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- au is awesome for the canon challenged,
- bau: criminally minding your ass,
- being ridiculous is my pastime,
- cracking out my tag list,
- crossover to the middle ground,
- dream a little dream for me darling,
- fanfiction,
- gen means no sex or hookers (mostly),
- inception of the mind,
- it was a robot head,
- it's all about me,
- livejournal is a way of unlife,
- star trek xi of the shiny,
- supernatural is a big gay soap opera,
- the captain and the doctor,
- the sam'n'dean show,
- thinking thinky thoughts thinkingly,
- what the actual fuck,
- writer's block is like cockblock
Five WIPs of various fandoms (Inception, Sherlock, Supernatural, Star Trek, and Criminal Minds)
The fics!
I. Inception
words so far: ~150
Of course, things don't go as planned. One moment, the mark is sitting quietly at a sunny table in a bustling cafe, leafing through the newspaper and sipping slowly at rooibos tea – the next, the entire job is shot to hell because he spotted Ariadne's reflection in the cafe window. The projections are on the team in a moment, overturning tables and sending sturdy restaurant china flying. Arthur is coolly collected and ruthlessly efficient, as always. He breaks one projection's neck and throws another one through the window, but there are far too many of them, and in the end, they don't stand a chance.
They're subdued in minutes, with no backup and no way of killing themselves to escape.
Eames catches Arthur's eyes and is shaken by the fear in them.
II. Sherlock (BBC)
words so far: ~200
When he dreams, he remembers glaring sunlight and pressing heat, the weight of a gun in his hands, the slick feel of blood between his fingers. He remembers, and that is the worst of it: His mind does not have to conjure up horrors in the night, figments of his imagination and subconscious. The worst of it is, he's not making up anything; he's remembering. When he closes his eyes and the darkness takes him, it's a repetition of his past, played again and again, until he wakes with his heart pounding and his shoulder screaming and his stupid, stupid leg throbbing in time with his pulse.
III. Supernatural
words so far: ~10,400
His sister's quiet sniffling is what wakes him, what drags him out of sleep. His hand automatically reaches for the knife stashed beneath his pillow before he realizes that there's nothing in the room. John is still out wherever, and it's just him and Sam in the tacky motel in South Georgia. He sits up slowly, easing the knife out into the open. The room is dark; the only light is from the over-bright radio clock and the neon-blue that shines in from under the curtains. Sam is no where to be seen, but there's a faint glow creeping out from under the bathroom door.
Dean gets up, the knife still resting easily in his hand (because you can never be too careful, especially when it comes to family) as he approaches the back of the room.
“Sam?” he asks, knocking gently on cheep wooden frame. He knows better than to just barge in; last time he'd done so, Sam had thrown the motel hairdrier at his head. Lucky for him it had been tethered to the wall, but the intent to harm had definitely been there. “Sammi? You okay in there?”
“No, I'm not okay,” Sam says, her voice cracking. “I'm fucking not okay.”
IV. Star Trek/His Dark Materials
words so far: ~3,300
“No,” he said, his lips curling in disgust. He felt Ameliora press closer to his side, but she didn't actively seek comfort. The badger dæmon stood strong against his side like she always did, a silent pillar of strength that was as much a part of him as his hands were, if not more. The thought of depriving some child of this bond, of the love and connection that comes from one's dæmon, was repugnant.
“You must put aside the initial reaction to the idea and see the possibilities,” the chairman admonished. His lizard dæmon's tail twitched sporadically. McCoy glared straight into the man's face, refusing to be cowed into submission. “We are trying to save the children from the Original Sin—”
“You're messing with things that ought not to be messed with,” McCoy snapped. The Council shifted in their seats, their disapproving frowns bearing down on him. He stood his ground because there was no way in any of the nine hells that he was going to be a part of their twisted plot. “People have dæmons for a reason!”
V. Criminal Minds
words so far: ~1,500
They found the girl three miles outside of town. She was bound and gagged, laid out in the dirt under the murky sky. She couldn't stop crying, great heaping sobs that expand out of her chest and shook her whole body. Prentiss crouched beside her and pulled her gently into a hug, just so that she could feel less useless in the face of the girl's trauma. Blood smeared on her pantsuit, but she didn't mind. She would burn all of her clothes, and her team's too, and walk naked through the streets if it meant that no one would have to go through what this girl had suffered.
Reid approached them, a blue woolen blanket held out. He still walked stiffly, and he would probably have that limp for the rest of his life. He covered the girl carefully, making sure that as little of her skin was exposed as possible. The girl sat perfectly still as he withdrew a knife from his belt—slowly, so as to not scare her—and cut through her bounds. Once she was free, he backed away—slowly, very slowly—and sheathed the knife again.
The girl grabbed the edges of the blanket and drew it even closer to her. She huddled against Prentiss as they made their way to the waiting ambulance.
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However, that fic is obscenely long, with three acts and three parts per act. I'm almost finished with act one. *shakes head at self* Why do I do this to myself???
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Catch ya when I can!
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I've got work, but I should be done by 9 or 10ish. ;)
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Kewl. I'm gonna go out and grab dinner in a bit, but I should be home other than that. And I'll probably be up until 1 or so...cause I want to see the new Hawaii 5-0. And since it airs at the same time as Castle...I gotta wait until it ends up on On Demand.
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(Still haven't watched H50. Heh. I'll get around to it eventually?)
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(Watch watch do eeet do eeet. Hmm *tries to think of bribes*)
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I love the Star Trek/HDM crossover (I don't know the other fandoms, unfortunately), and I could totally see McCoy doing that. <3
(How have you been?)
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I've been working on that damn crossover for like, six months, and it still hasn't gone anywhere. It's getting ridiculous. AAAARRRG. So frustrating!
I've been okay. I've transferred schools and change my major. I've got a job that eats up way too much time. I got a cat. Still single. That's pretty much it. ^^; Pretty boring, actually.
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Oh, yeah, I get what you mean! *hugs* It's definitely frustrating. :(
Oh well, could be worse. It could be interesting in a nasty way. I'd take boring over that. What's your field now? (and awwww, kitty? )
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Kitty was an unexpected addition to the family. He was a stray that showed up outside of our house, and now he sleeps inside and hangs out on the porch. And our big dog, Leto, likes to cuddle with him, which is really funny considering that Leto is 120lbs and Caesar is barely bigger than a kitten. :3 Adorable!