teakay: (Ice Dance)
Title: The Wolves Eat Well This Year
Fandom: Old World of Darkness (Werewolf: the Apocalypse)
Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship
Rating: R
Word Count: ~9400
Summary: The year is 1940, and the death toll of the Winter War between Finland and the Soviet Union continues to mount. In the midst of this, a lost cub in the Red Army undergoes his First Change and finds himself at the mercy of Finnish Garou, contending with a destiny he doesn’t want.
Disclaimer: The Old World of Darkness and associated thingamabobbers aren’t mine.
Author’s Notes and Warnings: Finally managed to earmark some time to polish up another installment.

Contains violence and language, references to rape and torture, internalized homophobia and other values dissonance. On a lighter note, some bizarre but hopefully discreet shout-outs. Please note that the views of these characters certainly don’t always match my own.

Previous chapter here. First chapter here.


Chapter Five: Falcon and Cuckoo

I wouldn’t want to be one even if they’d wanted me. )

Next chapter here.
teakay: (Default)
Title: The Wolves Eat Well This Year
Fandom: Old World of Darkness (Werewolf: the Apocalypse)
Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship
Rating: R
Word Count: ~5700
Summary: The year is 1940, and the death toll of the Winter War between Finland and the Soviet Union continues to mount. In the midst of this, a lost cub in the Red Army undergoes his First Change and finds himself at the mercy of Finnish Garou, contending with a destiny he doesn’t want.
Disclaimer: The Old World of Darkness and associated thingamabobbers aren’t mine.
Author’s Notes and Warnings: Contains violence and language, references to rape and torture, internalized homophobia and other values dissonance. On a lighter note, some bizarre but hopefully discreet shout-outs. Please note that the views of these characters certainly don’t always match my own.

Previous chapter here. First chapter here.



Chapter Three: Consternation

Haven’t you got more to worry about than whether or not one kid conscript’s got enough of the fear of Finland in him? Not like he up and pointed at us on the map. )

Next chapter here.
teakay: (Default)
Title: The Wolves Eat Well This Year
Fandom: Old World of Darkness (Werewolf: the Apocalypse)
Genre: Drama/Angst/Friendship
Rating: R
Word Count: ~10500
Summary: The year is 1940, and the death toll of the Winter War between Finland and the Soviet Union continues to mount. In the midst of this, a lost cub in the Red Army undergoes his First Change and finds himself at the mercy of Finnish Garou, contending with a destiny he doesn’t want.
Disclaimer: The Old World of Darkness and associated thingamabobbers aren’t mine.
Author’s Notes and Warnings: Contains violence and language, references to rape and torture, internalized homophobia and other values dissonance. On a lighter note, some bizarre but hopefully discreet shout-outs. Please note that the views of these characters certainly don’t always match my own.

Previous chapter here.


Chapter Two: Accept an Honorable Surrender

If I hadn’t gotten back when I did there would’ve been a massacre )

Next chapter here.

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Monday, 31 May 2010 04:53 pm
teakay: (Default)
I've partly emerged from an unexpected Solitaire binge (it's so deceptively simple and conducive to one-more-round-itis) and started revising the first three chapters of my Werewolf historical, which have been left to stew for a bit. I'm even contemplating looking for a beta for the first time in years (I've told myself, whenever I read a fanficrant or whatever chiding those who haven't Got A Beta, that even if I found one I'm such a flaky fandom butterfly the betas would probably be happy not to deal with me). There's potential race/culture/sexuality/historyfail to fret about, and a major misunderstanding in these first chapters is a potential case of Poor Communication Kills - screw it up and I could have my lost cub be ridiculously paranoid about the body language he misinterprets (and/or interpret it with ridiculous precision), and/or his opposite number going right through insensitivity into sadism.

If you happen to read this and know someone who'd be game (or if you are game)...

At least since the Old World of Darkness is already retired I probably won't have the same Jossing problem I did for a Forgotten Realms would-be epic I tried ages ago (I merrily pounded keyboard until, before I'd gotten round to posting any of it, a new tie-in novel came out which killed off my main character. Fun times). Unless, of course, I find some bombshell in one of the many sourcebooks I haven't read.

