In case you were wondering, by the way...
2 = James Dewees, 7 = Brendon Urie, 8 = Jon Walker, 3 = the Joker, 4 = James Potter, and 14 = Gerard Way.


So, for [info]perspexsea, I have one cracktastic ficlet, as ordered:


Then I have three for [ profile] fictionalfaerie (THREE OF MANY TO COME):

So, yeah. That happened. Uh. I might write more of that last one. QUAKE IN FEAR. But I've also almost finished a ficlet for [ profile] softlyforgotten which isn't actually a ficlet, but instead some epic thing that has taken over the entire universe. Which is unfortunate, as I don't think it's even in fandoms she's interested in. SORRY, BB. I'll write more later! In the interim, though, you should all watch this as a primer: Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog. It's only 45 minutes and it will enrich your day and musical repetoire and life. Seriously, guys, it is amazing. [ profile] fictionalfaerie I AM LOOKING AT YOU. AND I AM NARROWING MY EYES.
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i may be slightly biased, but I seriously do adore this fic and think anyone in bandom or bandslash should read it. It's [ profile] softlyforgotten's given limits exist, and it's got Ryan Ross and Brendon as trapeze artists in a circus run by the Way brothers. NOT TO SPOIL YOU OR ANYTHING, BUT GRETA AND ELEPHANTS ARE INVOLVED. Why are you still reading this?

Well, if you are, want to play that meme game that's been going around? You know, the one with numbers?

"1) Make a list of fifteen twenty! characters first, and keep it to yourself for the moment.

2) Ask your flist to post questions in the comments. For example: "One, nine and fifteen are chosen by a prophecy to save the world from four. Do they succeed?" "Under what circumstances might five and seven fall in love?" "Which character on the list would you most want on your side in a zombie invasion?" "Write a drabble in which three and five fight crime."

3) After your flist has asked enough questions, round them up and answer them using the fifteen characters you selected beforehand, then post them."

So... I have twenty characters from assorted bizarre fandoms. And I'm procrastinating, so. ASK AWAY, GUISE.

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So... here's some background so that these ficlets make any kind of sense. Basically the Ways move out to this crazy tiny town in New Hampshire, and Gerard, surprisingly, does not fit in at the local high school! OH NOES. But then while he's sort of stomping around grumbling to himself in the woods by the school he meets Frank. Who for some reason doesn't want to leave the woods during the day and only comes out at night and has strangely cold skin, but Gerard's just happy to find someone not wearing plaid and listening to country (and who also is gorgeous OMG WHAT IF HE'S STRAIGHT GUYS) so he's willing to let it slide. 

And that's sort of as far as I've gotten, but chapter two is underway and I will eventually drag the rest of the band in. But, uh, in conclusion: Frank is a ghost and Gerard is his BFF, yay!

The main fic is supposed to be all Gerard's POV but Frank keeps popping up and being all, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. So I thought I'd post these fics, and then hopefully lure in some betas. </cunning plan>

If there are questions/concerns about the exact nature of Frank's crazy supernatural ghost!body, have no fear. Eventually Gerard will bug and poke and prod Frank to his heart's content and Frank will glumly tolerate it, thinking morosely that all the groping is accidental. 

(Okay, okay, so I'm making up new ghost mythology to suit my own porny purposes. I REGRET NOTHING.)  



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