they did not rocket away, they rose slowly

I haven't done Yuletide or posted to Dreamwidth since like 2012 and I don't remember how anything works. All of this was already in my actual signup, but I'm chucking it into a letter so it's generally visible.

Christine (1983) - Arnie Cunningham, Dennis Guilder, Leigh Cabot

Hey. Hey so. I have felt strongly for years that there is a Stephen King story that could have been solved with group sex and it is NOT the one where he, you know, actually did that. I'm not actually asking for explicit fic, I'm good either way! But I think there's some really juicy ot3 potential in Dennis and Leigh falling in love over how much they both love Arnie, and I'd love to see somebody wring a somewhat happier ending out of that dynamic.

Something I've loved generally about recent horror fandoms like The Terror and IT is the way people can write fix-it fic that gets their ships a happy/hopeful ending while still leaning into the horrors. As someone who has a solid horror tolerance but can't cope with sad endings to romance arcs, I'm the exact target audience for that kind of thing and I think that style of fix-it fic would go great for Christine. Love doesn't necessarily conquer all but maybe it could pull Arnie back from the brink, you know?


Hilary Tamar mysteries - Julia Larwood, Selena Jardine

I love everyone in this bar but I love Julia the most. I support her in all her life choices, no matter how bad they are. I love that she's so dedicated to accidentally getting mistaken for a lesbian that she probably actually slept with another woman that one time. So you'll be just shocked to hear that I'm requesting Julia/Selena fic! Explicit or not, plotty or not, full of legalese or not, however you like.

Here's my one quibble: I love these books to death but the uber-dry humor and overall arch, detached tone don't always lend themselves to capital-F Feelings (except for The Sibyl In Her Grave, which kind of sneaks its way around to being a real gut punch). So if there's anything specific I'm looking for in this fandom, it's fic that can lean into people having Big Feelings while still keeping the books' general tone and sense of humor.

Agent Pendergast series - William Smithback, Margo Green, Nora Kelly

I would welcome fic about any or all of these three, shippy or platonic, casefic or not.

I love how when these books are firing on all cylinders they just chuck, like, every subgenre of sensation fiction ever into a blender and produce pure chaos. I love how grimly, violently FUNNY they can be. I love Margo, Nora and Bill in any and all combinations. He stans both of them so hard and just wants them both to think he's cool! I love that Bill brings out the worst in Nora but, like, in a good way, where Bill is a messy piece of shit who loves drama and Nora is a very serious hardworking person who secretly also loves drama, and they cheerfully talk shit about their coworkers every night over dinner. I love how Margo and Nora hated each other for exactly four days after they met and then instantly flipped to being best friends--it's a shame we don't get to see more in canon about what they're like as coworkers! And I love Margo and Bill's friendship generally, it's a delight, but I particularly love the scene where she's on the way to the hospital and he sits with her and washes her hands and face to make her feel better oh my God that was so hot.

I don't want to address Bill's canon death, please; you can fix it or set the story before it or just pretend it never happened, whatever you want. I especially hardline do not want to hear about whatever is currently going on with Nora's love life in canon right now, because I'm so mad about it that I quit reading canon entirely.

VERY OPTIONAL CROSSOVER THOUGHT: I think Margo Green and Ellie Sattler would be great friends, so if you're into Jurassic Park and feel like playing with that, please do!

(To be clear, I love all my prompts equally and would be thrilled to get any of them! This one is just longer because it's one I write so I've thought about it more.)

General likes: temporary character death, hurt/comfort, happy/hopeful romantic endings, mutual protectiveness, most flavors of horror, people who are bad at talking about feelings but manage to struggle through in a way that makes sense to them
General DNWs: permanent character death, sexual violence, animal harm/death, omegaverse

internet please help me i can’t stop

in fact at this point i feel obligated to write more installments, just bc i have written 5500 words of “pirate au” with v little actual pirateing and i’m ashamed

calm seas and sail so expeditious: part the third

hilary/st. george, pg-13, etc. etc.

