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So, because [livejournal.com profile] rageprufrock is such a good friend, she often entertains me when I'm down with little snippets of delicious fic. In return, I do the same - which doesn't seem a very fair trade, but I'm getting the better end of the deal so I don't mind! As a result, she is demanding I post the following:

Title: Pale
Rating: R
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Set in Pru's wonderful Drastically Redefining Protocol universe, this is the first official prime-time interview with Arthur and Merlin.
Notes: Unbetaed, so sorry for any obvious mistakes. This is mostly completely self-indulgent fic written to cheer myself and Pru up, so you've been warned.

click here for full text )
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In the past 6 days [livejournal.com profile] rageprufrock and I have:

4 bottles of wine
3 bottles of beer
3 gin and tonics
2.2 bottles of champagne
2 pints of cider
1 pint of guinness
been eaten by the hedgerows once
lost one parking ticket
Eaten in 8 restaurants
spent 27 hours in the car
visited 12 towns and cities
visited 3 castles
wandered around 2 cliff-faces
fallen over on rocks a lot
tripped up narrow castle staircases several times
lied to surveyors for the National Trust
secreted 1,300 (approx) insects about our persons after time spent frolicking amongst wildflowers
gotten lost countless times

In conclusion:

have some morally dubious Merlin slave AU )
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I baked today. It was kinda idyllic, actually. My Grandmother and I bickering over her small kitchen counters and slapping each others' hands away from the pastry. Very fun *g*. I made a treacle tart and two strawberry, rhubarb and apple tarts - one for nan, one for parents. There's enough pastry left for a nice raspberry tart, as well, as step-dad has been growing raspberries and now we have hundreds!

How very domestic I am today.

Er... something fannish? Have an AU blurt.

Read more... )


Jul. 3rd, 2007 08:50 pm
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Hmm, I'm a little reluctant to post this. But, in the spirit of cleaning out my folders, I will.

This is something that I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] 2am_optimism in... *checks date* woah! November 2005! We called it "indulgence fic" for reasons which I'm sure will be almost immediately obvious.

There were many reasons that I never did anything with it, but the main two were that it never had enough structure or interest to maintain as a revised, stand-alone story, and also that around that time, several people came out with much much better stories that followed the theme of this story. To the extend that now I would say the premise is almost one of the SG:A fandom cliches. But, like all good cliches, I suppose it's just really really nice to have something comforting to read occassionally.

So, without any pretense to originality of any kind, completely unbetaed, off the cuff, and over a year old:

The Luxury of Takeout. John/Rodney. NC-17 )

Now, some brief meta thoughts on this story and fandom as a whole.i warn you, the below is rambly and disjointed. More a splurge than proper thoughts!

A friend and I have a theory. People get into fandom from one or more of two routes:

Science Fiction vs. Romance

Personally, I most defintely went the romance route. I'm a fiend for romance novels - especially of the bodice-ripper persuasion - and although I do harbour love for the main genre-crossing staples of sci fi (Star Wars, for instance) I don't have that passion for the genre that some people cherish.

Then there are the Sci Fi fans. I obviously can't talk with as much authority about their point of view, with the exception that my friend is in fandom and is a die hard sci fi nut. She will read anything - no matter how poor the writing/characterisation etc., as long as it has a good, solid science fiction premise. For that reason she is also completely open to gen stories, or those catagorised as pre-slash, etc.

For me, that just don't kick it. She is in almost constant wonderment that I will not really love a piece of fanfiction unless it satisfies what she laughingly terms my romantic fiction criteria. And I am equally baffled that she can read 100,000 words of angsty holding hands, or whatever, because the science fiction is good.

SG:A seems to be that rare kind of fandom that has possiblities to satisfy both these types of people. The fanfiction backs me up. We have as many sci fi/gen writers as we do AU/romance writers, and the canon itself is so malleable as to be completely at our disposal in a way that someone watching it can't help but want to mould and shape into their perfect story.

Improbable sci fi scenario complete with million-dollar special effects and gay sex? Check!

Self-indulgent, earth-bound historical porny AU? Check!

To bring this back to the story above, I think that is my main reason for the fact that all of my SG:A fics (the public ones, at least!) are set on Earth. The romantic in me wants a Harlequin, not a Star Trek, and so turns canon into that. And I would say that this is why stories like this - indulgent earth-fics - are so popular in a fandom whose canon is, after all, science fiction!


Jun. 5th, 2007 09:00 pm
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The guy's glasses kept sliding down his nose.

"So, my schedule is pretty fixed, I don't like last minute changes, and I hate to be late so—would you?" John suddenly found himself with a bundle of soft clinging baby as the guy—McKay, handed her off and pushed his glasses up again. "So as long as you're never late and do your job to the letter, we'll be fine."

If John had been given the text of this conversation in advance, he would've assumed that the guy would be grilling him rigorously during this speech, but actually he was kinda absent-minded.

After pushing up his glasses he walked off down the hall and into the kitchen, just carrying on talking like he was expecting John to tag along. When he did follow, juggling the baby from one arm to the other, McKay was rifling through cabinets.

"Formula, diapers, bottles, sterilisation stuff, band aids, antiseptic cream, antihistamines—as for you, you can eat anything except the stuff in there—" he pointed to a high small cabinet over the refrigerator. "That's my emergency stash; if I find anything gone from there, I'll be mad and you'll be fired."

