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alisx) wrote2025-09-10 11:31 pm
alisx) wrote2025-09-10 11:31 pmEntry tags:
Gifts from an alternate universe.
I suspect the freedom to publish directly on the web, if proposed today, would face strong resistance. Like allotments or public libraries, it resembles a gift from an alternate universe.
Caolan on .
I remember when we used to get to laugh at the periodic poster on, like, Overclockers or whatever who would proposed his (it was always a “his”) revolutionary idea for something “like a video store, except you pay to rent books.”
Man. Remember when the entire economy wasn’t run by those dipshits?
sabotabby (sabotabby) wrote2025-09-10 07:34 am
sabotabby) wrote2025-09-10 07:34 amEntry tags:
Reading Wednesday
Just finished: Nothing.
Currently reading: Notes From a Regicide by Isaac Fellman. I'm getting near the end of this and it's so good. By the way, fantasy authors, this is how you do worldbuilding. Fellman isn't concerned with why things work as they do, the details of how the post-apocalyptic New York functions or why Stephensport is stuck in time; everything is character, narrowed to the focus of Griffon and Etoine. Even Zaffre's rebel activities are in soft focus—we know there are revolutionary trans nuns (hell yeah) but Etoine is so hyperfocused on her, and what she represents, that the scale and scope of their rebellion are outside the scope of his understanding.
And it's just written so well. There's a subtle strangeness to all of the language that is just weird and offputting enough to feel like journal entries of two men across a gap of time and culture, not only from us, but from each other.
Currently reading: Notes From a Regicide by Isaac Fellman. I'm getting near the end of this and it's so good. By the way, fantasy authors, this is how you do worldbuilding. Fellman isn't concerned with why things work as they do, the details of how the post-apocalyptic New York functions or why Stephensport is stuck in time; everything is character, narrowed to the focus of Griffon and Etoine. Even Zaffre's rebel activities are in soft focus—we know there are revolutionary trans nuns (hell yeah) but Etoine is so hyperfocused on her, and what she represents, that the scale and scope of their rebellion are outside the scope of his understanding.
And it's just written so well. There's a subtle strangeness to all of the language that is just weird and offputting enough to feel like journal entries of two men across a gap of time and culture, not only from us, but from each other.
mecurtin (mecurtin) wrote2025-09-09 11:44 pm
mecurtin) wrote2025-09-09 11:44 pmEntry tags:
Purrcy in the night kitchen
"What are *you* doing in the kitchen at 2am, Mom?" said Purrcy, who'd been napping on a comfy freezer bag left on the floor. (I'd stayed up too late re-^nth-reading Mansfield Park, is what).
radiantfracture (radiantfracture) wrote2025-09-09 05:37 pm
radiantfracture) wrote2025-09-09 05:37 pmBonus Ross Gay poem
Again
By Ross Gay
Because I love you, and beneath the uncountable stars
I have become the delicate piston threading itself through your chest,
I want to tell you a story I shouldn't but will and in the meantime neglect, Love,
the discordant melody spilling from my ears but attend,
instead, to this tale, for a river burns inside my mouth
and it wants both purgation and to eternally sip your thousand drippings;
and in the story is a dog and unnamed it leads to less heartbreak,
so name him Max, and in the story are neighborhood kids
who spin a yarn about Max like I'm singing to you, except they tell a child,
a boy who only moments earlier had been wending through sticker bushes
to pick juicy rubies, whose chin was, in fact, stained with them,
and combining in their story the big kids make
the boy who shall remain unnamed believe Max to be sick and rabid,
and say his limp and regular smell of piss are just two signs,
but the worst of it, they say, is that he'll likely find you in the night,
and the big kids do not giggle, and the boy does not giggle,
but lets the final berries in his hand drop into the overgrowth
at his feet, and if I spoke the dream of the unnamed boy
I fear my tongue would turn an arm of fire so I won't, but
know inside the boy's head grew a fire beneath the same stars
as you and I, Love, your leg between mine, the fine hairs
on your upper thigh nearly glistening in the night, and the boy,
the night, the incalculable mysteries as he sleeps with a stuffed animal
tucked beneath his chin and rolls tight against his brother
in their shared bed, who rolls away, and you know by now
there is no salve to quell his mind’s roaring machinery
