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[livejournal.com profile] trobadora tagged me for this.

Rules: for five consecutive days post three positive things that have happened, plus tag three other people to do the same, so the positivity keeps growing.

No, you know what, I had some froofy generalized positiveness stuff here, but screw that.  Things HAPPENED this week.

1: We're having a massive budget crisis at work which has, among other things, resulted in the freeze of our only multicultural support position for students on campus.  A number of faculty and staff who are concerned about this came together, and today we had a really GREAT meeting with the college president, who is totally on the same page as we are and is prepared to not only hire for the position the moment we're not in immediate fear of bankruptcy, but also to re-evaluate it and make it more powerful and extensive.

2: I've been invited to join a new policy think tank that's being established for the college--not as a communications support person but as an actual participating member.

3: Two small fluffy birdies who are excited to see me when I get home every day. <3

Tagging: you, you and you.  I can't even remember who on my follower list is actually active on LJ these days. XD
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Rock on.  Man, I wish 10,000 words wasn't like an entire NaNoWriMo for me.

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I wish you could merge Livejournals, because I am over the days when I felt shy about writing genderswap tentacle-sex porn.

Also I think all my followers who would have been scandalized by this have stopped using LJ, soooooo.

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] arbitrary_fic at BBC Sherlock fic: Six
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Tags & Warnings: Omegaverse, tentacles, sexswap
Notes: Written for michi_thekiller. Betaed by the always delightful LapOtter!

Sherlock and Jonnie both gasped and jerked as another of Sherlock’s knots popped into her.
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Tags & Warnings: Omegaverse, tentacles, sexswap
Notes: Written for michi_thekiller. Betaed by the always delightful LapOtter!



Sherlock and Jonnie both gasped and jerked as another of Sherlock’s knots popped into her.

“Four,” Sherlock groaned. )
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I just want to talk about my love for monster-boys and monster-girls. And monster-other genders, because if not all humans are boys or girls, there's no reason monsters should have to stick to that.

I love them so much.  I love minds that don't work quite like human minds, and instincts that want different things than humans want, and monster-emotions and monster-priorities and monster-ways of seeing the world.

I love when monsters can find a space to share with humans--where maybe they don't want the same thing, but they satisfy each other's needs anyway.

I love monsters that don't take shit, that don't apologize for what they are, that don't need to kill but will if you push them because fuck you, they're not human and they don't live by human rules, and you should never forget that.

I love monsters that love, fierce and raw with immortal minds and hearts, without pity.

I love immortality, and what it does to a mind, how being able to live as an immortal makes you a monster because the scale of the world shifts and your priorties can't be the priorties that humans cling to anymore.  How the world becomes so much bigger, how time becomes a place, how sanity becomes relative.

I love monsters who don't abide by human genders, because why should they?  Why should 'girl' mean to them what it means to us?  Why should their girls, if they even have them, want or need the same things?  Feral girls, ferocious girls, girls who drink blood so their bones and babies become strong, girls like hawks who are bigger and stronger and more territorial and hungry than any boy.

Monsters that aren't boys or girls at all.  Monsters who can be both or neither as they please, who never were either and don't understand it, or do understand it and know it's nothing more than a veil to wear to coax their prey close...

Monsters for whom humans are thin, transparent, gossamer things, more space between molecules than molecules themselves.  Monsters so dense and real that we can only see them when they concentrate, make themselves incorporeal enough for us to touch.

God, I love monsters.
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I've seen a few people commenting on their struggles with adjectives and adverbs in their writing, so can we just talk about this for a minute?  I have a piece of advice on the subject:

Don't worry about it.  Do what works for you.

Writing descriptive text is one of the skills that writers continue to develop over years.  Wherever you are now, you're going to get better at it.  If you're currently at the stage where what works for you is lining up a few adjectives in a row, that's fine. It's not Chuck Palahniuk master class-level skill, but here's a little secret: most of the people who write for their career aren't that good either.  They don't need to be.  The #1 most important skill of a story writer is not to be able to sculpt words like clay, but to be able to communicate your story effectively to the reader.

If you go hunting for writing advice, then everybody in the world will have (conflicting) advice on adverbs and adjectives in your writing, and they frequently imply that if you don't do it the way they say then no one ever will read your work and you will fail as a writer and ALSO THE WORLD MIGHT END.

