inception
There's a reason I have a braintwin. Apparently it is for CRACK.
So I watched Inception months ago and it was interesting and whatever and I read fic as it was recommended on my droll and whatever but I was not hugely inspired (other than the OH MY GOD WHAT horribly straight Dom/Mal vid--so come with me up to the balcony and we'll fall like paper planes/in the morning the papers will say 'lovers fly away' WTF IS THAT EVEN besides painful, so very painful, why couldn't I have awesome vid ideas like Like a Boss? I fucking love that vid).
Then this week I went to see it with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
niqaeli who had not seen it prior (we were waiting for, like, two months for it to hit the dollar theatre, and boggling at the wait) and after discussing it with her SUDDENLY MY BRAIN IS FULL OF CRACK BUNNIES.
Because, see, there HAS to be ESP involved: the PASIV only links them with IVs of drugs, there's no neurological connectors via which they could conceivably mechanically link their brains to share dreams. I think one of the drugs in the compound is some kind of ESP opener (that and the instant REM state drug are the two main ones in the compound) but if they're not telepathically linked, how are they sharing dreams? Which means pon farr is TOTALLY on the table. Operating theory of the fic is that dream orgy is clearly necessary to unglue their brains from each other after they do multiple layers together--well, that or the ESP blocker that's in the post-extraction cocktail they give to the target (not JUST a sedative to make sure he's the last to wake up, that cocktail), but taking the ESP blocker tends to make it very hard to do dreamwork in the future, so Arthur's position is 'omg I'm sorry Dom's an asshat, your choices are have the drug and pretty much walk away entirely or come have dream sex with all of us, it might be saner to take the drug I'M SORRY OMG." Much ridiculousness is had, but hilariously I have very little interest in actually writing the orgy. Although it pleases me to imagine Ariadne monopolizing blonde Eames for shits and giggles.
PS fandom why are you not all over the telepathy thing? I know the movie never mentions ESP but how else do you explain it? Has then been addressed somewhere I didn't see because I've mostly been reading stress baking AUs?
Also the telepathy issue brings up is Mal only Dom's projection or is it possibly that some whole or fragmented part of her personality got copied over in their telepathic comings and goings? Could Mal be a telepathic shade? I really want a story where Mal shows up in one of the others' brains on a job that Dom's not on and they flip their shit because WTF NOT AS CRAZY AS DOM COBB, I REFUSE TO BE. Or, even better, on a job that any TWO of them are on, and they're going WTF DID YOU BRING HER I DIDN'T BRING HER OH GOD WHAT.
Then there's the shit niq has me cooking up about wtf ways to use Eames's forging abilities. She suggested in aid of someone's furry fantasy and I replied that no, wingfic was in order--
niq: Are they SPARKLY?
me: Not sparkly enough, no, because Eames has done FAR TOO MUCH RESEARCH on realistic wings--
(side note: he absolutely did vast, personal research for the blonde and is INSULTED when Arthur asks which one she's a copy of, she's a work of ART, not plagiarism, though Eames will be happy to give you references of inspiration for any body part that interests you)
At some point in the conversation niq objected to the wing fantasy belonging to Arthur because she feels fandom has made much of little with that pairing and fucked up what they had (where is the bitchy snark? and no one understands the correct usage of "darling" in the British parlance, apparently) so I said:
me: So Eames has done so much research on wings for Saito's fantasy--
niq: AHAHAHAH OMG he wants wings AND tentacles!
me: --THAT HE HAS TWO HYPERREALISTIC PROBLEMS--
niq: yes? (humoring the crazy lady)
me: 1) he smells like sea gull and 2) he's done enough research into weight-to-wingspan ratios that he can't convince himself, dream or no, that he can fly.
I am transcribing from memory of spoken conversation, not copy/pasting from IM, so I have probably lost some of the hilarity.
AND THEN THERE WAS THE OTHER ONE ABOUT WHAT DOM WANTS EAMES TO FORGE--Mal. And Eames thinks this is so crazy he doesn't even want to call Dom on his crazy, he just wants to back away slowly from the crazy. So he's like, "Oh, I could do the look, the hair, the clothes--she always did dress to kill--but I couldn't do the accent." And Dom's like, "You're shitting me," because seriously? A forger of Eames's calibre couldn't do an accent? But Eames is like, "No, I swear, on my honour as a Briton," left hand on his chest, "I couldn't do it." And then later tells Arthur that Dom's a fucking loony and Arthur should perhaps get him some therapy.
Seriously OMG I am probably never going to write any of this as actual story but it makes me so happy to have floating around in my head and it is allniqaeli's fault. I less-than-three her so.
So I watched Inception months ago and it was interesting and whatever and I read fic as it was recommended on my droll and whatever but I was not hugely inspired (other than the OH MY GOD WHAT horribly straight Dom/Mal vid--so come with me up to the balcony and we'll fall like paper planes/in the morning the papers will say 'lovers fly away' WTF IS THAT EVEN besides painful, so very painful, why couldn't I have awesome vid ideas like Like a Boss? I fucking love that vid).
Then this week I went to see it with
niqaeli who had not seen it prior (we were waiting for, like, two months for it to hit the dollar theatre, and boggling at the wait) and after discussing it with her SUDDENLY MY BRAIN IS FULL OF CRACK BUNNIES."Hi," said Arthur when Ariadne opened her hotel door. He then launched into: "So Dom is an asshole who's apparently forgotten the meaning or maybe just the ethical necessity of full disclosure in our line of work."