"Right," John edged in a word, meeting the eyes of the six-month-old baby in his arms. She looked as bemused as he felt. "Get here on time, don't eat your stash -- think I can handle that."

"What?" McKay looked distracted, as if he'd forgotten John was a person who could actually talk, rather than a baby-carrying automaton. "Right. Great. Emergency numbers on the pad by the phone—" he began messily pulling on a tie. "I'm usually back by eight."

"Great. See ya." John said, clearly far too slowly for McKay, because he was already out the door.
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So, bored at work, I emailed [livejournal.com profile] 2am_optimism.

"Let's play a game," I said. "You give me an AU, and I'll write a little bit of it."

After a day and a half, thought it might entertain you guys to post the results.

They are wacky and odd and (hopefully) sexy and funny by turns. And completely unbetaed, just stream of consciousness writing at whatever came to mind after reading the prompt.

Ranging from G to NC-17 and covering topics such as (Rodney and John as...) pirates, models, and the inevitable Entourage AU... all behind the cut.

Here be fic )

New Story

May. 2nd, 2007 03:59 pm
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International Klein Blue vs. the Standard Model
SG:A, Sheppard/McKay, NC-17, not really any spoilers past 2x03

Notes: I'm putting this here at the request of 2am, who asked me where this idea came from. Basically I was watching a BBC2 Horizon programme the other day about a Large Hadron Collider they're building on the Swiss/French border. It got me thinking about physics and, as I'm an art geek, I was also thinking about art. I was thinking how the artistic endeavours of the 20th century mirror the scientific discoveries, in that they progressively break the world down into its component parts - science discovering the Standard Model, art moving from observational painting and drawing, through impressionism and cubism, to the extremist end - someone like Yves Klein with his paintings. I was thinking that these blue canvases have broken it all down to such an extent that what he's painting is pure energy, or pure mass. Er, so, then I got to thinking about John and Rodney. As you do.

Not really betaed except on the fly by [livejournal.com profile] 2am_optimism - who, as usual, earns my eternal gratitude. Written in one sitting this morning, so any other mistakes are all mine. Hope you enjoy!

Rodney glared at Sheppard as Doctor Monroe slathered cream over his wounds. )

New story

Mar. 20th, 2007 07:36 pm
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How Eric Likes His Eggs
Entourage, Vince/Eric, NC-17, spoilers through Season 3

With huge thanks to [livejournal.com profile] hackthis and [livejournal.com profile] askmehow for the beta, and [livejournal.com profile] 2am_optimism for the final tweaks.

It all starts when Eric and Sloane are lying in warm, post-coital stickiness.  )
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Very off-the-cuff and barely-betaed, I've had a bunny to write a fic based on the movie Kissing Jessica Stein for aaages, and finally jotted it down. The first part is below the cut.

Kissing Rodney McKay
John Sheppard/Rodney McKay. NC-17 (eventually). Warnings for harlequin-style silliness and a love of romantic comedies with neurotic naval-gazing. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] 2am_optimism and [livejournal.com profile] cincodemaygirl for their help.

Kissing Rodney McKay )
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You know what I really fancy reading?

An AU set in early 30s Paris, in which Rodney is an over-protected son, studying away from home for the first time. He arrives in a city that is teeming with a greedy underworld of perversion, lust and booze, which he is shocked by and drawn to all at once.

His usual acerbic self, he spends his first few months either studying or sitting in his room (in a hotel in the Latin Quarter, naturally) reading, watching the city frolick outside his window from the corner of his eye, half wanting, half afraid.

Then, one night, there is a knock at his door, and it's his downstairs neighbour - alleged downstairs neighbour, since Rodney has never seen him before - a louche underdressed boy about Rodney's age - on the verge of being a man. It's John, of course. He's locked himself out.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Rodney snaps, distractedly aware of losing his place in his novel as well as the loose fall of hair accross the man's forehead.

Would you mind if I stayed here for a while? Only, it's raining out. )
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This project has been a year in the making, and includes video, audio and stories. I have a passion for history, [livejournal.com profile] 2am_optimism has a passion for planes, and this is what happened when the two worlds collided.

ETA 2 - This project is now kindly hosted by the Organisation for Transformative Works.

Huge thank yous to my betas, [livejournal.com profile] 2am_optimism, [livejournal.com profile] iseult_variante, [livejournal.com profile] rossywar, [livejournal.com profile] cincodemaygirl, [livejournal.com profile] serialkarma.

I hope you enjoy!

A video trailer for this fic is behind the cut )

You can download a hi-res version of this trailer here: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=EPHNFSGT
You can download a text file of the full story here: http://www.notapainter.co.uk/mtsd/missedthesaturdaydance.wps
or in plain text here: http://www.notapainter.co.uk/mtsd/missedthesaturdaydance.txt

ETA - I get a lot of queries about the song in the trailer. It's "Everything Depends on You" by the Delta Rhythm Boys.
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Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY [livejournal.com profile] brooklinegirl! Hope you have a lovely day, sweetie.

Secondly, I'm cultivating a new obsession: Arrested Development. Being in the sucky UK, I'm aware I'm rather behind with this obsession. However, I've now seen almost all the eps, and, yes, here be very silly fic.

Don't know if anyone else on my flist will be interested in this - plus I'm pretty scared to post it! - but I very much enjoyed writing it, so for those of you that do read it, hope you like!

Lucille 1, 2, 3, 4 )
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