Santa Letter and Devil May Cry 3
Dear Yuletide Writer:
In my original request, I seem to remember stressing my determined embrace of all varieties of fanfic (short fic, long fic, polka-dotted fic), and that still goes. As long as it complies with the standard tenets of good fanfiction (e.g. plausible story, in-character actions, giant talking leopard), I will like it. Go crazy.
If we've been inauspiciously matched and you're looking for something else on my list to write, I would recommend one of the books. All the books are quite short, whereas the video game is looong. Also, I've never read fic for the book-fandoms, so I have no idea what normally gets written (although I have a pretty shrewd idea of the state of affairs in Eight Cousins). You can go nuts with the cliches or the subversion of cliches and I will be equally content.
On the other hand, if you're still mulling over how to approach the material -- I like wit, cohesive (if dysfunctional) families, friendships, drunken confessions, swashbuckling, and charm. I tend toward WAFF-y gen affirmations on the power of friendship/love/liquor. You can write romance or sex in any permutation if you'd like, but it's not something I demand.
In all four cases, I mentioned the characters that I especially like, so please don't unnecessarily besmirch them. (I'm specifically thinking of Rose, on the off-chance that you are angling to write a slash-incest-angst-death orgy. I mean, you can, but just be nice to Rose as Archie and Charlie are pledging their eternal love while they scourge Mac with razor blades.)
Also, I read the Eight Cousins books when I was very young, and I am somewhat humorless about them. As you might be able to tell.
Cheers,
Moe Machina
And since LiveJournal is not allowing me to harmlessly backdate this entry, here is a drabble for everyone else:
Killing Demons and Selling Lemonade (Devil May Cry 3)
"I can't believe you destroyed my motorcycle."
Dante rocked back in his chair. "I wasn't responsible, chica. It just...happened to get destroyed. While I was riding it. These things happen."
"How can you say that?" Lady hissed. "It took me years to earn the money for it. I spent my summers mowing lawns and pedaling paper routes and killing demons and selling lemonade. Ugh, that lemonade." She gestured with her pizza slice. "And why? So you could blow it up?"
"You can start over, get a new one," Dante said. "There's a big market for lemonade in these parts."