but in some ways they remain the same

Sep. 18th, 2017 04:56 pm
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September 7, 2017:

"You're such a violent person," Thomas said, sounding mock chastising. "First the tree, then the walnut, now the shoe. I'd hate to live with you, shank. Wake up in the morning to a broom handle in the back for some reason."

Hild and Thomas needle each other and chat.

[ HERE | complete | PG ]
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"The Game (of Thrones) Is Afoot!"

Sep. 19th, 2017 09:28 am
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"The Game (of Thrones) Is Afoot!" by Jessie Blackwood
PAIRING: Mycroft/Lestrade
FANDOM: Sherlock
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: WiP
SUMMARY: Gregory Lestrade is a secret cosplayer and Mycroft is intrigued.

Has just been added to Sherlock Holmes Slash and is listed on the new stories page and the other pairings page.

Crossposted to Chance's Archive, Chance's Archive on Tumblr and Chance's Archive blog.

Darrow Mini-Con 2017

Sep. 18th, 2017 02:19 pm
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With fliers and posters and cheaply made local access advertisements on late night TV cropping up only in the weeks before the ONE DAY ONLY Pop Culture Extravaganza it was surprising just how many people lined up for tickets that Monday morning. Darrow's Convention Center had been rented out in its entirety, with the expansive main room serving as the convention floor, while other, smaller rooms were reserved for odd guest panels and signings.

Most of the guests would've been unrecognizable to anyone not from Darrow. There were the writers of Space Hospital, and a few of the lesser known guest stars. Also on the roster, were the artists and creators of an incomprehensible comic book series in its fifth reboot, about a vigilante ferret with dark pasts and daddy issues, teamed up with a mute, Icelandic princess from the future, fighting the demon hordes of some 5th dimension, galactic Hell. There was a panel on writing the Darrowian Experience, whatever the hell that meant, and a slightly offensive panel about the pros and cons of the Outsider Perspective on Media Today.

On the main floor, there were booths and tables set up, some with handmade wares and amateur artist prints, mostly of unusual and strange characters from equally strange comics and television shows. There were SQUID!! hats and posters, sets of The Graveyard Shift figurines (the variant set with a mint Vincent Blaylock going for $500). There was Space Hospital memorabilia, and Super Power Guy, and just a few recognizable characters scattered in with the knock-off superheroes that seemed just a little too close to their "outside world" counterparts. There were booths dedicated entirely to Tiffany Charlotte and Todd Chad, which all seemed to have the longest lines, selling t-shirts and pillows and posters and records, and even plushies from the short-lived Saturday morning cartoon, Tiffany!

And there were costumes. Professional cosplayers and kids trying out their Halloween costumes early, and people just trying something new. Some were familiar, others weren't, but all of them were at least fun to look at.

Darrow's Pop Culture Extravaganza! ran well into the evening, vendors putting out 50 cent comic boxes as they got ready to close down their booths for good. Tired kids carrying bundles of goodies in their arms, followed by harried parents, shuffled their way out the door. Hardcore comic fans met and exchanged numbers in the lobby, some of them planning to meet up at the local bars later that night.

For just a few more hours, wearing the faces and clothes of their favorite characters, they could all pretend that they wouldn't have to go back to their real lives in the morning.


[[Impromptu Pop Culture Convention at Darrow's Convention Center! Tag in, tag around, no limits!]]

Hi there!

Sep. 18th, 2017 07:50 am
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Name: [personal profile] scarlettina
Age: 55 (Good G-d, how did that happen?)
Location: Seattle, WA

Describe yourself in five sentences or less: I’m a New York transplant living in Seattle with two cats and way too many books. I am creative and opinionated and still express myself like a native New Yorker, which makes some Seattleites uncomfortable despite my best efforts. I am a theater geek, a movie buff, a lover of tabletop and board games, a reader, a writer and a jeweler.

Top 5 fandoms: I’m a second-wave slash writer (second-wave as in: the first wave was in the early 1970s, the second in the mid-’80s to early ’90’s; everyone else came after) who hasn’t written fanfic in a while, but when I was doing that it was Star Trek, Starsky & Hutch and, more recently, Doctor Who (see my fanfic journal at [personal profile] scarlett_key). I have loved watching and discussing Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The X-Files, Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones, so many more. How do you pick just five?

I mostly post about: My personal life, which also tends to be sprinkled with bits about politics, the science fiction community, movies, theater, books, travel, cats, my family, writing and observations about life in general.

I rarely post about: sports, math, the giant hornbeam tree in front of my condo, jackalopes, and my collection of porcelain hands (yes, really).

