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| 2012-02-02 22:28 |
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I maintain a friends-locked journal on LJ.. Most, but not all, of what's there, you'll find here on IJ, which is almost entirely unlocked.
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Here's my prompt table for ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif) 100quills. My character/pairing is Harry/Severus. I'll be coding in the links to the table as I do the prompts.
| 001. | Wind. |
002. | Yellow. |
003. | Strangers. |
004. | Winter. |
005. | Fixed. |
| 006. | Forever. |
007. | Smile. |
008. | Birth. |
009. | Victory. |
010. | Flexible. |
| 011. | Quirks. |
012. | Unknown. |
013. | Waltz. |
014. | Jewel. |
015. | Body. |
| 016. | Temptation. |
017. | Grave. |
018. | Lust. |
019. | Spoiled. |
020. | Weather. |
| 021. | Resolution. |
022. | People. |
023. | Envy. |
024. | Absurd. |
025. | Thin. |
| 026. | Sing. |
027. | Pain. |
028. | Asleep. |
029. | Disease. |
030. | Try. |
| 031. | Hollow. |
032. | Dream. |
033. | Midnight. |
034. | Peace. |
035. | Mask. |
| 036. | Sojourn. |
037. | Whisper. |
038. | Hurricane. |
039. | Comfort. |
040. | Rain. |
| 041. | Heart. |
042. | Life. |
043. | Footsteps. |
044. | Silhouette. |
045. | Name. |
| 046. | Dinner. |
047. | Teammate. |
048. | Days. |
049. | Earth. |
050. | Plain. |
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| 2010-01-24 21:31 |
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Thanks to all of you who wished me a Happy BD--I've been ill this weekend and haven't been online much, but will respond to everyone, better late than never. I really appreciated every single comment.
While a still have a bit of energy tonight, I do want to link you to some art that came my way in the form of gifts, all of it done by ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) veridian_dair, and one piece of it given to me via jadzialove.
1. Licence My Roving Hands, which is, I'll have to admit, some of VD's best art I've seen to date.
2. Hands On Therapy, which is art that references my story "Two If By Sea". I think they conspired to come up with the idea, but I was really thrilled with this because it's such a pivotal scene between Harry and his Captain. And oh yeah, I have a 'hand' thing.
3. Drabble and Art From My BD Card. I do so love it when artists drabble, and vice versa. And there's Asti!
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So most of you know that amand_r is my daughter. We've had fun in fandom together; she got me into it, did you know?
She's a pretty prolific writer, mostly writing in Torchwood; I've not read all of her fics, but sometimes I beta for her, and I recently did one that I'm going to have to rec here, because it's a TW/JAWS fusion. Did you get that? A JAWS FUSION!!! And yeah, if you've seen JAWS (who hasn't?), you'll want to read this, because they actually do say, "We're gonna need a bigger boat."
I laughed myself silly, beta-reading this, and even though I don't know all the TW stuff, I do love Jack/Ianto, and this is good stuff!
Title: Leviathan
Author: amand_r
Fandom: Torchwood (Jack, Ianto, Gwen, random OFCs)
Rating: R for violence
Spoilers: You don't have to have seen Jaws. But you should. You really should. All canon through season two of Torchwood is assumed.
Disclaimer: I do not have any rights over Jaws and/or Torchwood, nor can or do I make any money off any fictive enterprises that I might undertake with them. All I have are a handful of Skittles that are all warm in my pocket. Sue me and taste the linty rainbow, people.
Author's Notes: Read it before you go swimming. In Wales. Where it's cold.
Real Author's Notes: Also, I might've played merry cob with maritime authorisation rules, though for the most part, jurisdictions et al are correctly observed. I'm not Tom Clancy. Also, I wrote this to so much techno, I might have given myself an arrhythmia.
Summary: South Wales had everything. Clear skies. Gentle surf. Warm water. People flocked there every summer. No wait, they didn't. That doesn't really matter. It was the perfect feeding ground anyway.
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Title: Blood (but also roses)
Author: mia_ugly
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: Adult
Warnings: None
Summary: At the end of my story, Rapture, two wizards made out in a garden. This is what happened next. It can be mostly understood without having read the first fic. Mostly.
