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Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
99% of my fic is here. A few other random fics are here.
Oh this should be fun...*g*
mizzy2k (natch):Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
99% of my fic is here. A few other random fics are here.
Oh this should be fun...*g*
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Predictable Sarah Is Predictable!
12/8/12 17:23 (UTC)“You smell…familiar.” The voice in his ear was British and male, nobody he recognized. Nate cried out in pain as his right arm was twisted up behind his back, pushed almost to the point of breaking. “Like somebody who shouldn’t be walking around sane.”
There was a sickening sound of bone grinding against bone; a moment later Nate felt his attacker’s hot breath against his neck and the feather-light brush of a pair of fang-points. “She didn’t taste you here, though. Smell’s not strong enough.” The vampire leaned into him, pressing himself full length against Nate’s back. “Lower…”
“Let me go,” Nate growled. He tried to push back against the vampire’s weight, but even though they were comparable in size, his attacker was considerably stronger and had him in a perfect joint lock. Nate really didn’t feel like nursing a broken arm when this was all over, but he was rapidly approaching the point where if he could get away with his life and his humanity intact, he would call it a win.
“Now why would I do that?” The vampire’s left hand skimmed across Nate’s hip and down to grip his inner thigh. “There we are. Right there – you were bitten by my Black Goddess.”
“My daughter’s a Slayer,” Nate growled, trying desperately to ignore the fact that his attacker was now unmistakably aroused. “You don’t want to fuck with that.”
“This coat I’m wearing, mate? Took it off the body of the second Slayer I killed.” Fang-points brushed against his jugular this time. “Lucky for you I’ve given up killing humans, but you smell too good for me to pass up a taste.”
Nate had already braced himself for the sharp stinging pain of teeth penetrating his flesh, when he heard the answer to his prayers. “Wow – B’s right. You guys with the whole smelling people thing? It’s kinda gross.”
Re: Predictable Sarah Is Predictable!
12/8/12 19:03 (UTC)As such, while I was doing
Spike was the perfect vehicle to explore this, not only because of his connection to Drusilla, but because having killed two Slayers and currently being on speaking terms with a whole bunch of others he would be *exactly* the type of vampire to laugh at "my daughter's a Slayer".
From a purely shallow standpoint, I *desperately* wanted to take this story in an entirely different direction. Nate pinned face first against a wall, Spike crowded in close, one hand clamped down on his inner thigh, getting ready to bite...this is a whole buffet of my kinks spread out for feasting right here.
And I don't even like Spike without Drusilla!
Re: Predictable Sarah Is Predictable!
16/8/12 13:14 (UTC)But the explanation of the emotion there - having that consistent protection in the Slayer threat - makes this work all the better!
Unpredictable Addy is also Predictable, Sigh
12/8/12 18:18 (UTC)Got into Boston last night. Went to roof of IYS building to visit our special spot. Found empty whiskey bottle, but some birk scratched our names out and carved “Nate & Sophie 4Ever” on the parapet. Pretty sure it was Spencer.
Day Fifty-Two:
Went to McRory's to track down Ford. Ran into Italian bird with bad accent in the parking lot. She told me that she's using Ford to go after Damien Moreau. Or maybe she said that she was looking for a nice Bordeaux?
I don't think I was drunk that time. Might be wrong though.
Day Fifty-Five:
Found out my credit rating's been slashed. I've also been enrolled in the Hair of the Month Club. And the Fruit of the Month Club. And the Pet of the Month Club.
Day Sixty-Three:
Learned from watching Dr. Phil that I may be engaging in self-destructive behavior. I need to be bold and assertive. I need to set clear boundaries and state exactly what I want. Followed Ford to Nashville, intending to do just that. Sick of him playing hard to get. He needs to understand I'm not going to wait forever.
Wow. He looks really good in a cowboy hat.
Day Seventy:
Suspect everything in my apartment has been stolen and replaced with an exact replica.
Day Seventy-One:
INTERPOL field office called. Something about some sort of international criminal I was supposed to be apprehending. Don't they understand how important this is? Ford has finally started communicating with me! If I can figure out what the blue sweater he wore on Friday means, I'll be able to crack the code he’s been using!
Day Seventy-Two:
Ran into Spencer. I think he’s mocking me when he flips his hair like that just before he hits me.
Day Eighty-Three:
Met Italian bird again. She told me Ford was heading to San Lorenzo for final showdown with Damien Moreau. Said she needed papers for the whole sorry lot of them, and did I know anyone with connections?
Do I know anyone? Reminded her who she was talking to – Jim Sterling, INTERPOL.
Day Ninety-Four:
Hoping thrill of international chase will remind Ford of the good old days. Not entirely sure what angle he and his people are working here, but it seems to involve Sophie being on television a lot. Her acting ability has really matured over the years – I can see definitely influences from Stravinsky in her work.
Feverish. Stomach hurts. Probably shouldn’t have had the fish last night.
Day Ninety-Eight:
Moreau in prison. Corrupt president defeated by Ford’s candidate (making him even more corrupt? Must investigate further…). Ford and Sophie in closed door meeting all night. Much screaming and yelling and…praying? Thought about breaking in to rescue him, but don’t want to complicate our reunion.
