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Hello, my writer! I’m excited to Yuletide with you this year and delighted we’ve matched on one of my favorite canons! You’ve already won me over by offering one of the fandoms of my heart, so honestly, everything else is icing on the cake – with all of these canons I just want MORE and if you give me that you will already have won Yuletide. However, if you’d like a bit more to go on than that, here’s a bunch of me rambling away on the topic of fics and fandoms and such! Probably more than anyone could ever want or need but I GET EXCITED, SORRY.

QUICK WARNING: there's spoilers below, re: all the fandoms I'm requesting, so read with caution!



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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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Title: O Captain, My Captain
Fandom: Temeraire
Pairing/Rating: Laurence/Temeraire, and NC-17, I reckon. YEP.
Summary: The prompt was "Transformation stuff - Laurence and Temeraire discover some sort of magic plot device artifact which allows them to change from human to dragon, or the other way around, or both. Sexytimes ensue, obviously." Totally ran with that last bit.
AN: Hearts and stars to my lovely betas and cheerleaders, [ profile] brimtoast and [ profile] fictionalfaerie and [ profile] shiningartifact, who took it very well when I told them I was writing dragon porn. ...eerily well, even. *eyes them*

"Laurence!" the man said, in tones of the greatest delight, and put his hands on Laurence's cheeks. )


Apr. 3rd, 2010 11:48 am
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Thank you to everyone for their loveliness in my last post--my aunt is doing better. Not great, but better. Anyway, your comments were like hugs when I needed them most, so seriously, thank you.

Also, okay, I have REALLY EXCITING NEWS. And somewhat less exciting news to follow. BUT FIRST:

OMG GUYS LOOK: EEEEE. Kara, my darling dearest, recorded my crazy Guided Tour to the October Country fic and it is fabulous and she captures the Frank and the Gerard voices so well. *flails all over town* Seriously, the whole thing is delicious and shivery and just like I imagined it. And she did a crazy fantastic job, especially since I liberally splashed the whole fic with random Egyptian words and shit. Poor Karalarabelle. <3

Also, ahaha, for those of you who didn't guess, I am de-anoning and owning up: I wrote the Laurence/human!Temeraire fic for the Temeraire Kink Meme. Oh, yes. OF COURSE I DID. Anyway, I am schlepping it up on AO3 and will post it here to LJ and  to some of the Temeraire comms for completeness' sake in a moment. So, uh, sorry if you see dragon porn all over your flists for a bit.

Anyway, I still owe about ten thousand fics, and I am sorry! I promise I am working on them all. I am just terrible at brevity. And timeliness. Terrible, terrible, terrible. Expect evidence of this to appear in the next few days.
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Okay, so, our internet book club livejournal, [ profile] bookdeyada, has been created! What larks, eh? We are currently posting nominations for A Book To Read Over April, so you should all get yourselves hence! Friend the journal, check out the nominations, nominate your own chosen books, pimp the journal out to your friends, etc etc etc.

This is a book club for people that love books, love discussing them, love cooing and squeeing and possibly writing bizarre random flashfic/crossovers/whatever catches our fancy. It is a bit of a free-for-all. I personally think we should have a "Drunken Hyper Book Club Night" in a week or two where we all arrange to drink wine/beer/cocktails/coffee and post random shit and re-write the first chapter of our chosen book in the style of JKRowling or Jane Austen or Stephen King.


...I'm a little too excited, sorry.

Okay, back to toiling away on my epic list of WiPs.

SEE YOU THERE OR BE SQUARE. Or something. You get the idea.
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I stole this meme from [ profile] laliandra; it is an excellent means of procrastination and a distraction from my own prickly brain. I am just having an itchy, disgruntled day. BAH. If you have further questions re: my writing (or whatever else, really), shoot me a comment.

'pro cras' = 'for tomorrow' in Latin )
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Hi, I found a poem today and it was on a moment that I really needed it. Just came across it all unsuspecting and it was perfect. In case someone else needs it, I am passing it on:

The Sciences Sing a Lullaby
Albert Goldbarth

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you're tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They'll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
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I'm starting up a Women in Writing book group for our tiny independent bookshop/coffeeshop, and I would cherish and welcome and fawn over any good recommendations you have! All genres welcome!

