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I've been in the writing groove lately! In honor of which, yesterday I downloaded a writing app, Werdsmith, to use instead of the Notes app on my phone.

Mostly I got sick of using the c&p into method, especially considering how buggy my WiFi has been the past few weeks. So now I have an app basically just to count my words for me. XD

As I went through Notes, pulling out old outlines and incomplete fics to put in my shiny new app, I found a Leverage fic there from 2011, the next best thing to complete! I adore the show Leverage: if you like team bonding, steal-from-the-rich-for-the-poor, and competence!Porn, you would probably adore it too. Also, there is a great OT3 (although this fic is OT5 if anything) and lots of heist shenanigans. Plus Christian Kane (friend of Jensen Ackles, for my SPN peeps) plays an awesome character!

Anyways, I added a few hundred words and polished a bit, and now, here you go!

Title: The Hardest Job
Rating: Teen
Length: 1,340 words
Warnings: Past Child Death
Relationship: Team as Family
Summary: Parker thinks they should adopt. Can she convince her team it's not as crazy as it sounds?

Link to AO3

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Comments are loved inordinately!
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I just finished Drifters. Typed 'The End' and everything. Still need to reread this last chapter, reread the entire fic and make sure it matches and flows and doesn't have plot holes or consistency problems, before posting it, but holy cow I actually finished something. I've been working on this for so long it's really a weird feeling; I'm such a slow writer, even though the entire fic is only ~11,000 words, that's still probably the longest fic I've ever actually finished. Right now I don't even care about the ideas for a sequel I have: the point is, this fic is done. I got it there. It took me well over a year and it's entirely possible no one else will love it, but I got it out into the world. (Mostly. 2,810 words still need to be reviewed, edited, and posted. But they will be. The doubtful part, the 'will I sit down and write' part, that's finished!)

This fic is my baby and way back when the idea first started growing, I was like, nobody will want this. I'm deliberately trying to find value in the least liked ship in the show. Maybe two people on the entire Internet will actually think this is their jam. For a long time I wasn't even going to write it: like, wouldn't it be nice if somebody else would just write it for me? But I'd managed to hit on something obscure enough no one else was doing it. (Sidenote: if they are and I somehow missed it, please effin' tell me!!)

And then after the S10 finale, events were such that I couldn't not write it. It had to get out into the world, whether people wanted to read it or not.

And here's the catch: writing it was so far beyond my comfort zone, even though I've been reading all the Internet's filthiest porn for years, that I can't ask people to read it. It's, in part, meant to disturb, and not even in ways that are about the porn. And I have warnings on it, but unless I know someone is already into the Internet's filthiest porn, the last thing I want is for someone to cross their boundaries of what they're comfortable reading because I asked. And I don't even know if I'm being objective about it (I know I'm not) and maybe it's not nearly as bad as I think. Or maybe it's worse. I don't know.

The comments and feedback I have gotten on it mean the world to me; I cuddle them close to my chest and love them inordinately.

Tl;dr I have such feels about this fic and I am kind of an insecure mess about it, but if you'd like to beta the last chapter, or just let me ramble about it to you, or tell me things about it, yes even things that don't work for you or need fixing, I am in need of any and every kind of interaction and would love you endlessly for it!

Drifters (The Fucked-Up Sam/Amelia Fic You Never Knew You Wanted)

Fic link AO3:

alyndra: (rare pair)
Title: Drifters
Rating: super fucked up (NC-17)
Pairing: Sam/Amelia
Wordcount: 8,500
Summary:Amelia's fucked up. The creepy drifter isn't scaring her off.
Sam's barely holding. His choices are terrible or epically terrible.
Together, they're . . . no, still really fucked up.

Notes: I accidentally challenged myself to make the Sam/Amelia storyline work.

This is the most ambitious and hardest thing I have ever written and I feel very accomplished to have done it. Muchos thanks to my lovely beta [personal profile] wtgw for helping wrestle Chapter Five into shape and being incredibly encouraging! There will be an epilogue; there may be a sequel, if my mojo doesn't flee.

Warnings: Undernegotiated serial killer kink. Unsafe everything. Woobie!Sam fans - beware.

Link to AO3
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My reaction to 11x21 'All In the Family' consisted of: I can work with this.

Time For a Prophet
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1,400
Characters: Kevin Tran, Chuck, Donatello
Warnings: language you hear on the show. Plus torture, as on the show.
Summary: This last episode needed a little more Kevin to make it work.
Also, in which I take utterly shameless advantage of not having heard Donatello's last name from his own lips.

