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Four days

Till I get the beta back for In der Nacht Verschwunden.  I’m so nervous you guys, I just hope she liked it and I wont have to tear it apart too much to make it a bearable story.

castiel-knight-of-hell:

Ever want to reread a fanfic but you can’t remember the title? Here’s a Google trick that will change your life
Let’s say you’re looking for a Destiel fic that involved a trip to Costco and you read it on AO3. First thing you type in the Goggle search bar is
site:http://archiveofourown.org/ 
the site: tells Google that you only want it to search the AO3 website
Next, enter your search terms
costco dean cas
when you hit search Google will give you a list of all the pages on AO3 that contain the words you entered. All you have to do is click through the results until you find the fic you’re thinking of
It’s that easy. Now go find that fanfic you’ve been pining for

castiel-knight-of-hell:

Ever want to reread a fanfic but you can’t remember the title? Here’s a Google trick that will change your life

Let’s say you’re looking for a Destiel fic that involved a trip to Costco and you read it on AO3. First thing you type in the Goggle search bar is

site:http://archiveofourown.org/ 

the site: tells Google that you only want it to search the AO3 website

Next, enter your search terms

costco dean cas

when you hit search Google will give you a list of all the pages on AO3 that contain the words you entered. All you have to do is click through the results until you find the fic you’re thinking of

It’s that easy. Now go find that fanfic you’ve been pining for

I wrote this and it made me giggle rereading it. I think Dave and Jason should be besties in every AU ever written.

“I think Erin wants to tell me something but can’t. Do you have any idea…?” 

“No.” 

“That was quick.” Dave looked at him. 

“I’m friends with both of you. I don’t want, no scratch that, I will not be in the middle of anything. I mean that whether it’s good or bad.” 

“You’re like a brother to me.” 

“You already have four brothers and countless problems with all of them.” Jason said. “I would rather be your best friend, thank you.”

The Only Harry Potter Fanfic I Will Ever Write (Probably)

ursulavernon:

(There was a call to make an LJ post today, so since I was thinking about how Hufflepuff gets absolutely no love the other day, you get my sorry attempts at fic.)

            “Help!” cried the very junior wizard, falling down on the doorstep of the medium-sized cottage that would someday be Hogwarts. “Help!  The giants are invading!”
            “Giants?” asked Godric Gryffindor, sticking his head out of the window. “I thought we beat those last week.”
            “These are different giants,” said the junior wizard. “Also wolves. And basilisks.”
            “Wolves and basilisks?”
            “The wolves are riding the basilisks,” said the wizard. “Look, it’s a bit of a mess, all right?” He rubbed his forehead.
            “Are they werewolves?” called Helga Hufflepuff, from inside the cottage. “I firmly believe that werewolves should be judged by their actions as individuals. This anti-lycanthropic discrimination has got to stop.”
            “They’re riding basilisks,” said Godric. “They’re probably not upstanding members of the werewolf community.”
            “Wouldn’t they have turned to stone?” asked Rowena Ravenclaw, who was sitting in an armchair with a book. She turned a page.
            “Smoked goggles,” said the junior wizard shortly. “Incidentally, I’m bleeding rather a lot.”
            “Oh, you poor dear,” said Helga, wiping her hands on her apron. “Come in and we’ll get you fixed up.”
            The junior wizard sat at the dining room table and was given cookies and a very large brandy, while the four great wizards planned their next move.
            Unfortunately, they were still not very good at working together. Godric wanted a straight charge up the middle, death-or-glory style. Rowena wanted an elaborate battle plan involving perfect timing and the movement of a great many troops they didn’t actually have. Salazar suggested they just seed the enemy’s supplies with botulism and canine distemper.
            “Cowardly!” cried Godric. But Rowena looked thoughtful. Helga tapped a fingernail on her teeth.
            In the end, it was agreed that they would simply all meet on the field of battle tomorrow, ready to fight, and see what the future held.


