Writing Meme
Aug. 20th, 2012 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckIt may well be that nobody's interested in this my take on this meme, but I thought I'd post it just in case. Doing DVD commentaries would be more productive than the various bits of cat waxing I'm tending toward these days.
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
My stuff can be found at my website or at my AO3 profile.
Oh, and there won't be any puns. I'm no good with puns.
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
My stuff can be found at my website or at my AO3 profile.
Oh, and there won't be any puns. I'm no good with puns.
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Date: 2012-08-21 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-22 08:56 pm (UTC)Sakura weighed Aya's words. Mostly true except at the end. She did think about it, but either she was afraid to ask or he wouldn't answer. Probably. Crawford said I'll get better at interpreting what I sense. I am better already. "I will." I have to. "We don't have a lot of time. After we leave here, we can't, not about anything that matters." Sakura choked on laughter, her shoulders shaking. I'm missing Schuldig. I never-- How can I miss Schuldig? No. I miss his powers. I'd take any other telepath first-- Well not any other telepath, not an Estet telepath, not-- She covered her face as tears started to escape her.
Aya's hug surprised Sakura. "I'll take care of you, too. I'm older than you are, so I'm responsible."
Sakura found herself crying in truth. Neither of us are old enough for this. She gave herself up to the tears even as part of her mind started counting the seconds she was wasting.
Aya rubbed Sakura's back and made soothing noises.
Is it wasting time if I need this? She tried not to think about how good it felt to have someone hold her without violence. Without threat. Without fear. She let herself relax a little. She doesn't feel anything like Schuldig or...any of them.
"Maybe we should have that bath now?" Aya asked. "It might help."
Sakura wiped her face on her sleeve, reflecting that she never planned to wear these clothes again anyway. "A bath sounds good." The rice cooker will turn itself off. "I want to wash." Wash off Schwarz. Wash off Estet. Wash off...me. "It can be a new beginning. I'll tell you everything. We'll take care of each other." I lost my parents. Maybe I can gain a sister.
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Date: 2012-08-21 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-21 08:34 pm (UTC)The hope that Aslan's presence had lit within Dickon's heart wavered. He didn't freeze in the grim, determined terror that he'd felt before, but he knew adults well enough to fear. He bit his lip on a demand for reassurance. He wished he were young enough to join Elayn where she slept, snuggled against Aslan's side.
"Ah, child." Aslan shook his head a little. "So young to have to be old."
Dickon felt Aslan's breath warming him. "Is there nothing to be done?"
"What would you have me do?" The question seemed genuine.
Dickon's hands clenched. "I don't know!" He wanted to cry, wanted to shout that he wasn't even ten yet, but princes don't get to be children. "Stop her. Make her vanish. Make it so that no one else dies."
"I give my children-- and even she is one-- free will. You all may make choices and all must live with those choices, even the choices that others make. That is the Covenant. I may unmake it if I unmake Narnia. Is that what you would have, Son of Adam?"
Dickon shook his head. He looked at his hands.
"She will conquer Narnia, but she won't go further south. She has no one she trusts far from her reach, and her magic works less well where snow is not common." Once again, Aslan looked at the guards. "At least, she won't go further south if these children are not there."
"Mother said--" Dickon hesitated. He knew Aslan was right. Aslan couldn't not be right. He tried to meet Aslan's eyes. "Is it then our duty to die?" He thought he could be at peace with that as long as he was with Aslan, but then he looked at his sister. "Even hers?"
"Your duty is to live. You must go beyond the borders of the world." Aslan turned his head to let his mane cover Elayn. "There will be four thrones waiting in Narnia, two for Sons of Adam and two for Daughters of Eve. Live for that."
Dickon frowned. "I am only one."
"Family comes in time."
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Date: 2012-08-22 01:49 am (UTC)Thanks!!
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Date: 2012-08-22 01:52 am (UTC)