31 Days
I'm glad I'm doing 31_days on a month that actually has 31_days, as it would bother something deep down in the soul of me to say I was doing "31_days" in, say, February.
Anyway.
I'm doing 31_days -- yes, and Yuletide, which might sound crazy to you but that would be underestimating how delightfully short 31_days fics can be and how undelightfully long it is till December 25 compared to my attention span. Forewarning: these are all original/RP characters. However: I swear to God they're entertaining original/RP characters. For those of you on my small (but bigger once I start DW socializing more, I hope!) flist who don't know the 'verses/could use some brushing-up I have provided a helpful, abbreviated guide to shit you have never heard of:
Project Great Divide: An OC Team Fortress 2 project. This means it involves spy-fi, the 60s, capers, science fiction, intreeg, a multinational ragtag band of misfits and dudes having sex. Space and/or high school AUs might happen. ("GD")
Underhill: A dark political historical fantasy project. This means it involves late-Regency early-Victorian shenanigans, demons, otherworlds, magic, politics, murder, social rank and a dragon. Buffy and/or college AUs might happen. ("UH")
In the Name of the Moon: The third-wankiest RPG I have ever been in which died in a dramasplosion, but I have a couple characters from I'm still attached to. Anything might happen. ("NotM")
Echo Bazaar: This amazing game which in no way belongs to me, but in which me,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
relia and red_shed have OCs we fool around with (Jack Hinks, international ho of mystery; Avery Reading, androgynous urchin of mystery; Meredith Raglan, tenacious detective of, uh, mystery). ("EB")
So, I'm going to bold/jot these down as I actually do them, but for my own reference:
December 01 [2010]: Install a beak that clucks time in Arabic. [1]
December 02 [2010]: Everything we talked about yesterday.
December 03 [2010]: Send it now; draft it later.
December 04 [2010]: Subtle, sweet and totally overrated.
December 05 [2010]: A legacy of solitude.
December 06 [2010]: Of force and friction.
December 07 [2010]: The cancer of your affection.
December 08 [2010]: Your sweet symmetry, all shattered.
December 09 [2010]: I want to know your plans.
December 10 [2010]: Why fuss over a pair of legs?
December 11 [2010]:What shall I say from a heart that loves you?
December 12 [2010]: Sic probo [2]
December 13 [2010]: The bloody smear of success.
December 14 [2010]: Dearest pain of my womb.
December 15 [2010]: Take it a day at a time.
December 16 [2010]: Shelves of memory.
December 17 [2010]: Almost there, but not quite.
December 18 [2010]: Making love at zero gravity.
December 19 [2010]: You are my weather vane.
December 20 [2010]: A step-by-step guide on how to crash and burn.
December 21 [2010]: Cluttered desk, black coffee, and your radio silence in my ears.
December 22 [2010]: Fit objects for our tears. [3]
December 23 [2010]: …But don’t let the sun catch you crying. [4]
December 24 [2010]: Nighttime story
December 25 [2010]: Lighted streets, distant stars, brilliant snow
December 26 [2010]: I don’t think I’m scared of anything except happiness. [5]
December 27 [2010]: That one’s never gonna be in your bedroom again, now that the war’s over
December 28 [2010]: Killing to your rhythm, banging to the beat of your drum.
December 29 [2010]: Cheated death to catch you as you fall.
December 30 [2010]: Allow me to remind you that there is no memory that time does not efface, no pain that death does not destroy. [6]
December 31 [2010]: Nautical dawn. [7]
Notes
[1] The title of a song by 65daysofstatic
[2] “Thus, I prove” – used in scholastic argument
[3] A line from Euripedes’ Medea
[4] Reference to a line from the song “Deadweight”, by Beck
[5] A line from “Happiness”, a song by World Without Sundays
[6] Don Quixote to Sancho Panza, Chapter 15
[7] Refers not to the actual sunrise, but the time at which the sun is 12 degrees below the horizon in the morning. Nautical dawn is defined as that time at which there is just enough sunlight for objects to be distiguishable.
Also other stuff might happen. I figure I should always put that disclaimer.
Anyway.
