sirona_fics: (Eames)
Day 1

In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created. It can be your favorite fanworks that you've created, or fanworks you feel no one ever saw, or fanworks you say would define you as a creator. Drop a link to your post in the comments.

Hmmmmm. Okay, I guess, one for each.

Favourite fic: Well. Each of the fics I write is my favourite in one aspect or another, but I guess it's a toss-up between these two:

Love in the Time of Marmite
--Arthur-is-a-magical-chef fic. Basically. And then there's Eames. And Marmite. But this is mainly a story about Love, always about Love.

A Secret Love
--Regency AU. Lord Arthur Morwellan is desperate -- otherwise he would never have approached such a dangerous gentleman as Mr Gabriel Eames. While they grew up together, a misguided fight in their youth resulted in their estrangement from each other. But Arthur knows that Eames is the only person who can help him now, and he must find a way to gain his assistance -- even if it means deceiving him as to the true identity of the person in need. But what happens when Eames discovers his shocking secret?

Fic I feel like no one ever saw: I posted this around the time of the first LJ DDoS blackout, and it kind of got lost in the middle of the deluge, so. I'm pretty proud of this fic -- I feel it's one of my best, and it did exactly what I wanted it to do. :)

Not Shy of a Spark
--Noir AU. PI Arthur Lake gets called out to what he thinks is a routine case to help out a friend; things get a lot more complicated when he finds out who the victim is and meets William Eames, the person who found the body.

Fic I would say defines me as a creator: That's a really tough one, no doubt about it. But I think I can definitely say that this is one of the best things I have ever done, and it encompasses my undying need for a happy ending, for things working out for my protagonists, even if I put them through hoops first. It is a pretty perfect snapshot of what I'm aiming for as a writer -- lighthearted, yet with a strong emotional core and a resolution that (I hope) leaves the reader smiling.

Darling Buds of May
--When Arthur agrees to help out a desperate customer at the last minute, he has no idea what he's getting himself into. But then that's Eames for you. If only Eames would stop trying to trick his name out of him, everything would be right with the world.

....I honestly have no idea how this turned into such an Inception fest. I guess that fandom challenges me to produce works that I'm proud to call my own, and Arthur and Eames always bring out the writer in me that wants to aim for the stars.

To finish off this edition of Arthur loves his Eamesie, here's an InstaRec for a fic that honestly made me smile so hard. One of the most delightful things I have ever read, without a doubt. This has been Captain Fluff, your hostess for the day.

you are the place I rest my head by [ profile] papered
--café!AU. In which Arthur and Eames are uni students, and Eames works at the uni coffee shop.
sirona_fics: (charles/erik jazz hands)
All right, first time cross-posting! :D Which I will be doing from now on, because UGH, otherwise I have to re-post all my entries here, which, PAIN IN THE ARSE OR WHAT.

Right, okay. Look, indulge me. Please. I have been thinking about COULSON BAKING since yesterday (all day), and now I would like ALLLLL THE BAKING/BAKERY/COOKING AUS EVER, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Rec me stuff. Things you've loved reading, I don't particularly care in which fandom, I WILL READ THEM ALLLLL.

Writing has been mostly /fail these few days -- only 10K or so overall on X-Pride II, which for me is a bit lame. STILL, PROGRESS HAS BEEN MADE. \0/ \0/ Pretty much half-way done now, with the plot sorted out for the rest of it, which is almost half the work done! :D :D Charles is about to find a puppy on his way home, when he gets caught in a rainstorm. :D :D ALLLLL THE FLUFFFFF. <3

But otherwise, the cop!Erik AU is almost completely finished!! \0/ \0/ It's now been passed to my gamma readers, who will tell me if it is actually readable as it is. <3 THANKS, YOU GUYS. Sooooo there ought to be a 43K Charles/Erik adventure romp posted in the next couple of days! \0/ \0/ \0/


And now a meme! :D (I foresee a few of these in the coming days, what with end-of-year and all.) Stolen from [personal profile] amcw177.