I've said it other places. For me, mia_ugly's story, Rapture, was my favorite story of the snarry_games. In this 'continuation', she takes up where she left off, and moves to a bit of what happens next, as well as giving us a glimpse of Snape's hidden years after the war was over. There's no break in her aching characterization of that first story, no change in atmosphere, no alteration of that inimitable style of hers. Even though it's not very long, I cried twice. And even though I was happy with how 'Rapture' ended, this is like finding your favorite author has written another book about your favorite characters. Oh wait...that's pretty much the case here.
How many times have you read a fic where you thought (because you just couldn't bear to get back to your reality, or better stated, leave the one you'd just been immersed in),'Oh, I wish there were more. Not a whole lot more, but just the next scene. I'd love to see how she'd paint the next scene.'? Well, you're all in for a treat because she's given us all of that and then some. And since it was unexpected, it's all the more precious, I think.
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| 2010-01-13 03:41 |
| FIC: On the Lam/Part Three |
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See fic header for story info.
( On the Lam/Part Three )
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| 2010-01-11 22:30 |
| Once upon a dream.....January 2010 |
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So, this is Viola's favorite song. Her mama sings it best, but Viola and I sing it every day and dance. Yes, we both sing in this (so sorry to inflict my part on you). She's at that age when some of her speech is still unintelligible, but she's got this song down pat.
( Once Upon a Dream~~Viola and Joan-ma )
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Title: Never Be Too Careful
Author: amand_r
Characters/Pairings: George/Lee Jordan
Rating: NC-billionty
Kinks/Themes Included: Toys, sounding, restraints
Word Count: 2500 +/-
Kristmas Wish Fulfilled for: ozma_katiebell on IJ
Summary/Description: He liked to call it 'product testing'. So did Lee. That way they could pretend without pretending. Angelina called it 'making damn sure', but she left them to it.
The author wrote this for Daily Deviant's Kinky Kristmas. Any story that features 'innovative sexual magical toys', especially in the hands of George and Lee, is bound to have an advantage. Add to that, here, great writing, an innate knack for teh Funny, and...sounding! Yes, I said sounding. This is a wild ride that is hot Weasley wackiness from start to finish.
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Title: In Memory of Sigmund Freud
Author: atdelphi (part of snapelyholidays)
Pairing: Snape/McGonagall, Snape/Moody
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: see original header
Summary: Severus Snape spends his first summer holiday away from teaching cloistered at a remote house in strange company, not least his own.
Where to begin? This did make me think of the Summer in 1816 that Byron, Shelley, and Mary Shelley spent together, mostly because of the setting; there're no drugs in this story, but there are startling relationships and sex. Snape goes to spend his first summer after teaching at Minerva's Scottish home, unaware that Moody will be there. Of course, they clash violently, with an unexpected side-effect, as well as a tender coming together of the two heads of house. Surprising developments that seem to make perfect sense as both Moody and Snape seem to find their 'sea legs' after the first war. Minerva has a side to her that makes wonderful sense, one I believe is IC as well.
Don't let the het put you off; one thing I've appreciated about this fest has been the chance to dig in and expose myself to pairings I've never chanced before. I might go so far as to say that this is the fic I'll remember most from this year. I told the author in my review that the story reminded me of a little-known French author, Alain Fournier, and his sole literary work, 'Le Grand Meaulnes.' Wonderful word-crafting, prose that's both poetical and exact, so much so that it made me cry at the time. I've never even been tempted to read that book in the English, fearing those things would be lost, but here I found them all again in this HP story.
So many things resonated for me in this fic: Snape's floundering and insecurity, his depression and bitterness. His honesty. The drear setting of the elements battering the inhabitants of the house almost as much as Snape and Moody seemed determined to batter each other. Minerva as both the catalyst and steadying influence, the aching self-discovery and longings (past and present), the oddness of the relationships that force the reader to wonder over how they'll relate to each other in the future. Was this a single summer, never to be repeated, or will there be a next one? As the reader who was loathe to see it end, I only hope so.
ETA: edited to add author's name after the reveal.
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| 2009-12-30 21:35 |
| Book Rec: "American Studies" by Mark Merlis |
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A few months ago, synn sent me this book; I've read a bit of it here and there, then this week hit the point where I knew I had to finish it before I slept again.
