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So I finally got my fics up at AO3. Not all of them - some of my earlier stuff makes me wince, frankly, and I'm not letting them out of their LJ cages, thanks. But all the stuff I like is there.
My AO3 archive Zeke has calmed down, thank the goddess, though now he's withdrawn instead of angry. I figure if I just play Salt Lick and sit quietly until he feels like talking, I may get this thing back. (Apparently he hates his stepfather, so that's interesting.)
Christ, why couldn't I be a fucking basket weaver instead of dealing with this insanity? Wicker wands don't have moods, I hear.
P.S. Jesus, I just started posting over there last night, and I've already got a bunch of "kudos" and a couple of comments. Not very interesting comments, but still - damn.