and I shouldn't tell you, but I will,
the unnamed boy
on the third night of the dreams which harden his soft face
puts on pants and a sweatshirt and quietly takes the spade from the den
and more quietly leaves his house where upstairs his father lies dreamless,
and his mother bends her body into his,
and beneath these same stars, Love, which often, when I study them,
seem to recede like so many of the lies of light,
the boy walks to the yard where Max lives attached to a steel cable
spanning the lawn, and the boy brings hot dogs which he learned
from Tom & Jerry, and nearly urinating in his pants he tosses them
toward the quiet and crippled thing limping across the lawn,
the cable whispering above the dew-slick grass, and Max whimpers,
and the boy sees a wolf where stands this ratty
and sad and groveling dog and beneath these very stars
Max raises his head to look at the unnamed boy
with one glaucous eye nearly glued shut
and the other wet from the cool breeze and wheezing
Max catches the gaze of the boy who sees,
at last, the raw skin on the dog's flank, the quiver
of his spindly legs, and as Max bends his nose
to the franks the boy watches him struggle
to snatch the meat with gums, and bringing the shovel down
he bends to lift the meat to Max's toothless mouth,
and rubs the length of his throat and chin,
Max arching his neck with his eyes closed, now,
and licking the boy's round face, until the boy unchains the dog,
and stands, taking slow steps backward through the wet grass and feels,
for the first time in days, the breath in his lungs, which is cool,
and a little damp, spilling over his small lips, and he feels,
again, his feet beneath him, and the earth beneath them, and starlings
singing the morning in, and the somber movement of beetles
chewing the leaves of the white birch, glinting in the dark, and he notices,
Darling, an upturned nest beneath the tree, and flips it looking for the blue eggs
of robins, but finds none, and placing a rumpled crimson feather in his mouth
slips the spindly thicket into another tree, which he climbs
to watch the first hint of light glancing above the fields, and the boy
eventually returns to his thorny fruit bush where an occasional prick
leaves on his arm or leg a spot of blood the color of these raspberries
and tasting of salt, and filling his upturned shirt with them he beams
that he could pull from the earth that which might make you smile,
Love, which you’ll find in the fridge, on the bottom shelf, behind the milk,
in the bowl you made with your own lovely hands.
§rf§
By Ross Gay
Because I love you, and beneath the uncountable stars
I have become the delicate piston threading itself through your chest,
I want to tell you a story I shouldn't but will and in the meantime neglect, Love,
the discordant melody spilling from my ears but attend,
instead, to this tale, for a river burns inside my mouth
and it wants both purgation and to eternally sip your thousand drippings;
and in the story is a dog and unnamed it leads to less heartbreak,
so name him Max, and in the story are neighborhood kids
who spin a yarn about Max like I'm singing to you, except they tell a child,
a boy who only moments earlier had been wending through sticker bushes
to pick juicy rubies, whose chin was, in fact, stained with them,
and combining in their story the big kids make
the boy who shall remain unnamed believe Max to be sick and rabid,
and say his limp and regular smell of piss are just two signs,
but the worst of it, they say, is that he'll likely find you in the night,
and the big kids do not giggle, and the boy does not giggle,
but lets the final berries in his hand drop into the overgrowth
at his feet, and if I spoke the dream of the unnamed boy
I fear my tongue would turn an arm of fire so I won't, but
know inside the boy's head grew a fire beneath the same stars
as you and I, Love, your leg between mine, the fine hairs
on your upper thigh nearly glistening in the night, and the boy,
the night, the incalculable mysteries as he sleeps with a stuffed animal
tucked beneath his chin and rolls tight against his brother
in their shared bed, who rolls away, and you know by now
there is no salve to quell his mind’s roaring machinery
and I shouldn't tell you, but I will,
the unnamed boy
on the third night of the dreams which harden his soft face
puts on pants and a sweatshirt and quietly takes the spade from the den
and more quietly leaves his house where upstairs his father lies dreamless,
and his mother bends her body into his,
and beneath these same stars, Love, which often, when I study them,
seem to recede like so many of the lies of light,
