Have a meme.
Jun. 22nd, 2011 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In the space between furiously writing
kink_bingo fics, let me offer you this:
Name one of my fics in comments (or a scene from one of them) and I will (try to) tell you what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the characters' 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.
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Name one of my fics in comments (or a scene from one of them) and I will (try to) tell you what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the characters' 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.
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Date: 2011-06-22 10:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-22 11:15 pm (UTC)Eames thinks about fucking Ariadne about ten minutes after he meets her.
This is not much of an accomplishment, because Eames thinks about fucking pretty much everyone he meets. She beats out Arthur (fifteen minutes) and Saito (half an hour), but not Yusuf (five minutes) or Fischer (thirty seconds).
and ended like this:
They're sitting in an interminable but very, very important meeting. Arthur is going on and on and on about the mark, going into excruciating detail about her history and turn-ons and bank statements and whatever else. Arthur's leaning over to write something on the whiteboard; his expensive tailored pants do nothing but accentuate his tight, firm ass.
Ariadne leans over towards him; he meets her halfway, his eyes still on Arthur. "I bet we could fuck him," she whispers, and Eames has to slap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
Arthur turns around and gives both of them a disapproving look.
Eames has, of course, created a monster.
and somewhere in the middle was this:
(Eames will never be able to hear Mal's words jangling around in her head, chopped up and spat out again, be a lover, be a lover, be a lover)
But, then I started turning it into Ariadne's point of view starting with the section about Paris, and here we are! I like it much better this way.
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Date: 2011-06-22 11:46 pm (UTC)