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Thanks!

my old VM fanfic Blonde and Blue has been getting a lot of attention the last few days. I can’t see anywhere obvious that it’s being promoted. So to whoever recommended it, thanks! It is much appreciated when old fics get new love.

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Writer ask game: 💜 💬 👀

From the Writer Ask Game post:

💜- top 3 favorite lines 

1. From my XF story “Importuning Life for Life” (a post-ep fic for Elegy, smack in the middle of the Cancer Arc) :

“I know I’m dying, Mulder. If you think I haven’t come to terms with that, then you’ve forgotten who I am. What I haven’t come to terms with is where this will leave you when I’m gone, and everything I won’t be able to do or be for you.”

2. From my VM story “Stay Outta Riverdale” (whose title always makes me giggle…anyway, V has just revealed she believes Logan is being physically abused):

If this was the other shoe he was waiting for, it turned out to be a boot. But what he didn’t expect from a revelation like this was that she’d just let it fall and let it stay there. No, if anything, he was expecting her to pick it up, dust it off, admire it, pull it on and gleefully kick his ass with it. He would have done it to her without hesitation.

3. From my VM-Sherlock Crossover “Damsel in Distrust”…I was ridiculously really pleased with myself over the description of Jake Kane’s London offices:

Kane Software’s London location was located in the upper floors of a trendy glass office tower. These newer buildings provided a tremendous view of the city. But despite making these buildings geometrical wonders, they were impersonal and faceless on the inside. Trading glass for concrete just let the people inside know what they were missing.

Even so, this high up, how could they even tell what they were missing? Viewing London from above didn’t tell you anything about London other than what it looked like from outside. No, if you wanted to know London, really know it, you needed to be in London, on the ground, where pomp, pretension, and economy lived in the same street; where you were confronted with history and modernity, with a constant griminess, and a press of humanity all at once. Down there, that’s where the real London happened. Up here was for people who wanted to have the luxury of saying they were here but not have to deal with the real messiness of being in the city. See but not touch or hear or smell.

Jake Kane’s office was shinier, but just as impersonal as the rest of this floor, with a sterile white and grey colour scheme. Glass and metal everywhere. If you tried to look too deeply at anything in the room, you were met with a reflection of yourself. It was all designed to unnerve.

💬- describe one of your completed works in three words

For “Slap a Goatee on Me and Call Me Evil”: doppelgangers do it

👀- favorite response to one of your works

Any comments that tell me they can actually hear the character saying the lines. I did my job then. Lately comments being left on some of my old VM stories are telling me that my fic is helping them get over Season 4. So that’s pretty flattering.

Thanks for asking!

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Last Line Meme

I was tagged by @thatgirlnevershutsup to share the last lines I’ve written of a WIP. Here are the last lines I wrote for my Veronica Mars WIP, Damn, Damn the Circumstance (which I based off a prompt that @thatgirlnevershutsup gave me...I swear I’m working on it...or at least thinking about it...):

"Who the hell thought this was a good idea?"

"This is what you get when you let someone who's reading list is comprised of tabloids organize a school event."

And here are the last lines I wrote for my Veronica Mars/Sherlock crossover WIP, Damsel in Distrust (it’s a Skype conversation between Veronica and Keith):

"Something Sherlock said. The best way to hide something is to have it out in the open."

"So now you're quoting this guy?"

"Logan, Dad. I'm here for Logan."

"And again, if you want me to feel better, you should probably stop saying that."

"Oh, look at that. Gotta go. Mrs. Hudson is calling me for tea and biscuits. Love you! Send me that list. Scratch Backup for me."

I will tag @doctorhelena​, @lucyemers​, @kmd0107​, @lilydalexf​, @lynnsaundersfanfic​, @bowiecadmium​, @illusianation​

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Trope meme! Logan and Veronica, 22, 31, 74 and 91

My response to @rozf who replied to this post. Sorry it took so long!

Read it below or on AO3 or go old-school and read it on LJ!

Get Your Kicks by Invida

Summary: Undercover road trip! An AU if Veronica hadn’t run away to Stanford.(takes place during the summer after The Bitch is Back)

Notes: the tropes that had to be included were tourists, exes, undercover, and on a road trip.