Give me a character or a pairing (or both) and I will tell you three tidbits of my personal headcanon for them.

sirona_fics: (wtf james)
OKAY OKAY CRISIS AVERTED (for the time being). I have a custom S2 layout, so, Miss Clever over here just realised that if I use ?style=mine (which I don't like to do, BUT THE LESSER EVIL, RIGHT?) it works just like before!!!! OH MY GOD, THE RELIEF. I am totally going to hang in there until I see where this is going. *nodnod* Still importing my account to DW just in case, but -- OKAY, LJ. I'M WILLING TO GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. DON'T FUCK IT UP AGAIN.

...Meanwhile. Uh, okay. Here's the thing. I have ~43K monster of a Charles/Erik fic in the final stages of edits. Is there perhaps anyone out there that wouldn't mind reading that huge-ass thing and telling me if it works? I've been staring at the thing for waaaay too long, and I can't possibly inflict another re-read on my SuperBeta, who has already done a fuckton of work on this. Sooooo, if anyone fancies a romp with Kriminalhauptkommissar Lehnsherr and ensemble (that's the cop!Erik AU to you and me), would you please let me know? I'm kind of hoping to get it out by Christmas -- or New Year at the very latest. Uh. Please? ^_____^
sirona_fics: (spruce tree)
I rec this every year since it first posted and I read it, what, three years ago now? And it remains one of my most favourite fics of all time. So I thought, hey, lots of new people around here, TIME TO SPREAD MOAR JOY.

Make the Yuletide Gay, by [ profile] aggybird.
--In which we find romance, angst, a dash of mystery, bad puns, and Santa Jr.

[ profile] aggybird is one of my favourite original slashers out there. Every fic I have read by her has been sheer delight, and filled me with unspeakable joy. And this is a fic that I read every year, at least once as Christmas approaches. Yes, my icon is from there, and yes, it's hilarious and heartwrenching and happy-making in equal measures. And god, it contains some of the best, BEST pining that I have ever read in. My. Life. That scene, you'll know when you get to it, and the couple scenes following, my stomach clenches in a ball of aching hopelessness and desperation every time, even when I KNOW full well that it will allllll be fiiiiiine. So, SO fucking good.

And so. If you love good writing, if you love puns and fairytales and boys in love and pining and fluff, this is the fic for you. I adore it more than I can say. I hope to make at least one of your Christmases, like this makes mine! :D In fact, I rather think I shall read it now. At just under 16K, it's the perfect length for a treat. ♥ I can only hope that some marvellous, talented person can do the same for the, say, Avengers fandom, because then my life would be COMPLETE.
sirona_fics: (Default)
Look. I want you to know that I would have resisted. I would have. I could have done it, damn it. I even managed to resist the Bucky table, although it cost me something, I don't mind telling you.

But then [ profile] kellifer_fic claimed the Cliche table from [ profile] avengers_tables, and I got a good look at it.

And basically, that's all she wrote, folks. Like I said to her, I've never met a cliche I didn't like/couldn't subvert until I liked it. So, really, this was a foregone conclusion.


pretending to be a couple woke up married magical transformation inebriated confessions "It was a dark and stormy night..."
forced bonding coitus interruptus "...and they lived happily ever after." woke up on the wrong side of the bed undercover operation
shopping for curtains "you had me at hello" huddling for warmth amnesia soulmates
kids or babies fulfilling a prophesy/destiny just in the nick of time telepathy mistaken identity
not really dead phobias in the future... time travel relying on the enemy

DAMN YOU, [ profile] shinysylver AND [ profile] somehowunbroken, YOU HORRIBLE ENABLERS, YOU.
sirona_fics: (plot bunnies)
You guys, I keep telling you [ profile] delicatale has THE BEST IDEAS EVER. Here's more proof: she said to me today, AVENGERS LOVE ACTUALLY AU, and, uh. I... might have blanked out a little from THE SHEER BLIND AWESOMENESS OF THE THOUGHT.

