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Yet another Glee Drabble
Feb. 11th, 2012 06:08 pmTo answer the unasked questions: I’m writing Glee drabbles because Remix Redux is coming up, and I’d like to qualify in another fandom (I do qualify in Firefly and Veronica Mars at this point, but I’d like to qualify in as many as possible), so I’m writing some Glee.
This one’s about Sue, and I know that my version of Sue is probably drastically different from most people’s. And I defintely think she should be on meds, because she’s seriously crazy.
This one’s about Sue, and I know that my version of Sue is probably drastically different from most people’s. And I defintely think she should be on meds, because she’s seriously crazy.
( Track Suit Lies )
Trying something new
Feb. 11th, 2012 05:12 pmThis is a Glee drabble. I know that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, so I just ask that if it’s not something you’re interested in, you not read.
Kurt is one of my favourite characters. I don’t always agree with him, but I always see where he’s coming from with it. This drabble is a result of talking about Kurt with my fiancé. So, yes, this is my interpretation of Kurt, but it’s an interpretation based completely off of the canon I’ve seen so far (I’m a little less than halfway through Season 2).
Kurt is one of my favourite characters. I don’t always agree with him, but I always see where he’s coming from with it. This drabble is a result of talking about Kurt with my fiancé. So, yes, this is my interpretation of Kurt, but it’s an interpretation based completely off of the canon I’ve seen so far (I’m a little less than halfway through Season 2).
( Born This Way )
12 Days of Christmas
Feb. 4th, 2012 05:14 pmOkay, so I started this story, doing it in drabbles, as pre-gifts for the VM Secret Santa that I signed up for. Unfortunately, I didn’t do the math exactly right to have one drabble every day, culminating in the thirteenth day having the full-blown story that was the entire story, so I went ahead and posted the story-story, and put the 12 Days fic on the backburner to finish quickly.
And then real life kicked me in the teeth.
So now, just in time for Valentine’s Day, I have the story finally finished.
And then real life kicked me in the teeth.
So now, just in time for Valentine’s Day, I have the story finally finished.
Stars and Dreams and Fire
Jan. 24th, 2012 04:06 pmThis story was inspired by a dream that was just plain crazy. It was a combination of Star Wars and Firefly, and then Xander Harris was there and we were traversing a cave with a river running through it, and a cave frog told Xander and I to answer three riddles or he’d drown us. Xander asked the cave frog if he could give us a pass, because we were friends of Moo, and the evil cave frog said that the other cave frogs don’t like Moo because he’s “honest” and doesn’t like to drown people. And I woke up because the evil cave frog was trying to drown me.
So, this story has almost absolutely nothing in common with that dream. Which is really for the best.
So, this story has almost absolutely nothing in common with that dream. Which is really for the best.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AADLER! And story.
Oct. 10th, 2011 11:58 amIt’s my daddy’s birthday today! We just got back from his high school reunion last night, and I at least had fun, though I passed out early on Saturday night.
On the way down, I wrote a story, had the first draft finished before going to sleep Friday night, and then started the second draft, using the Snowflake method (or at least parts of it, because it’s too short to have used all the steps).
( Rain and Disillusion )
On the way down, I wrote a story, had the first draft finished before going to sleep Friday night, and then started the second draft, using the Snowflake method (or at least parts of it, because it’s too short to have used all the steps).
( Rain and Disillusion )
Yeah, finally getting around to posting this. This was actually my submission for the Remix Madness, instead of the regular Remix (though that one will be coming up soon, too). I’ll post my thoughts on this story in a comment, to keep things separate.
This story is a remix of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grav_ity’s story, “The Boy Who Stayed”.
( Read more … )
This story is a remix of
grav_ity’s story, “The Boy Who Stayed”. ( Read more … )
So, I have a theory that if properly explained, just about any two characters that aren’t blood related — and are the genders that the characters involved are attracted to — can be made to work. This was an exercise.
( Words Unspoken )
Oh, my gosh. Has it really been that long since I’ve written fanfic?
Yes, it has. First one up is a drabble. Veronica Mars crossover with a surprise.