Read on AO3! Read on ff.n! Reblog on Tumblr? (no I still don't understand Tumblr but I'm trying k)

Offering an Arm
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 1,400
Characters: Dean, Amara, Sam
Warnings: villiany, feels
Summary: Amara gets real with Dean. Later, Dean and Sam compare archfoe relationships.
Or, what if 11x21 All In the Family had explored a few more emotions?

Read on AO3! Read on ff.n! Retweet! Tumblrog!

Comments welcomed and loved anywhere. ♥
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So I've been busy! My first Supernatural fic, Children Know That Dragons Exist, turned into a multipart series featuring John Winchester Not Being an Asshole, which took me a year because I'm a super-slow writer (and also sometimes a constipated perfectionist) but I just finished and posted the last part!

You can read it on AO3 or I recommend AO3 because it strings all six parts into a series for me, while on ff.n it turned into a four-chapter fic and two "stand-alones" for no particularly coherent reason.

Clicky links and summaries )

Comments are so welcome here, there, or anywhere! I'd love hearing from you!
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Hey, I wrote fic! Not only that, I posted to AO3 for the first time yesterday! Hit counts are addicting, y'all.

Not a Terminal Diagnosis

Gen, 900 words, Sam and Dean talk about feelings, episode tag for 10x16 Paint It Black.

Summary: Dean got all introspective with the Catholic nun and priest. It figures that he's more disturbed by the Mark of Cain's immortality clause than he ever was by the prospect of dying.

Link to AO3
Link to ff.n
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I resisted SPN for eight years, people. Then it ate me. This is the first fic I've written in a long time, and I'd love to get some people's reactions, maybe even a beta, before posting it to AO3.

Children Know That Dragons Exist

4,100 words, gen, set right after the fire that killed Mary.

Summary: Someone threw John Winchester into a horror story when he wasn't watching. Mary freaks out, too. )
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So, the latest greatest thing to consume my brain is White Collar. Go ahead and guess why. In honor of which, and after watching ep 2x15 Power Play, 

have a ficlet )
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I've been inactive in fandom lately in part because my RL has gotten busy in very awesome and life-enhancing ways. I have had a great deal of personal growth and good life experiences over the past three-plus years, and I owe most of it to the free martial arts program I have been honored to be part of at my college. Now we're taking it to the next level: we are starting an independent multi-arts school which is equally free of charge and open to anyone who wants to put in their time. We have spectacular teachers willing to teach for uncertain income, we have a lease on a building downtown, we have curriculum and students and volunteers and what we need now is equipment for martial arts and dance and gymnastics.

We've been applying for grants, and one pretty cool one is from Pepsi, because they don't decide whether we get it or not, we do. Anyone can go to and vote for us, by signing up on the website with an email and name or through facebook, and at the end of the month the ideas in the top ten of votes received get their grant money. Please, we really need all the votes we can get in order to win this thing. So if you have a minute or two every day for the rest of April, and think that a school based on community rather than money sounds like something you'd like to see more of, please please visit and cast a vote for good people committed to giving back!
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Not much interesting to say, just that I'm still alive though not likely to suddenly start producing mass quantities of fic. (Ha!) Did a little LJ flist pruning, may start shifting to Dreamwidth more, or may vanish entirely and come back years from now. Wrote a bitty commentfic here where JD meets Jack Sparrow.

It's been grand!
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I keep hearing variants of the line "Why do the Atlantis people keep acting so STUPID" and I was thinking about it and it just clicked. They don't do contingency planning. SG-1 totally does it, not all the time but when they can, yeah, and you don't always see it but you see the results of it, when things go pear-shaped and they deal with it.

On Atlantis? Not so much. It's not necessarily that the plans they come up with are less wacky and improbable, it's that on SG-1 where the general tells the people who come up the latest insane plan "Okay, write it up, we'll do a briefing and see how many of the holes we can fill in and if there's any improvements we can make" while on Atlantis Weir says "But . . . well, if you have to, okay, do it." Which makes for a more action-packed TV show, but also we notice the change.

The thing is, I kind of buy it. Partly I associate that kind of competent contingency planning with the military, and it gets done when Hammond and O'Neill and Landry and Carter and Mitchell and even Teal'c and Bra'tac are in charge (although the Tok'ra contingency plans suck, that may be part of why Jack doesn't like them).

But Sheppard, he might not trust his superiors, but mostly he just doesn't ever think his own plans will ever go wrong. We do see him making good plans when the Genii are involved, so we know he can do it, but then he's always put a lot more effort into battling the Genii than we see out of him most of the rest of the time.

And Ronon's a lot younger than Jack or Teal'c, and also maybe more used to responding to the crisis of the moment, where you act or you're dead, rather than complex operations (though I haven't actually seen Sateda yet, sorry).

