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The mother was apparently poisoned, the son seems to have killed himself playing Russian roulette. It's a murder and a suicide. Or is it a suicide and a murder?  At least the case is distracting John from the fact that sex with Sherlock was probably a mistake right from the start. John will learn to cope, one way or another.

 

This week Chapter 8…in which Sherlock solves the case, and things get very bad, very fast.
 

Sherlock's head was surprisingly hot in his palm.  Sherlock was wearing that cologne that smelled to John vaguely like green tea, odd but very pleasant.  Sherlock's shirt was blue so dark it was nearly black and so smooth it looked like the fabric might have been shaved from some solid block instead of woven.  The base of his throat was pale and heaving with breath.  His face was amazing.  He seemed beautiful and alien, eyes nearly silver, and the complex curls around his head seemed outlined in light. 

 


The hardest part of posting this on a weekly schedule has been  waiting all these weeks to post this chapter.

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The mother was apparently poisoned, the son seems to have killed himself playing Russian roulette. It's a murder and a suicide. Or is it a suicide and a murder?  At least the case is distracting John from the fact that sex with Sherlock was probably a mistake right from the start. John will learn to cope, one way or another.
 
This week Chapter 7
John stood there very straight, very still, looking kindly and pleasant.  He was rubbing the knuckles of his index and middle fingers past each other in a way that meant he had about seven minutes more patience before his temper flared.   Sherlock saw within a minute that there was nothing decisive on the gun, but decided to use about five more of those remaining minutes just to enjoy this.  There were parts of seventeen types of deadly weapons scattered on Way's workbench, and John was quietly standing there being the most dangerous object in the room. It was very, Sherlock thought happily, like being in a relationship with a small amount of manganese heptoxide.  Except that John smelled very nice.


Very little time for polishing this week, so hope I didn't miss too many tyops.
 
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  Safe Distance on AO3

The mother was apparently poisoned, the son seems to have killed himself playing Russian roulette. It’s a murder and a suicide. Or is it a suicide and a murder?  At least the case is distracting John from the fact that sex with Sherlock was probably a mistake right from the start. John will learn to cope, one way or another.

This week Chapter 6

John’s submission, so carefully judged, so wholly deliberate, was faintly frightening, like a block of C4 pressed into his hands, but John’s shocking pliancy lasted exactly as long as he wished it to, and then he became immovable, bedrock. It was like living with a particularly charming shear-thickening fluid, or possibly a very personable rheopectant. Yes, that was John, highly explosive, kissable oobleck. 


more than halfway through now.

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Tumblr:
Random Person on Tumblr: I saw this pretty fanart on deviant art.  It was drawn by Some Artist Person and I think it's BRILLIANT.  Look at the use of color!  And the faces are amazing.  Go look at the rest of her art at this link right now!
Some Artist Person And All Their Friends: YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU POSTED THIS YOURSELF INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING IT FROM ME HOW FUCKING DARE YOU I WILL KILL YOU AND EAT YOUR CHILDREN YOU SHITTY LITTLE WASTE OF SKIN.
Me: note to self - no reccing fanart on tumblr.  I am glad I learned this rule secondhand.


Twitter:
What the world needs is the equivalent of Tumblr Saviour that would make anything containing the words "please retweet" disappear.  After five screensfull of charity 5Ks and missing pets in the Seattle area, I gave up even trying to catch up.

Facebook:
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I was NOT ready to be connected with everyone I ever knew.  I should hide in a hole and never log in again.  And fake my own death.  And move to Norway.  And cease to speak any human language.  And possibly pretend to be a sheepdog or a large rock.


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 Safe Distance on AO3

The mother was apparently poisoned, the son seems to have killed himself playing Russian roulette. It's a murder and a suicide. Or is it a suicide and a murder?  At least the case is distracting John from the fact that sex with Sherlock was probably a mistake right from the start. John will learn to cope, one way or another.

This week Chapter 5...

He wanted -- he had wanted -- to be seen kissing John.  It was, admittedly, a primarily possessive urge.  But now --  Now he knew what John's mouth actually felt like: the warmth, the caressing mobile softness, the shockingly intimate wetness of that pink tongue.  He'd had John's tongue inside his mouth while he was having an orgasm, and the two sensations were now associated as firmly as if he'd put them side by side in his memory palace and reinforced the links every day for a decade.





