Two Memes, Because
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ladymercury_10:
Give me one character or ship and one of these symbols (or more), and I’ll let you know the following for that character/ship:
☾ : Sleep headcanon
☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon
☼ : Childhood headcanon
⋆ : Sex headcanon
☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)
♤ : Cooking headcanon
☻ : Mood headcanon
♒ : Any other question of your choosing
Meme #2 from_samalander:
Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
ladymercury_10:Give me one character or ship and one of these symbols (or more), and I’ll let you know the following for that character/ship:
☾ : Sleep headcanon
☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon
☼ : Childhood headcanon
⋆ : Sex headcanon
☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)
♤ : Cooking headcanon
☻ : Mood headcanon
♒ : Any other question of your choosing
Meme #2 from
_samalander:Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
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Date: 2013-06-01 09:36 pm (UTC)Cassandra Cain: ☾
For the second meme:
His expression is completely wrong for the suit.
From the neck down Dick is Batman. The suit's sized for him, and slightly modified to help him appear taller, bulkier. Barbara can see the accomodations for Dick's flexibility, and the ways Bruce camouflaged them when he constructed this suit, all the way up to the double-layered gorget thickening and armoring Dick's long fine neck. But above that gorget is a stretch of pale skin, and a tilted chin, and Dick's vulnerable, open face.
A month ago she was looking at the invitation to his wedding and composing her regrets. Now here he is, in her living room, drinking her coffee and frowning with entirely too tender of a mouth. "I can't do this," he says, soft and thin and wobbly. "Robin is great, he's giving it his all, but how do I do this? How can I be Batman?"
Barbara wants to pull his head to her shoulder and hug him for a long, long time. But that's not what Batman needs. She lifts her chin, and he unconsciously lifts his as he sits up; she folds her arms, and inhales, and tells him.
To start with
Date: 2013-06-04 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-08 02:14 am (UTC)SO. Cass Cain has two sleep modes -- barely asleep, where she can be awake and alert at a moment's notice, and comatose-limp-sound asleep. Soon after she started befriending Steph she took what she intended to be a light nap in Steph's bed and woke up fifteen hours later with Steph sitting beside her reading a book.
I had saved that image, then I got this story idea and wrote this segment around it. It's fanart of one of the several times Bruce took a brief retirement.
His expression is completely wrong for the suit.
He looks so vulnerable and sweet.
From the neck down Dick is Batman. The suit's sized for him, and slightly modified to help him appear taller, bulkier. Barbara can see the accomodations for Dick's flexibility, and the ways Bruce camouflaged them when he constructed this suit, all the way up to the double-layered gorget thickening and armoring Dick's long fine neck. But above that gorget is a stretch of pale skin, and a tilted chin, and Dick's vulnerable, open face.
I had fun with the costume porn.
A month ago she was looking at the invitation to his wedding and composing her regrets. Now here he is, in her living room, drinking her coffee and frowning with entirely too tender of a mouth. "I can't do this," he says, soft and thin and wobbly. "Robin is great, he's giving it his all, but how do I do this? How can I be Batman?"
Who else could he ask? Also, the wedding mention sets when this is in their lives and their relationship.
Barbara wants to pull his head to her shoulder and hug him for a long, long time.
Who wouldn't? LOOK AT THAT WOOBIE.
But that's not what Batman needs. She lifts her chin, and he unconsciously lifts his as he sits up; she folds her arms, and inhales, and tells him.
Barbara, like Bruce, made herself into a hero, whereas Dick developed into one as Bruce's partner. So I thought she'd know what he needed.
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Date: 2013-06-08 02:32 am (UTC)she took what she intended to be a light nap in Steph's bed and woke up fifteen hours later with Steph sitting beside her reading a book.
Haha I can totally believe that. <3
Also, the wedding mention sets when this is in their lives and their relationship
Is that when Bruce broke his back during Knightfall then?
Barbara, like Bruce, made herself into a hero, whereas Dick developed into one as Bruce's partner. So I thought she'd know what he needed.
That's a really cool observation. :)
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Date: 2013-06-01 10:26 pm (UTC)And tell me about the 500 words no one ever asks about, but hide something you want to share.
From "Up Past Midnight"
Date: 2013-06-04 01:43 am (UTC)There's five days left before the month ends, but as far as Steve's concerned Mr. Phillips can have the apartment now and the furniture too. He stands in the doorway holding a suitcase with his clothes and sketchbooks, watching Bucky dump the few cans from the pantry into the box with the spare sheets, looking his last at the apartment where his Mom raised him.
His Mom's dead now. Those four words have echoed through his head for over a week. They buried her this morning, and the dusty afternoon sunlight slants through the kitchen window as Bucky gives Steve a big bracing smile. Steve tries to smile back, but it feels fake and sickly; Bucky winces around the eyes, hefts the box and heads over to him.
Because the door's shut, because there's no one here but them, Bucky puts down the box and wraps Steve in his arms. He's getting broader by the day, he's strong and solid and everything Steve's realizing he won't grow up to be, and Steve buries his face in Bucky's crisp shirt and holds on tight, gulping several warm breaths. But he doesn't cry. His Mom is dead, and blubbering won't bring her back.