My three last posts were about: I occasionally do the Friday Five so this morning’s post was answering last week’s questions, two particularly striking dreams, and discovering the pile of get-well cards I received when I was in the hospital last year.

How often do you post? I currently post about once a week, though I’m aiming for better.

How about commenting? I try to comment on at least half to two-thirds of the posts that I read.

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Sep. 18th, 2017 08:07 am
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Sept 2017:

Even though Gannicus said they were likely to have been fighting dogs, the red beast was a gentle thing, sweet, friendly. He gravitated against Agron's side, and Agron would not wish to be parted from him even if he thought he could be.

Agron is surprised by (and in turn surprises Steve with) a new doggo.

[ HERE | ongoing | surprise pups? ]
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Bull stared at the pile of familiar gear. He'd been walking through the park and he'd almost missed it. He was taking the familiarity of his surroundings for granted, not paying attention to familiar sights and sounds the way he normally might. He could have walked right by it - or was there something about this place that would have made him notice it, no matter what?

He moved closer, looking around like he expected someone to appear and explain - a messenger, an assassin, a ghost. Something from his past that might come to bite him. But nothing came, and he was standing in front of things he hadn't seen in over a year.

A year, he realized. He had been in Darrow for over a year now, and somehow that time had passed with relative ease. He had been thinking a lot about Thedas recently, about everything life behind, about the decades of his life piling up. And here was a reminder of all of it: his gear, some of which he'd had since Seheron, since his first assignment in the Ben-Hassrath. He already knew what was in the trunk, knew his writing desk would be tucked away into it with unfinished letters, knew the small odds and ends he kept with him, but still. He had to see.

With a grunt he eased down on one knee so he could open the trunk, revealing armor and weapons he hadn't touched in too long. He stood up again and hefted up the maul that had been leaning against the side of the trunk - a weapon made to fit someone his size. His good eye gleamed dangerously, and it took everything in him not to give it a practice swing.

"I don't know if this is a great day or a bad omen," he said out loud.

[Find the Iron Bull in the park - he's just received his gear from home and he's probably having some flashbacks, so try not to surprise the giant Qunari holding a maul. Great time to meet him!]
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"Crap."

It had been two hours. Geralt could have infinite patience if he wanted to, mostly because he'd been forced to learn infinite patience, under Vesemir's tutelage. But it had been two hours of making what seemed to be constant, nonsensical loops, since Geralt had run into the creature.

There was some kind of illusion going on, but the details of it, Geralt didn't know.

He'd caught it eating out of a dumpster, by complete chance. It hadn't been a contract he was hired for, and he hadn't been intent on hunting it down. He'd just smelled it -- by that complete chance -- and gone after it, mostly out of curiosity to learn more. There were a lot of things in Darrow that he wanted to, knew he had to, learn more about. For his own safety, more than anything else.

It wasn't a pleasant-looking or pleasant-smelling creature. It reminded him, almost, of a fiend or chort, but it wasn't either of those, and it was at once smaller, less threatening, and more uncomfortable to look at.

It was gangly, boney, unlike hefty fiends. The legs reminded Geralt of a deer, ending in cloven hooves, and unnaturally long, as were the arms. The torso was largely humanoid, but the head -- it was human, but only in a vague, stomach-turning way. It looked more like the face of a horse, long, with eyes far apart on the sides of the head. It had long, scraggly, thin hair growing like a mane, and at the end of the long snout, large, flat yellow teeth which were too big for the mouth, and hung out past the lips even when the mouth was closed.

An ugly son of a bitch.

When it noticed Geralt approaching in a sneak, close to the wall, it had let out an unpleasant, frightened howl, and taken off into the darkness. Geralt had set off in quick pursuit, but quickly found himself lost. The smell of the thing seemed to be coming from every direction at once, and no matter which direction Geralt turned or how many turns he took, he seemed to always end up back at the original dumpster.

"Hate illusions."


[ get stuck in the tikbalang's loop with geralt. in witcher fashion, the tikbalang is a lot like its folkloric counterpart, except with some differences. in this case, it'll only let you out of the loop if it feels you're vulnerable and no threat. which means geralt and your pup will have to get completely naked. yes. don't tag this is you're not prepared for your pup to get completely naked.]

it's got me reeling, i need a clue

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:26 pm
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God, it had been shit couple of weeks.

With back to class, all of his summer interns had gone. He might claim not to be a fan of the internship program Panoptes ran, but that would be untrue. Tony only pretended not to appreciate having all the kids around, the chance to mentor college engineering students. The truth was, very apparently, that they were filling in for something his life was sorely missing.

