My ficlet: I is for Incarnate

Jun. 12th, 2025 06:15 pm
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Title: I is for Incarnate
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Rating: Gen
Notes: Angst, part 3 of Time Loop: Reichenbach, set during "The Final Problem, this is a linked series of ficlets in which Watson relives Reichenbach based on theories collated in The Annotated Sherlock Holmes about what happened on that day.
Length: 500
Characters: Holmes & Watson & Moriarty & Moran
Prompt: timid
Warning: Major Character Death, elements of the supernatural
Summary: Watson wakes up on 4 May 1891 in Switzerland with Holmes and discovers Moriarty more than what he seems.

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how are you doing?

Jun. 13th, 2025 08:14 am
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I'm thinking of you guys and praying for you.

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Anne Hathaway by Carol Ann Duffy

Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed…
(from Shakespeare’s will)

The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas
where he would dive for pearls. My lover’s words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights I dreamed he’d written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love –
I hold him in the casket of my widow’s head
as he held me upon that next best bed.

My poem & Rilke

Jun. 12th, 2025 03:17 pm
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So I am a week behind on my 52 poem challenge. Last week the prompt was to write a poem about a famous person (who is dead) and the focus is on a small incident in their lives. So I chose Rilke and found an anecdote about how he had received a business letter and was composing a response, pacing near the castle where he was staying, and the first line of the first of the Duino Elegies came to him. So that's what I wrote about.


Dear Sir: Regarding a matter which requires your urgent attention... by okapi

The letter arrived in the morning post.
The envelope was dull, the lettering
was careful and upright. The poet sighed.
He slit the shroud, unfolded the dead words,
and read and sighed again. It must be deal with.
Sums would be required. On paper too fine
for the purpose, he began then stopped, stood,
and left, marching from castle to bastions
overlooking the sea, he paced the length,
back and forth, as the strong bora wind blew,
his mind was full of numbers and figures,
back and forth, he paced, back and forth until—
he heard it
on the roar—
“Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’
hierarchies
?”
by nightfall, there would be a birth, a verse
long-awaited as well as a piece
of correspondence, dull, careful, upright
left unanswered on the edge of a desk.


---

And here is the first stanza of the first elegy of the Duino Elegies

from The First Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke [trans. Stephen Mitchell}

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies?
and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:
I would be consumed in that overwhelming existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure,
and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.
And so I hold myself back and swallow the call-note of my dark sobbing.
Ah, whom can we ever turn to in our need?
Not angels, not humans, and already the knowing animals are aware
that we are not really at home in our interpreted world.
Perhaps there remains for us some tree on a hillside, which every day we can take into our vision;
there remains for us yesterday's street and the loyalty of a habit so much at ease
when it stayed with us that it moved in and never left.
Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces.
Whom would it not remain for--that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence,
which the solitary heart so painfully meets.
Is it any less difficult for lovers?
But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.
Don't you know yet?
Fling the emptiness out of your arms into the spaces we breathe;
perhaps the birds will feel the expanded air with more passionate flying.

BtVS Fic: Out Of The Shadows

Jun. 12th, 2025 06:54 pm
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Title: Out Of The Shadows
Fandom: BtVS
Author: 
[personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Angel, Buffy.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to and including I Will Remember You.
Summary: The shadows have always meant safety for Angel.
Word Count: 1005
Written For: 
[personal profile] cornerofmadness’s prompt ‘Buffyverse, Angel + any, he's lived so long in the shadows,’ at [community profile] comment_fic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BTVS, or the characters.
 


 

Ficlet: Bad Judgement

Jun. 12th, 2025 06:46 pm
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Title: Bad Judgement

Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, OCs, Jack.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 595
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Not only does he have a terrible bedside manner, but Owen Harper really is his own worst enemy at times.
Written For: [personal profile] sarajayechan’s prompt ‘any, any, a “quit your whining and get a hold of yourself” slap makes things worse’, at [community profile] threesentenceficathon.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.


 
 

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Jun. 12th, 2025 01:06 pm
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He, She and It

Jun. 12th, 2025 04:06 pm
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I read Woman On The End of Time by Marge Piercey and found it very interesting, but felt it was more a treatise on the inequalities of society than a story.

He, She and It suffered from similar issues for me.