the boy walks to the yard where Max lives attached to a steel cable
spanning the lawn, and the boy brings hot dogs which he learned
from Tom & Jerry, and nearly urinating in his pants he tosses them
toward the quiet and crippled thing limping across the lawn,
the cable whispering above the dew-slick grass, and Max whimpers,
and the boy sees a wolf where stands this ratty
and sad and groveling dog and beneath these very stars
Max raises his head to look at the unnamed boy
with one glaucous eye nearly glued shut
and the other wet from the cool breeze and wheezing
Max catches the gaze of the boy who sees,
at last, the raw skin on the dog's flank, the quiver
of his spindly legs, and as Max bends his nose
to the franks the boy watches him struggle
to snatch the meat with gums, and bringing the shovel down
he bends to lift the meat to Max's toothless mouth,
and rubs the length of his throat and chin,
Max arching his neck with his eyes closed, now,
and licking the boy's round face, until the boy unchains the dog,
and stands, taking slow steps backward through the wet grass and feels,
for the first time in days, the breath in his lungs, which is cool,
and a little damp, spilling over his small lips, and he feels,
again, his feet beneath him, and the earth beneath them, and starlings
singing the morning in, and the somber movement of beetles
chewing the leaves of the white birch, glinting in the dark, and he notices,
Darling, an upturned nest beneath the tree, and flips it looking for the blue eggs
of robins, but finds none, and placing a rumpled crimson feather in his mouth
slips the spindly thicket into another tree, which he climbs
to watch the first hint of light glancing above the fields, and the boy
eventually returns to his thorny fruit bush where an occasional prick
leaves on his arm or leg a spot of blood the color of these raspberries
and tasting of salt, and filling his upturned shirt with them he beams
that he could pull from the earth that which might make you smile,
Love, which you’ll find in the fridge, on the bottom shelf, behind the milk,
in the bowl you made with your own lovely hands.
§rf§
Alis (alisx) wrote2025-09-10 05:31 am
alisx) wrote2025-09-10 05:31 amEntry tags:
DeadEI.
Any good Marxist can tell you that the ruling class of any nation will frequently make social concessions as a way of buttressing its brute political power with moral credibility. What makes these concessions effective is that the sentiment behind them is often genuine: It really is objectively better not to be misgendered at work. But anyone who thinks that the brief ubiquity of corporate diversity trainings is proof that the radical left wields great power and influence in America has quite simply never sat through a corporate diversity training.
On .
See also: this.
trobadora (trobadora) wrote2025-09-09 09:31 pm
trobadora) wrote2025-09-09 09:31 pmwords, counted
Today I finally updated my word count spreadsheet, for the first time since March.
Nothing but alibi sentences for most of that time, now all typed up and word-counted. Turns out (not entirely unexpectedly) July and August this year were my second- and third-worst writing months ever since I started documenting my writing ... Time to get out of that slump NOW.
Does anyone have tips for restarting? I think I could use some ...
ETA: Specifically, what I'm struggling with is that I've been writing no more than a sentence or three at a go, for much too long, and now I'm out of the habit and can't seem to go beyond that without a major effort. *grumbles*
Nothing but alibi sentences for most of that time, now all typed up and word-counted. Turns out (not entirely unexpectedly) July and August this year were my second- and third-worst writing months ever since I started documenting my writing ... Time to get out of that slump NOW.
Does anyone have tips for restarting? I think I could use some ...
ETA: Specifically, what I'm struggling with is that I've been writing no more than a sentence or three at a go, for much too long, and now I'm out of the habit and can't seem to go beyond that without a major effort. *grumbles*
Ysabet (umadoshi) wrote2025-09-09 03:58 pm
umadoshi) wrote2025-09-09 03:58 pmTuesday mishmash: a milestone | weather | tiny tomatoes | impending Lamb
As of last week, we've lived in our current place for sixteen years. (As ever, I selfishly appreciate that one of the people whose wedding we attended the day before we moved always posts about their anniversary, which reminds me of how long it's been.) Just a few more years will make this the place I've lived longest in my life. (My childhood home currently holds the record at eighteen years.)
