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( Aug. 28th, 2011 07:01 am)
Master Fic List; Updated 2/08/2009

I've written enough at this point that it no longer feels stupid to have a master post for what I've written. Anything that keeps my organized. Most of this is Luke/Noah, but I'm attempting to branch out.

Luke/Noah
As The World Turns, specifically Luke & Noah, are my fandom of choice. I blame [livejournal.com profile] merepersiflage entirely for this. She first pointed me to the youtube clips and I've been hooked ever since.
  • Magnets: the 'verse I love the most because it was my first and because I met everyone through the writing of it.
    Not Broken - Part 1 (Up to New Year's Eve)
    Not Broken - Part 2 (Mmmm ... rubber tubing)
    Yeah ... Like *That* - Part 1 (Up to Valentine's Day Evening)
    Yeah ... Like *That* - Part 2 (Valentine's Day Evening)
    On My Knees I Think Clearer - Part 1 (Valentine's Continued)
    On My Knees I Think Clearer - Part 2 (Valentines Continued)
    Every Time I See Your Face - Luke, Noah & an alley behind Yo's
    It Was What I Wanted Now - Noah got married, but not to Luke, and now things are changing
    If I Wrote You - For two days, Luke and Noah aren't speaking
    Love Don't Die - Noah asks for space
    (Just Like) Starting Over - Part 1; Luke and Noah getting back together finally.

  • Interview: whoever knew that a drabble for a comment-pornathon could become this 'verse that people love?
    Parts 1 & 2 as a combo - An interview leads to something more
    Part 3 - Figuring things out
    Part 4 - In an alley
    Part 5a - A sort of date
    Part 5b - Back at the scene of the crime as it were
    Part 5c - Finishing off a date gone wrong
    Part 6a - Noah is running. Luke is hurt.
    Part 6b - Hot chocolate and the beginnings of hope.

  • Co-writing: The most fun since sliced bread. Especially if that bread somehow becomes really kinky.
    Home - [livejournal.com profile] ithilien22 suggested we should write together. And so we did.
    So? R U in? - [livejournal.com profile] ithilien22 and I made our fandom's heads explode.

  • One-offs
    Two Drabbles - One Victorian christmas; One toppy!bottom!luke and the bed of a truck.
    What Trucks Are For - Bottom!Noah; in a truck.
    Please - Bottom!Noah; on the kitchen counter.
    NSFW - Toppy!Bottom!Luke; an email exchange.
    A Promise to Himself - Top!Luke; behind the bleachers.
    Pinned - A drabble in an elevator.
    Doubt - Luke has doubts in drabble form.
    No Title Necessary - What happened after Luke's bedroom door was locked.

  • Remixes
    Moving Closer - A Remix of [livejournal.com profile] ithilien22's Farm Boy.
    I think we're practicing the same religion - A Remix of [livejournal.com profile] belyste's All the constellations look down on us to see.



    Reid/Morgan
    Criminal Minds; my second fandom of choice. [livejournal.com profile] yffy is a great tv wife and she is wonderfully encouraging of this new found vice of mine.
  • Shadows and Light
    Shadows and Light part 1 - post Elephant's Memory, Morgan has a proposition for Reid.
    [His] Only Bad Habit Is Me - Spencer tests the water. Morgan makes his move.



    RPS
    Everyone has to find that way that lets them know they're going to hell. I'm just glad I have such good company for the ride.
  • Jake/Van; yes the guys from ATWT. yes, a vice I cannot give up. yes, I know it's fiction.
  • I Dare You (in three installments)
    I Dare You - These dares they keep giving each other are getting out of hand.
    A Really Bad Idea - They discuss the merits of Bride & Prejudice.
    Better than a Brick to the Head - X-Men3 is really gay.

  • One-offs
    Tell Me - Friends don't let friends drink and dial.
    This Is Not A Girl Crush - Facebook, My Bloody Valentine, what more do you need?

  • J2; some day there will be something here. but not until it's done. duh.



    Also, if you have friended me. This would be a great place to comment and introduce yourself.
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    ( Apr. 10th, 2009 01:57 am)
    So, I just read a ton of little ficlets from one of those "pick a story and i'll drabble something" memes. And then I thought, well shit, i could never do that because i haven't written that much. And then I looked and thought, okay, so i'm not as prolific as many, but i've been kinda stuck recently.