( Strong )
Second and third ones are standalones that are part of a series. The Season One finale of Veronica Mars intrigued me. I didn’t have to wait a whole summer to find out who was at the door since I had the next season on DVD. I waited all of not even five minutes. But the possibilites of who it could have been? That struck me. So I’m writing various stories about who it could have been, and the things that could have happened. And by various, I mean that I have hazy ideas for ten, and five others planned out and just needing to be written.
Go me!
So, second story.
( Pooh and His Simplistic Wisdom )
( Ice Queen )
Yes, it has. First one up is a drabble. Veronica Mars crossover with a surprise.
( Strong )
Second and third ones are standalones that are part of a series. The Season One finale of Veronica Mars intrigued me. I didn’t have to wait a whole summer to find out who was at the door since I had the next season on DVD. I waited all of not even five minutes. But the possibilites of who it could have been? That struck me. So I’m writing various stories about who it could have been, and the things that could have happened. And by various, I mean that I have hazy ideas for ten, and five others planned out and just needing to be written.
Go me!
So, second story.
( Pooh and His Simplistic Wisdom )
( Ice Queen )
Been waiting for the ficathon to go live.
The rules were, pick a Jo Chen cover, and write a story that the cover would fit — and NOT be a Season 8 story. At all. I picked Cover #35, Twilight Part Four.
The rules were, pick a Jo Chen cover, and write a story that the cover would fit — and NOT be a Season 8 story. At all. I picked Cover #35, Twilight Part Four.
I’m finally posting the story I wrote for the remix.
I will post the link to the story I remixed (EDIT: Ishafel’s “Four Weddings and a Funeral”), but right now, I'm not sure where it is, and I am tired.
Story time.
I will post the link to the story I remixed (EDIT: Ishafel’s “Four Weddings and a Funeral”), but right now, I'm not sure where it is, and I am tired.
Story time.
( Shadow of the Veil: The Wedding March Remix )
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As I've said multiple times, I am more proud of this remix than any other one. I'm actually more proud of this story than any other story, period, except maybe Yesterday's Echo.
As always, I would love to hear comments. (I'll be going in and italicizing, etc, tomorrow.)
First there was Wicked Raygun’s “Disbelief”, once upon a time. And then there was liz_marcs’ AMAZING follow up, “Dismay”. I love that story. Followed some time later by learnedhand_dj’s “Discern”. And then followed by Lori Bush’s “Distortion”.
And now there’s this one. The sad part is, I found Distortion … Oh, God, MONTHS ago, if not a year or more ago. I loved it. I love this series. The shining star, in my opinion, is Dismay, but I think that’s because, as much as I love Lori Bush, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Liz Marcs as a writer. Seriously. She is absolutely amazing. Lori writes the type of things I would write. She matches up closer to me than Liz. But Liz … the woman is a writing goddess.
Anyway, I read Distortion. I loved it. And I decided to write a follow up.
And then forgot about it. Whoops.
So. Story.
( “Dismiss” )
liz_marcs’ AMAZING follow up, “Dismay”. I love that story. Followed some time later by learnedhand_dj’s “Discern”. And then followed by Lori Bush’s “Distortion”.And now there’s this one. The sad part is, I found Distortion … Oh, God, MONTHS ago, if not a year or more ago. I loved it. I love this series. The shining star, in my opinion, is Dismay, but I think that’s because, as much as I love Lori Bush, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Liz Marcs as a writer. Seriously. She is absolutely amazing. Lori writes the type of things I would write. She matches up closer to me than Liz. But Liz … the woman is a writing goddess.
Anyway, I read Distortion. I loved it. And I decided to write a follow up.
And then forgot about it. Whoops.
So. Story.
( “Dismiss” )
Birthday story for Waddis
Oct. 19th, 2009 12:46 amXander was walking home in a dark mood.
Yeah, okay, walking home in Sunnydale at night, not the smartest thing in the world.
Doing so alone, and without Buffy around, especially smart.
Part of him was hoping for a vampire to decide to make a snack out of him.
