2009-07-07 21:04 SPN: night shift (Sam/Dean, adult) Public

Second story for kink bingo. I tried this kink in another fandom first, but plot kept getting in the way, and when I found myself writing the line Everything was going pretty well, and then the moon blew up I realized that no one was getting naked any time soon.

Then I remembered Dean Winchester.

night shift
a Supernatural story by torch
~1,300 words, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester, NC-17
Strong encouragement by merryish

Kink: Uniforms/military fetish
Summary: "This has definitely given me a whole new view of shoplifters."

( night shift )

2009-06-17 07:44 where is the off switch Public tags dreams, jc

So tonight I dreamed about these auditions/job interviews for a porn musical.

I don't think the porn musical, as a concept, is ever going to catch on, you know?

Also, one of the applicants was a JC lookalike. I'm sure it wasn't really him. Probably.

2009-06-09 08:59 dream a little dream Public tags dreams, merlin

Honestly, I didn't think I was very fannish about Merlin, but I had the cutest dream just before I woke up this morning. Merlin and Arthur were in bed together (in a set of rooms that were completely different from anything seen on the show, but they were Arthur's), and Morgana was sitting on the floor giggling at them and talking to them. Merlin was draped on top of Arthur and they looked very affectionate, and we-the-invisible-audience said, well, it's television, it's a shame we won't get to see anything else. Then they started to rub off against each other, and someone said, "Right, it's British television."

Morgana, meanwhile, had found some children's clothes in a completely un-period dresser, and Merlin held up this little shirt that was mostly lace and embroidery and talked about how cute Arthur must have been as a child, wearing it, and Arthur tickled him, and Morgana said she was going to her rooms in the river because they were being so noisy. (She had rooms in the river. No, I don't know what river, just... rooms in limestone caverns in the middle of a river... it was a dream, okay.)

They heard voices from the outside, Gaius and Gwen trying to stop Uther from coming in. Merlin got out of bed and started running around like crazy, trying to find his clothes, and he asked Morgana to find something for Arthur, and she got a beautifully evil look on her face and was just about to bring him something entirely inappropriate when, sadly, I woke up.

2009-06-05 22:47 M7: Wanting (Ezra/Vin, adult) Public tags challenges, ezra/vin, fiction, kink_bingo, m7

Today I wrote my first story for kink bingo, which was also my first story since yuletide, and it's a story in a fandom I've never written before. That's a lot of excitement for one day.

elynross and aka_arduinna were staunch cheerleaders (and told me that no, I should not add any bank robbers).

Wanting
a Magnificent Seven story by torch
~2,500 words, Ezra/Vin, NC-17

Kink: Facials.
Summary: An unconventional approach to a number of things.

( "Think you'd like it," Vin said. )

2009-06-03 19:06 not with a bang but with a whimper Public tags challenges, kink_bingo

In an effort to get down with my fannish self, I've signed up for kink bingo. I'm hoping for a sudden rush of inspiration.

( bingo card is behind the cut )

This is not an actual crosspost from my dreamwidth account; I'm torch over there, which makes for a nice change. I probably will be crossposting, or something vaguely like crossposting (like, well, not posting to two accounts instead of just one?), and I haven't made any decisions about directing comments one way or another. I dunno, I'll do... something. one day. figure it out. take things as they come. burn that bridge when I get to it.

I am vague; I contain platitudes.

2009-03-08 11:02 sometimes here and sometimes there Public tags fandom, personal

*looks around* Sunday? ...Sunday. Okay. Also it appears to be March.

Life: busy. Mostly in a good way, sometimes in a not-fun way, always in a busy way.

Health: still upright and moving around, so I'm calling it a win.

Fannishness: um. Slightly on hold. I've stopped watching some things, and others I'm watching in theory but not in practice, and yet others I'm trying to make up my mind about (Criminal Minds, that Romani episode, wtf, really). The only thing I'm really keeping up with is Little Mosque on the Prairie, which I'm not really fannish about, just a fan of. Also the episodes are short, which is currently a big plus.

