The Universal Law of Gravitation and Other Stories (South Park fanfic)
Every time I say to myself I'm not going to write any more fanfic, something crops up and I get sucked into it.
This time it was a South Park Big Bang.
I dunno... I had a vague idea about a story, then I chanced upon this when they were still accepting authors; it seemed like fate.
Anyway, it was a fun challenge. I found it worrying easy to write childish gross-out comedy; maybe I should try and get a job writing for BBC3? To balance that, I did attempt some satire and subtext. If you want to see how I got on, the link is below:
Title: The Universal Law of Gravitation and Other Stories
Author: SleepySheep683
Artists: Friggingodess
Beta:Druekee
Pairings Stan/Wendy, Kyle/Rebecca, Kyle/Bebe, Bebe/Clyde, Cartman/OC, Cartman/Kyle, Kenny/OC … and lots more.
Characters: Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Wendy, Kenny
Rating: R. A big, fat R. Possibly nudging NC-17, depending on how you feel about genitals.
Summary: Stan, Kyle and Cartman spend a night in the South Park slammer at the posthumous insistence of Kenny. Broken, bloodied and angry after the wrap party of their Junior High play, can their strained friendship be repaired by sunrise? Cue flashbacks to a botched laboratory break-in, Bebe's religious epiphany, a school play that turns everyone's lives upside down, and Cartman's increasingly confused psyche.
Warnings: It would probably be easier to list what doesn’t need to be warned about. There’s no rape (exactly), there’s no incest (kind of)… There’s no tentacle sex. There. Do expect lashing of tasteless comedy and deliberate stupidity in between the pathos.
Notes: Big thanks to my awesome Beta Druekee, who has been great with the dual task of beta-ing and helping me to Americanise things. Any errors are mine and mine alone.
Thanks to Friggingodess, who illustrated this fic. I've just had chance to see the pictures; they are awesome and I love them!
Also, big thanks to anyone who actually reads this through to the end – it’s a mammoth fic which has been written in notebooks on many trains, living rooms, aeroplanes and hotels spanning two continents and through mysterious fever, but I promise you it’s worth it.
This time it was a South Park Big Bang.
I dunno... I had a vague idea about a story, then I chanced upon this when they were still accepting authors; it seemed like fate.
Anyway, it was a fun challenge. I found it worrying easy to write childish gross-out comedy; maybe I should try and get a job writing for BBC3? To balance that, I did attempt some satire and subtext. If you want to see how I got on, the link is below:
Title: The Universal Law of Gravitation and Other Stories
Author: SleepySheep683
Artists: Friggingodess
Beta:Druekee
Pairings Stan/Wendy, Kyle/Rebecca, Kyle/Bebe, Bebe/Clyde, Cartman/OC, Cartman/Kyle, Kenny/OC … and lots more.
Characters: Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Wendy, Kenny
Rating: R. A big, fat R. Possibly nudging NC-17, depending on how you feel about genitals.
Summary: Stan, Kyle and Cartman spend a night in the South Park slammer at the posthumous insistence of Kenny. Broken, bloodied and angry after the wrap party of their Junior High play, can their strained friendship be repaired by sunrise? Cue flashbacks to a botched laboratory break-in, Bebe's religious epiphany, a school play that turns everyone's lives upside down, and Cartman's increasingly confused psyche.
Warnings: It would probably be easier to list what doesn’t need to be warned about. There’s no rape (exactly), there’s no incest (kind of)… There’s no tentacle sex. There. Do expect lashing of tasteless comedy and deliberate stupidity in between the pathos.
Notes: Big thanks to my awesome Beta Druekee, who has been great with the dual task of beta-ing and helping me to Americanise things. Any errors are mine and mine alone.
Thanks to Friggingodess, who illustrated this fic. I've just had chance to see the pictures; they are awesome and I love them!
Also, big thanks to anyone who actually reads this through to the end – it’s a mammoth fic which has been written in notebooks on many trains, living rooms, aeroplanes and hotels spanning two continents and through mysterious fever, but I promise you it’s worth it.