I'm doing 31_days -- yes, and Yuletide, which might sound crazy to you but that would be underestimating how delightfully short 31_days fics can be and how undelightfully long it is till December 25 compared to my attention span. Forewarning: these are all original/RP characters. However: I swear to God they're entertaining original/RP characters. For those of you on my small (but bigger once I start DW socializing more, I hope!) flist who don't know the 'verses/could use some brushing-up I have provided a helpful, abbreviated guide to shit you have never heard of:
Project Great Divide: An OC Team Fortress 2 project. This means it involves spy-fi, the 60s, capers, science fiction, intreeg, a multinational ragtag band of misfits and dudes having sex. Space and/or high school AUs might happen. ("GD")
Underhill: A dark political historical fantasy project. This means it involves late-Regency early-Victorian shenanigans, demons, otherworlds, magic, politics, murder, social rank and a dragon. Buffy and/or college AUs might happen. ("UH")
In the Name of the Moon: The third-wankiest RPG I have ever been in which died in a dramasplosion, but I have a couple characters from I'm still attached to. Anything might happen. ("NotM")
Echo Bazaar: This amazing game which in no way belongs to me, but in which me,
relia and red_shed have OCs we fool around with (Jack Hinks, international ho of mystery; Avery Reading, androgynous urchin of mystery; Meredith Raglan, tenacious detective of, uh, mystery). ("EB")So, I'm going to bold/jot these down as I actually do them, but for my own reference:
December 01 [2010]: Install a beak that clucks time in Arabic. [1]
December 02 [2010]: Everything we talked about yesterday.
December 03 [2010]: Send it now; draft it later.
December 04 [2010]: Subtle, sweet and totally overrated.
December 05 [2010]: A legacy of solitude.
December 06 [2010]: Of force and friction.
December 07 [2010]: The cancer of your affection.
December 08 [2010]: Your sweet symmetry, all shattered.
December 09 [2010]: I want to know your plans.
December 10 [2010]: Why fuss over a pair of legs?
December 11 [2010]:What shall I say from a heart that loves you?
December 12 [2010]: Sic probo [2]
December 13 [2010]: The bloody smear of success.
December 14 [2010]: Dearest pain of my womb.
December 15 [2010]: Take it a day at a time.
December 16 [2010]: Shelves of memory.
December 17 [2010]: Almost there, but not quite.
December 18 [2010]: Making love at zero gravity.
December 19 [2010]: You are my weather vane.
December 20 [2010]: A step-by-step guide on how to crash and burn.
December 21 [2010]: Cluttered desk, black coffee, and your radio silence in my ears.
December 22 [2010]: Fit objects for our tears. [3]
December 23 [2010]: …But don’t let the sun catch you crying. [4]
December 24 [2010]: Nighttime story
December 25 [2010]: Lighted streets, distant stars, brilliant snow
December 26 [2010]: I don’t think I’m scared of anything except happiness. [5]
December 27 [2010]: That one’s never gonna be in your bedroom again, now that the war’s over
December 28 [2010]: Killing to your rhythm, banging to the beat of your drum.
December 29 [2010]: Cheated death to catch you as you fall.
December 30 [2010]: Allow me to remind you that there is no memory that time does not efface, no pain that death does not destroy. [6]
December 31 [2010]: Nautical dawn. [7]
Notes
[1] The title of a song by 65daysofstatic
[2] “Thus, I prove” – used in scholastic argument
[3] A line from Euripedes’ Medea
[4] Reference to a line from the song “Deadweight”, by Beck
[5] A line from “Happiness”, a song by World Without Sundays
[6] Don Quixote to Sancho Panza, Chapter 15
[7] Refers not to the actual sunrise, but the time at which the sun is 12 degrees below the horizon in the morning. Nautical dawn is defined as that time at which there is just enough sunlight for objects to be distiguishable.
Also other stuff might happen. I figure I should always put that disclaimer.
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I kind of love the 31_days prompts just for how fucking WEIRD they are, like, I think that is both more creativity-sparking and more of a challenge than like. Those 100-square ones filled with stuff like. "Snow." "Laughter." "Bluebells." "Cabbages." "Kings."
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This is kind of godawesome.
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