Three words for you: PEPPER FOR PRESIDENT. Or Prime Minister. We are as yet undecided on the location. BUT SERIOUSLY. I. AM. SO. EXCITED. About writing that fic. WE ARE GOING TO DO A STEVE/PEGGY/BUCKY. BECAUSE WE ARE NOT ONES TO PANDER TO THE HETERONORMATIVE, STEREOTYPICAL COUPLEDOM, AND BECAUSE THE THOUGHT OF BUCKY BEING LEFT BEHIND TEARS MY HEART TO PIECES. (I think the whole world knows of my BUCKY FEELS by now, so I shan't exaggerate. I am just going to say that) IT IS GOING TO BE SO FUCKING AWESOME. \0/ \0/ I literally CANNOT curb my enthusiasm. :D :D I ABSOLUTELY CAN'T WAIT TO GET STARTED. I have completely and utterly failed to stop thinking of this ever since she mentioned it. ♥

We're almost done with the coffee shop AU! \0/ Almost 20K, BLOODY HELL, WE'VE DONE IT AGAIN.

God, I am crashing, I can feel it. That's twice today that I've been FUCKING MANIC and have crashed afterwards. Oh, well, it lasted a hell of a lot longer than I thought it would.

Today's Clint/Phil rec: probably all of you have seen it already, but [ profile] delicatale WROTE PUPPY FIC!! \0/ \0/ IT HAS ALLLLL THE FEEEELS, and Coulson trying SO HARD to resist and pull back and hsafjkhkldhgg PHIL, BABY, GIVE IN, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. <3<3<3 Happy-ever-after plus puppy!! What more could anyone want?? :D

Okay, tired now. Let's see if I can wring out a few more words out of my tired brain. Alternatively I'll say fuck it and watch Love, Actually. EITHER WAY IS A WINNER. \0/ \0/
sirona_fics: (bucky barnes gives me allll the feeels)
Okay right so this manic cheerfulness thing? SHOWS NO SIGNS OF ABATING, which, I have no idea what is going on BUT I LIKE IT. <3 And intend to make full use of it before the inevitable crash that is bound to occur due to my imminent Time Of Power (thank you, [ profile] zolac_no_miko, for infecting me with that saying, I WILL NEVER AGAIN BE ABLE TO REFER TO IT AS ANYTHING ELSE).

Anyway. I would like to make it known that MY FLIST IS FULL OF TERRIBLE ENABLERS. (I'm eyeballing you, [ profile] somehowunbroken.) Because this morning, I got to work to find an email from [ profile] somehowunbroken linking me to THIS PICTURE (linked, because it is ginormous and if I embed it it would screw up everyone's layouts, BUT YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CLICK ON IT AND GAZE ON THE MINDBOGGLING AMAZINGNESS THAT IS BUCKY BARNES). And then I (very understandably, I thought) had ALLLLL THE FEEEEELINGS GUSHING OUT EVERYWHERE. Which, extremely appropriate icon, me thinks. And then this happened, alongside an exclusively-CAPSLOCK-infested conversation with [ profile] somehowunbroken over IM (see cut below) about ALLLLLL OF OUR STEVE/BUCKY FEELS, directly precluding the events detailed in the aforementioned happenstance, AND BASICALLY THE OUTCOME OF THAT IS THAT I AM GOING TO HAVE TO WRITE THAT BUCKY/STEVE/TONY THING OR EXPLODE FROM SUPPRESSED ~FEEEEEEELINGS, OH GOD. /0\ /0\

The Steve-and-Bucky conversation, under a cut because SERIOUSLY, CAPSLOCK, I AM NOT KIDDING. And also length. YEAH. I WASN'T KIDDING ABOUT ALLLL THE FEEEELINGS EITHER. Also obviously for [SPOILERS] for Captain America. )

In other news, there is a Holiday Love Meme thing going on!! Which, MESSAGE ME WITH ALL YOUR LINKS SO I CAN GIVE YOU SOME LOVE!! :D

More new people! WELCOME. I hope you know what you're getting yourselves in for. >.>;; Intro posts have been going on this week, so feel free to check out my recent entries if you feel like moar insanity.

