I should have done work today.
Instead I wrote about the Angry Wild Street Wife.
Reblog because time difference.
Anonymous asked: So I stumbled on things we lost in the fire and by Briseis do you mean like... The Illiad Briseis? Cuz that is all I can think of?
Yes I do! It’s a very ridiculous reference to the fact that Enjolras and Grantaire are compared to Achilles and Patroclus a couple times in the Brick, because…um, I’m a Latin student from a house full of English/Classics people and that does stuff to ya.
You get…something! I dunno what, limitations of the internet, but like hit me up and I’ll write you a ficlet or something. I’ll tell you what you definitely do get, though, and that’s a fucking high five for joining me in my nerdiness.
Also I hope the fact that you came and hit me up with this message means you liked the fic.
I should have done work today.
Instead I wrote about the Angry Wild Street Wife.
Shattered Glass and Sandstorms
An AU with Rey as part of the First Order, based on this photoset by the immensely talented @greyjoyss. In case you were curious, this is why I ask for short prompts, because this is SUPER LONG and got WILDLY OUT OF HAND. Crossposted to my AO3 here.
She isn’t a Skywalker—or maybe she is. She can’t remember, so does it matter? She is herself.
Her mothers scream when she’s born. Her human mother screams in effort and pain. The other screams in ecstasy, and somewhere in the galaxy the last Jedi’s flesh-and-blood hand shakes as the Force writhes with the birth of a new sun. To the eyes of the minimally Force-sensitive nurse, the baby girl is wreathed in starlight, her wide and tearless eyes wandering over things unseen.
Friendly reminder that I wrote this and I’m exceptionally smug about it, y’all.
Ah, yes, there is more. Filler chapter is filler. Next chapter will have the Angry Street Wife. And an option on Avatar State shenanigans.
Reblog even though it’s now, like, very much nighttime again. WHATEVER.
Ah, yes, there is more. Filler chapter is filler. Next chapter will have the Angry Street Wife. And an option on Avatar State shenanigans.
Stealin’ Kisses from Your Misses
For @littlestartopaz, with the prompt “Your technomancer has a nightmare about the electric-user and decides checking on her is the best way to calm down. But the electric user wakes up before she can leave.”
All right kids quick rundown of the shit you need to know (because these are characters from one of the as-yet-untitled novels I’m writing, not fandom-access characters). It’s set in a near future where…basically Trump wins the presidency and sets himself up as a dictator. We’re about 18 years down the line from the guy (Stone) getting elected and shit’s gone to hell in a pretty big way. People are getting deported, people are reporting their neighbors to the police, whole families are vanishing overnight. If you’re LGBT, non-white, non-Christian, an immigrant, or an outspoken supporter of any of those things, you’re in deep shit and a candidate for being disappeared. The novel revolves around Max, who is part of a rebel organization called Polaris (largely made up of the people listed above) and who is one of a few people who’ve started to pop up with superhuman abilities. The existence of these people—she calls them ‘blues’ and since she was the first one Polaris found, they go with it—is pretty much an urban legend, largely because the government has that shit on lock. Max’s ability allows her to manipulate technology with her mind and make it do…basically whatever she wants. Her (eventual) girlfriend Lessa Stone is the daughter of the Trump-equivalent dictator, who broke Max out of a holding cell and joined Polaris. Lessa, besides being gay as FUCK, is also a blue, with the ability to generate a massive electrical current in her body and project it as lightning bolts. So basically I’m writing a novel that can be summarized as “girlfriends with superpowers join a cast of LGBT people and PoC to smash the patriarchy.” This snippet takes place sometime between Lessa joining Polaris and the two of them getting together properly (Lessa has Some Issues to sort out regarding her sexuality, shockingly).
I shuddered awake, panting. The room was black around me, nothing to reorient myself, and my hands shook as I reached out and fumbled with the lamp on the floor next to my cot until the bulb flared to life.
Reblog for the next day even though I posted this at a perfectly reasonable hour because Adler told me to start doing that. And she has learned that if you needle me about my writing until I’m really flustered and then immediately hit me with a command about my writing, the command gets followed.
Stealin’ Kisses from Your Misses
For @littlestartopaz, with the prompt “Your technomancer has a nightmare about the electric-user and decides checking on her is the best way to calm down. But the electric user wakes up before she can leave.”
All right kids quick rundown of the shit you need to know (because these are characters from one of the as-yet-untitled novels I’m writing, not fandom-access characters). It’s set in a near future where…basically Trump wins the presidency and sets himself up as a dictator. We’re about 18 years down the line from the guy (Stone) getting elected and shit’s gone to hell in a pretty big way. People are getting deported, people are reporting their neighbors to the police, whole families are vanishing overnight. If you’re LGBT, non-white, non-Christian, an immigrant, or an outspoken supporter of any of those things, you’re in deep shit and a candidate for being disappeared. The novel revolves around Max, who is part of a rebel organization called Polaris (largely made up of the people listed above) and who is one of a few people who’ve started to pop up with superhuman abilities. The existence of these people—she calls them ‘blues’ and since she was the first one Polaris found, they go with it—is pretty much an urban legend, largely because the government has that shit on lock. Max’s ability allows her to manipulate technology with her mind and make it do…basically whatever she wants. Her (eventual) girlfriend Lessa Stone is the daughter of the Trump-equivalent dictator, who broke Max out of a holding cell and joined Polaris. Lessa, besides being gay as FUCK, is also a blue, with the ability to generate a massive electrical current in her body and project it as lightning bolts. So basically I’m writing a novel that can be summarized as “girlfriends with superpowers join a cast of LGBT people and PoC to smash the patriarchy.” This snippet takes place sometime between Lessa joining Polaris and the two of them getting together properly (Lessa has Some Issues to sort out regarding her sexuality, shockingly).
I shuddered awake, panting. The room was black around me, nothing to reorient myself, and my hands shook as I reached out and fumbled with the lamp on the floor next to my cot until the bulb flared to life.
I have written TOO MUCH LES MIS in the last week.
Reblog for, I don’t know, time difference and shit.
I have written TOO MUCH LES MIS in the last week.