It's set in 2059, in a world where society has collapsed and several giant corporations have emerged to run and control everything.

The start of the actual story, where protagonist Shira loses custody of her two-year-old son and her ex-husband then takes him off-planet, was relatable and affecting, but didn't seem connected to the futuristic setting at all.

And around that was a huge amount of history, philosophy, world-building, politics, and heavy descriptive detail, which had some clever and fascinating aspects, but was very dense and took up about 75% of the narrative in the first few tens of pages.

When I found myself not wanting to read it, even in a doctor's waiting room when I had nothing else to do, I decided it was time to give up on it unfortunately.
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Garth stared at the person, and he could tell that they had the body of a woman but much shorter than he was. Behind the mud and what looked like entrails that adorned her body, she looked nervous, darting her eyes around the room. Yet when he looked into her eyes, he saw excitement.

“Hello, I’m um,” he says, trailing off to remember his own name. It had been days since he’d even spoken out loud, even before the outbreak the most he’d ever say was the occasional swear whenever he got killed in his games, and that was to nobody. “I’m Garth. And who are you?”

Garth held his hand out for the woman to shake it, but she ignored the gesture.

“You can call me Scout, on account of my role back at the camp.”

“That’s a funny name, what was your name before?” Garth asked her, feeling his shoulders untense.

“Oh, I used to be known as Harper,” she said. “But then the world died, and Harper died with it. Once I found the other survivors in the park, I was reborn into this brand-new world.”

Garth nodded and noticed the bags hanging off her shoulders. They were empty.

“You looking for supplies or something, for this camp of yours?” Garth asked. Scout nodded as a reply.

“I was fixing to loot a few units in this building, and then I saw you sneaking your way down Main,” she said.

“Well I’ve been living off of food in a nearby complex and needed somewhere else, do you mind if I loot with you?”

Scout laughed. Garth couldn’t remember the last time he had heard such a noise. Perhaps it was one of those last days he had seen Margaret, he had fumbled over his words accepting her plate of cookies and she burst out with a short cackle.

“I’d be happy to let you accompany me Garth,” she said. “Actually, if you’re looking for somewhere to stay, I can bring you to the camp. We always have need for more scouts.”

Garth felt himself relax and smile at the words coming out of Scout’s mouth. While Garth had been unarmed, relying on his environment to serve as an aide to his untrained melee fighting style, Scout carried a slender crowbar coated in all kinds of mud and blood. The elevator is out of power, but the overhead lights still flicker, so the new duo begin climbing the dark, desolate stairwell to the third floor.

Unlike the luxury condominiums, this building was flush with groans. One door had been broken out of its frame, only hanging on by the locking chain. Only a couple of zombies meandered through the hallway and the opened- or busted- doorways into the apartments. Most of the groaning and moaning came from behind secure doors. Scout attempted to turn the handle of one and created a sound loud enough to attract the attention of several zombies that were undoubtedly hiding behind it.

The onslaught of groaning further attracted the wanderers’ attention, and Scout and Garth prepared to fight. Before any of them got close, Scout ran up to the nearest one- a few doors down- and beat its skull in with her chosen weapon. The zombie collapsed in a heap. Garth also advanced but was intercepted by one of the wanderers leaving the unit. Garth ducked out of the way and managed to work his way behind the zombie. Before it had a chance to turn around, he kicked the back of its knee, and it fell prone. With a heavy stomp, Garth crushed its skull into the laminate floor.

Garth looked up from his dispatched corpse to see that Scout had taken down another three zombies in the time he had handled the one.

“Maybe I should get me one of those,” he said, nodding at the crowbar. She nods and then puts a finger to her lips.

Together, Garth and Scout systematically looted each apartment they entered. Non-perishable food, first aid supplies, even toiletries and clean clothes. After a couple of hours of looting, all their bags were nearly full. The final unit they entered was very clean. The door had been locked from the outside they had surmised, as no chain was holding the door shut. Whoever had lived here had left and hadn’t had a chance to return.