Anyway, last night I was reading this magazine my mum brought home with her, and there was an article on People's Sexiest Man Alive 2011 list! GUYS, IDRIS ELBA IS ON IT, HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THAT MAN. <3 And Chris Hemsworth's younger brother! AND CHRIS EVANS IS #5!! That is a nice fucking photo of him right there! :D It's a bit of a travesty that Sebastian Stan isn't on it -- next year, maybe?

So that was fun. And then I turn a few pages, AND I SEE THIS.

And while looking for that pic, I ALSO FOUND THIS.


There is also this vid, in which he is UTTERLY ADORKABLE, and also scorching hot with the making out and shit, NNNNNNNGGGHHHH. Also he sounds so smart; I love the bit where he talks about sense memory. HE'S A HUGE FAN OF ICE CREAM. HE LOVES WEARING COLOGNE. (Okay, sidecut, I have a HUGE thing about men wearing cologne and smelling delicious. The easiest way to seduce me is to smell nice and delicious and lickable/fuckable. (I wonder why the hell I haven't done a fic about this, or used it in a fic yet? SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT.) So Chris Evans saying this -- WELL, YOU CAN IMAGINE THE EFFECT ON MY LIBIDO.) BASICALLY THERE'S NOTHING I DON'T LIKE ABOUT THIS VID. <3 Also I would just like to say EVAN RACHEL WOOD'S HEELS. I don't as a rule have a shoe thing, BUT THOSE HEELS ON HER, I JUST. *_______* SO. FUCKING. HOT.

Anyway, my god, distracted is the name of the game today. :/
sirona_fics: (bucky mf barnes)
Friends! Romans! I would like to draw your attention to the following piece of news (WELL. I say news, but it's probably only news to me. STILL. I AM EXCITE AND I WISH TO SHARE SAID EXCITEMENT). So, without further ado (in the second half of the article, in The Story section):





ETA: LOOK, THIS IS JUST TOO GOOD NOT TO POST IN FULL. (Ganked off [ profile] somehowunbroken, because I have basically been STARING AT THAT PIC for an hour now.)

Meanwhile, yesterday I spied [ profile] pennyplainknits doing the five word meme, and, well. Y'all know how I feel about memes. >.>;; Everyone's favourite subject, et cetera, et cetera. I feel the need to warn you that from this point on, this post is the longest post I have ever done that doesn't involve some kind of story, so. Enter at your own risk.

England, Bucky, Writing, Cake, Travel )

Also, obligatory Clint/Phil rec (this is getting to be a habit, isn't it. A WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL HABIT ♥).

Stockholm Syndrom and other drugs by AlchemyAlice

Basically this made me GIGGLE MADLY at all kinds of inopportune moments. Hilarious and insightful and just plain adorable. <3 I have such, SUCH a huge weakness for people taking care of Coulson, BECAUSE HE NEEDS IT EVEN IF HE DOESN'T EXPECT IT (WHICH MAKES HIM ALL THE MORE DESERVING). Also I will never, ever, get tired of Clint calling Coulson 'sir'. BECAUSE, WELL. MY KINKS, LET ME SHOW THEM TO YOU. (H50 crowd: #shockingly unsurprised)




LET'S HAVE A FUCKING PARTY. IDGAF, IT'S GOT TO BE AFTER 5PM SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD. HAVE A DRINK ON ME (even if it's a cup of tea/coffee/etc). <3 Don't be shy. Come squee. Spread the word. Get to know your new friends. TALK ABOUT AWESOME THINGS.


