Spinning on that dizzy edge

Welcome to my fanworks!

If you'd like to transform any of these into your own creative work, whether that be a remix, podfic, art, vid, or whatever, please feel free!  Just drop me a note somewhere; I'd love to see the results.

Note:  I tend to bump up ratings when in doubt, so my NC-17 may be your R or even PG-13.  As always, YMMV.

( Vids )



( Fic )

Title: On a Clear Day
Fandom/Characters: The Avengers (movieverse), Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Rating: PG-13
Word length: 1100
Summary: On a clear day, Clint can see what's right in front of him.

Author's Notes: such_heights hosted an Avengers kissing fest a few weeks ago, and I got inspired by the prompt "Clint/any: wide open sky". I've read and loved just about every grouping of the Avengers and extended Marvel universe characters, but Clint/Darcy really hit my sweet spot with snarky banter and hotness.

Read it here or at the AO3 link!


( SHIELD is happy when Tony announces that the newly-rechristened Avengers tower is open for business and he bullies the whole team (and then some) into moving in )

Title: A Sleeve's No Good for This Heart
Author: grammarwoman
Fandom/Characters: The Avengers (movieverse), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson
Rating: PG
Word length: 3900
Content Notes: Tattooing, so some mentions of needles

Author's Notes: My first entry for this year's kink_bingo for the "tattoos/tattooing" square. I aspire one day to actually post something in the initial flush of love for my bingo card and not wait until the last minutes of Amnesty.

I feel like I should frontload this story in caveats and deprecations. I don't know if I should call it pre-slash, or gen, or WTFery. I hope it qualifies as kink. It definitely mentions tattoos, Steve, Tony, and the rest of the team, so...sitting here in my Avengers shirt, full of Avengers FEELS in my fangirl heart, I hope you enjoy it.

Read it here, or at the AO3!


A Sleeve's No Good for This Heart

( It’s Wednesday, and the world is not ending, being invaded, or suffering from a catastrophic outbreak of continent-wide weirdness, so Steve arrives his usual ten minutes early for a morning meeting with Coulson. )

Title: But I Ain't Got Wings
Pairing(s): McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Spoilers: Set post-series.
Summary: When Rodney finds some plans for a flying device in the Ancient database, John wants one... badly.

Author's Notes: Originally posted here for the mcshep_match 2010 round, as a backup for Team Work. The prompt was "Forbidden Fruit". After missing the initial sign-up window, I was so happy to be tapped for backup. I knocked this out in a week, and then kate made it 1000% better. Thank you so much, kate!


But I Ain't Got Wings

( 'Wait a minute!' John gaped. 'Are you telling me you found the plans for an Ancient jetpack?' 'Oh, now look who’s paying attention!' said Rodney. 'It really is Pavlovian with you, isn’t it? Warships, jumpers, jetpacks - anything that gets your feet off the ground.' )

Dang. How did it get to be 2 AM? I must get my ass to bed right quick, or the Emperor's going to be greeted with Grumposaurus Rex tomorrow.

Many blessings to kate, who pointed out that the intoabar deadline is tomorrow and not Monday as my brain tried to insist it was. 1500 words later, I haz a story! Now to let it marinate overnight for edits and posting tomorrow. Living on the edge! Between that and my 500 words for NaNo today, I actually met my writing goal. Too bad it's coming after a week of zip zero zilch.

Not bad for an evening's work, though. *pats self on back*

I am pondering joining NaNoWriMo for the first time. I've been wanting to for years, but I never got the gumption meter full enough to start.

I've got this OFC SGA epic in mind - the first part has been written for a long while, and I poke at it now and again. More than anything, it would be good to get it out of my head and onto the page.

This, on top of my entries for intoabar and lilblckdressfic, and my kink_bingo fics that are being obstinate.

Hm.

Title: Carpe Noctem
Author: grammarwoman
Fandom/Focus: Eureka, Jack Carter
Rating: R
Word count: 1000
Spoilers: Mild Season 4 shenanigans
Content Notes: (skip) Sensory deprivation, masturbation.

