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lion, pride of baghdad, fic
Lots of bad things happening to good people today. Have some fic.

If you'd like some Rogue One fic that isn't mine, you could do much worse than read schweinsty's fic The Last Poem of Jedha, which seems to be strongly influenced by Arabic/Middle Eastern culture.

If you fancy some stories that aren't fic then-and the order is VERY important here-go listen to Rebecca Fraimow's fantastic short stories Further Arguments In Support of Yudah Cohen's Proposal to Bluma Zilberman and its sequel Shaina Rubin Keeps Her Head In Circumstances Nobody Could Have Expected over at Podcastle. I'm not kidding 'bout the order.

And if you fancy some of mine: see below for an AO3 link to my latest story!

Title: Philosophers and Fools
Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Explosions, gay characters
Summary: Baze rescues Chirrut from prison. Again.
Luck is just another word for the Force...
lion, pride of baghdad, fic
Posted some more Rogue One fic on my AO3 account:

Title: Rise Like Demons
Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Canonical character deaths, explosions
Summary: The stormtroopers on Scarif think they've won. A short four-chapter fic exploring the last thirty minutes of the movie from the stormtroopers' POV.

The airwaves are alive...


2nd-Jan-2017 10:02 pm - cos the war isn't out there
lion, pride of baghdad, fic
one more for the new year: The Gilmore's anthem for Jo Cox: The War. Go listen.
It isn't out there like before...
lion, pride of baghdad, fic
I wrote this fic for a Christmas exchange and realised I never posted it. I hope you enjoy. Malik and Altair in time travel adventures-what's not to like?

Title: By The Stars Men Guide Themselves.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Rating: PG-13, for stabbing.
Warnings: Mild peril. Disney death(no blood).
Summary: When Altair and Malik steal an Apple of Eden from the Templars in Persepolis-they all get more than they bargained for. Travelling forwards in time, they meet their successors and try to unravel the mysteries of the Eden fragments. Standalone, but part of my Crusades series.
God sets on the earth landmarks, and by the stars men guide themselves...
monkey, ranting
A little late on my New Year post this year as we spent New Years' halfway up a mountain without cell phone signal or Internet. It was a pretty good way to see out the old year and welcome a new one in. As Jo Walton quotes, I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. I'm not at all religious (lapsed methodist) but it's true; there is salvation somewhere on those slopes.

Last year was good for us, though I set no goals. 2016 has been a dismal year politically, but another good one personally. We got married-something which I thought I'd never do-and had an amazing honeymoon. My dad survived open heart surgery, and barring a few ropey days at the beginning, has improved steadily throughout the year. The business I started last year has done well. I wrote over 45000 words (not great compared to previous years) but got paid for writing for the first time (yay!). I also found my first full-length grey hair (boo) and became a dedicated plotter rather than a pantser (which, you know, interesting). 

Goals for next year:  

Personal:

We'd like to buy a house. In the current financial market it's a pain in the arse 'cause I work for myself. So 50/50 on this one. This is a pretty big goal, so I'd add making enough money for the bank to consider us worthy of a mortgage to that.  

Writing:

Submit at least four original pieces.

Edit and submit my werewolves-and druids fic, The Sickle And The Sword, to at least one market.  

Write more words than this year! Wedding planning really shot my word count in the head between January and June. 

Other:

This year I've started tracking the 72 Japanese seasons with an app on my phone and writing new season names based on what's going on here in rural East Anglia. It'd be good to keep up with that.  So far there's been Deer Shed Antlers (Turkeys Sigh in Relief) and Grass Sprouts Beneath Snow (Ice Forms on Puddles, Causing Delays) No idea how accurate this is, as I don't speak Japanese.

Ambitious, maybe
And damn, Bowie and Cohen. 
25th-Dec-2016 11:44 am - tidings of comfort and joy
lion, pride of baghdad, fic
Okay, so I also wrote Christmas giftfic, which I shall post here! Do The Best That You Can (and know that you tried), a Star Wars Christmas-in-the-trenches sort of story. Whether you're working Christmas, or if it just feels like work, this one's for you...