Also, I am just tickled pink by ALLLLLL the awesome fic that has been posted/will be posted shortly, because, GUYS, [ profile] pocky_slash's Domesticity 'Verse Big Bang and its prequel went up yesterday!!!!! THIS IS HOW EXCITED I AM RIGHT NOW:

And also IMMINENT CLINT/PHIL PUPPY FIC FROM [ profile] delicatale. I CANNOT EVEN. *______________* Me right now:

Anyway. Today will be a bits-and-pieces kind of day -- Coffee Shop AU (AT OVER 13K, IT IS PROCEDING AS NORMAL FOR THE TWO OF US), Sherlockmas assignment, a beta job, edits on cop!Erik AU (because I'm feeling as positive as it's possible for me to feel, and if I don't tackle it now I NEVER WILL), and other random plot bunnies. Also I hope to be chatting to ALL OF YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING EVER. \0/ \0/
sirona_fics: (clint/phil smiles)
I've spent all day wrangling an ill baby Nicky, and I am now exhausted. I'm gonna go to bed in a bit, but first I wanted to share a conversation [ profile] delicatale and I had over the past couple days, because, well. Let's just say WE'VE DONE IT AGAIN. Basically it went something like this:

[ profile] delicatale: OMG Clint/Phil, we need ALL THE TROPES, like puppy fic and kid!fic and coffee shop au.
[ profile] sirona_gs: FHJFHFJGH COFFEE SHOP AU.
[ profile] delicatale: YES.
[ profile] sirona_gs: Have you too been feeling the co-writing bugs bite? BECAUSE I KNOW I HAVE.
[ profile] delicatale: WE SHOULD TOTALLY.
[ profile] sirona_gs: ...FUCK IT, LET'S DO IT. \0/ \0/

And so you're looking at about 5,500 words of said Coffee Shop AU sitting pretty in a GDoc overnight until we get to writing some moar tomorrow. YOU GUYS, THE FUN, IT IS EPIC. Also writing with [ profile] delicatale is ALWAYS A DELIGHT, I swear, ALL THE BEST THINGS IN THIS SO FAR ARE HERS. <3<3<3 SO MANY FEEEEELINGS, GOD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I'M HANDLING ALL OF THEM. :')

...Those two, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, NO LIE, THEY ARE RIDICULOUS BOYS IN LOVE. <3 This is going to be utterly trope-tastic and I LOVE IT. :D :D It's so awesome, finding a pairing early enough that most tropes are still up for grabs, writing-wise! \0/ \0/

Anyway, oh god, I have an Arthur/Eames fic to edit before sending it out to my SuperBeta tonight. Luckily, it's fairly short -- about six and a half K. Once more unto the breach, et cetera, et cetera.

The Avengers Friending Meme is still ongoing! :D If you're wondering whether to play, there's only one answer to that, really: DOOOOO IIIITTTT. Come make new friends! \0/

sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
I have somehow found myself with 8,400-odd words of a Clint/Phil fic (cleverly titled Phil's shirts are coul, which, I SERIOUSLY CANNOT EVEN /0\). And now I'm freaking the fuck out. Because this is a brand new paring for me, and okay, I've watched and re-watched the source material, but it always takes time to find the character voices that work for us, right? So yes, this is me panicking that it's rubbish/not making any sense/too much of one thing and not enough of another/completely and utterly OOC. And let's be honest, I've read precisely three Clint/Phil fics, all of which have struck a hell of a chord and I fucking love with all my heart, none of which have utilised the characterisation I'm aiming for (to this extent). This means that a) it it going to be a monumental failure, or b) it's going to be all right, exactly because it's different. But since I tend to find my feet with a pairing by reading ALLLL THE FIC EVER, I am understandably, like I said, freaking the fuck out.

Seriously, [ profile] laria_gwyn is a saint for agreeing to look this over for me, after all the flailing we've been doing about Clint/Phil recently. I am just hoping it isn't entirely unsalvageable -- because in one way or another, this is at least a facet of how I see the characters. The question remains whether anyone else will see them like me (mostly being the BAMFest of BAMFs, and stupidly infatuated with each other, and alllll the pining (this is where I'm really working myself up), and Clint obsessing over Phil's snappy shirts-and-ties -- totally trufax, guys, check this out:

Nice shirt, Agent Coulson )

Y'all know my obsession with suit!porn, y/y?)

