Oh I don’t write erotica, well I do but I don’t publish it, and I definitely don’t write anyone I know in real life into my books. You do have a point though, maybe that’s why I’ve suddenly found Lachlan so fascinating, I can tell he has a story. As for the writing *snorts* Lachlan is more of a distraction than an inspiration there. Not that I can bring myself to mind…
From this post.
Hmm my first thought was what is the climate like. Hot deserts are warm in spring and getting increasingly hot heading towards summer; cold deserts are barely warm enough for a bit of moss and grass to grow. My second thought was the song Honest Questions popped into my head.
I will pour my water down
Upon a thirsty barren land
And streams will flow from the dust of
Your bruised and broken soul
Either way it’s about coming to life, or life managing to flourish in a hostile environment. Then as it’s quite a long title, it would be cool if there were layers to the meaning. So a story set in the desert, or with a character returning from the desert, and likening the events of the story to their experiences. Plus in the context of desert, spring has other connotations like an oasis – water for the desperate dehydrated man.
So with that background I’m sure there are several possibilities but my first thought is an anyelle with David Russell because I’ve only recently watched The Last Enemy. He was a Middle Eastern specialist and I headcanon he was military, probably special forces, before that. So a short oneshot, homecoming type deal, when he returns to Belle from a tour overseas.
Oh poor anon I’m sorry. You don’t have to feel silly. I should be the one feeling silly or at least a little embarrassed. I joined the fandom in May, but in the previous October for reasons best know to myself, I started writing a Once Upon a Time fanfic. I wrote about 12k actually of a season one rewrite.
You see when I can’t sleep at night, I tell myself stories. This particular story all hinged off Regina’s line at the end of the pilot – “A place where the only happy ending will be mine.” – as for some reason that kept playing back in my brain and raising the obvious question of “what if Regina did get her happy ending?” and basically then led to me asking the next question of “how would season one be different if Regina wanted to break her own curse?”
To cut a very long story short (seriously it would have been long, that 12k only covered up to Emma’s second day in Storybrooke). Regina and Rumple made a deal, which meant that Belle got given new cursed memories, like David did when he woke from the coma. Belle thought she’d just moved to town to open up the library, with no recollection of the previous twenty-eight years in the asylum. If Regina could have woken Belle from the curse completely then she would have, but it’s impossible so cursed!LibrarianBelle was the best option.
Anyway, none of this answers your question of who is John Mills? He’s Regina’s husband basically. An original character of my own creation, which is a very dangerous thing to do in fanfic. It’s quite rare that it actually works well and to be honest in this fandom, with the shipping wars the way that they are, it’s probably an even worse idea. However, I do have a certain fondness for that first fanfic idea. I plotted it all out in my head, going up until the end of 3A. So seeing as I was just messing around with random ficlets, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to amuse myself. I’m sorry I confused you.
@rowofstars thanks for the tag! Now the dilemma of “do I do this honestly or not?” because I’ve never deleted anything off my iPod and my collection stretches back about 15 years. Oh well there’s no point if I’m not honest. Urk, this could be embarrassing 🙂
Rules: You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your mp3 player, itunes, Spotify, etc. on shuffle, list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.
Wow, I’m actually really surprised by that. I know the whole point of shuffle is that it’s actually random and therefore not representative, but I have getting on for 14,000 songs, so getting duplicates of genres/artists is weird. Plus it’s missed huge swathes of my collection. Hmm interesting 🙂
Tagging: @worryinglyinnocent, @bookwormchocaholic, @little-inkstone and @woodelf68
Evan’s pajamas are all solid dark colors – with buttons! I swear I am going to buy him a t-shirt one day. Anyway, I think that there are a lot of sweet things that Evan does which would shock the town, they don’t seem to believe he’s capable of being nice. For example, if it’s going to be cold in the morning, he always remembers to put my shoes and coat by the radiator so they are toasty warm. Little gestures like that mean the world, they mean he cares.
That wasn’t what you asked though, you asked what he did that was really cute. To be honest I can’t think of anything like the example you gave. All that comes to mind are things which just show him to be a loving and caring man. For instance he still has all of Neal’s teddy bears from when he was little, and you know about how he cut his hair to make Henry feel better?
I suppose, the town would be shocked at how affectionate Evan is. He’s very much a cuddler, not that I mind, there’s nothing more comforting than being wrapped in his arms and snuggling against him.
