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Can I get a motherfucking drumroll, guys? The story I have had in my head for years--literally, for years--is done. Not entirely. I'm not completely satisfied with it. But the bones of all the major scenes, I've got them laid out and arranged, and wow. Done. And in time for bandom big bang. I am verklempt. And, uh, about to edit as though my life depended on it for the next month, but still. DONE, YOU GUYS. DONE. 85K (probably more when I'm done with it). I am fucking insane, and also? TRIUMPHANT.


So, I am hella behind on comments and flists and book discussions, but I will catch up! Possibly after a long series of naps. And then I will resume work on numerous other fics I am meant to be writing. ...I am a lunatic. BUT STILL.


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This is for my darling, [ profile] softlyforgotten: a very very belated birthday gift (I started it thinking it'd be possibly 5000 words. AHAHAHA.) Mik, it is possible that no one else in the world will find this the slightest bit appealing, but I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

Title: Carrying Dangerous Goods
Fandom: Generation Kill/Temeraire
Pairings: Brad/Ray, Brad/OFC, Ray/OMC+one Temeraire character
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~46,000

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Summary: From the Signal Code of the Royal Navy and His Majesty's Aerial Corps: B, or Bravo -- I am taking in, or discharging, or carrying dangerous goods.
Author's Note: This is a story about Ray and Brad growing up together. Also, there are dragons.


Okay, so basically I shoved the GK boys into 19th century Napoleonic England, added Naomi Novik's dragons, shook vigorously, and then RAN LIKE THE HELL hoped for the best. I tried to keep the dialogue as true to the characters AND to the period as possible, probably with mixed success. There's no spoilers for the Generation Kill series within; there is for the Temeraire universe, however, particularly the third book, Black Powder War, though most of the events of the books happen outside the parameters of this fic.

If you are unfamiliar with the Temeraire universe, basically the premise is this: humanity has always co-existed with an intelligent species of dragons, who form strong bonds with individuals, their captains, and were an instrumental part of the British military during the Napoleonic wars (and, uh, other wars, too, but that is not entirely relevant at the moment). Hopefully the fic is mostly self-explanatory, but there are a few key facts to keep in mind: one being that dragons choose their captains upon leaving the shell, and another being that the Aerial Corp is in some ways very different from average British society of the time. For example, one particularly important breed of dragon, the Longwing, which spits acid and was often crucial to military endeavors, would only take on female captains. Yes. The Corps has female military captains, with full equivalency to any male in any other part of the military. You can imagine this would cause a bit of a to-do in traditional 19th century British society, so it was kept a bit hush-hush unless absolutely necessary.

If there are any questions re: the Temeraire universe or draconic terminology, this wiki should help.

If there are any questions re: 19th century British slang, this e-book from Project Gutenburg should help. (PS THEY USED TO CALL THE PENIS A SUGAR STICK. JSYK, I AM HUGELY AMUSED. I HAVE LEARNED SO MUCH WRITING THIS FIC.)

Also, now is the time I heap thanks on a billion people. Tons of you have read snippets and sometimes the entire shebang, and were utterly fantastic, and much thanks to you all, but I'd like to specifically thank [ profile] laliandra, [ profile] shiningartifact, and [ profile] brimtoast[ profile] laliandra was a total darling and agreed to help me brit-pick this monster, despite having no idea who any of the GK boys are. I heart her forever. [ profile] brimtoast, beta extraordinaire, who pointed out numerous typographical and pacing issues, and poked me until I elaborated on both plot and porn. Thank you for your pithy, insightful comments, as ever, bbdoll. And [ profile] shiningartifact, who held my hand every step of the way and convinced me this wasn't all a load of total twaddle, and was a fantastic beta besides. I cannot thank any of them enough.

Also, one day there will likely be a sequel. One day. ONE DAY. I have it plotted out and everything, But, um, don’t hold your breath, because it will be a while for sure. :|
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So, recently [ profile] adellyna had a mix exchange, and someone put up the request for a 'non-emo sociopath mix.' Damn straight, I jumped on that shit.

I'll just go ahead and put up the caveat now: I am not actually a murdering pyschopath. But I do love horror movies! And it turns out I have a number of songs in my musical selection that fits that M.O. pretty well. And, uh, if anyone else is interested, you can download it, too! Really, it's quite a cheerful-sounding mix, in my opinion.

I'll just ignore the chirping crickets and move on.

Check out this motherfucking cover [ profile] adellyna made, because she is my savior and a Photoshop goddess, whereas I barely know what a layer is. I am like a caveman, seriously.


Damn, that is some insanely menacing and yet perfectly bland and placid shit. I am in awe, you guys. MARVEL AT THAT COVER.

Anyway, for those who are interested, here's the playlist and bits of the lyrics. Basically, the album's meant to be a progression: from social disconnect, to an interest in murder, to being hospitalized, to picking out victims, and then to going cheerfully insane and actually killing them. Wow, it sounds dark when I lay it out, but seriously, the songs are all pretty upbeat!

man, now you're all going to defriend me, aren't you? )
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fOkay, so, I was filling a drabble prompt over at [ profile] we_pimpin, the Ray Person Appreciation community (because Ray is the motherfucking answer, in case you didn't know already), and somehow this happened instead. I don't even know.

Title: Take Two Marines (And Call Me In The Morning)
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating/Pairing: Brad/Nate/Ray, NC-17.
Notes/Thanks: This takes place right after Ray leaves the football field in the Bomb in the Garden episode, and is my version of fix-it fic. I wanted to give Ray a giant hug at the end of the show, and, so. Uh. Instead I wrote him a threesome, which is like a hug, but better? ...WHAT, RAY WOULD TOTALLY THINK SO. LEAVE ME ALONE.

Also, this wouldn't have been possible without the cheerleading and magnificent beta-work of [ profile] shiningartifact and [ profile] brimtoast. Seriously, it would all be nonsense and porn gibberish without them. <3<3<3

ay, there's the rub )


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