1: What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?
Oh man...oh gosh...do you know how long ago that was? lol Um...I guess the first “fandom I ever wrote for was the Black Stallion series by Walter Farley because I was a horse kid. An actual pairing... maybe Delenn/John and Susan/Marcus from Babylon 5 or Han/Leia and Wedge/various for Star Wars.
23: If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?
I can approach this two ways I suppose. One being I love the universe I created for The Best Name verse but I am really really not a Phlint shipper anymore (sorry for those who followed me for that!) so I would say altering the pairing to probably Winterhawk would be the remix - so like some things would change drastically if Clint never had a crush or maybe not much would change for what has been posted but Clint and Phil would not have ended up together at the end of Shots and Clint would’ve ended up somehow with Bucky over the course of furthering the series. And I guess scratch that because I don’t know if I would remix anything else. lol Well - it really isn’t a remix but Clint’s POV during Indelible would be fun to do.
29: Send me a word. If it’s in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic.(helpless)
So...this definitely showed up in one WIP and helplessly showed up in another.
From Torchsong:
Time felt like it was slowed down and the room felt like it was packed with cotton – or maybe that was just his head and Clint felt helpless, like a marionette with cut strings but somehow he managed a nod. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes,” he said more loudly though Steve likely heard him the first time.
For those unfamiliar the summary for Torchsong is as follows:
Clint is sent back in time, via an alien device, to 1938. While he tries to figure out how to get back home, he takes up singing and entertaining to make ends meet and does his best to not disrupt the timeline.Then he meets a 21 year old Bucky Barnes.
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A torch song is a sentimental love song, typically one in which the singer laments an unrequited or lost love, either where one party is oblivious to the existence of the other, where one party has moved on, or where a romantic affair has affected the relationship.
And then the helplessly sentence from my Stand Fusion:
“Well uh, that's the thing,” Bucky interrupted, shrugging helplessly. “I don't really know what happened.”
In the Stand Fusion a weaponized flu virus kills off 99.9% of the worlds population over the course of a few weeks. In the aftermath of that people begin to dream of two figureheads calling them towards two different cities and either a path of good or evil.
Behind the scenes of fic writing??
Derek flicks through the pictures on his phone. He doesn’teven remember taking half of them – latte art is cool, but only in the moment;does he need to immortalize every single time a barista decorates his drink?Although that robot is cool…and the sleeping cat…and the pair of dice. He sighsand makes a Latte Art album and moves them all into it – he’ll sort them outlater.
That leaves… a lot of pictures. The ones with his family areeasy – he sets the photo of his parents squishing him and his sister in a gianthug as his lock screen, deletes the blurry closeups his five-year-old cousintook during his last visit, and moves everything else into his Family album.
The rest are all Samwell-related. The campus, his friendsfrom the Poetry Club, that really cool painting hanging in Annie’s. The Haus.The team.
A lot of the team.
That’s why his phone’s memory fills up so fast. He couldsave everything automatically to his iCloud storage, but that seems risky.
Especially since most of the “team” photos are of Dex.Hackers don’t need to know he’s got a picture of every type of frown thatcrosses Dex’s face. His ‘I’m concentrating’ frown. His ‘What the fuck is thiscode doing now?’ frown. His ‘Saychill one more time, Nurse’ frown. He’s got several of that one.
It’s not all frowny-faces, though. Dex smiles, on occasion,and Derek has managed to get photographic evidence of those occasions. Dexblushes too, so easily, in varying shades of pink, and Derek loves it. Forchirping purposes, if anyone asks.
He goes to the next picture, and there it is. One of hisfavorite moments, captured forever. Bitty had taken the picture – it was him,Chowder, and Dex, sitting on the porch steps. Derek and Chowder were next toeach other, laughing, and Dex was one step up, mostly behind Derek. He wasleaning forward, his arm draped over Nursey’s shoulder, and he was smiling.Derek’s arm was propped on Dex’s knee and his head was against Dex’s shoulder. Hecan still feel Dex’s skin against his.
Before he can think better of it, he sets it as hisbackground. It’s harmless enough, just three friends hanging out. No one wouldassume anything by looking at it.
“That’s a good look for you,” Dex says in his ear and Derekstartles and fumbles with his phone. It lands in his lap.
“What?” he squeaks. Breathe,he reminds himself. And then... How longhas Poindexter been standing there? He takes a deep breath. It doesn’t matter. Be cool. He looks up at Dex. “What’s a good look?”
Dex turns an alarming shade of red, but his eyes aredetermined as he holds Derek’s gaze. “Me,” he says.