“Remind me why I’m doing this?” Logan asked, following Veronica around the gift shop as she picked up items and gave them a once-over.

“You wanted to get back in my good graces. This is your start. Besides, haven’t you always wanted to experience the open road? I mean, how many times have you seen Easy Rider now? And we’re at the Route 66 Museum!”

“Yeah, those were motorcycles. Not in whatever that thing is,” he said, waving his hand in a flourish in the vague direction of the parking lot where their current transportation was parked. “And definitely not with Adele and Early in tow.”

“They’re thieves, not serial killers. Yes, I got the reference. You made me watch that movie, too. Think my dad will like this?” She held up a snow globe containing a Route 66 sign with glitter fluttering around it. The words “I Got My Kicks” decorated the base.

Logan shrugged. “Depends. How mad will he be when he finds out about your latest scheme?”

Veronica sighed and placed the trinket back on the shelf. “What can he say to me? I turn 20 in two and a half months. I had nothing to do all summer thanks to my internship being canned. Thanks for nothing, FBI!” She turned eastward and shook her fist at the sky.

She turned back and continued, “So what if I took a job that takes me out of town? It means I’ve got something to do and I get paid at the end of it. Win-win.” She winked at him and saluted him with finger guns.

“Yeah, I actually meant when and how you told him.”

Veronica gave an assessing nod. “Right. So you’re saying I should be looking at the $20 and up shelves.”

“Aaaand you told him I was going with you?”

“Okay, the $50 sweatshirts it is.” She walked over to the racks of garish clothing.

He leaned against a shelf watching her as she rifled through the shirts. “When I said ‘remind me’, I should’ve been more specific. Tell me how this road trip, where we stop every 20 minutes for a pee and-or a coffee break at every tourist trap on our way to Buttfuck Nowhere with those geniuses currently making out in the photo booth, is going to help you catch them stealing stuff?”

“They’ve already stolen the something and my client – his ex – wants it back. And it’s pronounced Bloomfield, Nebraska, by the way,” she said matter-of-factly.

“And how long’s this gonna take? We’re in Barstow, Veronica. It should’ve taken us two hours to get here. It took us five.”

“You got something you gotta get back to?”

“What if I do?”

She rolled her eyes. “What, like your rate-my-butt website? Like Mac couldn’t take care of that in her sleep. I told you this could take a while. We have to gain their trust, Logan. And that means we gotta stick to our story – we wanna go home for the summer and to save money, we agreed to a ride share. They’re going to Bloomfield and they’re gonna drop us off in Denver on their way. We split the costs till then. When they’re comfortable with us, I will go through their stuff when they aren’t looking and get what we need. Then we’re done.”

“And you needed me specifically, because?”

“I couldn’t bring my dog?”

“Nice. You wanna try again before I hitch a ride back to Neptune?”

She let out a frustrated groan. “Ugh. You really want me to say it?”

He clasped his hands together in a mock pleading gesture. “Yes, please!”

“Because I need back-up. And not my dog. It’s two of them and one of me. And I know how you’d be and how my dad would be if you both knew I tried to do this on my own. Happy?”

“Ecstatic. Just answer me one more question. Why couldn’t Piz go with you?”

“You know why,” she muttered, returning her attention to the clothing rack. She flipped through the shirts, sliding the hangers on the rod violently, making a loud clacking sound.

He reached out and put his hand over hers, stopping her. “Maybe I wanna hear that, too,” he said.

She jerked her hand away. “Number 1, he has an internship and can’t take the time off. Number 2, we are technically on a break.” She turned to stalk away.

When Logan caught up, he asked, “Break or break up?”

They were in the snack aisle now. She began passing seemingly random bags of food and candy to him. “The former,” she said.

“And how long before it’s the latter when he finds out I’m here with you?”

“You’re assuming he doesn’t already know.”

“I know he doesn’t know because like I said, once he does, it will be the latter.”

She held up a finger to emphasize her point. “Yes, but only if he finds out.”

Logan shook his head. “You’re unbelievable, Veronica. Tell me why I’m really here.”