Title: Do The Best That You Can (and know that you tried)
Fandom: Star Wars, Rogue One -A Star Wars Story
Rating: An easy PG
Warnings: None (makes a change)
Summary: The Rebel and Imperial troops call a brief cease fire-and realise they have more in common than they thought. A feel-good Christmas fic.

The silence wakes him...

25th-Dec-2016 11:35 am - Merry Christmas!
lion, pride of baghdad, fic
And I hope whererver you are that Chsirmas doesn't suck.
A small Christmas present. I got some wonderful fanart for my fic Tear Up That Flag!
I suck at image hosting and manipulation, so hopefully this should work. In case this doesn't work, it's a very strung-out looking Bodhi Rook
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lion, pride of baghdad, fic
So I wrote Rogue One fic! Find it here on Archive of Our Own!

Title: Tear Up That Flag
Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Rating: 15
Warnings: References to drug use and character death.
Summary: What makes Bodhi leave the Empire? Bodhi Rook and Galen Erso. Prequel. One-shot.

Bodhi's mother dies at midnight, taking with her his last good reason to remain...




14th-Dec-2016 09:42 pm - survival is a lonely art
lion, pride of baghdad, fic
I wrote Westworld fic!

Title: Loyalty Card at Last Chance Saloon
Fandom: Westworld
Rating: 15
Warnings: Canonical character death, references fo lobotomies and prostitution
Summary: Maeve has died many times.

She prefers to die with her eyes open...
lion, pride of baghdad, fic
More three sentence fics!

Synonym, for the prompt Guardians of the Galaxy, any, misfits

Rocket waves, though the movement threatens to overbalance the grenade launcher balancing precariously on his shoulder, “See you later, savages,”

“Ravagers,” corrects Yondu.

Rocket shrugs, “Same thing.”

 

Striptease, for the prompt Any, any, that wasn’t supposed to happen

“Come on,” Rey says, “Show us.”She doesn’t expect Poe to agree, and they’re both surprised when the pilot turns his back, shimmies out of his shirt, sheds his clothing piece by piece to a slowly whistled accompaniment, and dives into their bed wearing just a sock on his left foot.

“If you-if
either of you-tell anyone I just did that,” he says to Finn, “I’ll kill you.”

 

Harder,better.faster.stronger, for the prompt Mass Effect, Saren, hello darkness

Saren groans as Sovereign’s machines strip out his nerves, draining blood and lymph and layering his muscles with carbon nanotubes. The wires twine inside him. Sovereign, sensing his distress, injects sophorics, and Saren welcomes sleep.

 

Safety Starts At Home, for the prompt Mass Effect, Shepard (either gender)/Garrus Vakarian, scars

“What about this one?” says Shepard, stroking the turian’s scars, “Thresher maw?”

Garrus winces. “Walked into the damn bathroom cabinet.”

 

Employment, for the prompt any/any, someone accepting that having made mistakes makes them stronger because failure has taught them caution and mortality

“...all that disability discrimination bullshit.”

Malik pauses on the far side of the door, hand curling into a fist. He has long accepted his mutilation as the price of a past and painful lesson in caution, but as he hears glass shatter inside the room, he reflects that Altaïr has not shared his experience. 

 

Falsehood, for the prompt any/any, someone making excuses, which only pisses off the person they’re trying to justify themselves to..

Marîd’s explanation stuttered to a halt as Malik held up his hand. “The ability to lie effectively is not a tenet of the Creed, but it is a necessary aspect of our work. Marîd, report to Rafe for weapons practice, and next time you lie to me, make it something I’ll believe.”

 

Best Seat in the House, for the prompt Mass Effect, Shepard & Anderson last scene 

“You did good, son,” Anderson says, “you did good, I’m proud of you.” His head slumps onto his chest as his eyes fix on the horizon, smiling at the endless stars. Shepard never lives to find the drawer full of letters Anderson addressed, but did not send, and the captain never had the chance to tell Shepard where to find them.

     

 

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