Title: Concomitant
Author/Artist:
oh_peccadilloRecipient:
cevennesRating: R
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *mild sexual content, language, & recreational drug use*
Word count: 1960
Summary: a lie low in Los Angeles, oneiromancy
Notes: ty
cevennes for the imagination-sparking prompts & giving me a reason + a way to write about la,
spencerq for everything as always, &
zambla for
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The last time I was in fandom like 12 years ago (?!), there was this weird experimental edge to the little corner I was reading in and apparently those folks also wrote HP and that was kind of the route I took to get here in September/October.
YES THOSE EXACT PINEAPPLES !!!! !!!!!!!!! !
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I haven't read much experimental HP fic (which is the only fandom I read in). Maybe you can rec me some stuff? Especially if it's got an R or E rating--it's the combination of sexual and emotional dynamics that draws me to reading and writing in this fandom.
RE the pineapples: that was one of those moments where the writer (in this case, you) hit on a description that was so accurate I couldn't believe I"d never thought of it that way before. A similar moment occurred for me when Nabokov describes hot chocolate as having a pinkish cast to it. Because it *totally* does!
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I just enjoy this thought so much and I have more thoughts and feelings about it than I thought I had, basically. re: recs - I get that re: R, E. I'll retrace my path and see what I find!!
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like I always get the feeling that they're living at the very edges of both worlds here
Mm. All the stuff you said about this era, yes. Yes.
I'd read a novel about your dream witch!!!I’d write a short one!!! Come tell me what you'd read about her ( ... )
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As someone who grew-up in LA, I have to say that you captured the feelings as well as the physicality of it. The colors and sounds and sense of hazy brightness all rang incredibly true. I especially loved the bit about the coyotes and the transformation.
And this bit.
“Didn’t you want a pineapple?” Remus says. “Sirius--go pick one out.”
So between his palms, the heft and prickling weight of a pineapple. Then another. Greens, browns, yellows. A sort of alcohol fragrance. Tufts of mold on some bottoms. Their little hats. What a perfect description of pineapples.
And the dream book and accompanying witch were perfect and such a great touch.
Great story!
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I'm so glad the like, LA-ness came through and rang true for you. It felt really, really good to write and be all saturated with memories and feelings of just like, sensory place detail. I struggled some around the coyotes and the transformation bit -- it kept feeling kind of weak. So it's a nice surprise that it's especially loved.
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