It’s the last thing Derek ever expected to come out of Dex’smouth and his brain goes offline. Dex is still red, but he’s smiling.
Derek smiles too. “Guess I’d better keep you close then.”
nurseydex #1? (I tried to pick something else, I REALLY did. But no.)
So you sent this prompt in a while ago, and I don’t know if you remember it now, but I finally wrote something for this. (#1 was soulmates) It even has a podfic to go with it :D
nefersitra replied to your photo “tienriu: I… I have no words. @levynite, @copperbadge I was kind of...”
I would have said "Philistines. Philistines do wine shots" but I've just learnt that Philistine is comes from the same root word as Palestinian and so that's not cool to associate a lack of culture and refinement with an ethnic grouping. Also, the Philistines might actually be the Sea Peoples and/or the Hyksos who caused so many problems for the Ancient Egyptians.
Yeah, most words for someone we consider classless come from “that foreigner” in the end -- I was going to suggest the Greek barbaroi, which is where we get “barbarian” from and which generally is considered to be a catch-all for “anyone who doesn’t act like the Greeks”, but I double-checked and sure enough the Greeks took it from the way they thought Anatolians sounded when they talked (”Bar bar bar”).
ameliahcrowley replied to your photo “tienriu: I… I have no words. @levynite, @copperbadge I was kind of...”
Also, how are you meant to eat them? Do you bit into them, letting the wine spill everywhere? Or do you drink the wine, then eat the misshapen, oily, and now *wet* and mildly tannic cheese? Is the cheese just there for presentation and tainting your otherwise reasonable, moderately-priced wine?
All exceptional questions for which I have no answers. Some cheeses are enhanced by soaking in wine during their aging phase, but I don’t think anything can save pre-melted cheese.
nefersitra replied to your photo “Free GIGANTIC pumpkins to good home. (This is the infamous Free Stuff...”
Sam, I am curious - are they actual vegetable/fruit pumpkins or fake ones? A friend's granddad grows giant produce for competitions and he says the ones bred for size tend to have the taste bred out.
Yep, they are realio trulio plants. My building has a wide economic range of residents and especially on the upper floors there are people who are just...the kind of people who can drop a lot of money on a giant pumpkin as a decoration and then discard it when the season is over.
The Free Stuff Table doubles as the “this won’t fit in the dumpster” table, literally -- if you ask the building maintenance guys what to do with something that won’t fit, they say “put it on the free stuff table, I’ll deal with it on trash day”.
onlysilentawe replied to your photo “Free GIGANTIC pumpkins to good home. (This is the infamous Free Stuff...”
I will send you a roll of tape if you will promise to tape down the edges of those signs. Just knowing they exist like that, no matter how far away they are, is driving me bananas.
If it’s any comfort, they get replaced every few months, and those are probably due to be replaced soon. It just happens -- the wall isn’t a good surface for taping on and the room isn’t insulated (plus the big cargo doors are often open) so the paper curls no matter what we do.
seniorvpofscrewit replied to your post “Wait, are you a guy? Sorry for the awkward question, but I kind of...”
I always assumed you were a guy, but at the same time I kind of think of copperbadge as a genderless internet phantom sharing some knowledge haha
I am honored to be considered a genderless phantom librarian!
pantone2955c replied to your post “Wait, are you a guy? Sorry for the awkward question, but I kind of...”
I... never realized that I headcanoned you as a woman. My bad.
I’m not bothered! It happens all the time and it’s a rational assumption to make given how heavily fandom skews female.
strixus replied to your post “Wait, are you a guy? Sorry for the awkward question, but I kind of...”
I now really want the cross over fic of Bucky somehow ending up at the Weasley's during Yule.
“I don’t know who brought him, Mum, maybe he’s one of Charlie’s weird coworkers. You’ve never minded when Harry visited for the holidays!”
“Harry's a friend! I had to knit a sweater overnight just to make sure the poor thing had a present and he hasn’t taken it off since. I don’t mind feeding him and he’s been a lamb, but I’d like a little warning, Bill!”
“Well, don’t look at me. He looks like an Auror type, maybe he’s one of Ron’s friends.”
“Oh Merlin, there goes your father.”
“Dad, no, don’t ask him about the arm, that’s rude!”
onlysilentawe replied to your post “Hoping to get some feedback.. So I’ve been working on a fusion between...”
