a conspiracy of cartographers

Have I ... have I really not posted a non-D&D fic since 2014?? APPARENTLY SO. Okay then! Today I break that terrible drought with Dragon Age fic -- because, while I understand that coding poly into the Dragon Age games would be an IMMENSE pain, I treat them like dating sims and I feel personally affronted that I cannot date several of my favorite romanceable options at once! I feel so affronted that I wrote ... 15k about it.

House of Three, Cullen/Inquisitor/Josephine.

"Here's the Orlaisian part," the Inquisitor says. "Assuming you're both amenable, I'd like to try relationships with both of you, with your full knowledge and consent."

"Oh," says Cullen. "That is ... terribly Orlaisian, yes."

For my lovely friend Sheila, whose Inquisitor characterization I didn't really end up using but whose enthusiasm for this OT3 convinced me that I had at least an audience of one for my self-indulgence. Thanks, hon <333

AND WE'RE DONE!!

We're done quite late because today was D&D day and we weren't ... quite finished editing before our session started, oops. But it's done now.

Find a Home, by Aria & filiabelialis, Thor/Loki
Loki lets his head fall back, a despairing smile baring his teeth. "What do you mean by home?"

Part eight; in which everyone copes with the aftermath of the war, and figures out how to be family.

(Previously: part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven)

Posting early today, because I do what I want, Thor. Well, also because no one is home today and thus I wasn't at all distracted from editing.

Find a Home, by Aria & filiabelialis, Thor/Loki
Loki lets his head fall back, a despairing smile baring his teeth. "What do you mean by home?"

Part six; in which the Avengers fight a war.

(Previously: part one; part two; part three; part four; part five)

Find a Home, by Aria & filiabelialis, Thor/Loki
Loki lets his head fall back, a despairing smile baring his teeth. "What do you mean by home?"

Part four; in which Thor continues bonding with the Avengers and makes a series of increasingly bad decisions regarding Loki.

(Previously: part one; part two; part three)

Find a Home, by Aria & filiabelialis, Thor/Loki
Loki lets his head fall back, a despairing smile baring his teeth. "What do you mean by home?"

Part two; in which Thor fights several battles on Midgard and loses one with his mother.

(Previously: part one.)

...You guys, I feel like I'm not playing up this fic enough. But, like. First, we're at the exposition/buildup parts. Second, this was ... a year of Amiel and I having really intense Thor and Loki feelings at each other! I don't quite know what to say, so I'm mostly just sending our weird monster baby out into the world and then gazing at its hit count in between editing the later parts. But I do have a lot of feelings and I love this fic very much.

In an effort to become an actual human with an internet presence and hobbies and other good things, I'm blocking out time during each day to get some writing done! And, in a stunning twist, when I do this, I actually get things written! Today's offering is about Frigga, because as we all know I will never ever be over this stupid Asgardian family.

I know these bones as being mine, Frigga, young Loki and Thor. "He is not our ward, Frigga, he is our son."

It turns out I have a LOT of feelings about Frigga! Team many scenes of Frigga in Thor 2.

So thingswithwings made a post about various configurations of Avengers pairings, including a throwaway line about how Darcy Lewis/Janet Van Dyne would be pretty great, and ... somehow that happened, and ate my entire morning. So!

#TeamJanet, Darcy/Jan. Darcy feels herself starting to get disappointed, but thirty seconds later she's tempted to find a sharpie and write #TeamJanet on her forehead as a reminder to herself to never ever make snap judgments, because apparently Janet can shoot electricity from her hands, and is therefore the coolest human Darcy has ever seen.

HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS. <3

Um, so, I wrote a fic! It is about Loki being awful, and it probably fills my kink bingo 'mind control' square, so ... it is a fic that takes place in the Venn diagram overlap of these two things! Warnings, oh god, all the warnings for noncon (or at best extremely dubious consent), off-screen canon character death, and Avengers-era Loki being generally horrifying.

Conviction, Thor/Loki. Between one breath and the next, the spear is in Loki's hands, and before Thor can even finish speaking, Loki has pressed the spear's glowing point to Thor's chest, just above his heart.

I'll just ... go to fannish dinner hangouts now and leave this fic to fend for itself, shall I.

Yuletide reveal time! I've just the one story: Taking In, Young Wizards. I am the water, and the waves, or Ronan Nolan's Ordeal. Just a short character sketch, but I am fond of it. Also I am a bit proud of myself for actually writing something reasonably short for once.

And happy new year! On this the advent of 2012, I have made a number of small resolutions, mostly along the lines of finishing various writing projects and making an effort to take better care of myself. That's just the usual nonsense, though; the important thing is that I am looking forward to this year so much. I am switching cities and moving in with my BFF, I am determined to expand my social circle in said city, I have two cons to go to (and I'll probably engage in the yearly debate with myself over whether to try for VividCon, and probably decide yet again to go next year) and a delightfully large number of my US friends to see. I fully expect this coming year to be challenging and sometimes exhausting and a bit scary, and also delightful and full of adventure and deeply rewarding. Bring it on, 2012, I'm armed with all the determined enthusiasm I have. Let's do this thing.

And even though right now is probably a terrible time to post fic, as it is still Yuletide season, I wrote some giftfics for Emma and Amelia, and I wanted to post them before the end of the year. And so:

+ Advanced Covert Dating, Troy/Abed(/Annie). "Hey, Abed?" Annie said. "Are you and Troy having secret sex?"

+ Better Than A Win, Aziraphale/Crowley. Aziraphale would have missed (or perhaps deliberately ignored) the nuance of together, but Crowley was a man-shaped being of the world, and knew what was being asked. "We've been around since -- for a while," he said. "But it's not like that."

Nonhuman sexualities! Roleplay! Future threesomes! A source I haven't written fic for in years, and another I've never written before! And both of them are only about 1200 words, too.