He tried not to put thought into that. He hated examining himself.

Henry Cheng had gone, too. Hopefully back to where he belonged, and his goons, and his Robo-Bee, and his mother. And that was fucking great for Henry Cheng, Tony was glad, woo-hoo, but also Henry had been providing Tony that something that was sorely missing as well.

And Tony felt even sorer for it.

The company needed restructured, and that was fine, the lawyers could handle that. They were professionals. But Tony's life had started to fall into disarray also. His office was an incomprehensible mess to anyone but himself, dishes had piled up in his sink at home. It was all unusual. There were ways in which Tony met the archetype of the rarefied genius, caught in his own head -- but he usually kept immaculate surroundings.

It was depression. It was obviously depression, even if his therapist hadn't straight-out told him so and started suggesting treatments.

But at least Hallowe'en was coming. That might be nice. He'd always loved it, exceedingly more than holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. It was a holiday for drinking and partying and eating too many Tootsie Rolls and dressing up and pretending to be something you weren't which, Jesus, Tony was good at.

He stood outside the pop-up seasonal costume store, thinking about going in just to look around, because that was actually fun, when he spotted it.

The plastic mask, the familiar colors, grinning up at him.

He grimaced.

"Red And Gold Metal Armor Man?"
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Sep. 17th, 2017 04:51 pm
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SWG September 2017 Challenge Ancestors

As we celebrate the 40th anniversary of the publication of The Silmarillion and in honor of Grandparents' Day, this month's theme is Ancestors. For this month's challenge, create a fanwork in which a character's resemblance or connection to an ancestor plays a central role. This challenge is completely open, without prompts, although feel free to use the comments to ask for or suggest more specific prompt ideas if you want.

Since I held off on announcing the new challenge because of Silmarillion40, then the deadline will be extended this month. If you want your fanwork to receive a creator stamp, it will need to be posted to the archive (or our DW or LJ for formats other than writing and podfic) no later than October 12. As with the Song of Exile, if you are writing for Silmarillion40 and wish to use the Ancestors challenge in your Silmarillion40 entry, please just let me know when you send in your Silmarillion40 piece, and I will award you your stamp.

I also never posted a links list for last month's challenge, Song of Exile. (We'll blame Silmarillion40 again for that too. ;) Click below the cut for list of last month's challenge entries and please consider leaving a comment if you enjoy an author's work! Remember that stamps for review challenges never expire, so you can keep adding to your stamp collection by showing love to our challenge creators if you want. However, if you need a reviewer stamp for May's Hero's Journey Matryoshka challenge or earlier, please let me know in a comment or an email to moderator@silmarillionwritersguild.org.

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Some final housekeeping ... I have not begun stamps yet for the Song of Exile challenge. Let's blame Silmarillion40 again for that, shall we? As I settle into the daily routine of the collection (and as the school year settles into a routine too), I will begin working on this. I appreciate everyone's patience these last few chaotic months!

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Sep. 17th, 2017 02:03 pm
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Dated September 9, 2017:

Edith can't quite place what it is, but the way he stares, it isn't difficult to tell that something's wrong. She draws in a breath for it, quick and sharp, her mouth curving into a frown. It would be easy to keep walking, look elsewhere, write all of this off as some strange encounter and probably never think on it again. She can't quite bring herself to, though — manners, maybe, too deeply instilled in her from an upbringing in another time, or concern, or curiosity, or some combination of the three.

Edith meets Harley, to whose sister she bears an uncomfortable resemblance.

[ HERE | ongoing | pg ]


Dated September 10, 2017:

She's distracted enough in her browsing that she almost doesn't notice someone else nearby, not until she hears his own name. She looks up, then, the glasses she seldom wears perched on the bridge of her nose, and smiles at the sight of a familiar face. Everything about that night — the party with the masks, the evening she and Merry first kissed — seems permanently etched in her memory now, and she can't say she minds.

Edith and Magnus talk about books and the past.

[ HERE | ongoing | pg ]


Dated September 12, 2017:

Better than one of the two of them tackling it alone, still so hopelessly out of their own times. There's an easy kinship to be found in that, something that she's noticed has been a foundation of a good number of her friendships here.

Edith accompanies Serena (and George) on a trip to Törgt to look for furniture for Serena's house. It is, needless to say, a strange experience.