I also love in media res/flashback, so that is my vote! Also, I am one of those people who would be.. not as entertained by the virus stuff as I might have once been. I think the flashback is a perfect alternative
That’s totally valid. I mean I guess some people are all about reading stuff that involves quarantine and plagues right now but if we give it more time that’s going to lead to some burnout and I really don’t want to upset potential readers (tho there are people who have also said not to worry about what they want and write what I want, which I get but don’t always fully believe. You should have at least some notion of what the people you write for want - at least if you’re writing to publish it in some fashion - imo anyway).
Plus, I gotta be honest, as much as I like the plague part and I like world building, it’s been the most draggy for me to work on and I find myself shifting to writing stuff in part two a lot more than part one.
onlysilentawe replied to your post “Tagged by @kangofu-cb The Rules: Post the names of all the files in...”
What is little pink houses?
Little Pink Houses is also known as Retired Assassins Small Town AU.
Bucky wants to get out of the business so he fakes his death and ends up driving until he ends up in a small town in northern WI where he decides to settle for a little while. He meets Clint another recent addition to the town and sparks fly. Here is a super rough snippet:
Clint insisted that they cross the river to sit in the grandstand for the water ski show and Bucky humored him, following along docilely as Clint lead the way, chattering a mile a minute as he walked. It was endearing. Damn near everything about Clint was endearing to him and he sighed because he probably should have been fighting against this more than he was. It was one thing to find him attractive, but another to like him as much as Bucky did.
“If you're ready, I'm willing and able,” Clint sang along.
“Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands me,”
“Don't you know I only aim to please.”
The low simmer of attraction bloomed and it was all Bucky could do to tear his eyes away from Clint. Turn his attention to his beer and try not to take him up on the offer he was inadvertently making via Bon Jovi lyrics.
“I know what you can do,” Chowder yelled as he burst into Dexand Nursey’s room.
“About what?” Dex asked absently, not bothering to look up fromhis textbook.
“About your kissing thing, Dex.”
Dexfroze. There was no way Nursey, who was sitting on his bed right there,would have missed that. The chirps would never end. Dex would be eighty yearsold and he’d randomly run into Nursey at a senior center or something and thatwould be the first thing out of Nursey’s mouth. How’s your kissing thing,Poindexter?
“I don’t have a kissing thing,” he insisted. Maybe he couldsalvage this. Nursey was looking at him, a smirk on his gorgeous face. He couldadmit Nursey was gorgeous, it was just objective fact. Gorgeous andrelentless. “I know how to kiss. I’ve kissed plenty of people. Zerocomplaints.”
“But I thought...,” Chowder looked puzzled. “We were justtalking about it earlier today. You were worried about kissing guys.”
Nurseyperked up at that. Dex ignored him. Don’t blush, idiot, hetold himself.
“Anyway,” Chowder went on, “you just need someone topractice with. A kissing buddy.”
Dex stared at him. “What?”
“It was Farmer’s idea. She said you don’t feel so much pressureto be good at it with a kissing buddy. And then you gain confidence and thatmakes you good at it. Win-win.”
“Sounds like Farmer’s had some personal experience along thoselines,” Nursey said. He was looking down at his notebook, doodling something.
“She has,” Chowder said enthusiastically. “She said itreally helped her out. She’s a great kisser.”
“We know,” Dex groaned. Hedidn’t need to hear - again - how good Farmer was at kissing. Apparently Chowder’sbraces were not remotely an issue for her.
“So?” Chowder was looking athim expectantly.
“What?” Dex said. “I said Iknow Farmer’s-“
“Kissing buddy, Poindexter,”Nursey said. “Are you going to ask someone to be your kissing buddy?”
“I’m not bad at kissing.” Heturned a page, but he wasn’t really taking in anything he was reading.
“Of course not,” Chower saidearnestly. “But this would help you get over being nervous. About kissing aguy, I mean.”
Dex scrubbed a hand over hisface. “Fine. I’ll think about finding a kissing buddy. Satisfied?”
Chowder beamed and Dex had tosmile, too. Dex never used to have friends who genuinely cared about him andwanted him to succeed, much less ones who tried to help him like this.
“So who’s it gonna be?”Nursey asked him. He was still doodling in his notebook.
“I don’t know,” Dex muttered.“I literally just started thinking about it.” He looked at Chowder.
“Oh, um… I would, Dex, but Idon’t think I’d feel right. Farmer, you know.” Chowder looked at Nursey, hiseyes wide.
“What? No, I wasn’t-“
“Chill, C, he just wantssuggestions.” Nursey flipped his notebook closed and sat up. “You want names,Dex? I got names. I know at least three guys who’d kiss you today, no stringsattached.”
“Thanks, Nurse, but I don’tthink that will help.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just… I guess thethought of kissing a total stranger, even just to practice, makes me just asnervous as the thought of kissing someone I’m interested in. So what would bethe point?”