He’d been the butt of a cruel joke. Buffy had used him to hurt Angel, and didn’t care that it would hurt him in the process.
He’d never do that to a girl.
If a girl ever liked him, he’d do everything he could to make her happy. Even if he didn’t like her back, he’d let her down gently, and not use her in an act of cruelty.
He’d never do that to a girl.
Never, ever.
He stopped in his tracks.
Oh, crap.
He had done that.
Not for the sake of cruelty.
But that’s what he’d done to Willow earlier that night. He’d led her on, because she was looking at him with those Willow eyes, and she was his Willow, and he’d almost kissed her because she’d licked her Willow lips with her Willow tongue, and gotten ice cream on her cute adorable Willow nose, and he’d leaned in and almost kissed her —
But then Buffy had shown up, and he’d dropped Willow like a hot potato.
He needed to apologize. But this wasn’t just any apology. This needed an epic apology. This needed an apology worthy of Willow.
He swung by the supermarket on the way to Willow’s house.
Yeah, okay, walking home in Sunnydale at night, not the smartest thing in the world.
Doing so alone, and without Buffy around, especially smart.
Part of him was hoping for a vampire to decide to make a snack out of him.
He’d been the butt of a cruel joke. Buffy had used him to hurt Angel, and didn’t care that it would hurt him in the process.
He’d never do that to a girl.
If a girl ever liked him, he’d do everything he could to make her happy. Even if he didn’t like her back, he’d let her down gently, and not use her in an act of cruelty.
He’d never do that to a girl.
Never, ever.
He stopped in his tracks.
Oh, crap.
He had done that.
Not for the sake of cruelty.
But that’s what he’d done to Willow earlier that night. He’d led her on, because she was looking at him with those Willow eyes, and she was his Willow, and he’d almost kissed her because she’d licked her Willow lips with her Willow tongue, and gotten ice cream on her cute adorable Willow nose, and he’d leaned in and almost kissed her —
But then Buffy had shown up, and he’d dropped Willow like a hot potato.
He needed to apologize. But this wasn’t just any apology. This needed an epic apology. This needed an apology worthy of Willow.
He swung by the supermarket on the way to Willow’s house.
***
He tossed a rock at Willow’s window.
No answer.
Xander sighed, and climbed through Willow’s window.
He was very glad that his Willow lived on the ground floor, instead of the second story like Buffy.
No thinking about Buffy tonight. Tonight was for Willow.
Willow was asleep, looking all cute with her hair pulled back in a headband, and her nose crinkled up.
He shook her awake, and loved watching the recognition appear in her eyes as her brain came to fuzzy alertness. “Xander? What are you doing here?” He watched her as she put herself through her mental tests to see if she was dreaming, then sat up, convinced she was awake.
“Had to come over, Wills. Had something I needed to tell you. And it had to be tonight, because tonight was when I realized it.” Xander shifted around nervously, quite possibly the first time he’d ever been nervous with Willow. “Wills, I know you like me. As more than a Xander friend, I mean.” She blushed bright red, and opened her mouth to say something. “And I know that I’m slow and clueless, and that I don’t deserve you, because you’re the awesomest Willow there ever was.” He risked looking at her, and saw that she was just staring at him with wide eyes. “And I’m sorry for hurting you like I know you have. But you’re my Willow, and you’ll always be my Willow. And I love you, Wills. I don’t know if I love you like you love me.” Her face fell. “But I’m willing to find out, if you’re willing to let me.”
Willow meeped.
And then his Willow was kissing him.
Guess he had his answer.
He pulled away. “First, we gotta seal it, Wills.” He reached into the shopping bag and pulled out a Twinkie. “We have to swear on the holy Twinkie that we’ll always be best friends, no matter what happens.”
END
First Kisses
Oct. 17th, 2009 08:47 pmFirefly fanfic. Four drabbles and a ficlet.
First Kisses
Zoe watched Wash out of the corner of her eye.
He liked her. She could tell.
A man just don’t look at a woman the way he looked at her iffen he don’t like what he sees.
He was either shy or he respected her too much to act on his inclinations.