    In essence what i'm saying is that if you are reading this and would like me to write something small that relates to something i've already written (a timestamp, a different PoV or character, whatever) just drop me a comment and i'll try to get to it.

    I'm going to be meeting people in a week, so I thought maybe this would be a good time to think about my fandoms.


    Edit: Also, if you have a piece of your own writing that you might want someone else to write in, you can drop me a link and i'll try.
    Sealskin

    This is the beginning of an original fic. it's not edited. It's not anything. But I'm posting it anyway because I'd love feedback/questions/anything that anyone can get me.

    I cut because this is kinda long )
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    ( Mar. 13th, 2009 10:51 pm)
    The fliers went up all across town like magic. One evening nothing, but by morning heavy purple paper with thick curvy black letters were taped at the bus stops and any other available flat posting surface. Nate’s eyes scanned the words, tried to make sense of them against the stuttering trip of his own heart. Clumsy, callused farmer’s fingers didn’t belong pressed against the cool, smooth weight of the signage. A circus was coming to town! That’s what the purple mystery said, when Nate finally took his courage in hand and read it. A circus was coming, and it needed both skilled and unskilled help. He swallowed past the spring mud clogged in his throat. Maybe, he hoped. Maybe if he worked good enough, tried hard enough. Maybe they’d take him when they left town as well?



    Do you know how difficult it is to write in improper English, even if you know you're doing it deliberately? Even if you blow conventions on a regular basis? That good in good enough? God! Killlllllls me.


    Anyway. This is what I wrote that pleased me today. I wrote the beginning of a story that's been ruminating in my brain for awhile.

    Nate and ... Ian? Drew? Connor? I have to work on that other name.

    How many of you when writing original fic, envision your heroes/heroines as celebrities or characters and thus make you think that you're writing one giant AU fic, but with changed names?
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    ( Jan. 8th, 2009 12:08 am)
    i just skimmed through lady and the tramp,

    and i know who lady is
    and who's the tramp

    and how they're kinda the same person, but not

    and i know who tom and rosey are playing

    and who are being played by others

    and maybe who chad will be

    what do we think of twin chads in drag? do we have an opinion on this?


    eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

    He's a tramp
    But I love him
    Breaks a new heart
    Ev'ry day
    He's a tramp
    They adore him
    And I only hope
    He'll stay that way
    He's a tramp
    He's a scoundrel
    He's a rounder
    He's a cad
    He's a tramp
    But I love him
    Yes, and even I
    Have got it pretty bad
    You can never tell
    When he'll show up
    He gives you
    Plenty of trouble
    I guess he's just a
    No 'count pup
    But I wish that he
    Were double
    He's a tramp
    He's a rover
    And there's nothing
    More to say
    If he's a tramp
    He's a good one
    And I wish that I
    Could travel his way
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    i'm kinda tired, and i'd like to take a nap before heading out for indian tonight. however, i'm not going to do that because then i might miss requesting my movie at J2_everafter.

    WTF is wrong with me?
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    Okay, so this is huge for me. Beyond huge. And I don't really know how to thank everyone that has been apart of this with me. I'm at this odd loss of words. What's going on with this big emo freak, you may be asking. Well, I can tell you.

    I just totaled up all my Fanfic from this year written or co-written by me. (And I have one more story still to post before the year ends). But so far, to date for the year 2008:

    126,682 words of Fanfic spread across 3.5 fandoms. Mainly ATWT (luke/noah), but the .5 is for RPS of those two. Plus Criminal Minds and 1 NCIS drabble.

    I don't know about those of you who write seriously, but for someone like me who has been catastrophically stuck in a rut for several years this was, honestly, beyond amazing. Where before I thought of myself as someone who liked to dabble in writing, I now think of myself as a writer. It's really mindblowing.


    I also wrote 28,653 words of original fic this year that I submitted to an actual contest.

    Seriously, could not have done any of this without the amazing support that I've received here.