"Yeah, I'd caught that," Ariadne said. The job was over, though, so what Dom hadn't told them couldn't hurt them now, right? "Was there something in particular you wanted to vent about that he forgot to tell you?"
"No," said Arthur. "That he forgot to tell you. See, he just confessed that he might have forgotten to mention the pon farr to you."
Ariadne stared at him. "The what?" she said flatly.
"Uh," said Arthur. "You're not familiar with Star Trek...?"
"Oh, I am," said Ariadne. "Ergo me wanting to know, pon farr has what to do with my life?"
Because, see, there HAS to be ESP involved: the PASIV only links them with IVs of drugs, there's no neurological connectors via which they could conceivably mechanically link their brains to share dreams. I think one of the drugs in the compound is some kind of ESP opener (that and the instant REM state drug are the two main ones in the compound) but if they're not telepathically linked, how are they sharing dreams? Which means pon farr is TOTALLY on the table. Operating theory of the fic is that dream orgy is clearly necessary to unglue their brains from each other after they do multiple layers together--well, that or the ESP blocker that's in the post-extraction cocktail they give to the target (not JUST a sedative to make sure he's the last to wake up, that cocktail), but taking the ESP blocker tends to make it very hard to do dreamwork in the future, so Arthur's position is 'omg I'm sorry Dom's an asshat, your choices are have the drug and pretty much walk away entirely or come have dream sex with all of us, it might be saner to take the drug I'M SORRY OMG." Much ridiculousness is had, but hilariously I have very little interest in actually writing the orgy. Although it pleases me to imagine Ariadne monopolizing blonde Eames for shits and giggles.
PS fandom why are you not all over the telepathy thing? I know the movie never mentions ESP but how else do you explain it? Has then been addressed somewhere I didn't see because I've mostly been reading stress baking AUs?
Also the telepathy issue brings up is Mal only Dom's projection or is it possibly that some whole or fragmented part of her personality got copied over in their telepathic comings and goings? Could Mal be a telepathic shade? I really want a story where Mal shows up in one of the others' brains on a job that Dom's not on and they flip their shit because WTF NOT AS CRAZY AS DOM COBB, I REFUSE TO BE. Or, even better, on a job that any TWO of them are on, and they're going WTF DID YOU BRING HER I DIDN'T BRING HER OH GOD WHAT.
Then there's the shit niq has me cooking up about wtf ways to use Eames's forging abilities. She suggested in aid of someone's furry fantasy and I replied that no, wingfic was in order--
niq: Are they SPARKLY?
me: Not sparkly enough, no, because Eames has done FAR TOO MUCH RESEARCH on realistic wings--
(side note: he absolutely did vast, personal research for the blonde and is INSULTED when Arthur asks which one she's a copy of, she's a work of ART, not plagiarism, though Eames will be happy to give you references of inspiration for any body part that interests you)
At some point in the conversation niq objected to the wing fantasy belonging to Arthur because she feels fandom has made much of little with that pairing and fucked up what they had (where is the bitchy snark? and no one understands the correct usage of "darling" in the British parlance, apparently) so I said:
me: So Eames has done so much research on wings for Saito's fantasy--
niq: AHAHAHAH OMG he wants wings AND tentacles!
me: --THAT HE HAS TWO HYPERREALISTIC PROBLEMS--
niq: yes? (humoring the crazy lady)
me: 1) he smells like sea gull and 2) he's done enough research into weight-to-wingspan ratios that he can't convince himself, dream or no, that he can fly.
I am transcribing from memory of spoken conversation, not copy/pasting from IM, so I have probably lost some of the hilarity.
AND THEN THERE WAS THE OTHER ONE ABOUT WHAT DOM WANTS EAMES TO FORGE--Mal. And Eames thinks this is so crazy he doesn't even want to call Dom on his crazy, he just wants to back away slowly from the crazy. So he's like, "Oh, I could do the look, the hair, the clothes--she always did dress to kill--but I couldn't do the accent." And Dom's like, "You're shitting me," because seriously? A forger of Eames's calibre couldn't do an accent? But Eames is like, "No, I swear, on my honour as a Briton," left hand on his chest, "I couldn't do it." And then later tells Arthur that Dom's a fucking loony and Arthur should perhaps get him some therapy.
Seriously OMG I am probably never going to write any of this as actual story but it makes me so happy to have floating around in my head and it is all
niqaeli's fault. I less-than-three her so.
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I've been very sad at the lack of this myself. Also been toying with the idea that if someone actually dies dies while in a shared dreamspace that fragments, or indeed, the entire personality could be transferred. OK, I'll admit it - I like it when things become psychologically fucked up. BUT FUN, SO MUCH FUN. Like wtf-am-i-dreaming-about, when-did-I-start-putting-sugar-in-my-coffee, WHERE-DID-MY-USUAL-SEXUAL-ORIENTATION-GO-AND-WHY-ARE-YOU-IN-MY-DREAMS-EFFING-THINGS-UP, OMG-OMG-OMG-OMG!. So yeah, fun.
So that puts Dom requesting Eames forging Mal squarely on my wish list *g*
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Now I need to figure out how to get someone to write me this, because that is such a brilliant idea.
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