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Dare You Not to Fall For Bucky Barnes

chapter 4

from the beginning

[the-nerdy-stjarna]

Fic sneak peek. 

I participated in the Fandom Loves Puerto Rico Event, and @salviag bid on one of my offerings (a 3-7k AoS fic) and donated a generous amount to ConPRMetidos. They asked for a Quakerider fic and have been very patient with me. To show them that I’ve actually been working on the fic ;) and to give myself some incentive to finish it sooner rather than later, I thought I’d post a banner and a little sneak peek.

[Fits the AOS Advent prompt “warmth”]

So, here we go, read the first part of Eyes with a fire, unquenched by peace below the cut. [Title from “Monster” by Mumford & Sons]

Daisy didn’t care what happened to her. She worked towards her goal to get to the Watchdogs, take their weapons, take down their funding, cut off their escape routes, make them pay, and if she died in the process, so be it. She wanted to be punished. She deserved it. Lincoln had died for her. It had been her fault. She should have been stronger. She should have defied Hive. His powers. Instead she’d succumbed and made it all worse and Lincoln had paid the price. Well, now, they would pay. They would pay for supplying the bomb. They would pay for wanting to eradicate Inhumans only to help the worst of them all. They would pay no matter her cost. Broken bones. Bruises. Bullet holes. It didn’t matter. The pain only made her fight harder.

She didn’t care what happened to her. And when that flaming skull showed up, hunting down the same people she was after, she didn’t care what happened to him either. He would either become an ally or he’d be in her way. If he knew what was good for him, he’d choose not to be the latter.

“They say when the Rider burns you, he burns your soul,” that sorry excuse for a human being had told her. Well, she had a fire of her own, and she’d lost her soul in an explosion in space, scattering Lincoln’s dust across the universe, mixed with her tears, mixed with her pain, mixed with her guilt.

She had nothing more to lose, didn’t allow herself to have more to lose.

It was either win or die trying. And she was fine either way. Let it be over one way or another.

Some might call it reckless, suicidal.

But who gives a fuck about what some say?

[salviag]

Dare You Not to Fall for Bucky Barnes, chapter 5

from the beginning

[salviag]

Word Count

2/9/18, approx 200 words (yes I’m rounding up & yes I know just how pathetic that is)

BUT.  I figured out a lot this past week about how to make the fandom loves puerto rico fic I’m writing for @debwalsh work, so there’s a sliver of good news.

[the-nerdy-stjarna]

Eyes with a fire, unquenched by peace

A Quakerider fic in progress for @salviag.

[Title from “Monster” by Mumford & Sons]

I participated in the Fandom Loves Puerto Rico Event, and @salviag bid on one of my offerings (a 3-7k AoS fic) and donated a generous amount to ConPRMetidos. They asked for a Quakerider fic and have been very patient with me.

I’ve decided to start posting while the work is still in progress to give me additional motivation to finish it. The fic will be canon-compliant for S4, but will not follow canon in S5 (but instead work with a different theory that floated around before S5 started)

Chapters 1 + 2 are now up.

Sneak Peek:

Daisy didn’t care what happened to her. She worked towards her goal to get to the Watchdogs, take their weapons, take down their funding, cut off their escape routes, make them pay, and if she died in the process, so be it. She wanted to be punished. She deserved it. Lincoln had died for her. It had been her fault. She should have been stronger. She should have defied Hive. His powers. Instead she’d succumbed and made it all worse and Lincoln had paid the price. Well, now, they would pay. They would pay for supplying the bomb. They would pay for wanting to eradicate Inhumans only to help the worst of them all. They would pay no matter her cost. Broken bones. Bruises. Bullet holes. It didn’t matter. The pain only made her fight harder.

[Continue reading on AO3]

[salviag]

word count

approx. 350 words on my fandom loves puerto rico fic for @debwalsh, working title:  steve rogers is the worst fake boyfriend ever! 

[salviag]

I’m really embarrassed & sorry I haven’t been around & it’s been so long so lots has happened in RL.

I am aware that most of you are concerned & am letting you know I’m alive.  I will try to get back to folks who have messaged me or commented, but that may take a while, so I’m posting this first.

Some small portion of folks seem not to care about anything except whether and when I’ll finish a particular fic.  To those readers:  I am so glad you like the story I’m writing! I am in the weeds & have no idea when I’ll post again, but I refuse to say never.

I will probably ease back in with some little stuff. Please don’t complain about it, lest my muse run off to make sweet, sweet fic with your notp.

[salviag]

Every question you’ve been getting is about lacmw and as much as I want to give you a refreshing ask, I still want to ask you about lacmw (and I’m so sorry). I want to know, when you do get back onto lacmw, what do you plan on doing with it? Are you going to jump straight into it from where you left off, go back and rewrite chapters, a total overhaul, etc? I’m curious because of how the story left off and the comment you were left with at the end.

Thanks for asking!  I’m happy to explain–as best I can, anyway…

If it weren’t such a massive undertaking with so much published already, I think I would go back & do a ruthless purge/overhaul–at least, as ruthless as I could manage.  And either a TON would have to be cut–like, 50K words cut–or it needs to end after ch. 45 & ch. 46 would begin a 2nd book.

If I go back to read some part to refresh my memory, sometimes it just makes me cringe.  I want to pull it & start all over & do a much better job editing.

BUT.  It’s out there now, so I’m not doing that.  It just seems so unkind to readers who have invested so much in it & waited so long, and who knows how long it would take me to get it the way I want it?  When Marvel has a Black Widow movie, probably.

So I’m picking up where I left off–but that’s going to be with Steve in Minneapolis, and Thor back in London.  There’re some things Steve needs to deal with before he sees Thor again.

I was shocked at how strong the negative reaction to various events/characters in lacmw (thor in particular) was.  I’m still a little raw about some of the comments that were made. I would like to develop a thicker skin so I can blow that kind of thing off, but wanting to do it & being able to do it?  That’s still a work in progress.

Actually, I think there was some valid criticism in there!  But it was hard for me to hear it fairly after it started to seem like some readers were using the comments as a space to vent to each other about the things they didn’t like in the story rather than direct those comments to me.  And since they were responding to each other, I think the tone got to be more brutal than would have been the case if they were addressing me.  At least, I like to think so.  I guess it doesn’t matter what the intention was.  It hurt enough that I dreaded working on lacmw–because while most people were really great & supportive, I couldn’t ignore those few voices that weren’t.

One final bit of whining:  I had (have) a plan!  Like anybody, I make mistakes.  I can get off track, and lacmw is the longest thing I’ve ever written, so if I’m going to get off track, it makes sense that it would happen with it.

But Thor’s interest in Steve is not a semi-gratuitous porn insert!

It serves a purpose in the plot.  I could have explained it, but that would reveal a fairly largish spoiler, & I didn’t want to!  I like to surprise y’all!  And I felt like:  if you’ve stuck with me this far, could you please trust me to get us past this thing you don’t exactly like?  So I was annoyed.

Well…

not just a gratuitous porn insert, anyway.  If it were just for porn, I would have gone with the two of them Turkish wrestling (yes, that was something I thought about.  I think the appeal of Thor & Steve, stripped down to long shorts & grappling with each other while covered in olive oil, speaks for itself.  But did I go there?  No I did not.)