AMAZING MUSIC and some lame fic snippets so I will get my ass in gear and FINISH ONE OF THEM

[luciazephyr]

OKAY SO FIRST OFF, ELLA AND LULLABEE, YOU NEED THIS MUSIC

I have Arcade Fire's The Suburbs.

So that is three consecutive albums by this band that must go on my list of greatest albums I have ever heard.

How does AF even exist? I keep thinking they are some deranged product of my imagination sprung from the rage and disappointment I feel whenever I accidentally listen to modern music on the radio. They are... poignant and obscenely beautiful and, oh, ARE A INDIE ROCK BAND WITH A STRINGS SECTION HELLO

And you all must have all their albums.

Their first, Funeral, which I posted here before: http://www.sendspace.com/file/diedde

Their second, Neon Bible: http://www.sendspace.com/file/zzccu2

AND THE LATEST AND GREATEST, The Suburbs: http://www.sendspace.com/file/qh58dk (Note, when I was RARing this one, I got an error but I think it worked. If the file is borked, LEMME KNOW. I will provide a fixed one!)


Aaaaaand I have been writing a lot of fic, but without finishing any. Here's a taste of some! I'll try to get, uh, one of them done and posted soon!

When you see this, post a snippet from your works-in-progress.

The (Abridged) Eight Doctor Adventures - written by myself and the incomparable lullabee_lj

The Blue Angel, by a squad of preternaturally-intelligent green monkeys, with help from Paul Magrs
Paul Magrs: [cackles maniacally] I hope you like mind-screw!
Readers: We just made it through Interference, bring it on, bitch.
Magrs: You asked for it.

The AU!Doctor: [is crazy, adorable, camp gay, and has a pregnant leg]
Readers: What.
The Doctor's Mother: Hello!
Readers: What.
The Doctor's Mother: Also, I am a mermaid.
Readers: WHAT.

Not!Captain Kirk: Hello, I am here to fuck everything up by being a prat.
The Doctor: Oh for goodness sake...
King Daedalus: And I'm here to fuck things up more!
The Doctor: Would you STOP THAT?
Iris Wildthyme: I'm here to confuse you more!
AU!Iris: Hello. Same here.
Readers: What the fuck is going on?
The Doctor: Even I have no bloody clue.

Fitz: BTW, I want to shag the Doctor.
Compassion: Obviously.
Readers: Yeah. This is not new information.

The Book: [goes off its meds]
Random One Shot Character: I'm a squid now!
Glass Men: We're Dalek expies basically!
Some Old Ladies: [spend half the book in a car]
Not!Captain Kirk: KAMIKAZEEEEEE!
Star Trek: I feel like I'm being mocked somehow but this is too confusing to figure out.

Canine: Hello, I am a talking dog that is an AU version of K-9. I make the most sense out of the entire book.
AU!Fitz: God, I need to lay off the booze.
Canine: But why? All realities are equally valid, including the ones you experience while pissed out of your skull.
The AU!Doctor: [is the mother of a tiny blue angel]
AU!Iris: Oh, bless!

Magrs: Let's end this book with some questions meant to confuse you even further.
Readers: Okay, we get it, the mindscrew is strong with you. Stop it, our heads are about to explode.

[...]

Father Time, by Lance Parkin
Miranda: [is an adorable blond alien child]
The Doctor: Awwwww. Hey, can I adopt this kid?
Crazy People: Sure! We fail to see how this could turn out badly!
The Doctor: As well you should, because I'm going to give up all my old pinko commie hippie principles and become "Thatcherism personified" so as to provide for her. [wears business casual and a ponytail]
Readers: Oh my, he could liquidate our assets any day of the week! But only during normal business hours.
Karl Marx: Doctor, how dare you! I thought we had something special! [cries]
Friedrich Engels: [gently leads a sobbing Marx away]
The Doctor: IT WASN'T MY FAULT! BLAME LANCE PARKIN!