Day Ninety-Nine:
Spencer is definitely mocking me with the hair-flip thing. Conducting impromptu investigation of San Lorenzo hospital.
They’re just lucky I'm on the job!
Re: Unpredictable Addy is also Predictable, Sigh
12/8/12 18:34 (UTC)Some people have an angel on their shoulder. Some people have a demon.
I have an Addy.
We were trying to figure out how to storm the Music Inspiration Challenge at
I don't remember exactly how we got from there to James Sterling, Interpol being some kind of demented sparkly stalker in love with Nate...unless the unpublished wall-sex fic happened around this time? That might 'splain it.
What I do remember is thinking that the only way this was going to work was if I just did the literary equivalent of leaping off a cliff. Every single crazed bit of weirdness that followed came from that. It also should be no surprise that this bit is written entirely stream of consciousness, and yes I know that says horrible things about my brain.
Oh - other points of interest - Day 63 takes place during The Studio Job, Sterling was suffering from food poisoning on Day 94...
...and Nate and Sophie *weren't* praying on Day 98. *g*
(Finally, in my head I always hear James Sterling, Interpol in James Bond's voice...even with the sparkles.)
Re: Unpredictable Addy is also Predictable, Sigh
12/8/12 18:41 (UTC)WASN'T EXPECTING YOU TO ACTUALLY DO IT. ♥
Re: Unpredictable Addy is also Predictable, Sigh
12/8/12 18:53 (UTC)WASN'T EXPECTING YOU TO ACTUALLY DO IT. ♥
*snort* You say that now...
Also, what happened in the days she hung around after this?
12/8/12 20:31 (UTC)Faith shrugged. “I don’t see how. The Council already knows what you are.”
“I can handle them,” Damon said dismissively. “Now that I know they suspect something, I can roll their minds – make them forget. It’ll take some doing to get around the vervaine…” He paused, knowing he was taking his life in his hands by saying it, but in the end he said it anyway. In for the proverbial penny… “I could roll you too. Make you forget what you know about me – why you came to Mystic Falls in the first place.”
She was quiet for an impossibly long moment, clearly considering all the implications of what he was saying. “You’re a hell of a good time,” she said finally, “but I don’t put myself at anyone’s mercy like that.” She blew out a quiet breath, taking off her mask and staring him down. “Here’s the way we’re going to play it. You’re going to do what you have to do to make things safe with the Council. I’m going to stay in town long enough for you to convince me you’re not a danger to the people of this town.”
“And if I don’t?” Damon asked, taking off his own mask. Faith glanced pointedly at the slender stake resting in her left hand. “I’d make a fight of it,” he said again.
He was stunned to see a flash of sadness in Faith’s eyes. “You’d lose.”
Damon tried to consider her absolute certainty, weighing it against his natural instinct to fight his way out of any difficult situation.
“You’ve got a deal,” he said at last.
Re: Also, what happened in the days she hung around after this?
13/8/12 00:02 (UTC)I think Faith is reacting to those bits of her younger self that she sees in Damon. Now that she knows vampires can live successfully as a part of normal society, she really wants him to take that path - almost like paying forward her own redemption.
For his part, Faith is like nobody Damon has ever known, and I think this is the moment where he realizes that he could happily spend decades trying to figure her out. The fact that it's also the first time he completely believes her when she says she'll kill him says a lot about where their relationship is going. She's the rush of Katherine without the mind games.
And as to what happened? I'm pretty sure they didn't have sex on this trip, although they got close and certainly not for want of Damon trying. I'd say he probably tried to show her the best time he possibly could around town, and they probably had a hell of a lot of fun.
I'm envisioning a dinner with Stefan and Katherine at the Salvatore home where much hilarity ensues. In the end, Faith would let him live with the promise that she would check up on him often.
I need to get back and write more with this pairing.
Re: Also, what happened in the days she hung around after this?
13/8/12 00:49 (UTC)(no subject)
13/8/12 11:42 (UTC)Parker was saved from answering by Hardison. “Holding it together, far as we know. Sophie’s with him.”
“I don’t like her,” Parker said, feeling the need to get her feelings on the table – so to speak. “She’s not nice enough to be Nate’s daughter.”
Neither Eliot nor Hardison had anything to say to that, but Parker could feel the hiccup in the conversation.
No matter how many questions Eliot asked, Parker kept coming back to the feeling that he was most concerned about the coroner’s report the hospital had dug up. If there’s a coroner’s report on Lindsey McDonald, she thought, that means that Lindsey McDonald was a real person.
Real enough for Eliot to panic upon learning the man was dead.
Parker knew Eliot wouldn’t keep any secrets that might endanger the team, but of all of them she suspected he had the most to hide. That was part of why he stuck around – they let him keep his secrets. Now was definitely not the time to change that unspoken rule and start pressing him for sensitive information.
Eliot was panting for breath by the time they reached the pub. The morphine had clearly worn off. He tried to hide how much pain he was in, but Hardison and Parker knew him better than he probably thought they did. When he had to lean against the wall, the two of them exchanged a worried look. Hardison went immediately to unlock the back door for them – no way were they getting Eliot through the crowded bar, even if Hardison did own the building.