In other news, all these plot bunnies need to get out of my head. I have TASKS TO COMPLETE. CONMAN!GERARD, STOP HANDCUFFING FBI AGENT!FRANK TO THINGS. /o\ And let us not even speak of Bandom Big Bang, I am having one of those days where I just want to delete everything and write all over from scratch from a different time frame and POV. NO LAUREN, DON'T DO IT. STAY THE COURSE.

Wow, this post is boring.

PS: Thanks to all the love and good thoughts on my last post. You are all good reasons to get out of bed in the morning.
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Things that aren't awesome:
  • making decisions about my future
  • making phone calls
  • writer's block
  • the lack of a decent time travel/teleportation device in my life
  • still out of diet coke, woe
Things that ARE awesome:
  • [ profile] regonym made a podfic of Observer Effect! GAH IT IS AMAZING I WANT TO LISTEN TO IT FOREVER.
  • [ profile] brimtoast , full stop
  • my cat is curled up in my lap, my little basset is sleeping next to my knee, and the old man is sleeping on my foot. all three are snoring.
  • Pepper Potts (and also Tony Stark, I SUPPOSE)
  • Tonight I am going to a Lady Gaga dance party in the park. I am dressing up. There will be an adorable toddler with me. IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME BEYOND AWESOME, TELL YOU WHAT.
So. Tell me something not-aweseome/awesome about your day!
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Another ficlet from the [ profile] help_haiti  Lightning Round! It is taking me forever to get these out, I am sorry. :|  It was a busy week, and also I have fallen head over heels for White Collar. PETER BURKE. YOU SEXY FBI MINX.


Title: If This Is A Family Reunion, I Wasn't Invited
Rating: Gen
Notes: [ profile] regonym gave one of the most awesome, appropriate prompts ever and I finally got it out of my head and into words: a conversation between Death and one of the members of the Umbrella Academy. This takes place in the short story at the end of The Apocalypse Suite, "...But The Past Ain't Through With You." Thanks as always to my beta, [ profile] brimtoast, who (also as always) made this a better story than it would have been on its own. And hugs forever to [ profile] fictionalfaerie , who is the best cheerleader out.

ETA: And regonym then did a REALLY LOVELY THING and made this into a podfic, and it is wonderful, go listen immediately!

and we all get together when we bury our friends )
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Have re-dyed hair bright pink. Feel this is bound to improve my mood. It's needed a good re-dying for a while, as it was approaching a sort of cotton-candy-lemonade color. Of course, there is always the possibility that I have managed to also dye my neck and ears bright pink also, but never fear, stalwart readers, I have discovered the cure for this: nail polish remover. The gel form is especially effective. Works like a charm on my hands and arms, thankfully. Otherwise I'd look like I just murdered Strawberry Shortcake.

Next week, some of my undergraduate professors have asked me to help them set up the new Natural History Museum. Very cool happenings. Giant sloths and cave bears and saber-tooth tigers, oh my. To say nothing of the suids and hadrosaurs. But it's kind of, well. Stressful. I will just feel better if my hair is bright and unfaded, I think.

It is an exceptionally rainy, dreary day. I am going to catch up on some RPing, brew a giant pot of coffee, and settle down to finish re-watching Season Two of Twin Peaks. Oh, Agent Cooper, you are such a wacky dreamboat.
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Title: Observer Effect
Rating/Pairing: Klaus/Allison, PG
Notes: This was written for [ profile] help_haiti  auction, and contains spoilers for The Apocalypse Suite and Dallas. It is X-posted at AO3. Thanks go to [ profile] manonlechat for being AWESOME and requesting this, and to [ profile] fictionalfaerie for the handholding. ♥

ETA: And also thanks to [ profile] regonym, who was fantastic and made this into a podfic, which you can download here! *__*

Klaus talks to ghosts. )


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