            In the morning, three wizards gathered on the field of battle. It was a broad, grassy bowl, bordered by hills. Giants and basilisks and werewolves wearing glasses lurked on the far side, although the werewolves were looking a little strung out by the lack of moonlight.
            Rowena was surrounded by a swirling cloud of ravens. They flapped and shrieked in harsh voices.
            “Nice,” said Salazar. “Bit goth, though.”
            “Says a man wearing a giant snake as a bandolier.”
            “That’s not goth, that’s metal. It’s different.”
            Godric was riding a griffin and was a bit annoyed that no one had mentioned how cool it was.
            “You know that thing’ll go to sleep if somebody throws a coat over its head,” said Salazar nastily.
            “Shut up,” said Godric. “You can’t ride your snake.”
            “A snake big enough to ride would need a redesigned nervous system,” said Rowena absently. “You couldn’t get the messages to the tail fast enough. Not sure the circulatory system would hold up, either, to be honest—“
            “I notice somebody hasn’t shown up,” said Salazar.
            “I’m sure Helga will be here in a minute,” said Rowena.
            “What’s she going to do, bake cookies at them?”
            “She can be the healer,” said Godric. “Healers are important.”
            Salazar rolled his eyes.
            They waited. The griffin crapped and everybody had to move upwind.
            “We should never have invited her,” said Salazar. “She can’t found a wizarding school. Her greatest ambition is to get the garden weeded before company comes over.”
            “I’ve seen some pretty lethal plant wizards,” said Godric loyally. “With…um…you know, big thorn hedge things…” He made hand gestures. Salazar looked at him like he was an idiot.
            The ravens were getting bored. They ceased swirling and landed on the grass, grumbling to each other. “Ark. Ark Ark? Ark.”
            Godric ran a hand through his hair. “Okay,” he admitted. “Maybe this isn’t really playing to Helga’s strengths. We could…errr…”
            The ground rumbled.
            The ravens took flight. The griffin squawked. Salazar’s snake constricted in a panic, and Rowena had to help him get it unwound from around his neck.
            The grassy hillside split open.
            Claws as long as a man’s thigh emerged from the earth. Clods of dirt flew as a gigantic beast emerged, shaking its head. A cloud of wet air belched over the three wizards, smelling of worms and turned earth.
            “Sorry!” called a voice from inside the cloud. “Sorry! Monty, you came up too close! You’ll trample the wrong people!””
            “Oh dear god, it’s a badger,” said Godric.
            “Dire badger, I believe,” said Rowena. “Meles dirus. I thought they were extinct…
Salazar put a hand over his eyes.
            It was the size of a house. Helga’s saddle was halfway up the creature’s back, nearly lost on that vast curve of spine. She was still wearing her apron and her gardening gloves.
The badger shook itself again, spattering them all with dirt. The black and white stripes were visible now, along with tiny reins that ran to the base of the creature’s whiskers. It was wearing goggles that appeared to have been cobbled together from ship’s portholes.
            “Good badger!” said Helga. “Who’s a good boy, then?”
            “She named the badger Monty,” said Salazar to no one in particular.
            “Sorry I’m late,” said Helga. “It was hard to get the goggles on him. But he’s such a good badger! Does a good badger want to stomp the mean giants for Mommy?”
            The dire badger gave another belching roar and waved its claws.
            “Kill me,” said Salazar to Rowena.
            “Godric would love to.”
            “I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.”
            “All right,” said Godric, feeling that his authority was somewhat diminished by the fact that his very cool griffin was only about a tenth the size of Helga’s badger. “All right. Um. It’s not the size of the—“
            “Keep telling yourself that, Godric,” said Rowena.
            Monty began lumbering toward the enemy.
            “Would it be okay if we charged now?” called Helga. “I hope it’s okay! Monty’s not very good at waiting…”
            The dire badger broke into a waddling run.
            Godric spurred the griffin, because there was absolutely no glory in being left behind by a badger.
            Rowena and Salazar walked, rather more sedately, toward the enemy.
            “So, about letting her help found the school…” said Rowena.
            “I can admit when I’m wrong,” said Salazar, once Godric was out of earshot.
           “Yes, but you never do.”
           “This is me admitting that I am possibly wrong.” He adjusted his snake. “But you have to admit, you didn’t see the badger coming either.”
           “No,” said Rowena Ravenclaw, “no, the giant badger was a surprise.” She considered. “Hard work and loyalty aren’t bad principles.”
           “They’re a lot better when you’ve got a giant goddamn war-badger to back them up.”
           And none of the other founders ever questioned Helga Hufflepuff’s right to found a wizarding house ever again.

            THE END

The last sentence (well paragraph really) is a bit lame but right now I’m not going to focus on that.  I’m going to focus on the fact that its done and I did it.  In der Nacht verschwunden is complete!!!!!!!  Its clocking in at 72,273 words.  That number could grow as I still have to edit the final quarter of it.  I finished it you guys, my last epic Criminal Minds AU, fic #1200, and now my largest story ever in the fandom.  I’m so happy.

The Soul Taker

I posted the whole story on LJ because Tumblr was starting to peeve me and I cant post anything on AO3 yet. I think some Strauss fans and Rossi/Strauss fans will like it so read it if you have a chance.  Thanks.

Life Goals:

Finish In der nacht verschwunden tomorrow.

I think I’ve begun and been writing more fics since I said I was about to retire from the CM fandom than I’ve written in months.  Its a good feeling but the plan remains.

Also, there are still some ships that havent gotten prompts if anyone wants to help a sistah out.  One ship, one word or phrase.  I know some of these ships arent people’s cup of tea, I get that.  But if I dont put it out there, I might miss something awesome.  So….

-Handerson

-Sam/Jessie

-Gideon/Prentiss

-Hotch/Megan

Oh shit you guys, I might have a legitimate OT3 idea!  I just need to get it down before it leaves me and I’m inputting these checks at work but I’m gonna try.  This is exciting…I was supposed to be done with writing in this fandom.

You guys…I think I’m about to write the last scene of In Der Nacht verschwunden.  I can hardly believe this, and I’m still not even sure what I’m going to say.  Endings have been my nemesis since I started writing many moons ago as a kid.  Today is no different.  So I’ll probably hold off until this weekend to actually write the scene but know that its coming.  The story is almost over.