But seriously, there is a small minority of people out there anal retentive enough to count how many adverbs you're using per page, and their opinion is not important.  Use your words in whatever way accomplishes the job.

As you do that, you will learn and grow in your skill at deploying them.  If you actively set out to examine how other people handle adjectives, adverbs and other descriptive techniques and practice those for yourself, you may learn even faster.  But in the meantime, telling your story is the important thing.
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So many new people!

By way of introduction, I figure I can't do better than to tell you about the dream I had last night. It was about the next Avengers movie. They were just getting going into the first big fight, gearing up for the bad guy's dramatic entrance, when lo and behold, SKELETOR comes sauntering in through the doors, in his trademark purple hood and boots and a red satin negligee.

Tony Stark stopped in the middle of the fight and said, "What the fuck."

What the fuck indeed, Tony. What the fuck indeed.

Welcome, new friends!
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{ visit my post } { visit the thread }

LJ is so quiet these days, but there are still lots of active people out there! You just have to find them.
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For the writers out there:

Yuletide is, for my money, the best fanfic challenge/exchange out there.  This particular sub-challenge might appeal if you're looking for a change of pace, interested in finding some friends in one of your tiny fandoms, or really looking to make somebody's day (or week, or month).

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] swan_tower at Some Day My Fic Will Come . . . .

"As we gear up for Yuletideapalooza 2014, I wanted to remind everyone of the Some Day My Fic Will Come mini-challenge. This is a listing of perennial Yuletide requests: fics people have asked for year after year, but have never had filled. If you're looking to write a New Year's Resolution story, or just want to warm up your fingers for Yuletide, consider browsing the spreadsheet for a suitable prompt. You just might make somebody's day!

My intent, by the way, is for SDMFWC to be an ongoing thing. That means we'll update the spreadsheet after Yuletide this year with any new perennials (either those which went into their third round this year, or weren't included in the first pass) and remove the filled ones from the list. I hope to do a lot of the latter. :-)"
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] prettyarbitrary at Filthy filthy BBC Sherlock WIP
I just rediscovered this half-completed fic I've had lying around in my WIPs folder for...*checks datestamp* two years. It's a fairly polished 2000 words, but I never managed to complete everything I wanted to do with this story.

Originally for a prompt on the BBC Sherlock kink meme: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/18842.html?thread=112049050#t112049050

Warnings for omegaverse, glory holes, and everything you can figure goes along with that.

Nothing gets Sherlock’s blood up—among other parts of him—like a nice, intense, freshly solved case.

It’s the hunt that does it. That intoxicating savour of a competitive victory…and occasionally the thrill of a close escape from death. The knowledge that yet again, he’s taken on all comers, some of them armed, and come out on top, shown the world that not only is he the best at what he does, but no one is even capable of doing what he does.

He knows this to be objectively true, as even the alphas of his acq1uaintance can’t help but admire his skills. Or display their jealousy of them. Same thing, really.

Unfortunately, the more clearly his superiority is displayed during a case, the more urgent his desire to…physically demonstrate it afterwards.

Read more )
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] arbitrary_fic at BBC Sherlock fic: Cold
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: R
Tags & Warnings: dubious consent, supernatural elements, monster Sherlock
Notes: Prompt from dirtycorzaharkness: "john/sherlock cthulhu or ballroom dancing au."



John opens his eyes when he feels the bed dip. Sherlock swings one immaculately naked ivory leg over his hips and stretches out luxuriously atop him, a heavy, living weight of muscle and bone.

He is cold as winter marble.

John can’t move, except to reach up and wrap his arms around Sherlock’s frigid shoulders. The chill soaks into him till he’s wracked with shivers, but Sherlock’s eyes are so warm when they meet John’s with a teasing smile, and his lips are the perfect soft kiss of the first winter snowfall as they brush at John’s with gentle desire. Even though John knows what comes next, he can’t bear to turn that affection away. He’s wanted too badly for too long, aches too deeply, and Sherlock knows it.

They kiss langorously, mouths moulding and tasting, in just the way John never believed he could have. And when John’s lips part under Sherlock’s coaxing tongue, Sherlock’s breath pours into him, a gelid tendril creeping down into his lungs. John can feel it there, the frost piercing the blood-air barrier of his lungs to invade his bloodstream, feasting on his heat to multiply in his veins and spread through his body.

