Suburb of Heaven

Title: Young Nobody
Author: sienamystic
Characters: Adelle, Whiskey, some Dominic, minor OC character
Rating: Gen, all ages
Pairings:None
Warning: None
Spoilers: set pre-show, S1
Prompt/Recipient: hariboo_smirks, the story of Whiskey
Summary: Adelle has many ways to recruit young talent.
Disclaimer: Dollhouse and its characters don't belong to me.

( The madam swung the door open with a little flourish, like a game show host revealing a new car )

Title: Little Green Apples
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Kaylee
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: Mal and Kaylee certainly don't belong to me - I'm just taking them out for a test drive.

( rare and sweet )

Title: 50 Glimpses of John Constantine's Universe
Fandom: Constantine the Movie
Character: John Constantine
Theme set: Beta
Disclaimer: John Constantine belongs only to himself, certainly not to me.
Rating: G

From a challenge community.

( encapsulate it all )

Now look what you all have made me do. I take no responsibility for this ungodly Mary Sue. And there's not really any explicit registrar-on-genius-billionaire action because I wrote it in a hurry last night and got all self-conscious. Which means that even as crack fic it's probably not good for much. And I should probably mention that this was all mentally triggered by the briefest of mentions in the movie that Tony had an art collection (the Pollock-purchasing discussion).

Title: I don't know art...
Characters: Tony, ME AS A VERY THINLY DISGUISED MARY SUE
Rating: PG
A/N: Well, at least it's short. And full of art. And I really didn't have anything better to do last night.
Disclaimer: Tony Stark is not mine, but if he was mine I'd totally be gunning for the job of managing his art collection. The benefits would be fantastic.

( I'm pretty sure I hired you because you know about art )

I've been pecking away at an Iron Man fic for a couple of days now, and while bits and pieces of it please me, I keep reading other, really well-written pieces, go back and look at mine, and wonder why the heck I'm bothering. The few times I've written fic that pleased me and that I didn't hesitate about posting were all prompt-driven, and their general outlines mostly leapt unbidden into my brain. I could get it all out, tweak it a bit, and then feel comfortable with the results.

My first attempt for an Iron Man fic was deemed too sentimental by my sharp-eyed sister, and I knew she was right. And the one I'm working on now is...well, as I said, it's ok, but I wonder if I'm covering ground already taken care of by better writers. Not to mention the fact that the whole beginning-middle-end thing is not exactly working itself out for me.

That's the big issue, isn't it - the writing isn't coming magically from some corner of my brain. I'm having to work at it, and that means I'm very distrustful of the results I'm getting on the screen as I type. I find myself quadruple-guessing myself. I moan to myself about triteness, bad dialogue, verb tenses that wander back and forth like lost puppies.

Anyway, this is just a bit of a processing noodle-through. I'm not entirely sure why I write like I do, and I think all of this, failures and all, is probably good for me. At least it helps me identify my own habits so I can work on them...and maybe the end result will be that I finally finish that barely-written urban fantasy I've been trying to hash out for so long.

Written for Fluff-A-Thon 2007 (and I am quite remorseful for it being so late) - sorry, semby!

Title: Little Plastic Snowflakes
Rating: G
Characters: Buffy, Angel, Willow, Giles, Xander
Pairing: B/A
Disclaimer: Not mine. Everybody wandering through the snow belongs to Joss.
Summary: A snowbound cabin, a rescue party that didn't think things through, and a vampire with a good grasp of public relations.

( Little Plastic Snowflakes )

Title: This Useless Unhappiness
Rating: G
Spoilers: Post-Not Fade Away
Disclaimer: Not my universe - I just like to play around with it.
Description: Sometimes it's more of a struggle to deal with happiness. Inspiration taken from a poem by Caroline Kizer, which I'll reproduce at the end of the fic. A thousand thanks to fairmer for the very speedy beta, and hopefully I've corrected my tendency to mangle verb tenses.

( I'm fearful I'm forgetting how to brood )

Written for kurukami for the Buffyverse Between-The-Seasons Ficathon. The request was for Wesley and/or Cordelia, and the prompt was "trunk" as in luggage or as in a car. I went with "luggage," and Cordelia.

Title: Baggage
Author: Sienamystic
Rating: Gen
Character: Cordelia
Timeframe: Between Buffy S3 and Angel S1

( ...sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky... )

A little Angela-entric Constantine drabble, to play off my low-grade crankiness. G-rated, so click without fear, lovelies.

( Sometimes she feels the urge to hit something... )

Title: Instincts
Rating: R for some relatively mild erotic stuff
Pairing: Constantine/Angela
Description: The flip side of "Things Known and Unknown." Angela muses on the odd shape her life has taken.
Author's note: Comments and criticisms always appreciated.


( Last night, I dreamed about John for the sixth night in a row. )