We've had some more rain, but still not nearly enough, and enough people haven't been getting on board with the water commission's request to conserve water (apparently there's been no noticeable drop in overall usage) that we're now expecting mandatory conservation to roll out sometime this week. (Does anyone know what that'll actually look like? LOL no.) Fun times. Good work [sarcastic], everyone.
Our tiny, tiny tomato plant that we brought home so shortly before hitting official "we're in a drought" status has tiny, tiny tomatoes on it! They are very green, and I have no idea what their odds are of ripening properly, but given that the drought means we've only actually watered the plant once or twice since potting it, I'm surprised to see fruit at all. Good work [sincere], Tiny Tim.
Under the circumstances, I'm just as glad that we didn't actually try to do any gardening in earnest this year, which we might have if we'd gotten our very own hose installed on the back of the house earlier in the season.
Sometime next year, Cult of the Lamb is getting its first paid expansion (not to be confused with the...three? four?...free ones that they've released). Will I touch another game before that comes out? Precedent says no! But I'm very excited about this one.
We've had some more rain, but still not nearly enough, and enough people haven't been getting on board with the water commission's request to conserve water (apparently there's been no noticeable drop in overall usage) that we're now expecting mandatory conservation to roll out sometime this week. (Does anyone know what that'll actually look like? LOL no.) Fun times. Good work [sarcastic], everyone.
Our tiny, tiny tomato plant that we brought home so shortly before hitting official "we're in a drought" status has tiny, tiny tomatoes on it! They are very green, and I have no idea what their odds are of ripening properly, but given that the drought means we've only actually watered the plant once or twice since potting it, I'm surprised to see fruit at all. Good work [sincere], Tiny Tim.
Under the circumstances, I'm just as glad that we didn't actually try to do any gardening in earnest this year, which we might have if we'd gotten our very own hose installed on the back of the house earlier in the season.
Sometime next year, Cult of the Lamb is getting its first paid expansion (not to be confused with the...three? four?...free ones that they've released). Will I touch another game before that comes out? Precedent says no! But I'm very excited about this one.
mecurtin (mecurtin) wrote2025-09-09 12:16 am
mecurtin) wrote2025-09-09 12:16 amEntry tags:
the Royal Purrcy
At one point Purrcy was looking very regal as he stre-e-e-e-etched his arms out in front of him & crossed his paws, but by the time I got over to take his picture his expression was kind of vacant. That probably just makes it more authentically royal.
mecurtin (mecurtin) wrote2025-09-09 12:01 am
mecurtin) wrote2025-09-09 12:01 amWhat I Did on My Summer Vacation
Beth and I went to Worldcon! And then spent another week in Seattle.
I had a great time at Worldcon, much better than last year at Glasgow where I spent almost all my time at the Business Meeting That Would Not Die. This year all but one short session of the BM was held online & ahead of time, it was *great*. A bunch of the Usual Suspects complained that the online meeting was scheduled Against the Rules and we should have been able to vote about it (and wait another year) but I say, meh, this way I got Worldcon back & also attendance was 3 times as high as at regular Business Meetings, so there.
Beth put her foot down & said I couldn't go to Worldcon without getting a scooter, and she was completely right. In the first place, any venue that can hold 6-10K people has really long halls, that's just math. In the second place, downtown Seattle is REALLY hilly.
The con wasn't able to rent scooters (due to competition from cruises) so I rented one myself that was brought to the hotel, and wow ... it's been decades since I've had that sense of freedom and speed. Once I got an experienced scooter-driver to tell me how to get in&out of elevators, that is. I'm seriously considering bringing a scooter-costume to LACon, dressing the scooter up as a rocket ship, because you can go really fast down the hallway (if it's mostly empty, of course).
It's so cool! And it's been so long, so very long since moving around has been anything but painful & draining for me, it was really freeing to have it be *fun*.
Martha Wells was the Worldcon Guest of Honor, so she spoke a bunch of times and I was one of a big crowd of people following her around like ... not ducklings, ducklings don't travel in enormous mobs. Devotees, anyway. And we got together and talked, and shared stickers and things, & talked about Murderbut & her other works.
And WOW, I was seriously shocked & disappointed at how many fen over the age of 50 seem incapable of not calling Murderbot "he", wtf. Although Mr Dr Science consistently starts off using they/them, then has to correct himself.