RaceFail '09: augh. Reading lj intermittently has meant finding a substantial pile-up of smug awfulness every time I log on and check rydra_wong's links. *brief pause while I go actually friend rydra_wong in addition to open-tabbing her lj* But also amazing posts full of clear thought and passion and intelligence and more patience than anyone should have to have ever. I came in just in time to read EBear's call for cease-fire the other day, with its creepy insistence that her mission was all about teaching people; fortunately I found it linked from bravecows's post with commentary, which was really, actually insightful and illuminating.

I'm torn between wondering (grimly, flippantly) just how many mouths some people have to be able to fit all those feet in, and feeling an intense shame that I'm learning so much from this: other people's pain and anger doesn't exist to be my learning experience. And even writing that sentence feels awkward, putting my own feelings front and center, when this is so resoundingly not about me. I recommend reading the posts and journals of intelligent, articulate people like zvi_likes_tv, ciderpress, bravecows, deepad and so many more. (More than I have the time to read. The world is full of smart people saying smart things that I will never find out about. I think, on the whole, that makes me more happy than sad, though.)

2009-02-14 16:22 a world full of things and stuff Public tags fandom, fanfic, personal

In my more awake moments, I'm working on clearing things away from my storage shelves and not putting them back again straight away; my inner declutterer and inner archivist are fighting it out, basically. If I haven't remembered that I own something for over a year, I probably won't miss it. Except for my good jewellery. On the one hand, it's nice to be pleasantly surprised on an irregular basis by the discovery that hey, I own a really nice silver and amber necklace, and look, there's grandmother's wedding ring. On the other hand, a careful and enterprising burglar could totally clean up by only taking the stuff that's lying around in a box, and I wouldn't notice until round about 2012.

I was all set to throw out some boxes of old Mac floppies, because 1, I haven't owned a Mac for over ten years and 2, well, floppies. Then I thought, I bet there's a program somewhere that would let me access these on my PC.

Famous last words. Who knew I'd saved so much fanfic, back in the day? I'm sitting here staring and giggling and omg-ing at the Voyager and the Highlander, the X-Files and the VampChron. I know a lot of this is still online, but some of it isn't any more, and seeing the stories brought together like this is like stepping into a time machine with a random 1995-1998 setting, bouncing around between P/K lists and RPG emails, Mary Sues and random bdsm. Did I really sit around accessing an adult trek archive via FTP one summer, downloading by file size and with no clue about the pairings? Are all my floppies individually named? Couldn't I have saved some more list mail while I was at it, instead of all these Bashir stories?

...okay, I take that back, I found some old beta comments and I'm scared to look at them. And that looks like Café de Minuit files over there, and a small upset about my lack of warnings over here. My fannish life is passing before my eyes. Looks like I had fun.

2009-01-07 13:12 what I wrote last year Public tags fiction, writing

Not a lot of fanfic for the entertainment of others, is the short version. And okay, I knew there wasn't a lot, but I was actually surprised as just how much of a lot there wasn't, because I did spend a whole lot of last year typing; it's just that most of it didn't fall into the category of stuff to be posted on the internets.

January: Dealing with Substances Not Included in the Outline, Supernatural, Sam/Dean, PG, 5,000 words.

July: 1621 Coachman Lane, Supernatural, gen with traces of het, PG, 1,700 words.

December: In Which Worlds Collide, and Eeyore Investigates a Terrible Crime, Winnie-the-Pooh/Discworld crossover, gen, G, 5,400 words.

And that was it. Three stories, barely over 12,000 words total. Feels a little strange. :) Also it feels utterly weird to do that end of the year writing meme for three stories, but ( I've never let weird stop me before )

This post is so short I feel like drawing it out by saying la la la or doing an interpretive dance or something. :)

2009-01-02 10:56 A yuletide reveal post Public tags fiction, writing, yuletide

Yuletide reveal, finally! I was planning to write a post yesterday morning when we weren't anonymous any more, except we were still anonymous then (time differences, so annoying), and then I had to go out. (And can I just say that dinner type events that last more than six hours can make a person feel a little faint.)