Author's Notes: My next entry for this year's kink_bingo for the (skip) sensory deprivation square. I bow to kate the Wonderful Beta once again for her services.


Carpe Noctem

( When Jack Carter woke up, it was not at all obvious that he wasn't still asleep.  )

Well, I missed the deadline for kink_bingo. I did finish four out of the five story ideas I had, all since Monday, for a total of about 6600 words or so. The fifth is basically plotted out. I'll be in great shape to post them when the amnesty starts on September 15th. Thank you mods and participants for being awesome!

Now that I'm not gunning for the finish line, I could really use betas for them, if anyone is available. I've got a Jack Carter Eureka story, a John/Rodney SGA offering, Tara/Willow from BtVS, and Minerva McGonagall/Pomona Sprout ala Harry Potter. The fifth one, when it's done, will be Jake/Diane from Jake 2.0. (My fandom brain is a gadfly, what can I say?) I still need titles for most of those, too. Buh.

I am soooo far behind on everything else, between being at the con last weekend and getting my kink on since then. (I think it counts as a new frontier for me, writing during my son's capoeira class.) mcshep_match is over and done with, and I've got at least a week and half's worth to still read. Go Team Work! kate posted her recs here, and I have to say I agree with most of her picks, and the rest are just ones I haven't yet read. I've been chuffed to get some lovely comments on mine - not bad for another piece of speed-writing.

My LJ is at skip=Headache. I've got today and tomorrow to plot out my Dragon*Con plan of attack, now that my Hewlett-stalking time has freed up. *sigh* This includes packing and mapping and everything. Anyone else planning on attending aside from the couple of you I've talked to?

And I suppose I should actually do some work at some point. Meh.

In the interests of closing a few tabs, have some links!

The Cameron Mitchell & Daniel Jackson lilblckdressfic is back in action! Signups close Wednesday, September 10th. kazbaby, I totally plan to sign up, just as soon as I can point my brain in that direction.

David Hewlett did a podcast with GeekDad last night - you can download it here. I haven't listened to it yet; I'm thinking it will make for good plane audio.

For the Highlander and Peter Wingfield fans: Peter Wingfield answers 11 of your deepest Highlander questions!. I haven't watched this either, since work's firewall is a pissy hall monitor.

Ta for now!

Title: Place Your Hands on My Hope
Author: grammarwoman
Fandom/Pairing: NCIS, Tim/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,800
Spoilers: A "blink and you'll miss it" one for Season 7, "Endgame"
Author's Notes: My long-overdue entry for kink_bingo, for the "Hand Fetish" square. Alas that procrastination is my biggest motivator - this all just came flying out tonight. Dedicated to catwalksalone, for pimping me into NCIS fandom through the pairing of these two goofballs. Inspired by Sean Murray's deliciously long fingers. (Good God, I'm only human!)


Place Your Hands on My Hope

( Hey, McGoogle, could you hurry up with the typing-texting-phone-fondling whateverness? )

Here's the thing: like some/many/most of you, I've been telling myself stories in my head since I can remember, usually stories inserting me into the movies/books/TV shows I loved, or RPF where I got to interact with my objects of crushdom. I never even heard of fanfic until, huh, the mid-to-late 90s or so? Sometimes I feel decades behind all y'all, which is so ridiculous considering I've had an email account since 1990. (I am utterly and woefully ancient.)

Every so often, the characters take off and become people in their own right, with full-fledged backstories and futures and feelings, FFS. They stand around in my head like they're waiting for the literary bus, chatting at me the whole time. At what point can you point and say, here this was me, obviously committing an act of grievous self-insertion, but now, wait, she's all growed up and her own original personal character, really truly?

( Nattering on idtastic navel-gazing )

( Why do the OCs have to be SO DAMNED LOUD )

It's like I'm waiting for the authorities to issue an authorial bull saying "You have our permission to suck...but we hope you won't."

*Razzer-frazzer* head. Why couldn't you just be content with churning out the stories, and stop demanding that I set them free?