Miranda: I want to get laid.
The Doctor: The buhuh?
Bad Guys: Hahaha, has your dad ever told you you're an alien?
Miranda: What?! I'm running away now!
Crazy People: What an unexpected development!
Miranda: Hi, Dad! Bye, Dad! I'm going to become empress of the universe now!
The Doctor: As a bourgeoisie capitalist oppressor, I wholly endorse universal imperialism.

Readers: Was that seriously the Eighth Doctor just now?
Lance: My political views are in no way transparent.
The Doctor: I'm probably going to go live on the streets of Greenwich Village now. All this capitalism makes me feel dirty.
Lance: Is it, at least, the good kind of dirty?
The Doctor: I will never be clean again.
Readers: Thank goodness the Earth Arc is over. Back to sanity and Fitz.

'a nice day to start again', sequel to 'come to me with remedies'

There was no guitar playing. There was only alcohol and the Doctor's mother kvetching like a champion kvetcher. Was kvetcher a word? Fitz wasn't very good at this Yiddish thing.

After taking a good long look at Fitz's ring, proclaiming it adequate, she launched into an argument with the Doctor over the fact the MP's office had been very polite but totally useless.

"Government for you," Fitz chirped, handing her a highball glass with her cocktail. The Doctor got one as well, just a mixture of fruity syrups and juice he found in the mixing cabinet.

"Stop encouraging her," the Doctor said sourly. "Mother, we're both fine with the circumstances. Don't you think we should worry more about the wedding itself--"

"It is not a wedding. It is a civil union," she cut in, voice thick and sardonic.

"The wedding itself, as it's a bit of an undertaking to plan and set up before April." He feebly waved the notebook he'd pilfered from Fitz, now full of his slanted cursive. There were lists of names and checklists and various notes Fitz was a little scared of looking at. It went along with the Doctor's books as things Fitz didn't think much about, except he sort of did; there was a low grade buzzing in his head all the time, repeating wedding wedding wedding over and over to him.

Fitz popped another piece of candy into his mouth and chased it with a sip of his drink.

"April? You decided on April?"

"I like April," the Doctor said, instantly on the defensive. He was getting the impression it was always like this with the mother and her son. So far, it seemed it was all the Doctor could do not to be steamrolled by the woman. For that reason alone, Fitz adored her.

"That's too soon, Jonny! How will we get everyone here in time?" Okay, what? Fitz stopped slouching against the wall and started paying some real attention to the conversation.

"Everyone?" The Doctor looked taken aback. "That's... Mother, that's a lot of people. You don't mean everyone, surely."

"You know what will become of me if I don't make sure your whole family is there? I dread to think." She clutched at the beads around her neck and shook her head. "Most have not seen you since you were a young boy, Jonny. You cannot exclude them."

The Doctor looked even paler than usual. He nervously licked his lips and flipped through his notebook. "Well... we were hoping for a small ceremony, Mother--"

"For my Jonny's wedding?" Fitz bemusedly noted she was using that word again. "You will only get married once, and to such a fine young man." She grabbed Fitz's hand and rubbed her thumb over the back. "Everything has to be perfect. I'll send word to the family, see who can arrive when. Oh, it has been years since I have seen my brothers, and you have nephews you haven't met now. It will be wonderful." She wheeled away to a stout little desk under the gramophone, pulling out a thick, yellowed address book and starting to flip through it, still carrying on to herself. She'd slipped out of English into something else Fitz couldn't place, so he was spared the details thankfully.

The Doctor looked a bit shellshocked and leaned into Fitz as soon as he sat on the sofa with him. "You all right, Doc?"

"I haven't seen my extended family since my bar mitzvah," he confessed quietly.

"Your... You had a bar mitzvah?"

"Oh, yes, of course," he confirmed dolefully.

Fitz thought about this. A lot of objections were crowding his mind, trying to be the first out. "You're... wait, how are you Jewish? We don't even have a menorah."

Something about that seemed to snap the Doctor out of his sulk and into a wide-eyed worry. "Fitz, when my family is here, you must keep that under your hat. For the duration of the wedding, I will be a diligently practicing Jewish man."