    So thank you all from the bottom of my fingers and my heart. You're the best.
    I cannot watch Leverage because I look at Christian Kane and I immediately think "What is he doing kissing a woman ... he's so GAY."


























    and then i realize that i've been reading far too much CW-RPS slash. RUINED I tell you.
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    1. How can Timothy Hutton and Christian Kane as their characters on Leverage make me want to do dirty dirty things to them, and more importantly, watch them do them to each other. I know it's only been on for two episodes but someone has to have started a leverage community. I need to find it. Or I need to encourage others to write for it. Or I need to sneak into [livejournal.com profile] poisontaster's AKB community and write chris kane + tim hutton (who apparently has been seized but i don't know more and need to research it) when slaves fall in love fic.

    2. Someone on my friends list wrote some van/jake S&M club fic. It wasn't done, but it was started. And I. Can't. Find. It. Fess up, flist. Which one of you was it? [livejournal.com profile] j525, i kinda think it was you. Am I wrong? Where did it go.

    3. While driving to face a strange moment in the history of my real life, I was listening to Cry Cry Cry and heard The Kid followed by The Ballad of Mary Magdalen. I was so caught up in the emotions of those two songs side by side, and all of a sudden I had this idea for a new story. Great Depression era traveling circus + selkie or merman + runaway gay boy. Do others of you do this? Do you hear a song and have it just hit you in the gut with the emotion of it?

    4. Research stuff and things. I need to find some books on The Great Depression and more on traveling circuses. I need to think in sepia tones and cirque du soleil before cirque du soleil existed. I can see the world forming in the edge of my mind, but it isn't there yet. Recommendations for links/books/etc that you think I should know are appreciated.

    5. I'm looking for music with circus references. I have The Kid by Cry Cry Cry. I have Monkey in the Middle (or whatever it is) by Suzanne Vega. I have Damn Everything But The Circus by The Story. What else do I need? Ask your friends, ask your neighbors. The more songs the merrier.

    6. I realized that this past friday was my Fanniversary. I posted my first ever fanfic on 12/12/07. [livejournal.com profile] merepersiflage is a foul temptress and I have been captivated ever since. Thank you. I wanted to celebrate all things fic in my life by posting a companion piece to the first one. I might still do that. But it will be late. In the mean time, I am celebrating by taking pencil to paper and starting part 6 of the interview. It's hurting my soul a little bit to see my poor rentboy noah so fucked up, but that's nothing next to how hurt luke is currently. Those boys. There will be some of this posted later tonight for anyone interested.

    7. I joined a community which, if I participate, would have me writing j2. Technically, I suppose, what I submitted to Samhain could be classified as j2 AU, but not really. I'm not sure of what I think of dipping my toes into those waters. It's seriously intimidating. But it's also Disney movies done j2 style. And some of my favorites are wanting to do it. I have until Jan 4th to decide. There's time.

    8. Speaking of Samhain ... It is the 14th. I have ten days in which to hear something from them. Ten. More. Days. Ack.

    Interview Part 6, the beginning. Totally w/o betas. )
    Title: [His] Only Bad Habit Is Me
    Prompt: Country Song Titles
    Pairings: Morgan/Reid with implied Prentiss/Todd (Criminal Minds)
    Rating: G
    Word count: 2200ish



    Morgan glared at the bottle in front of him. He knew it was a gift, and a thoughtful one. Who would know how much he likes Australian Reds except someone who listened, someone who watched? He scratched at his scalp. Working in the BAU didn't exactly help narrow that down. )
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    ( Nov. 30th, 2008 11:38 pm)
    I did it! Unlike some of you, i did not make 50k words this month. HOWEVER, i wasn't trying to do that. I was trying to get in a submission to a contest at samhainpublishing and I did it! Those bits and pieces from earlier this month that you may or may not have been reading are part of a roughly 30k original completed piece with blurb, synopsis, query letter and everything.


    this may be the most terrifying moment of my writing life to date. Even scarier then writing valentine fanfic and finally having bottom!noah get his wish. seriously. my hands are sweating. i'm in agony.


    perhaps the stupidest thing is that i don't care if i get rejected. I mean, yeah okay, of course I'd love to win, but this was about challenging me and getting this done and getting my name out to the people who edit for samhain.





