Jan. 1st, 2011

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Pushing my head up out of the toxic morass of this hangover for long enough to say:

The story I received, And They Lie Very Still is by Elspeth Vimes whose LJ is either not listed on AO3 or else I'm just not finding it because guys, hangovers make me super stupid.

I adore this story for many, many reasons. It's about robots (you should read PLUTO, if you haven't already) and the ways they are like people, and the ways they are people, and the ways in which they really really aren't.

This is my favorite part:

She plastered on a grin that Helena had seen enough times to recognize as false. “I don't know what we'd do without you, Helena.”

Helena mirrored the woman's expression. “I'm happy to help.”


I wrote two stories this year. My assignment was for [livejournal.com profile] amanuensis1. The fandom was The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly. She said, "Go on, slash The Good and The Ugly. Make me believe it." So I did my best.

Nothing Personal

This was a tough one - I ended up with something a lot rawer than I expected, but given that Tuco is basically one big exposed Id, that's probably appropriate. In any case, I'm happy with it.

It's about Tuco (the "Ugly") and Blondie ("The Good"), and when I was writing it, I kept thinking about how the two of them are like kids pulling each others pigtails in this sort of primitive form of flirtation, except instead of pinches and hair-pulling, it's a series of increasingly brutal almost-murders. But there is this weird subliminal dedication or loyalty or fascination that seems to be driving it, and that's pretty much what my story is about.

This is my favorite part:

“Hey Blondie,” he says, looking over. Blondie’s staring into the fire, looking like his mind is a million miles away. “I been thinking.”

“Oh?” Blondie’s voice is softer than usual, slow with booze. He doesn’t take his gaze from the fire, but his head tips to one side lazily. That’s one thing Tuco really likes about Blondie - it’s always fun to watch him loosen up after a few drinks. Those long limbs go all sprawled and even his soft hair gets floppier.


The other story I wrote was a pinch hit for [livejournal.com profile] partly. This one was for Live Free or Die Hard, a fandom near and dear to my heart.

The Day is Saved

She wanted something canon-compliant and gen, featuring Matt and John and Lucy. I was only too happy to oblige, and the result is a post-movie story about how it gets kind of wearying to be a tremendous badass all the time. This story was fun to write - I loved writing Lucy, especially. I heart her.

This is my favorite part:

“Everyone drop your weapons or Santa gets it!” Lucy screamed.

There was a pause, then one of the elves started crying.

This is my other favorite part:

When Lucy woke up the next morning, Matt was still at his desk, having broken through the firewall of a huge Russian-mafia financed spam operation and ended up in a hacking war with someone named Georg who thought he was hot shit.

He wasn’t bad, Matt admitted, when all the appliances in his kitchen started whirring to the tune of the Russian National Anthem as performed by the Red Army Choir.

“Matt, what the hell?” Lucy said from the couch.

“Just a sec,” Matt said, and spent the next thirty minutes breaking into the Russian Air Force’s systems, reprogramming an experimental Sukhoi PAK FA fighter jet to operate on autopilot with a semi-autonomous AI of his own construction. He christened it “Little Matty II” and sent it on its way to Georg to settle the matter once and for all.


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