Now, though, I can say thank you to LizS, faradheia, for writing the charming Blood Ties story Just Another Day at the Agency for me, instead of "Thank you, dear anon!"

I can also say that the story I wrote was In Which Worlds Collide and Eeyore Investigates a Terrible Crime, a Winnie-the-Pooh/Discworld crossover. I want to thank my recipient, sacred_sarcasm, most heartfeltedly for giving me the opportunity to write in those fandoms, neither of which I'd ever even contemplated before.

I should probably explain that sacred_sarcasm did not ask for a crossover. We were matched on Winnie-the-Pooh, with Eeyore as a main character, and I thought that sounded interesting. I also noticed that she had a Discworld request, with Granny Weatherwax as a main character. Then I happened to mention this to elynross, who said something along the lines of "Granny meets Eeyore! Hee!" and I knew I was doomed, since 1, it's useless to resist the will of one of the overlords of the universe yuletide, and 2, the idea took hold and just wouldn't let go.

So I wrote and footnoted and grumbled about the difficulties of combining Milne voice and Pratchett voice, and somewhere in there, marycrawford, yuletide cheerleader par excellence, said, "You know what this story needs? This story needs an illustration by pentapus." Obviously I couldn't argue with that either, since illustrations by pentapus have been scientifically proved to make everything about 500% better. Mary contacted pentapus, who very kindly said she'd see what she could do, and round about that time I had to upload my story and travel across the country and leave the fields I know my computer and email and other vital things behind. I had no idea what went on until the stories went public and I checked on mine and scrolled down for that inevitable typo and instead saw an utterly fabulous illustration. (Have you seen it? Seriously, if you haven't seen it, just go here and scroll down a bit. It's wonderful, with wee muddy Eeyore, and Granny's look of "I can't be having with this," and her fantastic witchy boots and hat, and just, eee!)

So then I jumped around on one leg for a while, at least in my head, and I've been waiting ever since for the reveal so I could squee in public about what a wonderful illustration it is and how wonderful pentapus is and what an extremely lucky torch I am. I'm so pleased that the people who have commented on the story have also frequently commented on what a great illo that is; I'm pretty sure a lot of the comments belong to pentapus, strictly speaking, as well they should. (I was seriously overwhelmed by those comments. In case any of you are out there reading this, thank you.)

In conclusion: Yay! (Although I doubt either Eeyore or Granny would put it quite like that.)

2008-12-30 10:35 Sanguinary holidays Public tags meme, yuletide

I don't mind the cold so much, but the air gets terribly dry, and I keep getting nosebleeds (or maybe it's one long nosebleed with slight interruptions) and have to watch myself carefully so I don't drip into the keyboard or on a book or on my clothes or... This is a little tiresome. *drip* I'm like my own wee horror movie.

That "if you could force me to write anything, what would it be?" meme seems a little dangerous, but I'll try it anyway. If you could force me to write anything, what would it be? (I admit the two likeliest answers at this point would be "Just write something, dammit!" and "...you write?")

Most awesomely, I got exactly what I asked for for yuletide: Just Another Day at the Agency, a slice of post-case Blood Ties life with Vicki and Coreen winding down after a case, laughter and banter and pizza, inevitable appearances by Mike and Henry, and Coreen's extremely Coreen-ish thoughts about the lot of them. I am most sincerely appreciative, dear yuletide writer. :)

Am reading kind of randomly in the archive -- seriously, the random story function is a wonderful thing, takes you all kinds of places you might not otherwise have gone. I won't be doing any kind of thorough-going rec post, but there are two stories I want to mention (almost at random out of all the stories I've enjoyed):

The Starkadder Switchback: A Fitz Fortune Thriller, a Cold Comfort Farm story. I adore Flora more than can be textually rendered, and this story features Flora meeting a hard-boiled gumshoe, and the way their narrative styles and world-views collide is wonderful and fills me with glee.

The Golden Ones, Mélusine series. This catches the narrative voices perfectly, effortlessly, without feeling overdone, and is full of all those little details that make the books so irresistible (well, to me, anyway). Plus, of course, an actual plot.

*drip*