So yeah. Taking a leap is fucking scary. Here's hoping I fly instead of crashing. >.>;;

Oh god, one a.m. again, why. /0\ I fail at being an adult so much.
sirona_fics: (clint/phil)
Oh my god. *collapses* Christmas shopping is now done. I have spent so much money. /0\

Well, okay, it's not that much, and I bought a fuckload of stuff, but it was kind of all at the same time, and it seems outrageous. I do this every year; I set aside one day in early December and just spend like three hours at the mall and go to all the shops and cobble together a few gifts each for mum, dad and sister (and this year, baby Nicky). I HAVE BOUGHT ALL THE BOOKS. Seriously, there were these gorgeous picture books, and Neil Gaiman's illustrated issue of Instructions, and a Winnie the Poo collection (Nicky adores them), and I bought my mum one of them large travel books, and a CD of Anna Netrebko performing live (she loves her), and I got Robbie Williams' Swing when you're winning for my dad, been meaning to give him this for years, and I got GNeil's Fragile Things for myself (I consider this tattoo research, okay, my next tattoo is going to be a quote from the selfsame story), and a silly paranorma romancel book that has nothing to recomment it but the fact that it's set in Oxford, and I just couldn't resist. I remember faffing around Broad Street and thinking up something remarkably similar to this plot in my head (only mine was so much more complicated in terms of mythology, Jesus, I am a nerd).

And all the while, I was thinking of the Phil Son of Canton theory, which, WHAT EVEN. /0\ And also about Phil Vs Christmas. I can't decide whether Phil effin' hates it, or he secretly loves it and only pretends to hate it because people expect him to (and Clint somehow finds out, because he is one observant bastard whatever his other personal failings, and IDK, starts secretly smuggling gingerbread men into Phil's office and leaving the plate on his desk, and Phil's face when he sees it), or he just as unflappably and calmly as always decorates his office with mistletoe and pine branches and ornaments and shit, and gives everyone a heart attack when they see it and think the Avengers have finally driven him round the bend. #happy place

And now I'm sat at Starbucks, recuperating; I've straight out inhales my gigantic toffee nut latte and am as I type trying to talk myself out of having another. In other news, my cousin is dragging me to see Breaking Dawn tonight, fucking hell. It's a good thing I love her. /0\

So there. That was my day so far; the only thing to make it more bearable apart from mentally constructing Phil's origins story was this awesome Clint/Phil fic, Jesus, what is it about this pairing that makes me all hot and bothered yet strangely mushy-hearted? IDEK.

Right. I'll be putting up the Christmas Trope Fest post in a bit, while trying to talk myself out of writing either of those two fics out in full. /0\ It is not being a good day about my self-control.
sirona_fics: (canton <3)
Okay okay so, uh. I have had this thought and now I CANNOT UNSEE IT.



Because fuck, it makes SO MUCH SENSE that he would be. And Canton is damned if he's naming his son Canton, all right, Phil is a perfectly good name, and it's the kid's actual name anyway, and besides, David likes it (sorry, [ profile] pocky_slash, I have completely stolen your head canon because it's my head canon now too). And they find this kid quite by chance, one night when fall is slipping into winter and the weather turns vicious, hiding behind a dumpster near their building. They coax him out, and take him in, warm him and feed him and make him take a hot shower and drink a cup of hot cocoa and put him to bed on their sofa, and spend the night watching anxiously from the kitchenette as the kid sleeps. He's hardly said two words to them, but they managed to find out his name is Phil. He won't tell them what happened to his parents, or anything else for that matter. And then very early in the morning, just before dawn, David goes to bed at last, exhausted from his twelve-hour shift and another five hours of fretting about this kid and what to do about him, because they can't just let him live on the streets. And Canton follows, but he can't quite fall asleep, head all screwed up with thoughts of his father and his mother and their complete and utter lack of interest in him; that for all their money, Canton grew up alone and alienated, that the FBI gave him a chance to belong, a family he hadn't looked for, until they tried to tell him whom he could and could not love; and that would be just fine, except; except he meets David, and even after one date he knows that all bets are off.