In addition to Martha Wells, I went to panels on "Food in History—The Impact of Spice" (packed to the gunwales! it was great), "Beyond the Torment Nexus" (even more packed, people sitting on the floor), "Centuries of Marriage" (disappointingly centered on Western Europe in the last 500 years, except Shauna Lawless had good info on Ireland c 11th-12th c, with much more marriage flexibility than WEur standard). Maybe I went to others? It's kind of a blur.
I sawgwyn ! I saw seekingferret ! I saw bethbethbeth ! there were probably other people but cons make my brain kind of mushy. And there were a bunch of other people who aren't on DW, too.
I got to cruise through the dealer's room and chat with vendors every time I bought something. I made several passes through the Art Show to look and to bid on some small things -- I'm under orders from Mr Dr not to get more things that go on walls until I find more walls to put them on. I chatted with people about the upcoming Worldcons in LA (Anaheim) & Montreal, and possible ones in Edmonton, Brisbane, and Dublin. It's doing to be a LONG time after LA before there's another one in the US, folks.
We stayed in Seattle for another week after Worldcon. One of the things I did was travel to West Seattle and have lunch withgwyn under relaxed conditions, which was really nice. Then toward the weekend I went out toward Bellevue and stayed there for a few days, including finally meeting cruisedirector & her husband, after knowing them online for *decades*. It was great to see them at last, and their Home By The Lake, and to talk about life and fandom for a few hours.
A plan to get together with a bunch of people from college got cancelled when the hostess came down with covid, but that just meant I had a bit more time to rest & write up a few things before getting Beth, dropping off the car, and heading back to the airport for a frankly exhausting trip back. Beth & I continue our NOVID record: we didn't mask *all* the time, just in most of the crowded situations (airport, airplane aka flying virus box, inside crowded rooms at con), on Whale Watch boat. Oh, we saw orcas! They were super cool, totally worth it.
The cat was *very* glad to see us. Mr Dr was, too: he did better at taking care of himself than he'd been last year, while still failing at some tasks.
I had a great time at Worldcon, much better than last year at Glasgow where I spent almost all my time at the Business Meeting That Would Not Die. This year all but one short session of the BM was held online & ahead of time, it was *great*. A bunch of the Usual Suspects complained that the online meeting was scheduled Against the Rules and we should have been able to vote about it (and wait another year) but I say, meh, this way I got Worldcon back & also attendance was 3 times as high as at regular Business Meetings, so there.
Beth put her foot down & said I couldn't go to Worldcon without getting a scooter, and she was completely right. In the first place, any venue that can hold 6-10K people has really long halls, that's just math. In the second place, downtown Seattle is REALLY hilly.
The con wasn't able to rent scooters (due to competition from cruises) so I rented one myself that was brought to the hotel, and wow ... it's been decades since I've had that sense of freedom and speed. Once I got an experienced scooter-driver to tell me how to get in&out of elevators, that is. I'm seriously considering bringing a scooter-costume to LACon, dressing the scooter up as a rocket ship, because you can go really fast down the hallway (if it's mostly empty, of course).
It's so cool! And it's been so long, so very long since moving around has been anything but painful & draining for me, it was really freeing to have it be *fun*.
Martha Wells was the Worldcon Guest of Honor, so she spoke a bunch of times and I was one of a big crowd of people following her around like ... not ducklings, ducklings don't travel in enormous mobs. Devotees, anyway. And we got together and talked, and shared stickers and things, & talked about Murderbut & her other works.
And WOW, I was seriously shocked & disappointed at how many fen over the age of 50 seem incapable of not calling Murderbot "he", wtf. Although Mr Dr Science consistently starts off using they/them, then has to correct himself.
In addition to Martha Wells, I went to panels on "Food in History—The Impact of Spice" (packed to the gunwales! it was great), "Beyond the Torment Nexus" (even more packed, people sitting on the floor), "Centuries of Marriage" (disappointingly centered on Western Europe in the last 500 years, except Shauna Lawless had good info on Ireland c 11th-12th c, with much more marriage flexibility than WEur standard). Maybe I went to others? It's kind of a blur.