    in other news, it is 12 days until my fanfic-aversary. I have pieces due on the 10th, but I think I should write something (other than the new fic of doom ithilien and i may be not so secretly writing) to celebrate. Thoughts? Suggestions?


    oh, and finally, i now get to read all the stuff i put off and comment! yay! (ladysonsie, i'm looking at you when i say that, just so you know.)
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    holy crap, i really wrote the last line of this. I have two scenes to add and a fuck load of editing, but it's done. For real done. oh god. it's actually going to be done in time to submit. I maybe need to vomit right now.


    is this too insanely lame for words? )
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    I'm trying out this different way of writing where I write the scene that has the strongest pull in my head, and not necessarily the one that logically follows the rest. It seems to be working, which, huh. Kinda cool. I'm pretty sure I owe that to writing fanfic, and more specifically writing with [livejournal.com profile] ithilien22. I wrote 'missing scenes' for my magnets'verse. Then because I was passing stories back and forth with ithilien, I would write bits and pieces not connected to words I had written last. Part of me struggles against this because my writing idols are the ones that primarily fly by the seats of their pants and write sequentially. I want to emulate them. However, if this works, then this works. And I'm going with it.

    That was the preface to the fact that what I'm not writing at the moment is the big black moment. It's going well as far as the dialogue goes. Ben (who used to be Jake, and could still go back to Jake) came back to the farm prepared to ask Gabe to stay. Especially now that it won't matter because the marriage can't go through in time, so there's no way to mistake what Ben is doing for sneaking through his dad's will. But he gets home, and there's a little yellow coupe in the driveway and he loses his shit.

    The good: I know I have to finish this part before I go back to work tomorrow. I can't leave it like this or I'll be a big ol' mess. This means that I need to push forward, and while I still have brackets in which i have notes like 'must write sexy horseback lesson' and 'need to shift my timeline forward three days', I will have ostensibly finished the fucker.

    The bad: IT'S SAD.

    Here. )
    Go here: http://cdn1.ustream.tv/swf/4/viewer.45.swf?cid=317016 RIGHT NOW.


    In other news: fuck me gently with a chainsaw, but i am actually on target for where i should be for word count. Merepersiflage was right about the benefit of taking a year to write fanfic. And while it's not a year until a month from wednesday, it's close. I really think this is going to be done in time to be edited and sent off. I may just go and vomit right now.

    Or, you know, go watch some puppies.
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    this is a cool little thing. 20 minutes, and i was using gentle and it so kept me on track! i tried 30 minutes and it still worked. Yay!

    plan for tonight: write the scene where jake tries to get gabe drunk, but it backfires and he gets plastered instead. poor, dumb jake.

    plan partially completed: poor dumb jake got jealous of james who is all about the eew and swallowed a few too many shots. He's up to three shots of strong tequila, plus a beer.

    2002
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    plan completed: Jake is now in bed. Gabe is curled up around him as the big spoon. There was no kissing because Gabe sensibly said he didn't want to kiss mr. puke breath (he was more polite than me), and there will be drama when they wake up in the morning.

    on the plus side, gabe stepped up and asked if he could do more stuff around the house and not actually be out as much. he gives the reason that he'd like to do something he's good at, but i think it's because he wants to go through Jake's paperwork. Sneaky bastard.
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    Word count: 8354 as of right now.

    Summary: Cinderella meets My Fair Lady, only gay. And with cowboys.

    Definitely working: I am enjoying this story. And I have a cute little summary, and i get to say fuck a lot.

    Working: the plot of my story is all laid out in my mind, but just enough so that i'm still pleasantly surprised as it tumbles from my fingers.

    Maybe not working: seriously, here. this story is j2 au but with different names. so i need to contemplate my descriptions carefully, because i'd like to be able to enter this into a real live contest that real editors read. It's not like I named them Dean and Sam or anything, but speaking of names - they need to change. Jake, his bff James, and the yankee is Gabe. Two similar. I think they're going to become Drew, Max and Gabe. Only Max is not max from DA and considering the j2ness of this, that may be a problem. fuck fuck fuck.

