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[maribou]

I'm unreasonably irritated by people who make derivative art going from something that is under normal copyright, and then CC-license their derivative work with a NO DERIVATIVE WORKS tag.

Just sayin'. It's lame.

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[maribou]

PS Does this mean you've actually written some Whedon-inspired fanfic? Or is it just the hypothetical case?

[gement.livejournal.com]

Hypothetical, sorry. Let's see. I've written (on the web where anyone can see) a single piece of short MarySue angst in the Forever Knight universe, which I would have had pulled down years ago except the site went idle. It came back to life recently, but with 160,000 original words under my belt it no longer seems so glaringly embarrassing.

Off the web, scribbled in class notebooks or wallpapering my brain, I've dabbled (mostly MarySue-ish-ly, falling through a universe shift to go play in the Land of Fiction where it's all true and I've already read the ending) with Forever Knight, Highlander, Buffy, the White Wolf RPG framework, bits of Sandman, TMNT when I was quite young, Batman, Anne Rice vampires, the Doctor (duh)...

I think my favorite artistically was the one where I was consulting with Dream about Slayer prophecies kept in Abel's house and dealing with the apalling aftermath of Spike being de-chipped. I remember atrocity and poetic divination, and walking on a bridge over a zen garden stream with a few bobbing autumn leaves, the light slanting over me and the impeccably drawn Morpheus as we leaned on the railing... That was a nice one.

My favorite self-indulgent "I know something you don't know" one had the Doctor sitting in the back of Nick Knight (vampire cop)'s squad car:

Nick: "You ever been checked out for a heart condition, Doctor?"
Doc: "No, have you?"
Me: *internal cackle of insane inside joke glee*

The crowning self-indulgence, I believe, had me married to Methos raising a child Lestat had flung on our doorstep, and then meeting the Doctor at a playground with my four-year-old and realizing I am no longer in a position to just fly away. (My advice to my husband when he picked us up: We should take a vacation. In another state. And stockpile water and batteries. Trust me on this. If the Doctor is in town, our son should not be.)

In short, I have known better than to publish on the internet.

[maribou]

Charming and entertaining. Thanks for sharing those with me.

[gement.livejournal.com]

Heheh. I got a million of 'em.

My first formal fanfic would be waking up at three a.m. after watching a high school production of Romeo and Juliet, totally jazzed, hyper on drama. The only way I could get myself back to sleep, waking up at the same time like clockwork for two weeks, was scripting out more tragic endings for the play. Extra deaths, more people bound by honor to put each other out of their misery... it was great. When I ran out of permutations, I started on Phantom of the Opera (book canon).

I was in eighth grade. The world was my MarySue.

[maribou]

Heeheehee.

I always thought the original ending for that play was really stupid (surely NO ONE is that dumb! cmonnnn) until I saw the Baz Luhrmann version and went 'oh yeah, teenage hormones + sheltered life' OF COURES THEY WERE THAT DUMB.

My teenage fiction immersion tended to go more along the lines of imagining endless conversations with certain characters. Eg the apothecary from R & J. (Though we did rewrite it as a Star Trek episode, when we studied it in 11th grade, and then film said Star Trek episode. That was fun!)