“I just did. You want me to repeat myself? Why don’t you tell me what you actually want to hear?”

“I want you to be honest. I want you to admit that you want it to be the latter with Piz and this’ll make it sure it is.”

Veronica’s eyes widened at his sudden candour. She swallowed, then asked, “You want a soda? I want a soda.” She walked away again.

He knew he wasn’t going to get much else out of her, so he made his way to the cashier. He was placing their assortment on the counter when Veronica appeared beside him with two bottles. She remembered his favourite, he noted. Once she put the bottles down, she turned on her heel and went out the door, leaving him to pay. He really should’ve known better than to spring all this on her right away.

He found her outside at a picnic table, fiddling with her phone. He sat down across from her, placing their purchases between them on the table. He pulled out the bag of Twizzlers, ripped it open, and peeled off two from the stack. He wordlessly held one out to Veronica. A peace offering.

She took it, gracing him with a small grin before chomping off an end. They sat for a moment chewing before Veronica said, “I’ve been here before, you know. Just down there at the Sagebrush Cantina.” She pointed with what remained of the candy rope. “That’s where I found my mother.”

Well, shit. He got up and came around the other side of the table to sit next to her. He peeled off another Twizzler and handed it to her.  

She nudged him with her shoulder and then held up the Twizzler. “That’s why. That’s why I asked you.”

“'Cause I’d buy you candy?” he asked her with a laugh.

“Because when I said that, about my mother, you got it. You were right, you know, when I came to tell you I was done with you. You and me, we live by the same rules. No one else really gets it. And I guess I miss that. Why did you agree to come?”

“You know why.”

“Yeah.”

He held his hand out to her. “So, we’re gonna do this?” He didn’t say what he meant.

Her only reply was to take his hand.

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Fanfic asks: 5, 33, 45

Answering @doctorhelena‘s asks for this post:

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

For XF, it would have to be No Earthly Means. I mean, we didn’t have chapters back then. We had to send it out in parts to Ephemeral and I didn’t even really have clear breaks for the parts. This was a Scullyfic Improv piece where people on the list sent you prompts that had to be included in the story. Anyway, it was the longest XF fic I’d ever written and it was fun to fit in the prompts I was given.

For Veronica Mars, I only have two multi-chaptered fics and their both my favourites for different reasons:

Damn, Damn the Circumstance came about with a What If premise of Logan not leaving Shelly Pomroy’s party and finding Veronica in the room with Beaver. and within 2 weeks I’d written 4 chapters. It was so fun to explore an AU but still bring in canon as much as possible. I slowed down a lot after chapter 10 and now it’s been sitting there waiting for chapter 18 for 4.5 years now. The problem is, I outlined up to a point and then I had no idea how I was going to end it. Still don’t.

A Damsel in Distrust was born out of a challenge. A guy I worked with found out I was a big tv nerd and floated the idea of a Sherlock/Veronica Mars crossover.  I was telling another friend about the idea and she pooh-poohed it, saying it couldn’t be done. That got my nose out of joint and I was all, Oh yeah. Watch me.  It had a lot of steam at first but then I let the plot get away from me and it’s all tangled up in my head and more complicated than I’d hoped. I can’t figure out what direction I want it to go so it’s sat for 3.5 years now waiting for chapter 7.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Funny how I don’t remember specific compliments, but, boy, do I remember the negative feedback I’ve received. The best compliments are the ones where people tell me that my dialogue is spot on, that they could totally hear the characters saying what I have them saying. My stories are dialogue heavy so it’s really important to me that I capture the voices.

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

Lately, asking for and filling prompt requests have helped.  Usually though, it’s thinking up some great lines of dialogue and then making them fit into whatever story/chapter I’m writing.

Thanks for asking!

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For that meme: DDtC!

Thanks! @rozf is answering this post.

DDtC is my epic unfinished WIP, better known as Damn, Damn the Circumstance. It’s a Veronica Mars, pre-series AU (what if Logan didn’t leave Shelly’s party with the easy freshman). @rozf was instrumental in it getting this far. I will get back to it, my friend. I won’t go so far as to say that I have some ideas for the next part, but I’ve definitely been thinking about it.