2013 fic meme
Stolen from margottenenbaum, mostly as an excuse to be appalled at myself/post WIPs.
STATS
fics written: 4 (wtf)
fandoms: 3
ships: 3
gen fic: none
AUs: 1
female POV: 2
male POV: 2
most written character: Sherlock Holmes, surprisingly
most written ship: Sherlock Holmes/Irene Adler and/or Jaime Moriarty
GENERAL Q'S
01. Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?S
Definitely less. This is probably the least fic I have ever written in a year.
02. Did you take any writing risks this year?
I wrote for a couple new fandoms, and I did a couple exchanges, which are sort of risks for me since I struggle with deadlines.
03. Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?
Yes. To actually write some fic.
SUPERLATIVES
My best story of this year:
daughters will love like you do, in my personal opinion.
My most popular story of this year:
post love.
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:
girl like you should never look so blue; more people need to watch this show and appreciate the lesbians. Or maybe everyone else knew it would end badly and they didn't want to waste their time?
Most fun story to write:
daughters will love like you do, because I got all sappy about it.
Story with the single sexiest moment:
There isn't really one? Sorry, universe. I'll write some more smut.
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:
Probably post love, since I hadn't previously really thought about how Moriarty constructed herself as Irene and how that construction was sort of tailor-made for Sherlock.
Hardest story to write:
post love, simply because deadlines are hard.
Biggest disappointment:
My total lack of any fic.
Biggest surprise:
Likely girl like you should never look so blue, seeing as I thought Mistresses looked like the world's stupidest show and I ended up getting crazily attached to this one girl.
Most unintentionally telling story:
I don't think there really is one? I didn't really write enough.
WIPs
untitled piece about johanna mason
Johanna was the favourite once.
Not the Capitol's, not Panem's - but Haymitch Abernathy's.
you and i are a story (that never gets told); chapter 14
He says, "Blair."
"I know," she says quietly, looking at their hands. "Don't - " Blair forces herself to look at his face. "Don't say it right now, I know."
we'll build in sonnets pretty rooms; dan/serena season one what-if-there-was-a-baby AU
There is a polaroid-sized sonogram picture that takes up residence on the bulletin board above Dan's desk. There baby does not look like much of anything - it's the size of a peanut, a small grey shape in the midst of ambiguous black and white space. It is small, still an it, no real gender or identity, but it is startlingly present. Dan wakes up almost every morning for two weeks to find his bed otherwise empty and Serena sitting on the bathroom floor, sleepy-eyed and cranky when he pokes his head in to check on her. The sonogram picture catches his eye constantly - when he's getting dressed in the morning, when he's trying to write, when he reaches over to turn his lamp off at night.
They're going to have a baby. They have a baby.
currently untitled orphan black fic about alison hendrix and beth childs
They met in the winter, during a storm, brown hair of identical shades blowing haphazardly in the wind, their faces echoes of each other, endless mirrors of expression.
five years time; gossip girl fic; nate/blair and their potential adult love
Blair is torn between crankiness and understanding - this summer was supposed to be about them being friends, being awesome, finding Parisian love, yet Blair can't fault Serena for those sad blue eyes she keeps making whenever she thinks Blair isn't looking. Blair has her own demons (or demon, singular, if she's really being honest), and her own difficult thoughts, even if she isn't ready to talk about them with Serena yet, or possibly ever.
untitled gossip girl AU based onThe Americans
In the darkness of their bedroom, Dan says, "Tell me what happened."
He can see Blair's profile only very hazily. The curtains are two layers of thick, dark material, blocking out the moonlight and the rest of the world. He is conscious of her next to him, ultra-aware of her breathing, but he cannot see her face.
"I," Blair says, voice measured as can be, "handled," a quick breath, "it."
"Blair," Dan says, and he touches her hipbone with his fingertips.
Half a second later he's pinned against the mattress, Blair's hand tight against his throat, flirting with the possibility of strangulation. They stare at each other in the dark, not quite seeing. Dan does not move.