I saw
gwyn ! I saw seekingferret ! I saw bethbethbeth ! there were probably other people but cons make my brain kind of mushy. And there were a bunch of other people who aren't on DW, too. I got to cruise through the dealer's room and chat with vendors every time I bought something. I made several passes through the Art Show to look and to bid on some small things -- I'm under orders from Mr Dr not to get more things that go on walls until I find more walls to put them on. I chatted with people about the upcoming Worldcons in LA (Anaheim) & Montreal, and possible ones in Edmonton, Brisbane, and Dublin. It's doing to be a LONG time after LA before there's another one in the US, folks.
We stayed in Seattle for another week after Worldcon. One of the things I did was travel to West Seattle and have lunch with
gwyn under relaxed conditions, which was really nice. Then toward the weekend I went out toward Bellevue and stayed there for a few days, including finally meeting cruisedirector & her husband, after knowing them online for *decades*. It was great to see them at last, and their Home By The Lake, and to talk about life and fandom for a few hours.A plan to get together with a bunch of people from college got cancelled when the hostess came down with covid, but that just meant I had a bit more time to rest & write up a few things before getting Beth, dropping off the car, and heading back to the airport for a frankly exhausting trip back. Beth & I continue our NOVID record: we didn't mask *all* the time, just in most of the crowded situations (airport, airplane aka flying virus box, inside crowded rooms at con), on Whale Watch boat. Oh, we saw orcas! They were super cool, totally worth it.
The cat was *very* glad to see us. Mr Dr was, too: he did better at taking care of himself than he'd been last year, while still failing at some tasks.
Ysabet (umadoshi) wrote2025-09-08 05:20 pm
umadoshi) wrote2025-09-08 05:20 pm
Entry tags:
Quick and rather perfunctory reading catchup from last week
No proof-of-life post happened over the weekend, but I did get some reading done last week.
scruloose and I have started listening to Exit Strategy (Murderbot 4).
Fiction: I finished and enjoyed The Future of Another Timeline (Annalee Newitz) and now I'm reading Saint Death's Daughter (C.S.E. Cooney), and am maybe halfway through? This one has a lot of detail going on on the worldbuilding front, and after reading the first chapter or two one night and then not getting back to it for a couple of days, I had to go re-skim right from the beginning before carrying on, which is unusual. (A glance or two back, sure. Actually rereading the whole beginning? Not so much.)
Non-fiction: I finished Goblin Mode (McKayla Coyle) and can't say I got much out of it; I'm still reading Daniel Sherrell's Warmth: Coming of Age at the End of Our World.
scruloose and I have started listening to Exit Strategy (Murderbot 4).Fiction: I finished and enjoyed The Future of Another Timeline (Annalee Newitz) and now I'm reading Saint Death's Daughter (C.S.E. Cooney), and am maybe halfway through? This one has a lot of detail going on on the worldbuilding front, and after reading the first chapter or two one night and then not getting back to it for a couple of days, I had to go re-skim right from the beginning before carrying on, which is unusual. (A glance or two back, sure. Actually rereading the whole beginning? Not so much.)
Non-fiction: I finished Goblin Mode (McKayla Coyle) and can't say I got much out of it; I'm still reading Daniel Sherrell's Warmth: Coming of Age at the End of Our World.
trobadora (trobadora) wrote2025-09-08 05:35 pm
trobadora) wrote2025-09-08 05:35 pmDear FFFX writer
Dear ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fffx writer,
thank you so much for writing a gift for me! I'll be absolutely thrilled about anything you can create about the relationships or worldbuilding themes I requested. and everything important is in the requests themselves, but if you'd like even more info, general likes etc., here you go.
My AO3 account is![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
Trobadora, and it's set to welcome treats.
General Preferences
( Likes & Dislikes/DNWs )
Fandoms, relationships, worldbuilding
In somewhat alphabetical order - note that one of them is expanded compared to what's in the sign-up form:
Jump directly to:
( Christabel/Grimm crossover: Worldbuilding )
( 绅探 | Detective L: Huo Wensi/Luo Fei )
( Grimm/Guardian crossovers: )
( Nantucket Trilogy - S.M. Stirling: Kashtiliash & Raupasha )
( 长公主在上 | Eldest Princess On Top: Li Yunzhen/Gu Xuanqing )
fffx writer,thank you so much for writing a gift for me! I'll be absolutely thrilled about anything you can create about the relationships or worldbuilding themes I requested. and everything important is in the requests themselves, but if you'd like even more info, general likes etc., here you go.
