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title: No discipline of forgetting
characters: Arthur/Eames
rating: NC-17
words: ~13,000
summary: Arthur forgets; Eames waits.

notes: This is the very first Inception story I started, way back in August. I think I am probably the slowest writer in fandom. Thanks to chibi_lurrel, deepsix (extra thanks for this meta; I couldn't quite make the characterisations work till I read it!), and jibrailis for the beta work -- you are all wonderful. ♥ Oh, and apologies to Freud and Lacan. I know it's bad academic practice to misinterpret quotations and appropriate them for gay porn. Sorry, dudes.

( In Limbo, it's easy to forget. )

title: This is all there is, roll the dice
characters: Arthur/Eames
rating: NC-17
words: ~6,200
summary: A story about desire, fear, and Arthur's smile.

notes: Out of all the Inception fics I have sitting on my hard drive, I never thought I'd finish this one first. Huh. Thanks to the lovely jibrailis for the beta work! Title from a Matthew Good song. I haven't listened to him for years, but if the lyric fits, steal it.

( The desire for something is always more beautiful than the thing itself. )

Post-angst Rita + procrastination + three heaping spoonfuls of self-deprecation = "I KICKBOX NIETZSCHE OWLS IN MY DREAMS!" I wrote this a few weeks ago while I was going insane and not sleeping very much.

Dear Doctor,
     I suspect that I may have an existential crisis. Can you tell me a bit about the causes, symptoms, and side effects? What should I do to protect myself against an existential crisis in the future?
     -- Waiting for Godot

Dear Waiting,
     Existential crises are a relatively uncommon phenomenon among the general population. I would suggest that the only cure you need is a swift kick in the ass, but enclosed is an information leaflet from the Canadian Meaning of Life Foundation which you may find helpful.

EXISTENTIAL CRISES: THE FACTS
( the rates of occurrence are especially high among disaffected, over-indulged 20th-century suburban youth ... )

*bows* You may throw fruit at me now. But not apples, please. I'm allergic to those.

A very, very long time ago, the lovely safebox had a birthday. This is her much-belated gift -- I am that way with birthday fic, it seems -- which the August Deathly Hallows Challenge at omniocular gave me the perfect excuse to write. Enjoy, safebox. My Regulus would not be who he is without you, and neither would I. ♥

title: Eidolon
pairing: Gen
characters: Regulus, Sirius
rating: PG
words: ~850
summary: The last time Regulus saw his brother was on Platform 9 and 3/4.

( ei·do·lon: n.; a phantom, an apparition; an image of an ideal. )

i. I finally finished -- well, "finished" -- about 600 words of original fiction & 800 words of fic starring Regulus. Anyone willing to look over either of these with a critical eye? ♥

ii. five four "word of the day" scribbles
The word of the day exercise at writing camp went sort of like this: Day starts. Arrive (late). Sit down. Dictionary opened. Word chosen at random. For five minutes, write. Stop. Excise and revise madly throughout day. Share scribbles.

( word of the day scribbles from writing camp )

As always, feedback & concrit appreciated. I omitted Tuesday's scribble because it was horrific. But honestly, what can you hope to get out of the prompt "moustache"?!

So, because I like things to be neat & tidy, I finally got around to locking down my now-defunct fandom/writing journal, expositionary, and reposting the fics here.

What I've post is always a fraction of what I write -- original fiction is still gathering dust on my hard drive. None of this is new & you're not in the least obliged to read any of it (especially if you're not fannishly inclined), but. In case you either missed the first posting or want to poke/mock it, it's here. Concrit is, as always, gold.

Three browsing options:
a) the links posted under the cut,
b) the tag love letters to literature,
c) scroll right on by (this option recommended for best results).

( fics i've written over the past year or so )

And now, I am starting one of two English essays (due next week, worth 20% of my final IB English mark, cumulatively) and not coming up for air until I've finished, damn it. You know what would be good? If I could find my copy of the novel I'm supposed to be analysing.

title: This Is the Way the World Ends
characters: the Lone Power, Earth
rating: PG
words: ~500
summary: In my beginning is my end. A look at an apocalypse, of sorts, through the eyes of the Lone Power.

notes: Written a while ago; reposted from my writing journal. -- This is not the story I set out to write, I'll admit. I'm not quite sure what it is. Title and summary text stolen from T.S. Eliot.

( In my beginning is my end. )

title: Remnants of a War
pairing: Remus/Sirius
characters: Remus-centric; mentions of Sirius, James, Lily, Peter; cameos by Frank, Dumbledore, and various other Order members.
rating: PG
words: 3,500
summary: In the aftermath of the first war, Remus deals with betrayal, loss, and displacement. This is the series of events which led up to his departure; Remus/Sirius undertones, but at its core, this is a fic about Remus.

notes: Written a while ago; reposted from my writing journal. -- Huge thanks to the lovely last_radio for the beta job. Originally this fic was intended as gen, but somehow, Remus/Sirius managed to insinuate itself. Believe what they tell you, children, slash fanfiction really is subversive.

( now, beaten and battered, he is driftwood )

title: The Consequences of Springtime
pairing: Remus/Sirius
rating: G
words: 440
summary: Remus Lupin has decided that he cannot stand spring, and this is why.

notes: Written a while ago; reposted from my writing journal. -- This ficlet uses something I like to call point-collapse -- the actual piece is set at one specific point in time, and the narrative collapses down to that point (if that makes any sense whatsoever). Also. It is utter fluff.

( spring -- damn it -- creeps in through the drapes and the windows and the open doors )

title: Stumbling into Battle
pairing: Gen
characters: Remus-centric; appearances by the Marauders and Lily
rating: PG
words: ~2,800
summary: Fragments and snapshots of what falls between the cracks and forgotten, outshone by the glory of war.

notes: I tend to romanticise battle, think of glory and élan, but studying wars in-depth in classes has opened my eyes, I hope. Huge thanks to magnetic_pole for the insightful beta job; part three was written with you in mind, Maggie. Title stolen from Patrick Wolf.

This is the first fic I've posted in a long while -- I write constantly, but most of it just doesn't meet my standards and stays buried in my hard drive. So, I hope you enjoy.

( wands at the ready, before the dust clears )