STATS
fics written: 4 (wtf)
fandoms: 3
ships: 3
gen fic: none
AUs: 1
female POV: 2
male POV: 2
most written character: Sherlock Holmes, surprisingly
most written ship: Sherlock Holmes/Irene Adler and/or Jaime Moriarty
GENERAL Q'S
01. Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?S
Definitely less. This is probably the least fic I have ever written in a year.
02. Did you take any writing risks this year?
I wrote for a couple new fandoms, and I did a couple exchanges, which are sort of risks for me since I struggle with deadlines.
03. Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?
Yes. To actually write some fic.
SUPERLATIVES
My best story of this year:
daughters will love like you do, in my personal opinion.
My most popular story of this year:
post love.
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion:
girl like you should never look so blue; more people need to watch this show and appreciate the lesbians. Or maybe everyone else knew it would end badly and they didn't want to waste their time?
Most fun story to write:
daughters will love like you do, because I got all sappy about it.
Story with the single sexiest moment:
There isn't really one? Sorry, universe. I'll write some more smut.
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters:
Probably post love, since I hadn't previously really thought about how Moriarty constructed herself as Irene and how that construction was sort of tailor-made for Sherlock.
Hardest story to write:
post love, simply because deadlines are hard.
Biggest disappointment:
My total lack of any fic.
Biggest surprise:
Likely girl like you should never look so blue, seeing as I thought Mistresses looked like the world's stupidest show and I ended up getting crazily attached to this one girl.
Most unintentionally telling story:
I don't think there really is one? I didn't really write enough.
WIPs
untitled piece about johanna mason
Johanna was the favourite once.
Not the Capitol's, not Panem's - but Haymitch Abernathy's.
you and i are a story (that never gets told); chapter 14
He says, "Blair."
"I know," she says quietly, looking at their hands. "Don't - " Blair forces herself to look at his face. "Don't say it right now, I know."
we'll build in sonnets pretty rooms; dan/serena season one what-if-there-was-a-baby AU
There is a polaroid-sized sonogram picture that takes up residence on the bulletin board above Dan's desk. There baby does not look like much of anything - it's the size of a peanut, a small grey shape in the midst of ambiguous black and white space. It is small, still an it, no real gender or identity, but it is startlingly present. Dan wakes up almost every morning for two weeks to find his bed otherwise empty and Serena sitting on the bathroom floor, sleepy-eyed and cranky when he pokes his head in to check on her. The sonogram picture catches his eye constantly - when he's getting dressed in the morning, when he's trying to write, when he reaches over to turn his lamp off at night.
They're going to have a baby. They have a baby.
currently untitled orphan black fic about alison hendrix and beth childs
They met in the winter, during a storm, brown hair of identical shades blowing haphazardly in the wind, their faces echoes of each other, endless mirrors of expression.
five years time; gossip girl fic; nate/blair and their potential adult love
Blair is torn between crankiness and understanding - this summer was supposed to be about them being friends, being awesome, finding Parisian love, yet Blair can't fault Serena for those sad blue eyes she keeps making whenever she thinks Blair isn't looking. Blair has her own demons (or demon, singular, if she's really being honest), and her own difficult thoughts, even if she isn't ready to talk about them with Serena yet, or possibly ever.
untitled gossip girl AU based onThe Americans
In the darkness of their bedroom, Dan says, "Tell me what happened."
He can see Blair's profile only very hazily. The curtains are two layers of thick, dark material, blocking out the moonlight and the rest of the world. He is conscious of her next to him, ultra-aware of her breathing, but he cannot see her face.
"I," Blair says, voice measured as can be, "handled," a quick breath, "it."
"Blair," Dan says, and he touches her hipbone with his fingertips.
Half a second later he's pinned against the mattress, Blair's hand tight against his throat, flirting with the possibility of strangulation. They stare at each other in the dark, not quite seeing. Dan does not move.