Oh, What A Show

Title: Oh, What A Show
Rating: PG (Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine/Ragnell)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Circus Camelot has a building it doesn't own, a trick rider who just ran off to do panto, and a serious sponsor problem. Fortunately, it also has Merlin Emrys, master illusionist, and Arthur Pendragon, prince of tumblers.

Chapter One
Chapter Two

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Some days, you guys, I just don't even know. Normally my AUs are a little more...cerebral than this. You don't want to see the attempts I made at a cerebral version of this, though, they're not pretty.

Alternate Universe stories in fandom usually fall into a couple of categories:

-- stories where "one small change in history" changed the entire world
-- stories where an element (character gender, the existence of magic, the social order) has changed, which changes circumstances
-- stories where the characters are lifted up and put into a different setting

They each have their own challenges. The third one is especially hard to do well, and I'm not very certain I have, but the third one can also arguably be the most fun to write. They can, it's true, be a commentary on the changing (or unchanging) nature of social roles, character interactions, and the way culture modifies behaviour, but on the other hand sometimes you just want to see Arthur Pendragon do a handspring.

Anyway, then I wrote a fanfic about the characters in Merlin as circus performers, the end.

Title: Oh, What A Show
Rating: PG (Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine/Ragnell)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Circus Camelot has a building it doesn't own, a trick rider who just ran off to do panto, and a serious sponsor problem. Fortunately, it also has Merlin Emrys, master illusionist, and Arthur Pendragon, prince of tumblers.

Chapter One
Chapter Two

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It's origami time, and today I have a pair of pussies for you.

The first, which I forgot to post from yesterday, comes from my new favourite origami site. It's supposed to be a cat on a cushion. Admittedly it looks a little more like a gremlin in a spaceship, but the second one I tried looked like a turtle, so.

And then today I did another project from Pornigami, which is going to make me say something I don't believe I've ever said on this journal before: I ripped my labia.

( By request, pornigami pic behind a cut )

I was going to tape up the rip, but all I had was duct tape, and that's frankly alarming.

It looks sort of like the one in the book. My origami paper is way more cheerful and interesting, anyway, which ought to count for something.

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I have made Orgasmic Peanut Butter Soup.

Except via my ridiculous food sensitivities, I made it with soynut butter (almond would have been better, but I'm sampling all the styles) and duck stock instead of chicken stock. It tastes about the same.

While I made soup, I also sang the traditional cooking-stuff song, which I just remembered and which my Dad used to sing whenever he cooked, to wit:

Hey hey, good lookin'
Whatcha got cookin?
How about cooking something up with me?
Hey hey, sweet baby
Don't you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe?

Doo doo doo

I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill
I know a spot right over the hill
Dash full of pop and the dancing is free
If you wanna have fun, come along with me...

Repeat as necessary.

a) The Doo Doo Doo is vital. Vital.

b) I always assumed this was some pop song from the forties that I'd never heard, but a quick google just produced the fact that it's a song covered by Johnny Cash. WALK THE LINE, DAD. WALK THE LINE.