Yeah I thought that might have been the case. Well, alright I hoped that was the case. There was always doubt in my mind, that maybe he just thought of me as a friend and that stopped me from saying anything. I didn’t want to ruin what we had by trying for more if he didn’t feel the same. So much for ‘doing the brave thing’ *sigh*
I don’t have very many friends and I didn’t want to lose him if I’d misread the situation, no matter how almost certain I was. After the night we spent together, I was going to say something but then I didn’t have to because he said it first. Nobody was paying any attention to us and then I caused a spectacle by kissing him, but I just couldn’t want a second longer. I was so happy and I wanted him to know I felt the same.
OOC: *happy dance* thank you so much for sending in an ask for this fic! 🙂
Either playing video games over the internet. Pick an MMO and run around a virtual world. Can chat in text within the game, or over a service like vent, or skype if there’s not many people. If we absolutely have to meet in person then the movies is a good choice.
I did enjoy the NaNo write-ins though. We met at the library and ran writing sprints and talked about our WIP’s. Can also do write-ins online though through a chat program or facebook. Of course, hanging around on tumblr is a thing too 🙂
Good with his hands? Why would you say that? *thinks about his deft movements as he bustled round his apartment* *thinks about how he used to play guitar, and the complicated patterns of the music* *blushes* Well I suppose it’s certainly possible but I hardly know him.
Besides it wasn’t his hands that made me look at him differently, and realize how attractive he is, it was his eyes. There’s more to him than first appearances suggest. I hope we get a chance to talk, I would like to get to know him better. Perhaps if we are on better terms, I won’t feel quite so murderous the next time Lachlan makes a racket. I might even be able to get him to stop.
Thank you! 🙂
1) What’s your personal favorite thing you wrote this year?
You’ve picked the tough questions heh. ‘Favorite’ is such an indefinable concept. I like things for different reasons, so choosing between them is hard. Fall All Over Again was my first Lacey fic and I found that I really enjoyed writing her. The Beauty and the Tragedy I wrote in a day and I feel it came out really well. I actually feel proud of it, which doesn’t happen often.
I have a real soft spot for both In Your Arms and Between Two Fires. I did a lot of worldbuilding for both of them and they feel very real to me. Then there’s Painting Layers of Love, which is something of a labor of love. I suppose ultimately, if I had to pick just one … gah this is so hard. Oh man I don’t know, I think I might have to go with Between Two Fires. It has so much potential for expansion and I just love so many aspects of it.
5) Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?
Another hard one because I don’t want to seem ungrateful. I’m always thrilled if anyone reads my fics. That being said it’s not actually the fics that are the lowest on the stats page, that I wish were more successful. Basically, I have two reasons for why I wish fics were more successful. 1) I worked really hard on it. 2) I want to write more in the same verse because I loved it, but I feel like it would probably be a waste of time.
Anyway, before season six aired, I wrote an ‘alternate season six’ which is it’s own verse now – The War Within. On the stats page if I rank by hits it’s second, if I rank by kudos it’s 7th. Oddly a oneshot I posted this Tuesday (so 2 days ago) has more kudos, I’m still scratching my head over how that happened. I mean The War Within verse is over 100k, so I’m guessing it’s too long, or maybe because it was an ensemble piece and not just Rumbelle it doesn’t have an audience. I don’t know.
Then there’s what I would like to write more of, which funnily enough links back to the first question of ‘favorite’ quite neatly 🙂 Between Two Fires and In Your Arms, I loved both of those so much. I guess I always hope that my love for a project will somehow come through with my words, and then readers will like it as well, but I guess what I like a lot and what readers like a lot, are two different things. It’s interesting how that happens.
Right, I have to choose. Well In Your Arms has done better than Between Two Fires, so I’m going to have to go with that again – Between Two Fires.
Yay I love this meme 🙂 Although, I do tend to post what I have so there’s not usually much in my WIP folder, always a problem, but it seems you are in luck!
From upcoming WIP – Nightwalkers
Neal sat back and scowled. Emma raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him and he tried to scowl harder, but his lips twitched, and he smiled without his consent. He wanted to
be grumpy, he felt out of sorts, but it was impossible to maintain a bad mood around Emma. The problem of his father weighed heavily on him. Neal knew that it was only because of him, that there was an absolute belief in his father’s innocence and he resented it.
He didn’t believe for one second that his father was guilty of murder. However, it was
just yet another example of how his father didn’t think about how his actions could affect others. A private high stakes poker game, fell into the grey area of the gambling law, and Neal bet that was why his father attended. Neal knew more than anyone else, how much his father loved ‘grey areas’ and his loopholes. It drove him mad.