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Tuesday, 11 May 2010 12:04 pm
teakay: (Cyric the Mad)
Well, back at home, unwinding, doing my summer reading for the senior seminar in the fall, waiting for grades to come in, etc. I've finally started chugging away (knocking wood) on a long-planned and abortively drafted World of Darkness/Werewolf historical fic which can be summed up as "Poke the Silver Fang: Hapless Lost Cub in Red Army Edition." All my research-paper-researching on the Winter War has further use.

And if you remember or care about the boggling quote on Hetalia from the last entry re: Soviet POW happy fun times, well, today I was browsing the main comm and came across a translation of a similarly-boggling deleted strip, in which Russia browbeats Germany into making the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact and divvying up Poland.

Let me put it this way: There's not talking about certain subjects so as to keep things light, and then there's talking about it and screwing it up.

... at least it was a deleted strip, so chances are he realized the screwup.

The more I think about it, the more Unfortunate Implications there seem to be in Germany being just abnormally strict (and not at all sure about his boss) while Russia's a nutbar who threatens other anthropomorphic personifications with Siberia.
teakay: (River Tam Malkavian)
Now that half my finals stuff is done, I'm taking a breather to announce that "poke the Get of Fenris" is almost as fun as "poke the Silver Fang." There's the kid who gets into Asatru at first mainly to shock his Lutheran parents, who then finds out both are wrong in different ways (because, after all, the mythology of the Get of Fenris is respun on the premise that it's good for Fenris to munch on Odin). Then there's one who had his First Change in a "tough love" hellhole and tore apart the staff, is correspondingly leery of the "character-building" dealt out by the rest of the tribe, and has an ancestor who was traumatized by a fae lord. There's the one chock full of Pure Breed, the very image of vaunted heroes, who is also a sensitive, soft-hearted artiste that even the Children of Gaia look at a little funny and who everyone assumes is a stoner.

(He goes in the proto-pack with the Silver Fang socialist and the Silent Strider who just wants to stay home and bake pies and the earnest slow-on-uptake Shadow Lord and the shy, sickly Fianna and the Red Talon enamored with the wonders of Ape-Things. To be absolutely technical none of them have actually passed muster for those tribes yet, but they all have absolutely whopping Pure Breed which makes the elders reluctant to shunt them off to the Children of Gaia or the Bone Gnawers until they're sure they can't get the square pegs into the round holes. Not to mention the socialist finds the universal homelessness of the Bone Gnawers highly suspicious. Who knows, they might actually succeed. Haven't plotted that far)

That's not even counting the theory I came across the other day that if Set the antediluvian vampire = Loki when he's not busy being Egyptian, then logically Set the antediluvian vampire = Fenris's daddy. Oh, the potential Star Wars reenactments! Allow me to elucidate )
teakay: (Im Yong Su poses in his sleep)
As the dining hall food did not quite suit my tastes for the occasion, I tried out a nearby pub for dinner. Pierogies and curry, not bad. After that, I finally stopped in at the candy store that replaced the bookstore, and was pleasantly surprised to find that they have an ongoing promotion with late-night discounts. Now I've some fudge and candy corn to try when I'm not so stuffed. And I talked to my parents in advance and I should have a sewing machine waiting when I get home for Thanksgiving.

Now I had better buckle down to all these papers before I let myself get back to playing "poke the Silver Fang from multiple angles" and never actually finish anything either recreational or academic.

(Seriously, they're so especially values-dissonant with all their Divine Right and such that I can't resist imagining i.e. the cub of impeccable Fang lineage who is genteelly poor and falls for his Bone Gnawer neighbor, or falls for a vampire, or runs off with changelings, or is a hapless WWII-era Red Army soldier, or is an avowed commie. Not to forget the Malkavian Kinfolk)

(Also, because I am perverse, the occasional tone I get from the sourcebooks of "NO NO YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG," or in the case of the Malkavian and Fianna books "SHUT UP ABOUT THE DAMN FAIRIES ALREADY," especially tempts me to do it wrong)
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