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13/8/12 13:16 (UTC)Needless to say I didn't in this case. Pretty much anything that touches on the Eliot/Lindsey relationship in The Ties That Bind Job was
I also don't remember how Parker's issues with Faith made their way into the story, but her focus here on the idea that Nate's daughter should be "nice" is an interesting play on the fact that a lot of fans at that point seemed to be under the delusion that without the alcohol Nate *would* be a nice guy.
It also ended up foreshadowing all the great father/daughter moments between Nate and Parker that we saw in Season 3.
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13/8/12 17:12 (UTC)(no subject)
13/8/12 21:05 (UTC)Eliot and Lindsey was my pride and joy in this fic - it's an idea that's been touched on before, but I'd never seen anything substantial on it.
Although, I confess, I was a bit nervous about this whole sequence - Eliot, Hardison, and Parker walking home from the hospital all the way? I mean, I did take a trip once to Boston, so I know it's a twisty-turny kind of place, but the entire sequence and idea just felt a bit unnatural to me. I had similar feelings about his heading to the hotel.
But a lot of Eliot's scenes in this felt a bit odd to me - they had to happen this way for the plot to advance, and I tried to ensure that they happened as smoothly as possible.
I do think I hit upon an interesting point in Eliot's relationship with the rest of the team, that part of the reason he likes them so much is that they let him keep his secrets, and acknowledge that they all have demons in their past they'd rather leave there.
Also, I think this was the scene where I realized that, honestly, writing Parker is kind of fun. Mom and I wound up sharing Parker-duty a lot in our writing, but I was the one who actually enjoyed it the most. She's never felt terribly comfortable writing her.
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14/8/12 17:35 (UTC)I think you handled the Eliot scenes excellently in this story. Mind you, I pretty much loved the whole thing anyway :)
Writing Parker can be awesome fun, I know, but at the same time she does give me trouble, because she's just not a straight-forward, linear kind of a person! lol
Can I just say, I love that you write fic with your Mom. Ain't it great having her in fandom with you? My Mum is way into Leverage too and she betas all my stuff. I love that :)
I didn't realise this fic was yours until after I'd read it XD
13/8/12 14:19 (UTC)He closed his eyes finally, trying to relax into the seat. Quinn hadn’t told him exactly where they were going, but Clint had a pretty good idea where most of Cross’ bases were. His gut said they were heading to Switzerland, which meant air travel. He didn’t know if Quinn was a pilot, but a plane definitely improved his chances over most other types of transportation.
A low, sharp, heavy vibration rippled through him, jarring him upright with a gasp. The Humvee had stopped moving, and Quinn was twisted around in his seat, looking at Clint. “Whatever you’re planning,” he said, “don’t. I don’t want to lose that bonus, but I will if I have to.”
“You already told me,” Clint retorted. He was heartened to realize that his original unease at being robbed of his hearing aids was starting to wane; even though his circumstances hadn’t really improved at all, he didn’t feel the same sort of crippling helplessness he had when he’d first regained consciousness. “If you’re going to make me read your lips, at least tell me something original.”
Quinn moved. Pain exploded in Clint’s skull, briefly whiting out his vision as a slap rocked his head hard to one side. “Sarcasm’s not your best option here, boy.” Hawkeye tasted blood as his vision cleared, and he was able to see his captor again. “I just have to turn you over alive. That gives me a whole lot more latitude than most people realize.”
Re: I didn't realise this fic was yours until after I'd read it XD
13/8/12 19:30 (UTC)The story I chose was a fairly tricky balancing act all the way through, and this is one of those critical scenes. I had to simultaneously ride the line of Quinn not being a white hat (or even an entirely grey hat) while at the same time not making him absolutely unsympathetic since he was targeting a fan favorite.
I also needed to give Hawkeye back some agency in the story. I hit him hard and deep in the beginning, but I also knew if I didn't give him the opportunity to occasionally fight back and try to turn the tables, the story was going to turn into a drippy Woobie!Clint story.
So not what I wanted.
I think I also got in this scene the balance I was trying for between Clint the soldier, Clint the circus performer, and Clint who's probably been hanging out near Tony Stark a little too often lately. You see him analyzing his situation, taking in every bit of information he can and mapping out a strategy - but there's also that moment where he snarks back at Quinn...makes him lose just a little bit of control.
Definitely a fun one to map out - just wish I'd figured out how to work the extra scene I wrote in as an integral part of the story.
Re: I didn't realise this fic was yours until after I'd read it XD
13/8/12 22:52 (UTC)Re: I didn't realise this fic was yours until after I'd read it XD
14/8/12 00:25 (UTC)I'm glad to hear the extra scene worked as a coda. My heart was definitely with the Clint/Natasha/Quinn storyline, but with what Clint was facing I needed the others to balance things.
And as far as "more of this Quinn" goes...did you see this (http://archiveofourown.org/works/480486)?
Re: I didn't realise this fic was yours until after I'd read it XD
14/8/12 17:39 (UTC)