So he's still awake when there's a near-silent shuffle in the living room, but Canton is an agent, a damn good one at that, and there's no pulling the wool over his eyes when it comes to his job. He gets up quietly, walks to the doorway to the living room to find Phil struggling back into his filthy clothes that David had set aside to be thrown out, and the kid won't look around him, stares hard at the floor, like he could avoid thinking about what he's doing if he just focuses hard enough, but Canton knows that look, he damn well invented it, and he knows too well what's going on through this kid's head, thoughts of 'too good' and 'they'd just throw me out anyway, best to make myself scarce', and 'worthless' and just.

Canton can't let him go.

So he goes inside, and Phil starts, small and scrawny and underfed and with this hopelessness and stubborn determination etched too deep already into his too-young features, and. And there's a talk, and Canton somehow manages to convince him to stay, and petitions to adopt him, and he and David raise him AND OH GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME BEFORE THIS TURNS INTO 10K OF ~FEEEEELINGS AND PHIL MF COULSON, BAMF EXTRAORDINAIRE, GROWING UP WITH THE BAMFEST BAMF THAT IS CANTON EVERETT DELAWARE III.
sirona_fics: (wtf james)
If someone could please explain to me why I have spent the last THREE AND A HALF HOURS drawing Erik and Charles' Pemberley layout by hand, from scratch, using pencil and ruler and everything, I should be much obliged.

The notes for this thing have hit 1,500 words. JUST THE NOTES. The thing itself is now over 20K and we haven't even gotten our teeth into the main plotline yet.

This story is going to steal my sanity, isn't it.

Anyway, for those that are curious -- this is the ground floor of Pemberley, Charles/Erik-style. )
sirona_fics: (danny being smug)
From H50 2.09

So I have FINALLY seen this, probably the last one to. AND I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT. Shocking, I know.

sirona_fics: (charles/erik regency)
Okay, okay, so I was going to make another 'Working Through Shit, Bear With Me' post this morning when I got to work. And then [ profile] luninosity accosted me with a perfectly delightful Erik/Charles Christmas-y snippet, and now, er. Now I am just under 8K into X-Pride II, aka the First Impressions sequel. WHICH, WHAT. I guess my issues are more or less settled enough so I can write? Anyway, in the 8K so far there has been freaking out, a love letter, a wedding, awkward sex talk with Raven, making out in the carriage, angsty Charles being an idiot, more cuddling in carriage, and arriving at Pemberley. And I swear, I am not even seeing the end of this. I am going to write so much stuff, SO. MUCH. REGENCY MARRIAGE FLUFF. IDEK if anyone will want to read it, but I seem to want to write it, so. We shall see, I guess. At this stage I am not even going to hazard a guess as to potential word length. I just can't even extrapolate from what I have so far, because there's not actually all that many scenes in the 8K, it's mostly scene setting and conversations and some plot advancement. If I end up writing over 50K of one story in November without actually meaning to, does that count as NaNo?

Also, I am sorry to everyone expecting stories from me, but this is what's--well, less 'coming', more 'bursting out at the seams' at the moment, so. Normal service should resume... at some point? OH, GOD, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME. Probably making a soundtrack to prod me into writing alllll the words isn't actually helping me stop it.

Anyway. Feeling pretty damn decent today. You guys are wonderful and ILU so much. ♥

Drabble #4

Oct. 30th, 2011 01:19 am
sirona_fics: (steve/danny fondness)
First of all, thank you guys for the spidersss!! <3 LOVE THEM.