He wakes up alone, chest aching with the cold. Every night, it seeps a little deeper. John doesn’t know whether to love or dread sleep.
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: R
Tags & Warnings: dubious consent, supernatural elements, monster Sherlock
Notes: Prompt from dirtycorzaharkness: "john/sherlock cthulhu or ballroom dancing au."



John opens his eyes when he feels the bed dip. Sherlock swings one immaculately naked ivory leg over his hips and stretches out luxuriously atop him, a heavy, living weight of muscle and bone.

He is cold as winter marble.

John can’t move, except to reach up and wrap his arms around Sherlock’s frigid shoulders. The chill soaks into him till he’s wracked with shivers, but Sherlock’s eyes are so warm when they meet John’s with a teasing smile, and his lips are the perfect soft kiss of the first winter snowfall as they brush at John’s with gentle desire. Even though John knows what comes next, he can’t bear to turn that affection away. He’s wanted too badly for too long, aches too deeply, and Sherlock knows it.

They kiss langorously, mouths moulding and tasting, in just the way John never believed he could have. And when John’s lips part under Sherlock’s coaxing tongue, Sherlock’s breath pours into him, a gelid tendril creeping down into his lungs. John can feel it there, the frost piercing the blood-air barrier of his lungs to invade his bloodstream, feasting on his heat to multiply in his veins and spread through his body.

He wakes up alone, chest aching with the cold. Every night, it seeps a little deeper. John doesn’t know whether to love or dread sleep.
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, John Watson
Rating: PG-13
Tags & Warnings: Incest, dubious consent
Notes: Prompt from [livejournal.com profile] missilemuse:
Background- Mycroft/Sherlock in a serious 'Holmesian' relationship since their teens. S-J epic friendship. I want John's reaction to the revelation/accidental discovery. Exact reaction up to you (but not too accepting or too offhand.) I mean John may be awesome but he's human. I'm sure this has been done before (though I haven't seen). Sorry for the boring prompt, but I read 'PHYSICS OF PRESENT TENSE' coupla days back, and the fact that John was oblivious to the end has left an itch under my skin.
Okay, so I don’t do Holmescest, so I didn’t approach this from the shipping direction, but the idea of an ill-considered relationship and John finding out and reacting to it was interesting.




In hindsight, John thought he must’ve been picking up signals all along, because when he caught the shared glance and flicks of elegant fingers between the Holmes brothers, he just knew.

He didn’t bring it up then; frankly, he wouldn’t have known where to start. In fact, he never brought it up at all. Sherlock did, two weeks later, over breakfast.

“You disapprove,” he said around his toast. )
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I just rediscovered this half-completed fic I've had lying around in my WIPs folder for...*checks datestamp* two years.

Originally for a prompt on the BBC Sherlock kink meme: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/18842.html?thread=112049050#t112049050

Warnings for omegaverse, glory holes, and everything you can figure goes along with that.

Nothing gets Sherlock’s blood up—among other parts of him—like a nice, intense, freshly solved case.

It’s the hunt that does it. That intoxicating savour of a competitive victory…and occasionally the thrill of a close escape from death. The knowledge that yet again, he’s taken on all comers, some of them armed, and come out on top, shown the world that not only is he the best at what he does, but no one is even capable of doing what he does.

He knows this to be objectively true, as even the alphas of his acq1uaintance can’t help but admire his skills. Or display their jealousy of them. Same thing, really.

Unfortunately, the more clearly his superiority is displayed during a case, the more urgent his desire to…physically demonstrate it afterwards.

Read more )
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Rediscovering the pains of tiny fandoms. Oh, BBC Sherlock, how you have spoiled me.
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Remember that first paragraph or so of the next Odalisque chapter that I pulled apart and rewrote a couple of weeks back?

Here it is again:

"Or is it Watson-Moriarty, properly?”

John feels the smile twist on his face and lets it fall.  “Doctor Watson will do.”  So much for coincidence.