[ HERE | ongoing | pg ]


Dated September 14, 2017:

This time, she's in the laundry room — alone, because of course she is — when she sees him, standing in a shadowy corner, watching her with dark, intent eyes. The sight of him out of the corner of her eye causes her to gasp, but Edith exhales, relieved, when she turns and sees a familiar if somewhat translucent face. "It's you," she says, and chances a step closer, her laundry forgotten. He doesn't quite nod, but his gaze, such as it is, stays fixed on her, as if attempting to communicate with his eyes what he can't with words. She nearly smiles, trying to seem reassuring. "I haven't forgotten you," she promises. "I want to help you, if you'll let me."

In the laundry room of the Bramford, Edith encounters a ghost she's seen before, and shares a little about it with both Lyall and Ed, respectively.

[ i, ii | ongoing | pg ]
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I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know what I'm doing in Darrow, of course, but more specifically I don't know what I'm doing in one of its cafés waiting for potential interviewees for a project I'm maybe stupidly determined to work on.

I'd decided a while ago that I wanted to write about Darrow's origins and mysteries but more than anything, I now want to write about its people. The ones that have come from elsewhere, the ones that have been forced from their homes and their families and their entire worlds with no choice but to embrace this one. I want to know about their befores, their nows and whether they have hope that they'll ever get out of here. If they want to.

I want to know everything about them because I don't want to think about me. Not right now.

After all that time on the Avalon with Hawkeye, I've been forced to confront my own reality in a new light. For some reason or another, I've been brought to Darrow twice. I don't know whether it means something or it's supposed to mean something, but I want it to. I have to have a purpose. I can't live without one. I don't think anyone can.

So I've put out ads online and a few flyers around the area with my contact information and a vague call for Darrow's non-locals. I know it's a controversial subject for the actual locals and the last thing I want to do is offend anyone, but that seems to be the nature of journalism – or at least it always has been for me. I still intend to be as soft as possible and not take advantage of the situation and the information that's offered to me, but this is a story I need to tell. The one of our journey – together.

After all, I'd been writing about a different journey not all that long ago. The one of Jim and mine. Maybe one day I'll write about us again, maybe that will be the final chapter if I ever manage to finish this project I've barely even started, but I'm not ready. I don't want to dwell on him. I'd realized that when I was back on the Avalon and when I was with Hawkeye. My life is not Jim. It never was, even when it felt like it. Even when he made me feel like it.

I'll think about him because God knows I can't help it, but I'm saving my words for whoever turns up today. If anyone turns up today.

And if they don't, well, I have coffee.

[Find Aurora at a café of your choice in Darrow. She's put out a call online and also a few flyers for anyone interested in a writing project about Darrow's arrivals from elsewhere. Your pup can have responded to one of those or just find her with her laptop and caffeine by chance. Closed unless we've spoken, thanks.]
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Sep. 16th, 2017 11:13 pm
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Dated April 1, 2017:

With their hands entwined, Han leads her up the boarding ramp, gesturing grandly as they enter into the main corridor, and there's not much to see yet but he's still proud of his ship all the same. "Here we are," he says, jabbing a thumb to the right and nodding for her to follow, even as he's already gently tugging on her hand. "This way to the cockpit, that's going to be the first stop on our little tour. It's my favorite place on the ship."

After the Founder's Day party, Han takes Molly back to the Millennium Falcon.

[ HERE | ftb | pg-13 ]


Dated September 12, 2017:

She's turned it over and over in her head, and comes to the same conclusion every time: it's kind of perfect. Jessica will have a child here. She'll be able to see Abigail grow up and know that she'll be happy and healthy without having to be a parent — just a friend of the woman who's about to become her mother, a known entity in some regard but not a caregiver. And with as long as she's spent thinking about it, she knows she won't regret it.

Molly and Jessica finalize Jessica's adoption of Abigail.

[ HERE | ongoing | pg, mentions of unwanted parenthood and postpartum depression ]


Finally alone, Molly considers going to a bar, but then pulls out her phone instead, firing off a quick text to Clarke. She may as well have a little company. It's less depressing than drinking alone. Everything's finally settled. :) Wanna come celebrate with me?

With everything settled, Molly and Clarke go out for drinks.

[ HERE | ongoing | pg, same warnings as above ]


Dated September 15, 2017:

It's only a coincidence that she's near her lawyer's office when she decides to stop for lunch and a coffee, already in the area and remembering the café that Rebecca had showed her. With that being the case, though, it isn't much of a surprise to see Rebecca herself inside, and Molly smiles as she walks towards her.

Molly and Rebecca run into each other and catch up.

[ HERE | ongoing | pg, same warnings as above ]

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