cuda: Tugging on his belt. (Jack and Cas in blue jeans)
This makes one week without the tumblr app. I made a couple necessary posts to keep up with previous commitments, but overall it hasn't been hard at all to avoid tumblr. In fact, I feel more motivated to write and the internal critic has been bothering me less while I'm working.

I still have commitments there, and friendships I value and want to keep. I think that it's critically important for me to limit my time on tumblr to just the evening, when I have my laptop on, in the same way and for many of the same reasons that I have all of my alcohol stored in a cabinet that can only be reached via stepstool. Easy access is a bad thing for me in both cases.

It's been a breath of fresh air to go tumblr-free. And the weather has finally started improving. Things are - in cautious estimation - looking up.
cuda: An Orange Cuda (Default)
Title: First Impressions
Characters:
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rose Tyler, with brief appearances by Castiel, Gwen Cooper, Jack Harkness, the Ninth Doctor and Martha Jones.
Summary:
Adopted by the Sidhe as a teenager, Dean Winchester goes out into the world again for the first time with his trusty elvensteed named "Baby" and his adoptive brother "Sam" (Samanderil, a young Sidhe orphan raised alongside Dean at Singer's Grove). They're on their way to Torchwood Grove, hopefully to find work in the rough world of the SouthWest Road Racing Association.

Their first impression isn't exactly what they'd hoped for.

Notes: Written for Fanwork Friday - this time the theme was 'species switch.' I got a crack idea to crossover one of my favorite urban fantasy worlds (from the SERRAted Edge novels by Mercedes Lackey) with SuperWho. The end is a bit rushed, but I got wind of this challenge a little late and wanted to make sure the story was as complete as possible for Friday. Also, I'm mean to Ianto again. I know, I'm really sorry.

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Baby made a decent imitation of a V8 Chevy small block. The sound didn't belong to an actual motor, so Dean couldn't call himself a completely satisfied customer. An actual motor would mean it was a car and not a magical construct, though. A car wasn't sentient enough to save his ass on its own steam. Plus, a real Chevy Impala would be a gas hog and contained enough steel to rip the very foundations of Underhill... well... asunder, for lack of a less Seeleighe-court word.

Dean was kinda tired of Seeleighe-court words. It was his first unchaperoned trip out of Underhill since he'd been brought there as a teenager, and for years he'd been chafing to get the hell out of Dodge.

Well, 'unchaperoned' was open to interpretation.

"I thought you wanted a Mustang," Sam ran both hands along the upholstry as their wheels left the grassy downs of Ellen's keep and touched down on solid pavement. Underhill snapped closed behind them like a coin purse, and they were alone in a wilderness of New Mexico cliffs.

Dean shrugged. "Changed my mind. The pun was horrible, I'd never keep a straight face."

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cuda: Castiel from Supernatural (castiel)
Brought on by the wee one selling Girl Scout cookies tonight.

Castiel has a thing for citrus flavors. Someone, somewhere introduces him to Lemonades... delicious shortbread cookies with lemon frosting on the undersides. Once he discovers where these cookies come from and how to procure them for himself, Castiel makes it a point never to pass by a Girl Scout selling cookies so he can snag a box of Lemonades.

And he rarely shares. If you get a Lemonade from Castiel, that's like getting a phoenix to give you one of its feathers.

I can just see him sitting in the back of the Impala, blissfully munching his cookies until Sam turns around to look at him. And then for a split second he mentally mantles over the box in his lap until it's obvious that Sam doesn't want to take his cookies.

Sam cottons on, of course, and does it occasionally just for the face Castiel makes at him when he does it.

Bonus headcanon: Castiel tries to give the Winchesters cookies from the back seat to make them stop fighting.
cuda: An Orange Cuda (Default)
So this requires backstory, but I'm participating in my third art gallery showing this year! I promise there will be backstory eventually.