So Steve makes sure he lets go first and takes a step back, makes sure he reaches for the box before Bucky can, though Bucky swats his hands away and hoists it. "C'mon," Bucky says, and Steve grabs his suitcase with both hands and lugs it along as, like always, he follows Bucky.
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Date: 2013-06-08 02:22 am (UTC)This story is my love letter to Steve. As was 'Steadfast'. This is also my love letter to Bucky, because.
There's five days left before the month ends, but as far as Steve's concerned Mr. Phillips can have the apartment now and the furniture too.
I wanted to set up the situation ASAP. He stands in the doorway holding a suitcase with his clothes and sketchbooks, watching Bucky dump the few cans from the pantry into the box with the spare sheets, looking his last at the apartment where his Mom raised him.
Why is he leaving...
His Mom's dead now. Those four words have echoed through his head for over a week.
... the answer.
They buried her this morning, and the dusty afternoon sunlight slants through the kitchen window as Bucky gives Steve a big bracing smile. Steve tries to smile back, but it feels fake and sickly; Bucky winces around the eyes, hefts the box and heads over to him.
I love their love. Also, since Steve is an art student, I tried to lard this with visual details.
Because the door's shut, because there's no one here but them, Bucky puts down the box and wraps Steve in his arms.
I love how different people are in what they consider private.
He's getting broader by the day, he's strong and solid and everything Steve's realizing he won't grow up to be, and Steve buries his face in Bucky's crisp shirt and holds on tight, gulping several warm breaths. But he doesn't cry. His Mom is dead, and blubbering won't bring her back.
Steve is a sweet creature, and a tough cookie. And he and Bucky have a very tactile relationship in the movie, so.
So Steve makes sure he lets go first and takes a step back, makes sure he reaches for the box before Bucky can, though Bucky swats his hands away and hoists it. "C'mon," Bucky says, and Steve grabs his suitcase with both hands and lugs it along as, like always, he follows Bucky.
He's not napoleon-complexy, but he has his pride, and Bucky respects that (and loves him).
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Date: 2013-06-01 10:47 pm (UTC)Femslash Ficlet #6: Bujold's Barrayar, PG-13
"A hundred worlds and more," Princess Kareen murmurs, her head tipped back against the back of the garden bench, her wine-glass tilted between her fingers. There's a royal reception behind them, its noise and lights muffled by the intervening walls of foliage and most likely hidden soundproofing, but right now it all sounds very distant to Cordelia. Kareen's soft, even breathing sounds, well, not so much louder, but much more important.
Still, the party's not so far away, Cordelia reminds herself, and someone must notice the absence of the Princess sooner or later. Also, this wine is really rather strong. Cordelia sets her glass down beside her hip before she leans closer to Kareen. "Many more," she replies, pointing up at the stars. "See that one, the yellowish one, about ten degrees down from north?"
"Is that Beta's sun?" Kareen asks, wide-eyed as a girl, but wistful.
Cordelia laughs, more than she should, louder than she should; she can see a lock of Kareen's hair blow sideways before she stops herself. Extraordinarily strong wine. "Actually, no. We can't actually see Beta's sun from Barrayar; it's behind that star, blocked by it. But seeing that star lets me know it's there."
"I'd like to see Beta," Kareen says, shrugging almost immediately after. "Not that Barrayaran royalty would be exactly welcome there."
Cordelia wants to suggest some crazy plan, but really, she has more sense than that. "I didn't really think a Betan military officer would be welcome here, but you and Lady Alys have made me feel very welcome."
Kareen smiles at that, turning towards Cordelia, taking her hand in a long smooth one. "You are welcome. As welcome as a breath of fresh air." Her smile starts to twist wryly again, so before it can get there Cordelia leans forward and kisses her.
Damn strong wine.
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Date: 2013-06-08 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-02 02:43 am (UTC)♤ : Rosie (as Cotton OR Gamgee)
And for the second (I'm sorry--it went a tad over 500. *scuffles toe in the dirt*) because I just love your adorable OC!
Thain Peregrin I walked into the library of Great Smials, looked up, and gasped. Then, in a gesture anyone who had known him for the last eighty years would recognize, he stuffed a fist into his mouth to stifle his laughter. As quietly as he might, he crept closer, watching his quarry clamber higher, quite unaware of being observed. The library was a round, high-ceilinged room, the walls covered with shelving, and Thain Pippin made his way to the base of the History section, pitched his voice carefully (not so loud as to startle, but loud enough to be clearly heard), and called, "Appleblossom Took!"
It was Pippette's turn to gasp, as she clutched the shelf above her and looked down. "Grandda?"
"Pippette, what are you doing up there? And don't tell me you won't fall." She shut her mouth again. "Stay right where you are, and I'll fetch a ladder and come to you." He looked down to hide a smile; when Farry and Goldi had named their first child for Pippin, had they thought that being a girl would prevent her from taking after him? Goldi should have known better. Farry, too, knowing his mother.