The threat clears his head, the way it always does.  His thoughts leap forward, quick and lucid. Fear’s still there on some level, but he lets the contempt push it out.  For having his time wasted, for yet another idiot lining up to get his head taken off.  “Whatever you’re after, you won’t find it here.”

---

And now, after redrafting this scene in Sherlock's POV, this is the first bit (still in sketch form, you can see I haven't finished incorporating all the threads of physical space/dialogue/headspace together yet):

Does he want me dead?  Is this his final move?  It can’t be.  There’s still something I’m supposed to do here, or something I'm supposed to trigger.  This isn’t climactic enough for Moriarty.  I interest him.  He’s played the game but this is only the beginning of the end.  That’s you, Watson, that’s what you’re meant to lead me to.

Sherlock watches the smile twist bitterly on Watson’s face as he understands the game is up.  “Doctor Watson will do.”

So many lies in this room.  Watson’s spine straightens.  Sherlock watches the timid little rabbit fall away, leaving a clear-eyed, grim-faced man standing across from him.  There’s still fear in his eyes, but it’s hardened, compacted down into a force Watson can use.  “Whatever you’re after, you won’t find it here.”

Maybe this fascinates me more than you guys, but it's just so interesting how switching the POV can reveal so much that was hidden and hide so much that was seen.
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Have finished the first scene of the next Odalisque chapter from Sherlock's POV, and as sloppy and 'just splat it down' as it is, when I hit the end of the scene, I thought, "Damn, I think this is supposed to be from his POV."

Which actually could solve a huge problem I thought we had.  If the last scene of the chapter is supposed to be from Sherlock's POV (and I have a suspicion that maybe it is, because when we first conceived of it, we were thinking of it from Sherlock's POV and maybe we should have admitted to ourselves that that meant something), then it'd be weird as hell if things just suddenly switched over to it.

But if an earlier scene starts from his POV, well.  Then suddenly we've got a rhythm going.

And then suddenly I may have a lot more ideas of what the second scene should be doing as well...
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You know, I keep writing these little ficlet things I don't finish, and then I sit on them because they're not finished, and that's just stupid. What else is the internet for?

Sometimes Sherlock steps back into the shadows and vanishes, and then John can feel him everywhere.

On those nights, he likes to go walking through the darkest parts of London. It’s not that Sherlock will keep him safe, necessarily. London is hard, and cruel, and has one hell of a sense of humour sometimes. And he knows, of course, that John is in it for the danger. So John can’t trust that London won’t cough up some skinhead gang member, or a mugger running hot on crack, or even something more dangerous--the kind of criminal that Sherlock and John walk wary around, the ones Sherlock will go to the wall to put away.

John’s not quite clear on the relationship between Sherlock and London. He’d say they’re one and the same...except that they’re not. Maybe Sherlock is too small to hold it all. Maybe he’s just one more path to tread through the ancient city.

Even so, when he walks through the alley ways and Underground stations and back rooms, the shadows flutter over him like long pale fingertips. The air with its myriad textures rolls and bumps and scrapes, enfolds and crushes. London wraps around him, cold and hot, soothing and smothering, alternately making love to him and forcing its way inside.
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Posted this in a comm I'm a member of, but I'll put it here too because it's interesting to me and I know smart people.

Somebody recently dropped a passing comment about their interest in the sentience of memes, and I thought about it a bit and then got super-curious about the theory behind it.

Unfortunately, attempting to Google for insight has mostly led to me heaps of joke websites that don't actually explain anything.

I can easily see a conception of memes as living...well, not organisms since they're not biological, but entities. Memes do spread a bit like a virus, and you could even argue that they evolve and seek to propagate by finding new hosts to infect (when you get an idea in your head, after all, don't you usually find yourself dying to expand upon and share it?).

I'm dying of curious about the sentience angle, though. How do you envision this? What's the reasoning? What are/would be the characteristics of a sentient meme? How would we be able to recognize if they are?
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A few people seemed interested, so I thought I would share the versions the first paragraph of this chapter has gone through today and give you a look at my revision process.

This is where it started in the draft:

John’s smile bleeds away, along with his last flicker of hope for a coincidence. He ought to know better by now. “Doctor Watson will do,” he replies, the words low and level as his gut starts its old peptic churn of dread. “What do you want?”

And then as I started putting Sherlock's POV together, I realized the pacing was off. )

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