Anyway, I've had some okay luck with selling prints and original artwork pieces. Through the gallery I've also taken and completed my first ever professional commission, which wasn't a bad experience as I've heard (and seen) commissions go for other folks. I don't think I'll be doing that very often though for the stress factor.

I'm hiding in my studio for the moment, just to catch my breath. It's been a really, really busy day and kind of a frantic week, but I have Friday off and [personal profile] amberdark and I are headed out of town for the weekend. Hopefully I can get some of my writing done... I have a piece I really really want to get to a stopping point tonight so I can submit it for SuperWhoLock the Comic's Fanwork Friday.

Damn, just had a weird moment of deja vu.

On the plus side, I made some really delicious cider for the gallery tour, and got a gorgeous chocolate cupcake with a cookie dough ball inside. 
cuda: (exercise fail)
Listen to the story on The Moth.org here

This is my favorite story from The Moth radio hour. I listened to it again tonight and remembered why, and wanted to share.It’s a true story about coming of age, sex, and… dead bodies.

"Bleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaagh."
cuda: An Orange Cuda (Default)
 On tumblr hiatus, indefinitely. That shit's making me crazy. Uninstalled my tumblr app tonight, which will at least save me a chunk of data plan to use somewhere else. If I can get back to a normal level of self worth and confidence in my own writing, I'll go back.
cuda: Jack Harkness from Torchwood (Jack Harkness troubled)
I've been mainlining watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer since early last year and I've finally almost finished Season 5. I just survived the Buffy!bot episode (I am so, so glad the characters reacted to that the way they did, that was really really disgusting and obscene, and I'm also glad they addressed the possibility that the AI might have feelings and that there was an established quandary from the previous episode about the robot girlfriend.) and I read the episode summary for the next one.

Nope. Nope nope nope.

I don't think I'm ready to lose Tara or to watch Willow go Dark Side. I know it's coming, but I am not ready.

But I also have to add that Tara and Willow have amazing chemistry. The actresses and/or directors and writers get kudos for making the relationship tangibly intimate, even though they're rarely allowed even low-level physical affection. Considering the standards of the day, I feel that love. Thus, I want to cry and cling to it right now.

EDIT:
This was not the episode I thought it was going to be. It was still miserable, but it wasn't Tara's last, so at least there's that.

But still. Poor Tara, man.
cuda: An Orange Cuda (Default)
I'm going to at least halfheartedly try blogging again.

Back in the old, busy days of Livejournal, I blogged because I needed to. I was still living with my parents, struggling to understand my sexuality, and hiding all of my interests from ridicule. I won't say I'm 100% better, but I do have different priorities. Positive encouragement has done a great job of helping me be more open about who I am and what I like. So I don't necessarily need a secret place to go pour all of my bottled-up self anymore.

But it would be nice to write every day again. Just re-establishing the habit of writing regularly could help me get past some major stumbling blocks in my fiction. Besides just sitting down and writing the damn fiction already.

So here goes. I will be checking DW more regularly while the SPN/TW kink meme is going on, which means I'll remember this is here. With any luck I'll have a little habit established again soon.

The other thing about blogging here is that content is relatively easy to lock down, in as much as anything on the internet ever is. It's more time-consuming for someone to take my posts here, add their own opinion or condemnation, and spread them. Tumblr, unfortunately, reinforced the belief that I needed to keep things hidden unless I was prepared to let everyone have a venue to come at me. Don't get me wrong, I still like Tumblr, but I'd like to have a little more control over my personal content than I do there. I'd also like to engage more in dialog rather than have people I don't know talk AT me, in a venue that makes it almost impossible to respond without feeling like I'm just trying to get more attention.

Meh.

So, blog.
cuda: Dom and Brian (Dom/Brian)
But to Understand the Future, We Have to Go Back in Time
Brian/Dom, NC-17, 863 Words
No major warnings this time around. Pretty much just fun making out on a car. 'Cause really, why not?