And Rodney, back when all his physics were still theoretical, used to have time to work everything out carefully and methodically and not miss anything, but since he got to Pegasus he's been flying by the seat of his pants most of the time and he might point out when they're screwed, but it doesn't occur to him to sit everyone down and talk it all out beforehand.

Elizabeth? Actually, I'm having a harder time justifying her actions than the rest. I guess the only thing I can say is that she really never was trained for this, and also the people peering over her shoulder are a hell of a lot farther away than they ever were for SG-1.

Also, Jack and Teal'c and even Daniel, though he puts a cover over it, I see as being pessimists. And Sam is maybe a bit of an optimist but she's also very practical, and would probably prefer the term realist. So they kind of expect to go down in flames, and plan accordingly. Whereas Atlantis, they are mostly optimists. So they expect, well, not to go down in flames, despite all evidence to the contrary. Which explains a lot, to me.

(I've seen most of the shows at this point, but not the SG-1 S9 or SGA S2, except for the last four episodes of each, and also not the episodes from two days ago.)
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So I was cruising around and ran across a link to an article -- 'Common Sense vs. Evolution'. Okay, I thought, I'll bite. Clicked. Read it. Mostly unimpressive, but at least it didn't resort to Bible quotes. But the logical arguments -- one of them I'd seen before, namely the one that complex systems can't arise by chance and as an example, if you put all the parts to a watch in a little bag, screws and everything, and shook it for a long time, you still wouldn't have a watch.

I had to respond to this. I ended up not sending it because, well, I'm soft, but I had to write it out. So here it is.

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Tagged by [ profile] antosha_c:

Ground Rules: The first player of this game starts with the topic '5 weird habits/facts of yourself' and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.

1: I tend to 'decorate' my room by accumulating things and sticking them on the walls. I have stuff from very early childhood, and also such miscellanea as a tin-foil covered small paper star, necklace pendants, those little paper umbrellas, nametags, beads, half-finished yarn braids, and a scrunchie. None of it is on purpose, I just hate throwing things away so I say, what can I do with this?

2: I almost never use flashlights, even though I frequently walk after dark or before sunrise (it helps when the sun cooperates on this ;)). I like the challenge of knowing where you're going without sight, and having to learn the ground.

3: I sit on my feet, a lot. Have forever.

4: At home, I often wear blankets. Either as a sarong, or a shawl, or both.

5: I used to whistle incessantly, and a lot of the time it was without pursing my lips (kind of like an S sound, but with a little half-roll of the tongue to channel air). Not quite so much anymore, which is a good thing, really.

Tagging: Ah, anyone who wants to, really. :g:
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I've been thinking lately about how unhealthily addicted to fandom I am, and feeling glum and as though I am wasting my life, because this is my freshman year of college and I am spending it on the internet.

I occasionally walk the neighbor's dog, and because I hadn't been on a walk in two weeks and I hadn't been outside in twenty-four hours, I decided this evening to do this. I put it off a while, and when I finally got outside it was misting a bit, but I went forward and as I was walking I thought unhappily about how much I needed to get a life consisting of actual experiences rather than vicariousness, and other similar thoughts.

At some point -- or rather over some length of time -- the mist turned to drizzle turned to rain, until it was raining quite hard, harder than I've been out in in a long time. And I was grateful for my long hair because I know from the few times I've worn it up how much it protects my ears and neck from cold and rain and sunburn and other various and sundry.

I stopped and watched the waves coming in off of Lake Superior because they looked bigger than I had ever seen them, and then tried to figure out, crouching over the rock bank, how much bigger they looked because it was dark and all I could see were the crests, and how much they really were bigger because of the wind.

They sprayed up the rocks fantastically.

I continued walking and one side of me was somewhat wet while the other side was mostly dry, and then I turned around and walked back into the wind, and suddenly the other side got really wet and so did my front. My hair was in my face, and my jeans formed stiff cold armour running smoothly down the fronts of my legs. When I paused and turned around, I discovered that my forehead felt weird when I wrinkled it. It was numb from the cold wind already.

Eventually water trickled first into one shoe, then into the other. Then it started squelching in the first shoe, and at first I just wanted it to stop but then I thought about it. The water burbled and bubbled, and squished in and out of the fuzzy pink socks I was wearing, and squirted between my toes at each step. The water was cool but not cold, and once I got over the feeling that there should not be wetness inside my shoes (as a matter of principle, really), it turned out to be quite pleasant.

Rain on my glasses made my vision blurry, and lights shone as coronas around themselves, blending into each other at the edges. The wind made whistling changing tunes between my ear and my wet strings of hair. I closed my eyes against the wind and rain and practiced how far I could walk before tripping off the edge of the boardwalk.