After a quick sweep of the kitchen for food, Scout headed into the closets and bathrooms for medicine, Garth began looking through the bedrooms for clothes they could use. He entered the first bedroom, and the walls were lined with signed photos of drag queens and the closet held an array of men’s and women’s clothing. Garth sorted through the racks for any thick fabrics, like wool or corduroy, and found quite a lot. He turned around to pack the material away into his bag and saw a sleek portable gaming console. His own setup had been left behind at his apartment, and without it Garth had found himself bored to the point of meditating and reading himself to sleep. His bags were full, but they were full of so many clothes, surely the camp wouldn’t miss a few wool sweaters for a bit. Plus, they could always return with more bags- or more people even- they could clear the whole building for themselves.

Garth took out some of the thinner fabrics he had packed away from previous units and threw the console and its charger into the bag, hiding them underneath the overalls and coats and sweaters. Scout entered the bedroom, waving her heavy bag loaded with painkillers and canned food, indicating that it was full, and they needed to leave. As they descended the stairwell, Garth found himself lagging just a few steps behind Scout. Probably for the best, since she knew how to find the camp.

12.06.2025 (1): A Coarsening

Jun. 12th, 2025 09:42 pm
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I really don't like what I've become this past few weeks: tired, cranky, ungenerous with my students and everyone else.Read more... )
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Murder, I say!! Lol. A few panels under the cut, so spoilers for a few scenes but not really plot stuff.

MURDER! A.k.a., fatal doses of polyshipper catnip XD )
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Navigation Button - Weekly Drabbles

Title: Crypt Hunting
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: [personal profile] veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S4, some time between eps. 4x12 “A New Man” and 4x13 “The I in Team”
Summary: Spike has finally found a crypt to live in.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Challenge: #481 Charity by [community profile] fan_flashworks
Challenge: [June 10 out of 20] charity - dangerous - hunting - sick - tired by [community profile] sweetandshort
Crossposted: Sunnydale After Dark


Crypt Hunting )
 

Community Thursday

Jun. 12th, 2025 06:34 am
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Community Thursday challenge: every Thursday, try to make an effort to engage with a community on Dreamwidth, whether that's posting, commenting, promoting, etc.


Over the last week...

Chit-chat on [community profile] bnha_fans.

Signal boosts:

  • [community profile] worderlands' next event at the end of the month will be a daily 3-sentence flash fiction challenge. I know a few people in my circles enjoy that kind of event!

Write Every Day Day 12

Jun. 12th, 2025 12:32 am
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I think this realization is an important one.


Noodled on the new Hazbin thing trying to get it there by Friday’s deadline, made 1200 words so good job me.


Let me know what day you’re reporting in for. If I've missed you on the tally let me know. Feel free to jump in at any time.
Day eleven - [personal profile] china_shop, [personal profile] cornerofmadness, [personal profile] badly_knitted, [personal profile] nafs, [personal profile] luzula, [personal profile] cmk418, [personal profile] trobadora, [personal profile] sylvanwitch, [personal profile] carenejeans, [personal profile] ysilme, [personal profile] goddess47,


other days )
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Jun. 11th, 2025 09:15 pm
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Hey, y'know what really sucks when you're trying to ride out a headache of any kind? Fire alarms being repeatedly set off so inspectors can make sure they're working in every apartment. Peppercorn wasn't happy about it either, poor thing, but at least I was here for her.

Yeah, I ended up calling out again. Woke up with awful pain even though it was ebbing by last night. It faded before too terribly long to more of a pressure but that pressure was right behind my eyes. I could hardly see, never mind focus my vision. It's too bad since I felt well enough to go in for a half day but looking at things, especially on a computer screen, is kinda most of my job, lol. Took a nap and woke up with my eyes clear but it was too late to bother by then. At least I know I'm good to go for tomorrow.

Not really the point of being home but I was able to get some crochet done even when my eyes were wonky and that helped me to feel less restless. I've started working on turning those leftover mini-skeins into a blanket like I talked about. I think I might get some doll/plushie clothes out of them too. I forgot how much I like some of these colors, tbh, even if I no longer like the yarn itself. Gonna have to try to find similar options in a better quality product.
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For the start of Pride month, a sticker from NerdyKeppie's "Proud to the Bone 2" pin collection.


And my tiny printout of the show flyer, since we don't get hard copy tickets anymore.

(It's a bit hard to write this from the perspective of it being the week Before, but I'm trying.)

This was a fairly busy week! It was a good week, and I made it through the first big rush of busy, but still feel like I have a lot to catch up on. FastCAT, the gardens, and the concert were all really good. Work was average to fine. I do hope to do more reading and writing next week, since it feels like that's where progress is most stagnant.