Dom figured he had a right to be smug. Brian's ego was based on the fact that he could do anything with an import car. Though good natured about it, he regularly needled Dom about 'not getting with the program.' He approached Dom's preferences for Detroit muscle as a weird religious practice or a stubborn cling to tradition. Dom was pretty sure Brian knew better - just teased Dom about it because it was a chink he deliberately left open for prodding. But today Dom's old-world knowledge turned out to be Brian's saving grace. Bits and pieces of import cars had a few vestigials leftover from old Detroit, like leopard spots on the occasional housecat.

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cuda: An Orange Cuda (Default)
YAAAAAAAY OMG *flailly dance!*

Posted on the community here!

If you're into SuperWho, there's lots of good stories there.
cuda: Jack Harkness from Torchwood and Castiel from Supernatural, about to kiss (jack and castiel romance)
Title: Play It Again Jack
Author: [personal profile] cuda
Artist: [livejournal.com profile] xnoventumx
Characters/Pairings: Castiel/Captain Jack Harkness, some past Ianto/Captain Jack Harkness, mentions of past Angelo/Captain Jack, a little unrequited Castiel/Dean. Characters include: Rex Matheson, Martha Jones, The Winchesters, Ninth & Tenth Doctors, Rose Tyler, Torchwood 3 Team, and others from Supernatural and Torchwood. If you're a Clive Cussler fan, there's a little bit in here for you, too!
Fandoms: Supernatural, Torchwood, Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13 for a little sexuality, some violence, and some language.
Word Count: 41,676 words
Disclaimer: This work was not created for any profit. I do not claim ownership of any of these characters, worlds, or various television shows.
Warnings: Some canonical character deaths are mentioned, but not in detail.
Spoilers: VERY VERY SPOILERY for Torchwood, covers a lot of canon material all the way through Children of Earth and Miracle Day. Also spoilers for Supernatural up through the first two episodes of season 7. Story canon diverges from there.

Summary: Set after Miracle Day Torchwood, and current Supernatural Season 7 canon (disregarding anything that happens to Castiel following episode 2). Captain Jack Harkness is in the process of re-forming Torchwood on the west coast with the remnants of his team. A dire threat to the future of humanity has arrived on Earth without his knowledge and worse yet? They're looking for him. Jack is rescued short of catastrophe by Castiel. Claims to be an angel of the Lord, but all Jack knows for sure is that he's pushy, arrogant, humorless, and more buttoned up than the Royal Guard on parade day. Thus Jack finds himself on the Highway to Hell (or really, Kansas) on a mission to defeat a quasi-biblical, ferociously hungry race called "the Leviathan," change history and save the world. Again. ...Or was it for the fifth time? Maybe the seventh? Whatever. All he knows is that his directive explicitly forbids flirting.

This? This is going to be no fun. At all.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Epilogue

Mirror on Ao3: HERE

Link to art master post: HERE
cuda: (exercise fail)
I'm trying to take completely nonsensical concepts from Minecraft and turn them into some sort of mythos with underlying reasons that I can apply to this fic in order to write myself out of a corner.

Clearly I need to go to bed.

Because really. Minecraft.

In other news, will be posting my SuperWho Big Bang fic soon! It's already all posted under super secret journal lock, I've just got to go through and add all the bells and whistles. It's certainly going up on Ao3 afterward.
cuda: Tenth Doctor, played by David Tenant, pointing his screwdriver, which is glowing. (Tenth Doctor)
Play It Again Jack, Epilogue
The Bit That Never Happened (Or Maybe It Did)
(But if it had, it would have happened in October of 2011, outside Crowley's lair)
Martha


"Rules, my ass," Martha said to the man leaning against a telephone box in the middle of the pines, "that was direct intervention and you know it."

The Doctor crossed his arms and tipped his head thoughtfully. "We-ell, possibly. But then again, maybe it wasn't. Those rules, well," the arms uncrossed again, hands flashing restlessly, "they're more like guidelines, anyway."

