I'm leaving the entries here for the nonce. If I ever take this down, I'll repost the LJ-only fic somewhere else, though they should have moved over to DW with the copying.
LJ, I loved you, but you've turned into a real weenie. 'Bye now.
This is very interesting! http://unuttered-questions.tumblr.com/post/155605282181/gingersnapwolves-transcthulhu-dabe-strudel
As a (white, straight) writer, I’ve found myself becoming more aware of my characters and how I create them over the years--due in no small part to Tumblr and its like (never let it be said that online activism doesn’t have an effect). And I’ve found it goes both ways for me.
For instance, I’ve got a original/non-fanfic story going where I started out with two white main characters. And when it finally dawned on me that there was no reason they had to be white, I took another look at them both.
My heroine, the focus of my story--she was easy to change. Her characterization was very fixed in my head, but I could alter her race without issue (helped along, certainly, by the fact that it’s a fantasy world and she doesn’t have to be a minority as such).
My hero--not so much. For whatever reason, my brain simply would not let me alter him. He was short, white, and blond, and the moment I tried to change that, it killed the story dead.
I have no idea why.
So I changed the heroine and her city and her culture, and probably improved the story thereby.
The same thing happened a few years ago during NaNoWriMo; I changed one character's appearance--not even his race, just his height and hair--and the story was dead in the water. It's weird. My brain is a mysterious place.
So I started watching Turn. Caution: mild spoilers.
This has not been wonderful for my concentration on other tasks, but it's such a marvelous mess that I can't look away, even though history is not at all my thing. Granted, I've only watched the first season and three eps of the second so far. But given the acting and the fic potential, I'm disappointed at how little fandom I've managed to find to date.
(Disclaimer: I'm considering these characters mostly fictional; from what I can tell the personal storylines are veering far from the people's actual lives, so it's not quite as creepy as it sounds. I've started to consider it an AU version of U.S. history.)
I'm not sure why I get such a kick out of it, because most of the characters are either oblivious, batshit, or both. I'd love to line up the elder Woodhull, Anna Strong, Hewlett, and Ben, and smack them all upside the head, and to lock Simcoe and Rogers in a cage and let them cannibalize each other. Abe's got more directions than a weathervane and Mary needs to get a grip; about the only person with common sense is Caleb, and part of me wants to smack him just on general principles anyway. Abigail, and possible Akinbode, are the only other ones who really deserve to survive; even poor Baker was too honorable for his own good.
But oh, it's fun. It's fascinating to watch and occasionally very satisfying, even if I'm mentally throwing popcorn at the screen (I would have smothered Richard Woodhull years ago if he were my father). And the costume porn is terrific. There's a certain dry pleasure in watching Andre's and Arnold's doom coming for them, and in wondering if Hewlett's wig is ever gonna slip. And if anyone will ever save themselves a lot of trouble and slit Simcoe's throat.
I admit that Anna tends to drive me up a wall. She's incredibly self-centered in a very dangerous way, too quick-tempered and impulse-driven to be working as a spy. I keep thinking that her habit of changing her mind every time she wants something new is going to get them into deep trouble soon.
Simcoe makes my skin crawl, but then he's supposed to, so that's a success. It's interesting to compare him to Mr. Roukin, who out of character appears to be a perfectly nice and sweet person; apparently he's very, very good at what he does.
One wonders how Hewlett made it as far as Major; that guy is dim. And I can't help feeling sorry for King George, poor sod.
Do the digital comics still exist anywhere?