He looked very much the duke’s son rather than the sailor, and Hilary felt a stab of misgiving—what real place could a duke’s son find in a life such as hers?—-but just as quickly rejected it. She had successfully avoided useless thoughts like that thus far, and saw no reason to begin indulging them now.

for merlin's sake how long has this been going on--chapter 18/20

Hilary Thorpe/Viscount St. George, PG this chapter and explicit overall


"What you will face today is a test of character--and that, of course, is what makes a great wizard, more than whatever number of hexes and tricks you may know.”

A Jolly Kind of Detective Game
St. George/Hilary Thorpe
explicit
139,000 words

In which Miss Hilary Thorpe and Gerald, Viscount St. George, freshly released from Oxford upon an unsuspecting Britain, try to do one of Hilary's friends a simple favour with disastrous consequences; Lady Winifred Wimsey tries her hand at detective work; and Charles Peter Parker, aged five-and-a-quarter, single-handedly repels the German invasion.

I am alive! And I've posted another Hilary/Jerry fic over on LJ.

What's up with you folks?

Still alive, still writing for some reason, and have posted a Hilary St. George story over at Livejournal!

of punctured damn-the-things, PG, 1700 words. Set in May 1944.

Jerry tried to move, found it unexpectedly difficult, and coughed once or twice on the vague principle that someone ought to be told he still existed.

Last night I got out of class "early" at 9PM. I was cranky, because it was literally about seven degrees Fahrenheit out and I needed to go to the school library and then walk half a mile down to the 24-hr grocery store for milk and hummus. (I am a baby who frequently will only get her vegetables if it's by eating carrot sticks + hummus on the side of all her meals.)

Anyway, I went up to the school library in search of Cartooning: Philosophy and Practice, which I should really just buy already because it's like six bucks used and I'm taking Ivan's class in the fall anyway, and I had never been up in that corner of the library before. And you guys, they have an aisle and a half of comic books. In my school library. You'd think after three years of art school I would have known or guessed this sooner.

Basically the way this turned out was that I wandered around going 8D for fifteen minutes, panicked, grabbed volumes 1-5 of B.P.R.D. for some unknown reason, walked down to the grocery store still going 8D, bought milk and hummus and a ton of pork chops (I have never eaten pork chops you guys what do I do with these) still going 8D even as my fingers were falling off from the cold.

8D

Also, when I went to Jimmy John's yesterday, they told me about their punch card (buy ten sandwiches get one free, the usual thing) and, because I'm in there so much, gave me a card with nine holes already in it. CUSTOMER LOYALTY PAYS OFF, FOR THE RECORD.

things that i would weep with joy to read on the slim chance they ever exist:

the AU version of The Young Lord Peter Consults Sherlock Holmes with Guy Ritchie's Holmes instead of Doyle's, in which Holmes is of course utterly delighted to help find a missing kitten, but is also high the entire time and accidentally involves ickle Peter in a very dangerous and complicated international conspiracy in the process.

To be fair, that last bit could be Peter's karma at work as much as Holmes's.

I was on a train from 8AM Jan 1-noon Jan 2, so I did nothing for the holiday :( Not that I ever do, but hey.

1. Yuletide reveal: I only wrote one fic this year, and had a lot of fun with it, but sadly it wasn't too far outside my usual product.

I think, if I were king of Greece
1443 words, PG.
Gherkins had gotten hold of her fountain pen, and was doodling scratchily all over one end of her blotter. “Aunt Mary,” he said thoughtfully, “when you were Winnie’s age, could you climb trees?”

I have a NYR in mind, but it would be in art form and y'all know how I get about drawing things where people might see them, so God knows.

2. People have so much to say about how 2011 went for them. I feel kind of shitty thinking about it, because I really don't feel like I made much of a net gain. I got marginally better at drawing, I guess. I got worse at exercising regularly. I actually talk to people IRL, though I have no faith that any of them gives a damn about me. I went on two dates, both of which were failures except as character-building exercises, but I had never been on any before so I guess that's progress. I joined group therapy and quit again. I started a webcomic, failed, deleted the website. I bought roller-skating lessons and failed out. There is a pattern here.

I have a lot of specific goals for next year involving exercise and health and art et cetera, but my real resolution as always is to really feel that I have progressed and changed in some noticeable way. Just once. That would be nice.

how you doin'