“So it should be someone youknow!” Chowder sat next to Nursey on his bed. “You know I would totally be yourkissing buddy if I wasn’t dating Farmer, right?”
“I know.” Dex closed his bookand tossed it aside; he wasn’t going to get any reading done until he hadchosen someone to kiss, apparently.
“We’ll start with the team,obviously. Oh! Too bad Shitty isn’t around anymore. I bet he’d be your kissingbuddy in a heartbeat.”
Dex and Nursey laughed.
“So would Ransom. Or Holster.Or both!” Chowder went on.
“Okay, how about actualcandidates?”
“Bitty?” Chowder askedtentatively.
Dex started shaking his headimmediately. “I think Bitty would have a well-bred Southern meltdown at theidea.”
“Yeah, casual’s not histhing, even if Jack wasn’t in the picture.” Nursey leaned back on his elbows. “Whoelse you got, Chow?”
“Ollie or Wicky?” Chowderdidn’t look too sure, but then nobody was really sure what was going on withthose two. They had a serious Ransom&Holster vibe going on, just quieterand with more speculation from everyone on the team.
Nursey sighed. “I’ll do it,”he said.
“Excuse me?” Dex blurted. Notthat he didn’t want to kiss Nursey – he kinda really did, actually – but healso DID. NOT. WANT. TO. KISS. NURSEY. Because then Dex would have to stoplying to himself about how he felt and Nursey would figure out how he felt and akissing buddy was supposed to be practice, not the real thing.
“That’s perfect,” Chowdercried. “Because you already know him and he’sa great kisser.”
“Unless I make you nervous,Poindexter,” Nursey said quietly.
Dex forced his thoughts awayfrom exactly how Chowder knew that Nursey was a great kisser. “Of course not,”he said automatically. There was no way in hell he would admit that he was. “Fine,you can be my kissing buddy.”
“You asking me or telling me?”
“You just said-“ Dexspluttered.
“Just messing with you,”Nursey said with a broad grin.
“This is great!” Chowderbounced a little on the bed and looked between the two of them expectantly.
“We’re not going to start rightnow, Chowder.” Dex picked up his bookand found the chapter he was supposed to be reading.
“Shouldn’t you audition himor something?”
“You just talked me intothis; you even said he was a great kisser.”
“We should see if we’re kisscompatible, Dex,” Nursey said.
“Ugh, all right.” He tossedhis book aside again and stood up. “Okay, let’s do this. On your feet, Nurse,it’s time for your audition kiss.”
Chowder hopped up and Nurseyrolled off the bed, smoothly for once, and sauntered over to stand in front ofhim. Dex’s heart was pounding.
“Ready?” he said.
Dex nodded, then said, “Wait!What do I do with my hands?”
“Chill, Dex.” Nursey put hishands on Dex’s shoulders. “We’ll figure that out during actual practice.” Thenhe leaned forward and kissed him, soft and lingering. After a moment, Dexkissed him back.
“Okay?” Nursey asked when hefinally pulled away.
Dex nodded. He didn’t try tosay anything; he didn’t think his mouth could make words yet.
“This is ‘swawesome!” Chowdercrowed.
Dex jerked his head around. “Youcan go now, Chow. Your work here is done.” His voice was a little huskier thanusual, but hopefully neither of them would notice.
“Sure,” Chowder said happily,heading for the door. “Have fun practicing, you two.”
“We will,” Nursey said with asmile.
“Can I get back to studyingnow? Is that a thing that can happen, please?” Dex grumbled. His stomach feltlike he was on a roller coaster.
“No one’s stopping you,”Nursey said and went back to his bed. He flipped open his notebook and startedwriting.
“Bye,” Chowder called as heleft.
Dex settled down with hisbook again, hoping it would help calm him down. This was going to be the bestand worst thing that ever happened to him, he just knew it.
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“And that’s how I got them tokiss. Pay up, Cait.” Chris held out his hand and Cait slapped a rumpled dollarbill into his palm.
“What if kissing practicedoesn’t work?” she asked him. She sat down in his lap and put her arm aroundhis shoulders. He gave her a quick kiss.
“Then I’ll suggest datingpractice,” he said with a shrug. “It shouldn’t be too long before they finallyadmit they actually like each other.”
“I hope you’re right.” Cait shifteduntil she was facing him a little more.
“Me too. Their UST is killingme.” He put a hand on her waist. “Hey, Caitlin?”
“Yes, Christopher?” Sheleaned into him, an expectant smile on her face.