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cuda: Jack Harkness from Torchwood and Castiel from Supernatural, about to kiss (jack and castiel romance)
Play It Again Jack, Part 7
December 11, 2012
Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic.
Jack


"Tell me again," Rex crossed his arms to bundle himself up tighter in his parka. His breath smoked contrails off the side of the ship, "what the hell are we doing out here? If you want to dump a body, there's warmer places to do it. I could name you five, right now."

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cuda: Captain John Hart in a bar (Captain John Hart)
Play It Again Jack, Part 6

Stars filled my vision, one horizon to the other. I took a deep breath and sat up, and the distant rosy glow of city lights swam into view.

Where was I?

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cuda: Jack Harkness from Torchwood (Jack Harkness troubled)
Play It Again Jack, Part 5

Gwen knew not to call. She had my number, of course - in more ways than one - but she had a family to protect. Until we made some progress with the Three Families, the entire world population was a potential threat.

So when Gwen called, somewhere between Breckenridge and Silverthorne, I got a little tense.

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cuda: Castiel from Supernatural (angel sarcasm)
Play It Again Jack, Part 4

As far as I understand it, Henderson, Nevada is the place to live if you want to be in Las Vegas but at the same time you're sort of annoyed by... well... Vegas. It's filled with ritzy estates and expensive condominiums, along with the usual pretentious coffee bars and boutiques. I'm sure plenty of decent people live there too - after all, Angelo Colasanto lived there. He had his faults, but he wasn't a bad guy when I knew him.

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cuda: Castiel from Supernatural (wary castiel)
Play It Again Jack, Part 3
Present Day
Jack


I'll never know how all this would have played out without intervention. The Doctor, Castiel, me - we'd all had a hand in it by then, whether we knew it or not. Maybe it was supposed to be fiddled with. Maybe time's like a half-finished song that way. It just waits around for someone to tweak the harmony just right, until the whole thing's so beautiful it breaks your heart.

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cuda: (The Doctor and The Captain)
Play It Again Jack, Part 2
April 29, 2011 - London
Rose


Rose hadn't known the Doctor very long. They'd had a few adventures together, but the whole thing seemed a bit of a lark yet. He liked her, she was rather sure of that, and she certainly had more fun with him than she'd had in her previous nineteen years of living. The daring leather jacket, the air of mystery, the whole flying-through-space bit… maybe she was still waiting to wake up.

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cuda: Jack Harkness from Torchwood and Castiel from Supernatural, about to kiss (jack and castiel romance)
Play It Again, Jack
A SuperWho Big Bang Fic

Author's Notes: I could not, absolutely could not have finished this story without the help of my two favorite people on the planet. First, thank you to my girl, [personal profile] amberdark, for her brilliance, her patience, her encouragement, and her willingness to both give up time so I could write and put up with my incessant babbling. And second, thank you to my wingsister and beta [personal profile] touchofstrange whose formidable knowledge of the Whoniverse and Supernatural literally saved this fic a few times. Without you ladies, this story would still just be a lot of questions and half-finished ideas.

A MASSIVE thank you to Ash ([livejournal.com profile] xnoventumx) for signing up to be my artist! It was short notice and you are fantastically awesome for putting up with my frenzied emails. I hope you had fun! And I hope the story didn't give you a massive headache.

And last - but certainly not least! - to my SuperWho (and by extension, SuperWood and SuperWhoLock) Tumblr family. HEY! HEY GUYS! We've made our own damn fandom! You keep me supplied with screencaps, art, gifts, photosets, videos, theme songs, and ideas. Without you, I'd still be writing Castiel/Jack slash in a corner by myself. EVERYTHING IS SUPERWHO AND NOTHING HURTS.




Like sexuality, boarding school rules and paperclips, time can be bent. Since you're talking to me, I'm pretty sure you know that already. It can be twisted, folded back on itself, sliced apart and sewn together. For being intangible, it's one of the most readily manipulated substances in the universe. Right up there with water and a Traxxian after a few cocktails.

Kidding, kidding. The cocktails are optional.

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