This walk was the most fun I'd had, the happiest I'd felt, in a while. I got home, took off wet things, the fronts of my thighs informed me that they were numb from cold, then proceeded directly to a burning red heat; the backs of my hands complained that my pockets had been too cold and wet to keep off the wind, I sniffled and shivered and made hot chocolate and wrapped myself in the big flannel-covered comforter, and all the while I've been sincerely, ridiculously, extremely pleased with myself.

I feel alive.
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Writing original ficlet now.



That is all.

Wait, no it's not.

Ever get a little way into a first person narrative and then you realize that the narrator is not the gender you thought they were? (Or age, culture, whatever) and it's a jolt.

I'm writing from the POV of a selkie (because the myths are always from human POV, aren't they) and I got most of a page of single-spaced, fairly dense type written before I realized that I wasn't sure what gender my narrator was.

And that I'd better figure it out before I got too much further, because although it might be cool to try and keep it ambiguous for the whole story (and I very likely could do that) I also have enough experience as a reader to know that if I were reading it, it would annoy the hell out of me.

Selkies, for those not into semi-obscure mythological beings, are seal-people who can become human and if you steal one's sealskin and hide it then they are trapped on land and there are multiple legends of them staying for years, often marrying and having children, but they can't forget the sea and keep searching for their skin and when they find it they always disappear back into the ocean. There are slightly more legends about females than males, but both exist.

Also, more in general: plot vs. character issues. Plot and character are pretty universally the two biggest components of fiction writing, and different people put different degrees of emphasis on them. I consider myself a plot-oriented person. I can automatically tell if a story hangs together logically, or if the plot is thin contrivances for the romantic (or character angst, etc) development, and the latter annoys me immensely and will generally throw me out of a story. On the other hand, JKR kind of sucks at writing romance but you know what? I sighed impatiently when I read the romance bits but HBP was such a great book, plot-wise, that I loved it anyway. Fandom in general -- perhaps everyone in general -- tends to be more interested in romance (on average) than me, and ok, to each his own. There's plenty of good stuff out there anyways, and I can learn to appreciate the romance too. But it is not something I naturally tend towards, and I (especially before fandom corrupted me) tended to miss even the anvil-sized hints that it is about to occur in a text.

So given all this about my reading preferences, why do I keep writing all this psychological character study stuff? It is not at all what I would have predicted I would be writing.

Maybe it's so fascinating to me precisely because I don't have a very intuitive understanding of it. So I spend time trying to puzzle it out, and then when I do come to any conclusions they are so novel and shiny to me that I am inspired to write them down.

Or perhaps my perspective is screwed in the first place and all writing is primarily about the characters and secondarily about the plot and maybe thirdly about the setting and so on, and my circuitous attempts to thwart this kind of thinking are hopeless and doomed from the start.

I'm in a writing mood lately, it appears. Have been posting a spate of comments when normally I hardly post any, and posting in my journal and writing fic type stuff and why aren't I writing any of the things I need to write for school in that case? *headdesk* I think it's related.
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It occurs to me that my HP friends may be slightly bemused by my recent emphasis on PotC fanfic.

I've been pretty much exclusively a HP fanfic reader for . . . mm, about three and a half years now.

I've only had a LJ for about one year, as before that I did an awful lot of lurking and drifting about as my tastes shifted.

And one of the first things I noticed about LJ was that it pinned me down, anchored me in place, in a way I wasn't used to. When you've got to keep up on reading your flist, you not only have a lot less time for cruising around randomly and exploring archives and such, you have a lot less motive, because there is of course so much good stuff on your flist why would you need to go anywhere else? And this is obviously both a good thing and a bad thing.

And I'm not saying I haven't ventured out of my little corner of LJ in the past year, either, because I have, and I've followed links from my flist and on and on.

But not a fraction of what I used to.

So at the moment I'm going through a 'bored with HP' phase, feeling boxed in and stagnant, but I've gone through those before, and this wonderfully (terrifyingly) huge fandom has always managed to have something new to grab my attention. This won't last. I'm certain of that. No other fandom could be what HP is, a place where you can find absolutely everything you ever thought about plus tons of stuff you'd never dream up in a million years. Harry Potter fandom is home. But I'm off on a side trip, to a delightful little world of pirates and swashbuckling, and I must beg all of your indulgence for my OT posts.


October 19th, 2005 09:58 pm
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Title: Comparisons
Author: Alyndra
Rating: PG
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Summary: Elizabeth thinks about the men in her life.
Notes: Thanks very much to [ profile] hazelhawthorne and [ profile] misskass for looking this over for me!

I'm not quite sure whether I like this version of Elizabeth or not. Possibly I've attempted to inject too much realism into what is, after all, 'a Pirate Movie.' :D

Cross-posted at [ profile] pirategasm.

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