He didn’t ‘zactly strike her as the shy type.
Which left him respectin’ her.
That suited her just fine, because she had to admit, she respected him right back.
She slid into his lap and kissed him, long and hard.
Zoe had never been accused of being subtle.
* * *
Mal could be gentlemanly when it suited him. Right then it suited him just fine to be all gentlemanly and help Inara to her shuttle when she was tipsified.
He never seen her lose control like that afore, and his admiration for her went up a few notches cause of it.
Despite the fact that she wasn’t walking straight, she still handled herself with class, her head high.
She mumbled about a kiss.
Well, gentlemen obliged their ladies, didn’t they?
He walked back to his bunk whistling cheerfully.
Her eyes next day told him she didn’t remember none of it.
* * *
Kaylee was so close Simon could smell the strawberries on her skin.
The strawberries he’d given her.
She looked up at him, her eyes that defied definition of exact color shifting from blue to green to gray and back again.
She was thanking him for the strawberries, even though he’d never told her they were from him.
She stood up on tiptoe, to kiss him on the cheek. It took a small movement to turn his head just enough that instead of his cheek, her lips landed on his.
A small movement, but not a small action.
Simon tasted strawberries.
* * *
Book was surprised to get a cake. The cake itself wasn’t the surprise.
How they knew his birthday was the surprise.
River gave him a knowing look, and he knew that it had been her.
He looked around the table, and the happy smiles of everyone on the ship, even Jayne, made his own mouth fall into a smile.
He wondered why he was there. He didn’t see him doing them good.
Then they’d do something, and he’d think maybe he wasn’t there for them. That he needed them.
Kaylee stuck a candle in the cake, and kissed his cheek.
* * *
River started seeking him out once her brother started playing around with little Kaylee.
After the first few times of trying to get rid of her, he finally gave up.
‘Sides, she took good care of his guns. Respected them almost as much as he did.
Her favorite was Vera.
He liked her better for it.
The first few times she picked up one of his guns and started cleaning them, he got all nervous and twitchy. After all, the times she’d gone violent, it had been on his ass. First with the cutting him, then with the knocking him out.
He wasn’t sure if he’d yet forgiven her for that one.
She picked up a gun, stripped it, and cleaned it to a shine that he couldn’t duplicate.
He didn’t think he’d forgive her of that, either.
She’d been different since she’d started keeping him company. Saner, somehow.
She caught his eye with her own, and he found himself snared. He tried damn hard to make sure she never looked directly in his eyes, because it always felt like she was trying to suck him in, trying to lay claim.
He belonged to no man but hisself.
She cocked her head to the side, still staring him down, seeing things he didn’t want anyone seeing. “He’s afraid that he won’t be himself if he gives himself away.”
Jayne felt the flare of his temper, but held onto the edges of it. “Don’t go poking ‘round in my head none, Darlin’. You mayhaps won’t like what you see.”
River moved with the dancer’s grace that didn’t make a sound, not letting his eyes go. “She won’t hurt you. You don’t hurt her. You help her. She won’t bite the hand that feeds her.”
Hadn’t he just been thinking she was saner?
There’s irony for you.
He picked up another of his guns and started cleaning it to take his mind off the girl.
‘Parently she didn’t need to look into eyes to know his thoughts. “I’m not a girl.”
He looked her up and down, intentionally trying to offend. “’Pears as though you got girl parts to me.”
Girl wasn’t her brother. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “I’m female. But I’m not a girl. Stopped being a girl long ago.” She walked to him, not giving him extra space.
His only option was stay where he was or run.
He’d be damned if he’d run from her.
He stayed.
When her mouth met his, he knew he was a dead man.
Mal finds out, he’s gone. And that’s nothing if the Doc found out.
Then her mouth was against his again, and he stopped worrying.
Mayhap he’d forgive her after all.
And the possibility of death didn’t seem to matter so much.
After all, as everyone on board Serenity knew, he did like his weapons.
And River was a damn good weapon.
END
First Kisses
Zoe watched Wash out of the corner of her eye.
He liked her. She could tell.