My AO3 account is
General Preferences
( Likes & Dislikes/DNWs )
Fandoms, relationships, worldbuilding
In somewhat alphabetical order - note that one of them is expanded compared to what's in the sign-up form:
Jump directly to:
- Christabel/Grimm crossover: Worldbuilding
- 绅探 | Detective L: Huo Wensi/Luo Fei
- Grimm/Guardian (TV) crossover: Nick Burkhardt/Sean Renard/Juliette Silverton & Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, Worldbuilding - expanded
- Nantucket Trilogy - S.M. Stirling: Kashtiliash & Raupasha
- 长公主在上 | Eldest Princess On Top: Li Yunzhen/Gu Xuanqing
( Christabel/Grimm crossover: Worldbuilding )
( 绅探 | Detective L: Huo Wensi/Luo Fei )
( Grimm/Guardian crossovers: )
( Nantucket Trilogy - S.M. Stirling: Kashtiliash & Raupasha )
( 长公主在上 | Eldest Princess On Top: Li Yunzhen/Gu Xuanqing )
nemainofthewater (nemainofthewater) wrote2025-09-08 08:32 pm
nemainofthewater) wrote2025-09-08 08:32 pmEntry tags:
FFFX 2025 letter
Complete, 8/09/2025
Dearest Author,
Thank you so much for these crimes in advance! Please know that I will absolutely adore anything that you gift me and though I am going to provide more likes/dislikes and some general prompts further down, please feel free to combine prompts, or ignore them completely if you get inspired in a different direction! I’m Nemainofthewater on AO3 and most other fandom spaces.
Please go wild – I will literally adore anything that you make me. If you want to do something experimental (a series of drabbles, interactive fiction, art, etc…) I will be delighted to see it!
( Read more... )
Alis (alisx) wrote2025-09-08 03:29 pm
alisx) wrote2025-09-08 03:29 pmMonday @ 3:29 pm
Now taking guesses for what this is an ad for, under the censored/pixelated bit . . .
mecurtin (mecurtin) wrote2025-09-08 12:16 am
mecurtin) wrote2025-09-08 12:16 amEntry tags:
Two Purrcys!!
It's been a long time since I did Purrcy posts regularly, I'll try to get back into the habit, starting with #Caturday! When I got back from Worldcon + extra week in Seattle, Purrcy wasn't *terribly* demonstrative ... but he did try some new things, like just parking on the keyboard. No computer, only cat.
Love my face! said Purrcy, so I did.
There had to be so many scritches & pets & purrs & paws treading in the air before there could even be cat food or a first cup of coffee, because: priorities! And really, how could I disagree?
Love my face! said Purrcy, so I did.
There had to be so many scritches & pets & purrs & paws treading in the air before there could even be cat food or a first cup of coffee, because: priorities! And really, how could I disagree?
Alis (alisx) wrote2025-09-08 10:31 am
alisx) wrote2025-09-08 10:31 amMonday @ 10:31 am
Been getting slack on yoga these last few months and my hips have been complaining about it. So did my little routine yesterday; nothing super outrageous, just fifteen-/twenty-ish minutes of hip openers. Except now today my core is like HI WUT UP BITCHES??? and I’m like 
trobadora (trobadora) wrote2025-09-07 11:43 pm
trobadora) wrote2025-09-07 11:43 pmGuardian Slo-Mo Rewatch
I don't know where the day went, or the weekend. How is it almost midnight already?!
Anyway: Over atsid_guardian we've kicked off another rewatch - a slo-mo one this time, half an episode per week. And since we've already done the "take an epic amount of notes and write epic post" kind of rewatch, this one's going to be a bit more relaxed. *g*
Here's the first post, episode 1, part 1.
Anyway: Over at
sid_guardian we've kicked off another rewatch - a slo-mo one this time, half an episode per week. And since we've already done the "take an epic amount of notes and write epic post" kind of rewatch, this one's going to be a bit more relaxed. *g*Here's the first post, episode 1, part 1.