phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
This is what happens when I watch an SVU marathon with Changeling goggles on.

The insanity begins... )

More to come as we think of it.
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
Or, How Janetha Rescued Her True Love from the Witch-Queen of the Centaur )

So, I've missed my goal of one post a week, but I figured I'd get the first half up while it's only a day late. I keep underestimating how long it'll take me to write things.
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
...about a month and a half late. I think I've forgotten half of what happened. Oh well.

Her doctor was worried because they didn’t know anything about Rita’s history, so Meg and Birdy made some stuff up. )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
Dear Rozer and Jeremy and Verity and Deadeye and Mimi,

We found the BEST PLACE EVER!!! )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
Dear Rozer and Jeremy and Verity and Deadeye and Mimi,
We found the BEST PLACE EVER!!!  )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
Rita and Gliss and Birdy and I all went as princesses )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)


[ This letter comes after a sudden silence of a week and a half.]
And I don't think Birdy has minions either. Except maybe her cult. )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, as part of my effort to trick myself into practicing writing, I'll be chronicling our Changeling LARP in character, in the form of letters (or more likely emails, but it's essentially the same thing.)


Also I made friends with the zamboni! )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, I've been toying with the idea for a while of an alien race naming its ships with verb phrases instead of nouns. (And there could be a plot thread where over-poetic translators render them as nouns anyway, so Our Heroes don't realize at first that The Samaritan is the same ship as To Help A Stranger In Need.  But I digress...) I figured I'd list them here so they get on paper pixels.  Some are sillier than others:
  • To Be Distracted By A Shiny Thing (probably an asteroid prospector; the equivalent of The Magpie)
  • To Appear To Fly Via Stage Magic
  • To Eat Dessert Slowly
  • To Build Bridges (either a diplomatic vessel or the Corps of Engineers)
  • To Temper a Sword
  • To Invent Steam Power (this one might be too human-specific)
  • To Help A Stranger In Need (like I mentioned above)
  • To Breathe Underwater
  • To Tend One's Garden/To Tend Someone Else's Garden (probably two entirely separate concepts)
  • To Defend An Unpopular Opinion
  • To Entertain Children
  • To Dig In Places One Shouldn't (a science/exploration vessel)
  • To Take Up Improvised Weapons
  • To Build Houses Out Of Impractical Materials
  • To Clean The Bones Of Carrion
  • To Juggle Unwieldy Objects
  • To Begin An Important Project (the closest I could get to Enterprise that wasn't just "to do something")
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
My first attempt at writing a journal for Iris fizzled and died after a paragraph and a half- this one turned into a ficlet about her hermit period.  I guess that's progress?

(Some background in case you're interested, [livejournal.com profile] bibliothekara :  This is my character from Vampire:  the Masquerade, the painter from 1912, a few months after breaking up with her girlfriend.  She's since moved to a tiny island in Canada to paint and be a hermit.)

Title:  Lines
Rating: G
Word Count: 450
Warnings:  Gratuitous cuteness, repressed angst.  (Although it's really well-repressed...)



February 1970 )


In random other news, I had a dream about Firefly set in the Star Trek mirror universe.  (There was a different theme song, although I'm not sure if it was a mirror episode like Star Trek's been having or an entire spinoff series.  Regardless, I was aware it was TV.)  Simon was the main character, Inara was a rebel spy, Wash was somehow indentured to the ship and Book was in charge of all the ship's gambling (oh, ha ha, subconscious :/ ).
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (Default)
So, in the past week, I became the proud owner of a sewing machine, went to the Cape (I agree with [livejournal.com profile] bibliothekara , Tiniest Cousin is amazingly cute), finished up my volunteer job at the preschool (all the students of which give Tiniest Cousin stiff competition), and invited some of the other volunteers over to swim (which went pretty well, although there wasn't much swimming).  

I also finally wrote out the fic that's been bouncing around my brain for a month.  I think my Muse is just messing with me at this point.  Here follows an Invisible Cities/S. J. Tucker crossover fanfiction.  I have no idea how to do a disclaimer for a fic without characters, so, um:  This writing style is not mine, it belongs to Italo Calvino.  The idea came from the song We Are Shangri-La by S. J. Tucker. I have not read Palimpsest (yet) so any similarities to that are coincidence.

Title:  Shangri-La
Rating:  G
Word Count:  481

Throughout all the civilized lands, tales are told of Linnea.  )
phantomcranefly: The Tenth Doctor, with text:  "Why, oh why do I never learn to ascertain my time-space location on arrival?" (To Say Nothing of the Dog)
I don't know her name- she hasn't spoken to me yet.  I'm even just guessing that she's female based on tradition.  But I am certain of one thing:  she is insane.  

I was thinking a few weeks ago about "characters I'd like to see more fic about."  These happened to be Lucy Saxon and Suzie Costello.  This then morphed into Lucy Saxon/Suzie Costello.  And then I started, without consciously intending to, imagining various situations in which that might actually work.  And then the idea wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote one of them.  So, here is the least crazy of the bunch, the "roommates in college" version.  Enjoy.  (And if you meet my Muse anywhere, ask her what she was thinking.)

Title:  St Andrews
Characters:  Lucy Cole/Suzie Costello
Rating:  PG (I think- not used to rating things, so let me know if you disagree)
Word Count:  530

Lucy Cole knows all about appearances. )
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