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 Safe Distance on AO3

Somehow John had never been taught the appropriate way to act when your best friend came back from the dead.  But Sherlock is back, and they’ve got a case — a suicide and a murder (or possibly vice versa).  John will learn to cope, one way or another.

this week: Chapter 4 …

Sherlock's eyes and mouth suddenly went round, the way they did when his genius careened round some hairpin turn of logic and crashed into a conclusion.  With his curls a mess, barechested in John's bed, the familiar blissed-out expression suddenly had implications that made John feel extremely odd.  "Dimmock's Russian roulette case!"  Sherlock shouted, sitting up fully.  He snatched the mobile away from John.

Later they interview some elderly bridge players, and Sherlock settles on a playlist for sex.


Stupidly busy at work, but gave this a last polish and posted it.

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Somehow John had never been taught the appropriate way to act when your best friend came back from the dead.  But Sherlock is back, and they’ve got a case — a suicide and a murder (or possibly vice versa).  John will learn to cope, one way or another.
 
this week: Chapter 3 …
 
Sherlock moaned, no other word for it, and his hands now clutched at handfuls of the back of John’s jumper.  His mouth pressed and moved gently around John’s invading tongue like he wanted it there, right there.  He was just barely sucking on it.  He might have been the taller one, the one leaning down, but his mouth over John’s was soft and entirely receptive and christ, riding John’s tongue.

Now we've reached the porny bits.  Yay porny bits.  


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First two chapters posted to AO3.
Somehow John had never been taught the appropriate way to act when your best friend came back from the dead. But Sherlock is back, and they’ve got a case — a suicide and a murder (or possibly vice versa). John will learn to cope, one way or another.

This fic is 100 fucking thousand words long.  And finished.  Those two things have always been fundamentally incompatible in my writing life.  But then #antidiogenes happened.  Word wars, man, those fuckers are MAGIC.

So, I'm going to try the periodic posting thing.  I’ll give each chapter a last polish and post weekly on Thursdays.  There are 11 chapters, but the first and last are short -- more a prologue and an epilogue, so I've posted the first with the second.

I cannot tell you how good/weird it is to just decide this thing is done.

Also, dreamwidth, man, the weird html you stick into things when I copy-paste -- I don't know what you're trying to do, but the result is utter crap.
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Posted at AO3

(12K) Once Upon a Time, Rumplestiltskin/Belle, Explicit

Belle is there, in his house, a fortune un-earned.

Until his will crumbled, he would pretend to be what she thought he was, what she thought she wanted. He’d lay his mangy hide down at her feet and let her hands soothe him and pretend not to be rabid and broken.




Its a silly show, but Rumplestiltskin fucking owns me right now.


Also, I've been more or less living on #antidiogenes, and it is FUCKING MAGIC.  Write ALL THE WORDS!!!  

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 So, the antidiogenes chat this weekend was utterly fab.  I'm more or less useless at human interaction because, well, who'd want to talk to me, but I managed to sign in both yesterday and today, and it really was very nice.  The focus was really on a 30 minute word-war every hour, after which people posted their favorite sentences (which was absolutely the best bit).

I'm trying out that thing everybody on the planet says is the Productive Way To Get Words Written, where you write a first draft at breakneck speed and don't sit there and futz with the words all the time.  

I produced 7000 words over the weekend.  I like maybe 50 of them.  

It just isn't as. . . joyful as writing in my usual way where I wriggle around in the sentences and drown in the words and play with everything forever.  On the other hand, it's less shamingly hatefully awful than sitting there staring at a blank page and producing nothing at all.  I suppose the real question is, can I actually later go back and turn any of the stuff I produced into palatable story?  

It does not particularly help that what I'm chipping away at now is an immensely long casefic with all kinds of problems, such as the need for actual plotting, and I don't know why I'm even writing it except for my lifelong devotion to the sunk cost fallacy.

Of course, with the semester heading for me at gale force, complete with one class in a format I was not prepared to teach and just found out I was doing a couple days ago, I may well disappear up grading's ass in a few weeks and not reappear until school shits me out again after finals.

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Jan. 7th, 2013 09:16 pm
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I will say only two things about the DW Xmas special, which I only just sat through.
1. Another year, another former Unbound Doctor not really being given much chance to shine.
2. The scene with the key and falling backward out the door was a hilarious send-up of mawkish Victorian melodrama, on purpose, yes?  I was supposed to laugh, right?  
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 So, I posted my Drouk podfic and a person really liked it.  Which is AWESOME.

