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Title: Sucasanna's Son
SHIELD CITY (prequel)
 I admit I have borrowed, bought, and stolen ideas my whole long life, but I claim this conglomerate, piecemeal mess as mine.
Haylan Sucasanna
language, references to attempted rape and incest
Word count:
Haylan Sucasanna has reasons to hate being his mother's son.
Beta Credit: [ profile] lavinialavender read it over, but I expect my errors will creep out the second I post this...
Author notes:
This presents of Haylan's obsessions and character before he leaves home more than it is a story. What you need to know: his parents were both half-demons, so he is part-succubus/incubus, and lives in a small community of other demon-bred. His relationship with his family and the people around him more complex that this note can handle. Hopefully it makes sense in the fic. Concrit is welcome.

He was raised with monsters, but the only one he’s even been afraid of is her. )
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I have not been sleeping, and it is [ profile] lavinialavender's fault. We have started a massive SPN darkfic, heavily influenced by a mutually read romance novel. We have spent about eight scene/stories messing the hell out of Sam's head (he's growing up in a monster concentration camp) and are now trying to put him back together again. It keeps me up to 3:30 a.m., even when I have church to get up for at 6:30 (ended up being surprisingly functional: woot! coffee).

We thought about dividing the thing (tentatively called Freak Camp) according to characters, but I wanted to get in Sam's head, a LOT, but I'm better at the snarky Dean dialogue, so we abandoned that plan and are both just writing what we want. Lavinia gets the sex scenes by default, and I get the plot (I think this is because I want monsters, and monsters, drat them, require plot).

Part One was a Dream. It's planned, it's functional, it is going to give Sam and Dean issues that they aren't going to be able to fight their way out of easily without becoming stock fools (which we will not allow them to do). Part Two is being a thorny mess. We write things, and then they don't fit either with the plot or the emotional arc. I've moved a nightmare scenes six times, and I'm not convinced I deleted it every time. So if Sam keep having the same nightmare, it's my fault.

I'm very excited. As long as we can keep a similar enthusiasm going for a while longer, this may come together fairly quickly. Or at least the beginning could. Woot!
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 I think that joining Live Journal has let me embrace both imperfection and also a level of creepiness that usually I have to think about for a long time before I'm comfortable showing it around.

Where did this come from? Not sure. I've been thinking about Steampunk for a while—a fascinating blend of genres and ideas— and also got a D. H. Lawrence book-on-tape from the library today. Also thinking about Howling Mad Murdock from the A-Team. And these combined into this creepy flash fic fragment? Perhaps so.

Title: Two Malts Please. Chocolate.
insanity? McDonald's?
Word count:
Author notes: 
original fic; no beta; uncertain antecedents (see above); undetermined future.

When she speaks it reminds him of poetry, but something dark... )When she speaks it reminds him of poetry, but something dark... )


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