And second, here's another drabble for ya, this one exemplifying expertly my #what not to do when drunk tag. Because I get so maudling on 3 White Russians, gah. But at least I've fixed it! :) This is a wee sequel to The Long Wait (a.k.a. the one where Sherlock observes Rachel and Danny at the ultrasound waiting room), for those of you who wished there was a fix-it follow-up.

For [ profile] silmanumenel, who said:

Anyway, I reread your H50/Sherlock crossover yesterday, and I remembered how much I wanted any kind of sequel to that, and then I was listening to Adele earlier and these lines jumped out at me:

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited, but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me, it isn't over.

Somehow this seemed to scream Steve to me, and then I was thinking what if Steve somehow tracks Danny to London and then shows up there?

Someone Like You
~1,200 words
Warning for angst

One | Two
sirona_fics: (steve/danny facepalm)
I'm just so, so happy to have an episode we can all squee over again! [ profile] delicatale and myself have been going back and forth for the past two hours, and [ profile] delicatale will post an amazing little coda tomorrow, but basically it went like this:

delicatale and I write all the domestic fluff ever )
sirona_fics: (spruce tree)
Three more are up:

Danny's Delivery Service for [ profile] andrealyn.
Steve/Danny. AU in which Danny is an old-school witch who can weave love spells and Five-0 thinks he's been using his mojo for evil (but really, he's not, those idiots fell in love all by themselves). Oh, but this was just delicious to write! <3

The care and feeding of recalcitrant Steves for [ profile] kristen999.
Steve is delirious (fever, drugged what have you) and Danny has to talk him down from a (tree, roof, anywhere). Can be humorous, serious/scary, or any combo. This... kind of devolved into crack, a little bit. >.>;;

Old Grenade-hand, for [ profile] siehn.
Steve/Danny. Old West AU. Heee, this was so much fun! :D
sirona_fics: (spruce tree)
OKAY. OKAY. LAST POST TODAY, I PROMISE -- or should I say first post today, since it's after midnight here? GAH, I AM RAMBLING ALREADY. THIS WILL WORK JUST FINE, THEN.

I find myself in the strange position of having three--no, four--huge stories in the works. When I say huge, I'm thinking at least upwards of 10K, probably nudging closer to 20K and over. And I'm stumped. Just thinking about ALLLL THE WORDS I'm going to write for them makes me leery of sitting my arse down and getting to it; moreover, I can't seem to decide which one to focus on right now.

So. After much pondering, and deft enabling by [ profile] delicatale, to get my writing juices flowing I propose the following: PROMPT ME. I will write drabbles for as many prompts as I get ideas for, and that's a promise. I can't guarantee that every prompt will get filled, BUT I will do my absolute best for as long as I need this exercise. Now, it's half past midnight here right now, so this will happen tomorrow most likely, but. GO ON, YOU GUYS. I WANT TO WAKE UP TO A VERITABLE DELUGE OF PROMPTS! :D

Fandoms: Inception (Arthur/Eames), Sherlock (Sherlock/John, Mycroft/Lestrade (oh god)), H50 (Steve/Danny), XMFC (Charles/Erik), HP (Harry/Draco -- this one is for you, [ profile] altri_uccelli, if you fancy it! :))

I did this last year for Christmas, when anyone who wanted a Christmas drabble from me got one. I will very likely do that again this year, so think of this as a wee taster! :D
sirona_fics: (steve/danno)
I have just listened to this song (I know, I was probably living under a rock until just now), but OH MY GOD. I kind of want to listen to this ALL DAY LONG and think about a Steve/Danny jazz era AU where Danny is a mobster with a heart of gold and Steve is the super-smart agent sent to catch him AND OF COURSE THEY FALL IN LOVE AND EVERYTHING IS LACONIC-YET-AMUSED!STEVE/RANTY!DANNY AND NOTHING HURTS.

...Ahem. Anyway. Enjoy!

In other news, this afternoon/tonight I plan to make mocha cupcakes. Have sent Dad shopping for ingredients. I will let you know how that one goes! :D
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