I am getting super into this fandom, you guys. The show strikes a perfect balance between being gorgeous and dark and food-porny, and being kind of...endlessly mockable. And the fandom is also a balance: between wonderful fanart and lovely prose and intelligent analysis of body language or costume design, and a hot mess of confused kinksters and doomed romantics trying to do thinks like make 'Hanni' happen (stop. it's not going to happen.) and come up with ways to make it all OK in the end. SPOILERS: IT WILL NEVER BE OK.

Being Involved With A Fandom hasn't coincided with Having Enough Leisure Time For Fandom since I first discovered BSG, which was...whoa, a long time ago now. It's even made me venture into the territory of KINK MEMES, which I have never really enjoyed in the past, but it's good for me to try and produce short things for a change. (If you are in this fandom and you want me to write short things for you, LOB PROMPTS AT MY HEAD; some of them will probably stick.)

So far I have written one fill -- cleaned up and posted here -- and am gnawing on a few other tasty prompts.

(food metaphors: you can't avoid them in this fandom, it is one big circus of increasingly ludicrous cannibal puns)

OOH CIRCUS AU

did I mention

I am having a lot of AU cravings

anyway

The short version is: this fandom is perfect for me, I think I'll stay awhile.

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Title: Medico della Peste
Fandom: Hannibal
Warnings: Mentions of cannibalism, violence, and general creepiness. So. Like the show.
Word count: 5191
Notes: Who let me into this fandom, it is so bad-good for me. Like chocolate mud cake. I want to write about EVERYONE, and from everyone's point of view, but we'll start with the good doctor himself, because who am I to pass up a chance to write about food, anatomy and commedia dell'arte?

The title & nominative metaphor are definitely the fault of this image here.

( Will grasps the knife in his bloody hand and says, 'This is what you did to Abigail, isn't it?'Collapse )

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1) Outdoor Socialisation! The practice med student and I went to a nearby town for their monthly market and bought a shitload of foodie stuff. I now have a bottle of caramelised balsamic vinegar infused with persimmons and finger limes (I know) which I am going to put on fucking everything. Eggs. Salad. Ice cream. Whatever.

2) I watched Back to the Future for the first time. A+ viewing experience.

3) FINISHED THE HANNIBAL FIC. Will glance over it tomorrow and then post it; it's disgracefully self-indulgent and I don't caaaaaaare, I was long overdue a short and show-offy lyrical kind of piece and hopefully it will calm down that part of my writing brain for a while so I can concentrate on plottier things.

4) Did not die of aching muscles, though kind of wanted to. GYM. WHY.

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I'm here in the tiny country town where I will be spending the next few months, trying to adjust to GP medicine from the hospital mindset. The town itself has a couple of nice coffee places, a library, and -- within a five-minute walk of my house! -- a gym, two large supermarkets, a Dan Murphy's, and a pizza place. So. There's the basics covered. No Thai restaurants, but what can you do :(

I have a lovely large house all to myself, two doors down from the GP practice. And by 'lovely and large' I mean 'spacious and creaky'. I can't shake the feeling that I'm inhabiting the first few chapters of a Gothic novel. Branches keep knocking in a terribly Poe-esque way against the windows of the kitchen/dining room -- the only room where the wifi works well enough for me to set up my computer.

It's a good, modern kitchen though. I made epic amounts of tomato sugo tonight and threw zucchini and mushrooms into it, and then I salt-scrubbed and re-seasoned the rusty steel wok I stole from my parents (what sort of self-respecting kitchen lacks a wok? how do you cook anything??) and now I am drinking apple cider and contemplating unpacking the rest of my suitcase.

Maybe I will stare at my Hannibal fic some more first.

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1) I've reached the skittish, attention-hopping part of writing something, when I'm close enough to finishing that my mind has already dismissed it and wandered on to the next three things. I have to keep dragging myself back and grimly adding another paragraph or two.

2) At least one of the next three things wants to be HANNIBAL fic, because my abiding love for the two Harris novels I've read & reread (Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal) has collided with my brand-new love for Hugh Dancy's ridiculous face and my deep, deep appreciation for the show's creepy aesthetic choices.

3) I was very unwell for about 24 hours yesterday, and in some kind of fever-fit decided to start reading reams of hockey RPF. I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT HOCKEY. OR PEOPLE WHO PLAY HOCKEY. AT ALL. This is like that time I accidentally fell into SG:A fic with zero canon knowledge and stumbled out after 72 hours with the world's most epic fandom hangover.

4) Work is work. In a couple of weeks I'm moving to the country for a three month term, which I'm really looking forward to.

5) ...my hair is really great at the moment? I've had so many compliments and felt so good about myself since going copper-red, which is a lot to get out of a superficial change, but part of me has always wanted red hair and is giddy with finally attaining it. (I think it's the thirteen-year-old part of me that read nothing but fantasy novels for the first two years of high school, and imprinted hard on Fiesty Red-Headed Heroines.)

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IPAD

iPad!

...

Guess what I bought today?

The full answer is a bit alarming, because I have a tendency to wait for a month and then get all of my shopping out of the way in a florid burst of expenditure. So as well as an iPad, I also bought:

- a leather folio for it
- an ultrathin keyboard case
- three books (Ray Bradbury's We'll Always Have Paris, Patricia Highsmith's The Talented Mister Ripley and Jill Stark's High Sobriety; the last is a memoir by a health journalist who went from constant binge drinking to a year of abstinence, and I might do a thinkier post when I've finished reading it)
- some goodies from Lush (bubble bars, hair conditioner, face wash)
- The Lion in Winter on DVD, HUZZAH \o/

But mostly: iPad. It's to replace my old eeePC, which served me well through medical school and then served my brother equally well through his last couple of years of law school, and the charger of which died an alarming, explosive, lingering-smell-of-burned-plastic death last week. It also means I finally have a vehicle for reading ebooks. I WILL NEVER GET ANYTHING DONE AGAIN.

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I SURVIVED THE WEEK. It's been madly busy, and next week will probably be worse (my neuro team is on take for two weeks in a row, UGH; if everyone in the city could maybe hold off on having strokes, migraines or meningitis for another six days or so, that'd be grand) so I need to have an intensely relaxing weekend, I think.

There will be beef fajitas. And a Patricia Highsmith book. And I might go and buy a proper box of that chilli-infused black tea I sampled a while back, and make many spicy pots of it.

And write.

What are your plans for the weekend, o flist?

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Whatever it is, I seem to be labouring under the delusion that I can replace it with white wine, the Of Monsters & Men album, and long periods of staring with ever-plummeting optimism at an unfinished story.

DEAR SELF: YOU'RE ONLY A WRITER IF YOU WRITE

I'm still not very good at the idea of first drafts; I've never really overhauled a story, once written, on any level more than sentence-tweaking or the occasional added paragraph. I can't get over my tendency to fret and stall because what if I don't get it right, what if it can't be fixed?

Plus, nothing pulls me out of the writing process faster than the conviction that I'm Writing Poorly.

Anybody got any non-alcohol-related advice for ways to shut up the inner critic for long enough to churn out the necessary words?

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