    Definitely not working: I need to know the size of a horse that someone 6'5" would ride (roughly) and I need to write a hand lust scene. the hand lust scene is not a problem, except that I've had this vision since Gradgirl finished her last van/jake of doing a piece on holding hand in that world. So now, now I've got to make sure they don't oddly bleed into each other.

    a snippet:
    "You're an idiot." James flicked the back of Jake's earlobe.

    "Ow! Mother fucker, that hurt. I'm not an idiot. I'm just," he gestured wildly, tried to find the right word. "I'm drunk. That's what I am. Almost drunk, but not quite enough."

    "Liar. You're trashed. Wait here, I'll get you something to ease the hangover you'll have tomorrow morning."

    He continued on, not listening to his friend. What did she know about these things? She was a chick. "Like Gabe is not quite enough gay. I mean, clearly, he's gay. He's gotta be. I'm pretty sure I could feel him checking out my ass. But he's not gay enough to take advantage of me in my drunken stupor." Jake shook his head. "Nope. Not gay enough. The bastard! James, how do you get to be as hot as him and not take me upstairs and make an honest woman of me?"

    "First off, maybe because you're not a woman? You think that might be part of it. Secondly, you met him, what, six hours ago?" She flicked his ear again, but then passed him two aspirin and a glass of water. "If you really want to be an honest woman, maybe you should be sober when you proposition him?"

    "Nuh uh. That's the whole point." He aimed for the stairs, but didn't quite make it. The wall was comfortable, easy to slide down. That would do for now. "I don't want to proposition anyone. I want to be the one. Damnit. Why does everyone want me to be all grr! argh! top or nothing?" Jake rubbed his palms against his eyes. "Why doesn't someone just want to fuck me blind?"

    James threaded her fingers through his hair. "Aww, honey. You know I would if it weren't for that whole penis issue we've got."

    "What penis issue?" Jake craned his neck to look, but that hurt so he went back to cradling his head in his hands.

    "The one where you have one, and like them. And I don't, and you know, don't."

    "Why don't you like dick? Everyone should like dick, James. Everyone. You know what?" He tried to focus on her but she wobbled in front of his eyes. "Come here, I'mma tell you a secret."

    "Do I have to? Your breath stinks." James widened her stance and held out her hands to help him up.

    She was a good friend. He should tell her that more often, but that wasn't the point. What had the point been? Oh. Right. "Shut up, yeah, you have to hear this." He gestured her closer. "I bet I'd like Gabe's dick. You think he'd mind if I wanted to kiss him all over?" He giggled. "I wonder if he's proportional? Man, James, can you imagine? I'd be walking even more bowlegged than I do now." His daydream shifted to his dick, and even through the alcoholic fog, Jake knew that a long jerk off session in the shower would be the only thing to take the edge off. "Maybe I'll ask him tomorrow. Or, you know, once I'm dead. Whichever comes first." His stomach shifted. Pizza, beer and tequila fought for dominance in his intestines. "Oh hell. Help me up, James. I'm gonna hurl."

    "I got him." Strong hands clasped his wrists together and slide an arm under his shoulders. "Easy does it. Let's get you to the nearest bathroom where you can vomit in peace."

    "There's one attached to the master bedroom. If you can get him up the stairs, that's your best bet." James adjusted Jake's shirt. "How much of that did you hear, Gabe?"
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    ( Oct. 27th, 2008 09:47 pm)
    So i just realized that November starts on saturday. This means I get to start my original fic with enthusiasm. That needs to be finished by November 15th. It also needs to be a maximum of 30k. So I'll have 20k extra words to play with as I see fit doing whatever I want.

    What i also realized is that i don't see a lot of fanfic coming outta my fingers in the first 15 days of november. So anything i want to write in a fanfic-y vein needs to be completed by end of day Friday. Well, huh. Fuck. I don't know if that's going to happen. Guess I better get going pronto.
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    Prompt: Elevator
    Prompt: Tears
    Word count: 300
    Rating: PG-13 for language, I guess?


    The library elevator shudders as it always does, but this time it hiccups to a stop between floors eighteen and nineteen. Noah squeezes his eyes shut, clamps his hands against the railing. "Tell me the elevator is about to move and we're going to be fine."

