Sampler Guide

[windlion]

Getting my emo out of the way over on DW- trust me, it was emo.  And now, I crosspost my sampler-guide of things that live in my brain!   Because it's really difficult to sign up for a writing filter if you don't know what might be in it. . . and because I could use feedback on what, if anything, someone would like to read.

(Odin's Children – sci fi series, shared with my roommate)

The grand epic! Also known as the characters that spawned a thousand AU.s, because things happen when people who like to build worlds get bored. (Read: it's all my fault.) The original, most elaborate flavor is a sci-fi space opera, with action and intrigue, because that is how I roll. Not all of it makes sense yet, but that's because . . . there's lots of details to hash out. Half the cast belongs to Nnie's brain, the other half is in mine, and some like to timeshare.

(Simon, urban fantasy)

Simon is a strait-laced, cynical misanthrope whom I like to throw into terrible unrealistic situations, because watching him twitch and bitch mightily is good fun.  All he wants to do is climb the ladder to senior accountant, safe and secure in his expectations of normalcy.  So. There are a list of horrible things I'd like to do to him, but I figure a zombie apocalypse is a good place to start.

(Lt and Envoy, fantasy noir)

The lieutenant is a poor bastard just trying to do his job. Competent enough to be promoted, but low enough on the totem pole to be sacrificial, he's caught between a rock and a hard place. He has a stable if mediocre life working for the city guard, if only he didn't have this unsolvable case. Enter the envoy, who does not enjoy his country being framed for unsolvable murders and wishes he was anywhere but there trying to stop a war . . . And why should the lieutenant trust him, anyways? His people aren't anything but barbarians who consort with demons.

(Jade Green, fantasy)

Because sometimes, when I read things that are terrible, my brain reflexively spits out alternatives. This one is to say that adopting a kid isn't always an altruistic move, and the kid in question isn't always immediately trusting, grateful, or doting. It's a two way street. And sometimes the kid isn't pretty, precocious, or even human.  This is what happens when a human spy picks up a useful little orcling- because a future seven-foot tall tusked tank that can see in the dark is worth the investment in feeding the bottomless pit now.

(Niwa and Muse, shoujo band manga, timeshared with Flidget)

This one goes back to my high school years, and my cathartic delight in creating a poor bastard with luck that's worse than mine.  Which is to say this is about the trials and tribulations of a high school idol singer (who really wishes people would like his /music/ since he is a performing artist after all)  and his extremely shy and anti-social downstairs neighbor, the librarian.    I wish I could say they fight crime, but no - they bond over Starbucks in the mornings and apologies about dragging luggage up the stairs at three a.m.  instead.  


Frankly, there's more, but those are the ones that are semi-developed and/or have something written for them, no matter how small.  My brain likes to throw out ideas, and enjoys the creation of them, rather than the cultivation of those ideas to fruition.  I need to work on that.   If I can get myself together enough, I will attempt to post drabbles/scene portions for the above-listed. 

Comments

[flidgetjerome.livejournal.com]

Being somewhat biased, I am guessing you can think what I would like to see.