I'm probably late to the party on this one, but I wanted to recommend it to anyone else who's never come across it before.
American Studies
Author: Mark Merlis
Summary: Sixty-two-year-old Reeve--bitchy, horny, and wisecracking--lies in a hospital bed, the result of a brutal beating from a hustler. As if that weren't enough, his landlord is evicting him due to the noise he made during the attack, his career as a petty bureaucrat is at a dead end, and the silent, straight hunk in the hospital bed next to his is stirring longings Reeve vowed to never have again. Seeking both physical and emotional healing as he begins the slow process of recovery, Reeve rummages through the past. He recalls the troubled and closeted world of his former professor and mentor, Tom Slater, a famous American literary scholar who was driven to suicide during the McCarthy era. Reeve's vivid and gut-wrenching memories offer a sweeping view of fifty years of gay life in America-fifty years of American homophobia that he has survived, with bravery, grace, and humor.
I read this with a mixture of horror, admiration, longing and downright agony. And all of this was helped along by the writer's style, his sense of humor, his vague, unsettling fatalism. It's a story within a story, you see, and I'm not certain which one's most impactful, but after I was done reading this last night, I had to put on my coat and go out and sit on my deck and cry. Ain't much I read anymore that can do that.
Well worth the time and money, and if you google around, you can find used copies.
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Title: Tartan Surprise
Author: joanwilder aka RaeWhit
Artist: veridian_dair
Beta: jadzialove--thanks so much!
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Rating: NC-17 (both the fic and art)
Warnings: None
Word Count: 4075
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe is the property of J.K Rowling et al. Hamish Macbeth and his friends and village belong to M.C. Beaton and BBC Scotland.
Summary: Harry and Severus 'dress' for the occasion…
A/N: This is my Christmas gift for veridian_dair, who, months ago, drew kilt!porn art for me when I was feeling low. Inspired, I promised a story centered on the art, because it's Severus in a kilt! It cried out for fic! The art itself has been placed within the story at the scene it depicts. Veridian, I wanted to do your art justice, and hope you like what I've created around it. Kilts are sexy anyway, but Severus + kilt = brain-melt!
This story is a short stand-alone sequel to Sex, Lies, and Audiobooks, and takes place in the fictional town of Lochdubh. Harry and Severus are now an established couple, and have returned to visit for a birthday party. Although set in the same universe as 'Sex, Lies, and Audiobooks,' the story will make sense for readers who've not read the parent fic.
veridian_dair also did 'Sex, Lies, and Audiobooks' art for me for Christmas. It's called What We Deserve, and illustrates one of my favorite scenes of the story, a recurring one.
( Tartan Surprise )
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Title: The World, The Flesh, The Devil
Author: lesyeuxverts
Characters/Pairing: Severus/Lucius
Rating: R
Kinks/Themes Included: sensory deprivation, bondage
Other Warnings: canon character death
Word Count: 1500ish
Summary/Description: The years spent in darkness have spiraled out, each one in a row like the ridges in a snail's shell, expanding as they go, and Severus has waited for this man. This is how he leaves.
This is an entry for Kinky Kristmas on daily_deviant, one of my favorite fics of the entire fest season thus far. Snape has spent years in a portrait, fully conscious, and is suddenly released by an old friend. This sort of reminded me of the scene in Kill Bill when Uma Thurman is nailed into that coffin and buried alive. I read this story with the same sense of horror, imagining what it must feel like to realize that you're trapped, but your mind goes on and on and on... I won't spoil the rest of it, what happens when Snape is finally free and realizes his captivity might've been shorter. What he chooses to do in the end, well, I think I can understand.
Beautifully written, and not very long (which is not to say I'm dissing longer fics (me of all people), but I say it to try and finalge those of you who don't have time to read anything longer to at least read this one. I've rec-ed valis2's The Pond before. Both of these fics have the same feel to them, and if you've not read 'The Pond', I really recommend it, especially if you like the one I've just rec-ed today.
ETA: edited to add author's name after the reveal.
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| 2009-12-22 14:49 |
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I'm not getting any email notifications from IJ at all--not since yesterday. Is this happening to anyone else?
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