Goals for the week:

  • I did post my book reviews for May
  • I started, but didn't finish, catching up on DW
  • I watered my plants
  • I read more of Maeve Fly
  • I did my [community profile] getyourwordsout check-in: 1666 words written in May, bringing the ytd total to 58483
  • We went to the Botanic Gardens with my mom and Taylor
  • We did Bella's FastCAT
  • I talked to mom and saw her briefly on her birthday
  • We went to the Aesthetic Perfection show
  • I wrote up and posted my June writing goals
  • I printed off some short stories for my mom
  • I put my laundry away
  • I still haven't cancelled the dentist appointment
  • I still didn't make it to the bank
  • I still didn't finish part 3 of the snowflake outline
  • Alex did get rent paid

Tracked habits:

  • Work - 5/7
  • Household Maintenance - 3/7
  • Physical Activity - 3/7
  • Wrote 500/1000+ Words - 2/7 - one day of over 1000, one day of over 500
  • Wrote on 2nd+ Draft - 0/7
  • Meta Work - 5/7
  • Personal Writing - 5/7
  • Other Creative Things - 3/7
  • Reading - 6/7 - mostly I started reading Maeve Fly, and read some Duma Key with Alex
  • Attention to Media - 7/7 - Sunday I had some youtube in the background at work; Monday half-watched some exploration videos; Tuesday had storm chasing and abandoned place videos in the background; Wednesday was more storm chasing in the background; Thursday we watched some storm chasing (they found an impressive tornado!) and I listened to music (mostly Aesthetic Perfection in preparation for the show on Friday); Friday we went to the concert; Saturday listened to music (mostly Whorticulture, Solar Fake, and Aesthetic Perfection.)
  • Video Games - 0/7
  • Social Interaction - 5/7

Total words written: 4712 on my book reviews and writing plans

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I am still very sad, and I'm trying to strike the balance between "being gentle with myself" and "wallowing."

The urge to slap CVS into next week

Jun. 11th, 2025 09:57 pm
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So I went to pick up an ungodly amount of meds from the cvs near the parents' they texted me yesterday about 2 that it was too early to fill. I get there and get the others but NOT my toujeo insulin. Where is this?
CVS - um it's on hold
Me - you texted me about everything else why not this?
CVS - we don't know
Me - WHY is it on hold?
CVS - you have to get in another line to ask that question

Me- goes to other line, muttering

CVS - we don't know WHY it's on hold
Me - is it covered because my insurance keeps threatening to kick this one out of formulary.
CVS -yes, we can fill it now or do you want to come back?
Me - i live 18 miles away. FILL IT (took them over an hour to manage it which should be a good thing because they didn't have the humalog yesterday. You know the most common insulin out there)


I keep saying I'll be doing a pride month book rec and I keep failing so here have all the LGBT books I've read this year (amazon links, no covers because I'm tired and in pain)

Books:

Under This Red Rock YA, horror/mystery, heavy on mental health issues


Disco Witches of Fire Island magic realism 1980s so this is steeped in both the casual sex scene and the horrors of the rise of AIDS (so this is not really a happy story)

Graphic Novels

Carmilla: The First Vampire Chinese-American retelling of Carmilla (in two volumes)


The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich fantasy rom-com

here.Les Normaux: A Dark and Dreamy Tale of Forbidden Love, Dare to Be Seduced by the Supernatural (Les Normaux, 1) supernatural romance webtoon

Earthdivers, Vol. 1: Kill Columbus


If you have questions or want to chat about any of them please do


What I Just Finished Reading:

The Witch's Orchard by Archer Sullivan PI mystery very much enjoyed this (no having the sleuth do something stupid to get in danger!)

West By God - horror, this was...honestly it could have been a journalist mystery without any supernatural elements and been better for it.


What I am Currently Reading:

Anima rising - a good reads Frankenstein retelling giveaway win but also real person fanfic of Klimt and others and so far it's not great.

Dark Entry - a short suspense/horror novel I got last year

A Spell to Wake the Dead - a YA horror arc that is...good but man one of the main characters I want to drop in the ocean


What I Plan to Read Next: Something for the popsugar challenge probably or one of the books I won from Goodreads
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