"Who is getting married to a bloke," Fitz pointed out mildly.

"My dear, in all honesty, they're more likely to find your religion more objectionable than your gender."

Fitz frowned. "I don't really have a religion."

"My point exactly." He covered his mouth with one hand. "Oh, I don't even think I have a yarmulke anymore."

"Is that the Jew beanie thing?"

"Oh my goodness, Fitz. I love you dearly, but stop speaking for a moment, please." The Doctor put his face in his hands. Fitz awkwardly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, rubbing his arm soothingly.

the one where Fitz accidentally becomes a sex slave and is quite good at it (also with Lullabee!)

She was on her second pot of tea when the Doctor stormed into the TARDIS. Anji stared in shock as the Doctor kicked the doors shut behind him, frowning deeply as he trudged up to her and poured himself a cup of tea.

"That well, huh?"

"I've changed my mind," he said after draining the cup. "I do not like this planet at all."

"Fitz isn't dead, is he?"

"No, worse."

"What's worse than being dead?"

"Being stuck in a 51st Century indentured labor contract."



Fitz opened his eyes some time later, pleasantly surprised to find he wasn't as hungover as he assumed. In fact, there was no grogginess or blinding pain behind his eyes. These Visuoans had the good stuff.

Guwyan was sitting in a chair by his bed when he cared to look around the room. "Is it breakfast?"

Guwyan's tendrils waved around, which Fitz was starting to consider the Visuo version of laughing. Still weird but pretty cool. "In a while. Today's your first day on out docket and you'll need your strength. But first, we need a record of your preferences." He tapped a stylus meaningfully against the tablet in his hands. "We can't promise we'll always be able to cater to them, especially seeing how in demand you'll be." Guwyan's eyes tracked along Fitz's prone body again before he blinked with his transparent, filmy eyelids. "But we can try to make you comfortable."

"Preferences?" Fitz asked, not sure he wanted to know.

"Preferences for your sexual partners."

"Oh. Right." Fitz slumped back against the pillows, reaching up and touching his collar. "I got myself a job as a sex slave. I'd almost forgot."

I'm also working on a bastard combination of Zagreus, a dash of Amy's Choice, a treatise on why Anji is awesome, Paul McGann's sexy evil voice, and this fan-made map of the TARDIS that can be summarized as IN THE GRIMDARK OF THE GRIMDARK, THERE IS ONLY GRIMDARK. It'll have a happy ending tho.

ALSO lullabee_lj IS WORKING ON A FUCKING PHENOMENAL AU THAT YOU MIGHT WANT TO ASK HER ABOUT. :PEER PRESSURE:

-Lucy

PS: Okay so I am so sick of not having a paid account, so I need to get one. But apparently I have zero credit history so I can't get a card to use for online purchases. Any ideas on how to get a card?

Comments

[thought-goddess.livejournal.com]

Omg the wedding! fic looks like it's going to be hysterical, I am excite.

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

It hopefully will be funny and sweet enough to put you in a diabetic coma. It has weird flow problems tho and I'm not sure how to fix them (or else it'd be posted by now I bet). Hrm.

[thought-goddess.livejournal.com]

That sounds wonderful! If you'd like another set of eyes to look it over and offer suggestions for flow I'd be happy to do so. Not saying I'd be of any use, but one never knows :)

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

I think I may take you up on that at some point. Lullabee and I have been staring at the fic for so damn long, I'm not sure we've got the right mindset to find the problems. It's like the Fic That Would Not Die (not helped by the fact there will be a tiny part three to it because she had a good idea for a glimpse into the obverse's future).

[thought-goddess.livejournal.com]

Mhmm, I've certainly had that problem myself. My email is betazoid123@hotmail.com and my aim is thoughtgoddess42.

[aurora]

(I am totally stealing The Suburbs, thank you! I unrar-ed it just fine (haven't listened yet, though.) THANK YOU!!)

[lucia-tanaka.livejournal.com]

ENJOY IT. Especially the penultimate track. Omg "Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)" is gorgeousness.

[aurora]

You were very right about Sprawl II!