A man just don’t look at a woman the way he looked at her iffen he don’t like what he sees.
He was either shy or he respected her too much to act on his inclinations.
He didn’t ‘zactly strike her as the shy type.
Which left him respectin’ her.
That suited her just fine, because she had to admit, she respected him right back.
She slid into his lap and kissed him, long and hard.
Zoe had never been accused of being subtle.
* * *
Mal could be gentlemanly when it suited him. Right then it suited him just fine to be all gentlemanly and help Inara to her shuttle when she was tipsified.
He never seen her lose control like that afore, and his admiration for her went up a few notches cause of it.
Despite the fact that she wasn’t walking straight, she still handled herself with class, her head high.
She mumbled about a kiss.
Well, gentlemen obliged their ladies, didn’t they?
He walked back to his bunk whistling cheerfully.
Her eyes next day told him she didn’t remember none of it.
* * *
Kaylee was so close Simon could smell the strawberries on her skin.
The strawberries he’d given her.
She looked up at him, her eyes that defied definition of exact color shifting from blue to green to gray and back again.
She was thanking him for the strawberries, even though he’d never told her they were from him.
She stood up on tiptoe, to kiss him on the cheek. It took a small movement to turn his head just enough that instead of his cheek, her lips landed on his.
A small movement, but not a small action.
Simon tasted strawberries.
* * *
Book was surprised to get a cake. The cake itself wasn’t the surprise.
How they knew his birthday was the surprise.
River gave him a knowing look, and he knew that it had been her.
He looked around the table, and the happy smiles of everyone on the ship, even Jayne, made his own mouth fall into a smile.
He wondered why he was there. He didn’t see him doing them good.
Then they’d do something, and he’d think maybe he wasn’t there for them. That he needed them.
Kaylee stuck a candle in the cake, and kissed his cheek.
* * *
River started seeking him out once her brother started playing around with little Kaylee.
After the first few times of trying to get rid of her, he finally gave up.
‘Sides, she took good care of his guns. Respected them almost as much as he did.
Her favorite was Vera.
He liked her better for it.
The first few times she picked up one of his guns and started cleaning them, he got all nervous and twitchy. After all, the times she’d gone violent, it had been on his ass. First with the cutting him, then with the knocking him out.
He wasn’t sure if he’d yet forgiven her for that one.
She picked up a gun, stripped it, and cleaned it to a shine that he couldn’t duplicate.
He didn’t think he’d forgive her of that, either.
She’d been different since she’d started keeping him company. Saner, somehow.
She caught his eye with her own, and he found himself snared. He tried damn hard to make sure she never looked directly in his eyes, because it always felt like she was trying to suck him in, trying to lay claim.
He belonged to no man but hisself.
She cocked her head to the side, still staring him down, seeing things he didn’t want anyone seeing. “He’s afraid that he won’t be himself if he gives himself away.”
Jayne felt the flare of his temper, but held onto the edges of it. “Don’t go poking ‘round in my head none, Darlin’. You mayhaps won’t like what you see.”
River moved with the dancer’s grace that didn’t make a sound, not letting his eyes go. “She won’t hurt you. You don’t hurt her. You help her. She won’t bite the hand that feeds her.”
Hadn’t he just been thinking she was saner?
There’s irony for you.
He picked up another of his guns and started cleaning it to take his mind off the girl.
‘Parently she didn’t need to look into eyes to know his thoughts. “I’m not a girl.”
He looked her up and down, intentionally trying to offend. “’Pears as though you got girl parts to me.”
Girl wasn’t her brother. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “I’m female. But I’m not a girl. Stopped being a girl long ago.” She walked to him, not giving him extra space.
His only option was stay where he was or run.
He’d be damned if he’d run from her.
He stayed.
When her mouth met his, he knew he was a dead man.
Mal finds out, he’s gone. And that’s nothing if the Doc found out.
Then her mouth was against his again, and he stopped worrying.
Mayhap he’d forgive her after all.
And the possibility of death didn’t seem to matter so much.
After all, as everyone on board Serenity knew, he did like his weapons.
And River was a damn good weapon.
END