"Hold on with both hands!" he called as he moved the ladder over; Pippette huffed. "I could hang from this with one foot, upside down!" she cheerfully retorted, and Pippin couldn't help thinking, that's my lass, as he bit his lip to keep from grinning. "I'm sure of it," he replied, "so sure that you don't have to show me." Reaching his granddaughter, Pippin wrapped an arm around her waist, and she obediently wrapped her limbs around him though she protested, "Grandda, I could have climbed the rest of the way."
"You ought to have used the ladder, Pippette" he replied as sternly as he might; Pippette's hazel eyes sparkled mischief, but she nodded. "If you'd fallen, you'd have been badly hurt, and your Mum and Da and Grandmum and Granduncle Merry and Grandaunty Stel and Uncle Theo and all your Gamgee aunts and uncles would have been so very upset."
"What about you?" Pippette asked. Pippin opened his eyes as wide as they'd go, a bit harder these days for the crinkles round them but all the more dramatic, and said, "I'd be the upsettest of all, to see my Pippette hurt." He emphasized his words with a squeeze.
"All right, then," said Pippette magnanimously. "I will use the ladder, Grandda. It just seemed so much fun to climb."
"I know, climbing is fun, but it can be dangerous. Use the ladder. What were you after?"
"A history-book of Gondor," she said, pointing. She'd nearly reached them, too, and Pippin's heart clenched at the sight, as he wondered how she could have gotten safely back down with one of the heavy books. Carefully not thinking on it, keeping his voice light, he said, "Ah, but why not one of the ones lower?"
"Because I wanted one of the big ones, that came all the way from Minas Tirith, one with a tale of you in it," she replied implacably. "I wanted to read about how you saved the Steward's son and killed a great troll."
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Date: 2013-06-08 02:30 am (UTC)As for my headcanon on Rosie's cooking -- have an excerpt from "The Mayor and the Gardener", describing the lunch she gave Sam to feed Frodo:
Frodo... uncovered the basket anyway, and sucked in his breath appreciatively. "Did you bring lunch for all of Michel Delving?"
"I just brought what Rosie packed," Sam said proudly; Rosie shared his idea of a proper meal, and was as good a cook as any hobbit. Frodo smiled and pulled out item after napkin-wrapped item, arranging them on the desk: sandwiches of butter and hard cheese or cold sliced mutton; pies with eggs and mushrooms and bacon; more pies, these filled with sour cherry preserves and soft cheese; apples baked in pastry; boiled eggs; two different seedcakes; and a jug of cider to wash it all down. The Cottons had deep cellars, after all, that the ruffians had never found. There was more food still in the basket, but there wasn't any room left on the desk.
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Date: 2013-06-08 03:01 am (UTC)Pippette as a female Pippin. Sweet and reckless--yep! I love it, and I love the story still!
And that quote made me laugh out loud! (While my hubby is watching the sad parts of The Patriot on the TV behind me. I'm so insensitive. ;) )
Plus it made me hungry...
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Date: 2013-06-02 03:28 am (UTC)also, hi, ilu, i hope you're doing well.
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Date: 2013-06-08 02:33 am (UTC)I don't know why, but (as can be seen in "Blue Eyes Shine" and "Until the Stars aRe All Alight") I decided that Chris is a maudlin drunk. Winona is an aggressive, barfighty, horny drunk. And George is a bright smiling cheerful drunk. I bet they had some fun pub crawls, and the only reason the threesome didn't happen was that Chris and George managed a little prudence between them.
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Date: 2013-06-02 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-06-04 01:47 am (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/51014
(I also wrote Merry/Halbarad but not with vampirism)
Tomorrow I shall write about that story for you. :)
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Date: 2013-06-04 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-08 02:38 am (UTC)That was a fun piece of crack. I think it grew out of discussions with
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Date: 2013-06-19 08:30 am (UTC)☠, ☮ for Spock/Uhura?
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Date: 2013-06-20 04:06 am (UTC)What would Sam be in an AU? He is so of his universe I have a really hard time imagining. I'll have to get back to you on that.
Uhura is a sharp-edged drunk. She doesn't get pugnacious, she gets razor-sharp and wickedly gleeful. Spock... unbends a little in the warmth of a chocolate intoxication (I love the fanon-or-whatever that chocolate intoxicates Vulcans).
Spock adn Uhura ostensibly have separate quarters on the Enterprise, but Uhura almost never sleeps in hers; even when Spock has a shift when she's off duty she often spends her time in his spare and lovely quarters. (She still needs hers, though, for her boot collection.)
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Date: 2013-06-20 05:14 am (UTC)It's a good headcanon! He still thinks Frodo is magic at 40, after all.
I made a series of Discworld/Lotr WWI crossover AU pictures because of a random pairing challenge, so I guess I can imagine at least that much Sam AU. Sam is Sam is Sam and I love him to teeny tiny bits. None of this is news but augh, I must express my love.
This is weird but I kind of think you're right about nu!Uhura but not TOS!Uhura? I feel like TOS!Uhura would get horny. It's a subtle difference in their level of comfort? I don't knooowwww. Anyway, I WAS asking about nu!Uhura, so. I agree!
I bet drunk Spock would just get a teensy bit slower and more precise, trying to keep it together, because it's like he either lets go a lot or not at all.
<3