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29th-Feb-2012 05:22 pm
The collected Renfield Turnbull stories list has been updated. Let me know if I missed anything that anyone wants to go in!
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14th-Feb-2012 12:48 pm
Steff reminded me to take the opportunity to post the art she got from [profile] jinx_mix during the fund raising. (Everyone else should have their art now; if you haven't got my message with it, let me know!)

I give you Corporal Mike Chase and his daemon, Pixie!



I got one, too, but it's spoilery for AttS so I'll keep it under my hat for now ;)
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28th-Jan-2012 09:35 pm
FYI for the lovely donors who commissioned sketches, Jenny has finished drawing and is working on getting them scanned in soon.
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27th-Jan-2012 02:04 pm - Ficlet: Flicks (Due South, G)
Title: Flicks
Fandom: Due South
Characters: Guy Laurent (and his daemon, a Siamese cat)
Rating: G
Words: 312
Notes: This takes place in a universe shared with His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman. For those who don't know it, human beings have soul-manifestations in the form of animals, called daemons. The theory is that Mounties are trained (like witches) to separate from their daemons. Until today this universe existed entirely in shared headcanon XD (Also, holy crap, how has it been September since I posted fic?!)


Bob was apparently porting a hairball.

The creature was small, a mess of white and black hair, with rather large blue eyes peering out in apparent confusion. Bob held it by the scruff, quite expertly leaping onto the couch and settling there with her newfound companion.

No one knows Bob's real name. )
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19th-Jan-2012 09:45 pm - Help, please?
Update: We made it! $150 has been reached. Jenny's going to write a thank-you letter tomorrow, and I'll make sure it gets to all of you wonderful people who gave.

And those of you who asked for drawings, she'll be working on those over the weekend. Thank you.



Hello, dears.

My sister-by-choice, Jenny, has three teeth that desperately need extraction, to the point that the infection has invaded her jaw... Cut since the goal has been reached! )

♥ ♥
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13th-Jan-2012 05:21 pm
David: "Dinner's done!"
Me: "The chicken has to rest a minute. Be patient."
David (to Natalie): "The chickens have to rest a minute, they're tired!"
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25th-Dec-2011 12:07 pm
Happy Christmas, dears. ♥
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21st-Dec-2011 10:51 am - Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!
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Dear LJ,

Fuck what you've done to the comment sections.

Fuck it, fuck it in the ear, fuck it, fuck off.

(I get the feeling this was chosen as today's question for precisely this reason.)

Fix it.
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29th-Nov-2011 11:01 pm - For to maybe write something maybe <3
Give me a character or ship and I will write one sentence of ten genres for them. The genres are:

1. Angst
2. AU
3. Crack!fic Plot
4. Crossover
5. First Time
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut
10. UST

Due South or Harry Potter preferred, please ♥

ETA: I love you all. (I'mma working on them, thank you, darlings)
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29th-Nov-2011 10:36 pm
It's been forever, but here be a tiny ficlet.
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27th-Nov-2011 10:06 pm
This was posted with the watchalong on [livejournal.com profile] ontdcreepy and I just had to share.

Image Source,Photobucket Uploader Firefox Extension
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20th-Nov-2011 09:23 am - Art by Steff-lady
Because she's brilliant. ♥

Guy & Longfellow )
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23rd-Oct-2011 09:55 pm
Just looked up to the beautiful John Cho on NTSF:SD:SUV::.

"Ninjas cut my thumbs off and you guys left me for dead!"

And then Captain Janeway cut off his head with a katana.
kalijean: (Harold - Um)
27th-Sep-2011 07:35 pm
I just gave myself primo willies.

Anyone remember this?

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Title: One Single Try
Fandom: Due South; Arch to the Sky
Characters: Frannie/Dewey, Elaine, Vecchio, Mort, Welsh, Turnbull, Thatcher, Huey
Rating: PG-13
Words: 4421
Notes: After the Shades arc. This story absorbs Never Where and was written in part by [livejournal.com profile] sl_walker. Title with gratitude to Frank Sinatra.
Summary: There's only so long someone can hide a pregnancy.


"You've gotta do it, Frannie. I know you're stuck in some kinda denial, but while you're trying to figure out how the Hell this happened, that baby doesn't care how, he's growing, ready or not--"

Frannie's eyes were squeezed shut and she felt stupidly exposed, even if she was the only person who could hear Elaine down the phone. She knew that. How could she not know that? It was her body that had a no vacancy sign up. She tapped the pencil manically on her desk, honest to God trying not to snap a friend's head off.

What's going on? You all look like a Pak'ma'ra just ate your cat. )
kalijean: (RayV &amp; Fraser)
2nd-Sep-2011 11:10 pm - Snippet: Ponyridden
Guy, Longfellow; Arch to the Sky; 168 words; PG.

"Let me ride you like a horsey."

"--huh?"

"Let me ride you like a horsey!"

Hell of a thing to wake up to.

At least it comes from the hallway. Looks like I landed in bed last night.

Nipawin's not a bad town. I have made a place here, such as it is. From the sound of it, Longfellow shall fit in nicely.