I'm worried about the audiofic archive though.  This fic is dark, and explicit, and omegaverse, which tends to make people cringe.  And the archive doesn't even have ratings, or warnings, much less summaries.  

So I have the feeling I'm going to get a bunch of people really really annoyed that they opened up a podfic and got scarred for life with the beatings and the bloodplay and the knotting and yeesh.  I'm such a no name fan that most of what I do gets no reaction at all.  I do not want to become known for the first time for being That Bitch Who Tricked Me into Listening to Omega Noncon.

Its not that I want to complain about the archive, because having any podfic archive, done out of the wonderfulness of people's hearts, is brilliant.  But, if a fic comes in with a summary attached, I wish that it could be included, so people can have warnings.

(okay, and yes, also so that I could browse the archive under an algorithm other than, "Do I know this fandom and already trust this reader to choose kinds of stories I like?")
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Title: Drouk
Author: Alma Anor
Reader: [personal profile] merripestin 
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Sherlock/John (also Jim/Sherlock, Jim/John)
Rating: E 
Warnings: Non-con, Dub-con, Torture, Omegaverse.  
Length: 2:01:00
Summary: While Sherlock and John are being held prisoner by Moriarty, John goes into heat. Jim chains them up just out of reach of each other and plays with John himself. 
 

Seriously, do not ignore the warnings.  I can't believe I did this.

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 I just realized one reason I love Cabin Pressure: A snarky authority figure presiding over a load of people with nice voices playing silly word games -- Cabin Pressure is kinda like ISIHAC with a plot.  Caroline is Humph, Douglas is Graeme, Barry, and Willie, and Martin is Tim.  Arthur is Colin Sell.
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 Finally got through today's chapter of the long porny podfic I'm working on.  This is my third time through and finally I don't completely hate the result, so that's nice.  

The system that seems to be working now is to record a few minutes at a time, and then go back and edit that much before I go on.  Occasionally I'll re-dub a line of dialog, giving it a couple of different reads until I hit one that I'm happy with.  If I try to do the whole thing at once, I tend to skim through when I'm editing and even if I do bother to redub, it sounds off with the voice on either side.

The absolute best changes I've made are to turn the sensitivity on my mic WAY down, so that when the characters get emphatic it doesn't overblow the mic, and to read off a tablet instead of the screen which eliminates mouse/keyboard noises and the need to swap between Audacity and other programs.

Every time I hit record the first time, Audacity goes Not Responding and I get crap on the mic, but if I stop and hit record again, it works fine.  Possibly I need a better computer.

After the earlier reads, I decided that since it's nearly all in a tight 3rd Sherlock POV, it sounded odd for the narration to be in my US accent (and I kept losing the characters).  So now the narration is pretty midpondian, which sounds okay to me (but will probably make other people wince, I know) although on occasion I realize my voice seems to have slipped off to New Zealand without my say-so.  

To keep the voices distinct, Moriarty's tending to be a bit more Irish than canon, and Sherlock is as close as I can get to basso..

Two chapters to go . . . and then I'll have to convince myself that I actually want to post this thing.
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 It finally occurred to me that instead of just thinking, "Hey, why does it seem half of livejournal has moved to dreamwidth and I'm left behind," I could, y'know, get a dreamwidth account.   And it has more icons!  and will autocrosspost to LJ too !!  How long has this been going on?

Of course, I've been a bit overwhelmed already by all the social media options, so adding another may not actually be good for me.   Mostly on twitter I complain about my attempts to podfic, and on tumblr I heart things and occasionally repost if I have a comment, and I use other platforms in my other personae (i.e. Employable And Not At All A Porn Writer Girl).  

What I love about the journaling platforms is that they do comments properly, which for most things makes a lot more sense to me than reblogging.  

On the other hand, the heart/like/+1/kudos thing is faboo for me because so often I just want to express, "I read this and it was cool and interesting but I don't really have a contribution."  Once I start writing words that are for somebody else, I get worried about them, even if it's just one sentence, and I end up redrafting and redrafting and it's completely absurd and then I give up.  It's horrendously embarrassing the number of comments I have spent fifteen minutes writing and then never actually left.   

So, trying this.  See how it goes.

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