    "Noah? What's wrong?" Luke edges his hand between the wall and his boyfriend's tense back. He kisses Noah's temple, all the while tattooing patterns on his back.

    "Don't like small spaces," he grits out. "Haven't ever since the Colonel -" Noah swallows. Tears leak from the corners his eyes.

    Luke shifts, presses his chest to Noah's, wraps their fingers together. "Shh, shh. The Colonel isn't here. You're with me." He swiped at the salty trails with the tip of his tongue. "There are lots of things you like about being trapped, Noah." He bit at Noah's earlobe. "Didn't you tell me that last night?"

    "Luke." Pale color fades against the red blooming on Noah's cheeks. His blush turns Luke on.

    "You remember don't you? On your stomach? Me, holding you down? Starting to ring a bell?" Luke grinds his hips closer, winds his hands up into the curls at the back of Noah's neck. "You made the hottest noises. Sexy as hell when you whisper my name, let me pin your wrists, fuck into you again and again."

    Noah bites his lip and whimpers. "Nngh"

    "I was all over you, had you pinned, no room for anything between the two of us, barely even space for breathing. My hand jacking you off. I don't remember you minding small spaces last night?" Luke sucks at Noah's neck, scrapes his teeth along his jaw. "So I'll just stay right here until the elevator starts moving again, okay. And you can remember how good it can be."
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    ( Oct. 17th, 2008 10:50 pm)
    [livejournal.com profile] remixthedrabble just opened signups for round 5 of their multifandom mini-fic remix challenge. Feel free to drop by and sign up as a Remixee (authorizing others to remix your fic) or a Remixer (remixing a work of another author in ~500 words or less), or both!

    Signups are open until Saturday, October 18, and finished fic will be due November 15.


    [livejournal.com profile] ladysonsie, i'm looking at YOU. If ithilien drags me, I drag you. That's how this works. [livejournal.com profile] belyste, [livejournal.com profile] qafaddiction, and [livejournal.com profile] sweetiejelly - all of you write awesome drabble as well. So, you know, if you get this before the end of saturday, do it up! Really, any of you who write on my flist, but these were the first drabblicious authors who come to mind.
    I like to think of myself as an enabler, a pom pom girl, the person who will cheer you on with honest enthusiasm. On saturday at a chapter meeting Eloisa James was speaking about a super fan, and how that's what authors should have. I scribbled to one of my friends that in my world, we call that someone's bitch. As in, "I am [livejournal.com profile] ka_mitchell's bitch." And it's so true. I am. I live to be her super fan. Is that crazy?

    The truth is that I don't think it is crazy. One, I admire KA Mitchell's writing tremendously. It's a great read in any form (rough draft, final draft, starting stages, hating everything stages, just mulling a possible idea around). Two, I admire her as a person, and want to be her, a lot. Three, she's amazingly inspirational in terms of how she works, how she writes, and how she gives back to other writers by enabling/encouraging/critiquing them. I've been thinking about fans a lot recently, and how the thing about KA Mitchell that I adore so much is that she's accessible and a real person and not just OMG my FAVORITEST AUTHOR EVER!.

    Now, I'm no way on her level. I just dabble about in my fandom of choice happily. I'm not published, so it's different. I get that. But I appear to have some fans, which is entertaining. And recently, it has come to my attention that people are intimidated by me. This is ... weird. I feel like I'm the most innocuous person in the world. While I save my super squealy fangirl ways for KA Mitchell, I try to be somewhat squealy to lots of people, because, hello, they deserve it. Some of the writing I read here is breathtaking and I freaking love it. Shouldn't my utter dorkitude keep me from being scary?

    There's more here on which I'm musing, but I wanted to document some of this. Do all of us have people we fangirl over? Published authors for me are KA Mitchell and Jennifer Crusie. I want to be them, but KA Mitchell more. Fanfic authors (in my FoC) include Ithilien22 (duh) and the hayloft authors to name a few. I have others in different fandoms, but I'm trying not to explode this entry too much. Plus most of the people on my friends list would recognize those names.

    Okay, I have to go back to writing, but I wanted to document my entertained glee and ponderings at being a super fan/fangirl/pom pom girl/enabler/bitch.
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