"Get the fuck off me!"

Giggling comes from the hallway, and it does not sound like his request has been honored. The mild hangover I have does not encourage calling out, but I do so anyway. "You may borrow my saddle!"

"Shut up, man! Seriously, get off me, lady!"

I fold my hands behind my head and kick off the covers, letting consciousness find me to the beat of my companion being ponyridden through my hallway by an anonymous girl from the night before. I am glad he came. Renfield is interesting, but some things with him are simply lost in translation.
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31st-Aug-2011 08:07 pm - Fic: Call (Due South, G)
Title: Call
Fandom: Due South; Arch to the Sky
Characters: Turnbull, Thatcher, Buck Frobisher, Benton Fraser, Ray Kowalski, Myra Turnbull, the Turnbull family
Rating: G
Words: 2180
Notes: After COTW. Written in part by [livejournal.com profile] sl_walker and encouraged/brainstormed a great deal more ♥
Summary: '...Constable Turnbull decided to run for public office. But his campaign got off to a rocky start...'

If Turnbull was too young to die, he had to wonder about the man he shot off his snowmobile.

It was an idle thought. Very honestly, he thought he felt nothing about having killed the man, something he'd been matter-of-factly informed of not long before. He'd never killed anyone before. Of course it had always been a remote possibility; one accepted when he became a police officer. But it was by no means a given.

The man was shooting at him. At people he cared for.

It was a simple matter, and Turnbull felt nothing.

You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. )
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30th-Aug-2011 09:52 pm - Snippet: One-up
Turnbull, Kowalski; Arch To The Sky; PG; 673 words. Inspired by the discussion in "Luigi" and encouraged by Steff.

What was that awful noise?

Someone appeared to have set up an arcade in his consulate foyer, and Turnbull was not especially pleased with this. He wandered out, duty smile fixed even so, to find Detective 'Vecchio' engrossed in a small gaming system. Volume cranked no doubt to the maximum.

Is there a reason for this or should I just go ahead and snap your hands off at the wrist? )
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29th-Aug-2011 10:36 pm - Fic: Descendo
Guy Laurent, Renfield & Myra Turnbull; Wizard!Verse (1990); G; 538 words

Descendo - Partis Temporus - Avis - Obliviate - Wingardium - Incarcerous - Incendio - Imperius - Nox - Lumos


Vampires are graced with a certain stealth.

If this comes as no surprise to you, perhaps you are a consumer of the muggle fiction about them. All the better. The bit of mystery mixes well with the fiction to keep us hidden from that which could overwhelm one of us should we be discovered. As you will dismiss this as fiction, too, I feel a looseness of tongue I generally do not possess.

I sink from a rafter to a lower one, my footfalls making no sound, my body moving with a fluidity not granted by God at birth.

The baby Auror is rather interesting; I know that I have been silent, but he detects me. He is clever enough to betray nothing of what he has heard to the woman he's talking to, but the slight incline of his head in my direction tells me all I need to know. I smile, allowing fangs to descend only so far as needed to lick one. It's a tic; one of pleasure.

Few Aurors come through Regina in any given year. The state of pressing oneself into a muggle life has always fascinated me. I am not a wizard. I was not born one, and have come to understand this world only by being half-pressed upon it myself by virtue of my change. It seems improbable that any of them would wish to come the other way.

They are very... precious about their wizardry, after all.

This one speaks to a rather lovely woman apparently several years his senior, and she speaks softly in return. I wonder if she belongs to him; I sniff the air. No... no... hm. Perhaps she does. Not in the way I expected.

They appeared to be having some sort of disagreement, before he detected me. It is made no simpler by his apparent instinct to take the woman away from this place at the detection.

She seems to be insisting on remaining. He doesn't manhandle her into leaving. This impresses me. He has risen above my estimation of many wizards already.

"It's all right," I offer softly from my perch. I smile down at them, sans fangs. My condition is obvious enough. "I only wanted to welcome you to Regina."

The woman jumps; the Mountie snaps a look at me that I'm sure is very frightening to other people.

"Thank you," he replies with a suspicious squint.

They are interesting. It won't do to burn that bridge.

"My apologies for the startle." I reach into my pocket, pulling from it a long grey feather, and I offer it down to drift to them.

The Mountie blinks, moving to take it, though it's his sister - I can smell it in their blood - that plucks it from the air. Neither of them seem to have an answer for my apology. The Auror nods acknowledgment of a sort; it's then his sister seems to give over, and he is able to nudge her out of this place.

She watches me as they leave. I flourish a wave and watch her go.
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26th-Aug-2011 10:04 pm
Hello everyone.

We're in between houses right now, and the new one doesn't have internet yet. I'm relying (once again) on the unknowing kindness of strangers for this one.

We don't know how easily we'll be to reach, so any responses may be slow. I'm still working on commissions (my new work schedule includes eleven hour shifts at times, so I am slow, but I haven't forgotten you all, I promise). Steff is being an amazing trooper moving all our stuff while I work. Send her some good vibes.

Love to you all.

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21st-Aug-2011 08:28 pm
Steff-lady's art ♥

Guy & Longfellow )
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