Blackbirds & Crows

Hi hi hi.
I kinda fell down on the last couple challenges in the Sunshine Challenge. Ack! There's no deadline, though, so i'll get to them.

However! I had another chapter of *this* silly thing, so here we go. Currently unbeta'd, as darkhavens is having serious computer issues. *clings*

However, sweptawaybayou gave me a (few) readthroughs and notes, so - we should be good! :D
Enjoy!

Up at AO3.

Bucky's got the perfect six-month anniversary present. So does Steve. Sam doesn't wanna know.

Hallooooo, flisties!
It's been a wee while, hasn't it? Sheesh. I'm falling down in my duties. :)
Here in the lovely state of Misery, we are oscillating wildly between 'balmy near-eighties' and 'below freezing' temperatures. Yesterday we had *two* hail storms, making my yard white, totally clogging my gutters so there were fountains of water pouring over the edge, and making the roads an ice-and-water safety hazard. There was also thunder, rain, lightning, wind, and tornado warnings, all in the last five days. I would say March has come in like a lion!

( Day Eight & Nine )

And for fic, we have 'Test Kitchen'. Here and at AO3 With darkhavens as beta, of coz.



( Bucky gets sick, Steve tries for familiar comforts. Things...go a wee bit pear-shaped. Sam, of course, to the rescue. With bendy-straws. )

Slang from Dirty Thirties.

Who knows? :)
I've been lurking around in fandom and on LJ for a while now, not participating as much as I used to, just not quite feeling *up* to it, for some reason. I want to change that, though. So I'm going to be on here more, if I can, responding and talking more (fingers crossed), and also writing more, I hope hope hope.

I thought I'd start with the Snowflake Challenge, even though I'm several days behind. Some of that was sheer not-organized-ness, and some of that was the *incredibly* windy days we've been having taking out the interwebz for half my town. So my connection has been spotty.

I was also made aware that, for some weird reason, my sticky 'master fic post' was suddenly thrust into prominence as a 'new' post, who knows why. LJ sure seems to be getting unstable. I was puzzled but pleased by the comments, and it did prompt me to update my 'Marvel 'verse' entries, so yay!

Now - here we go with the first of the Snowflake Challenge...challenges. *snerk*

In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created. It can be your favorite fanworks that you've created, or fanworks you feel no one ever saw, or fanworks you say would define you as a creator.

( Okie-dokie.... )

So, there we go! I'm going to be doing them as quickly as possible to catch up, so expect several this Thursday-Sunday. I hope i'll be seeing and hearing and talking to more of my lovely flist this year; hope this helps me get that off to a good start. :)

ETA: I just realized that LJ spontaneously reposted my Master post. WTH. So i'm going to lock that one and make it private so nobody by me sees two. If I delete it, I'll lose the comments there, which I don't want to do. LJ! Stop being weird!!

Hullo!

Well, it's finally autumn-like out here. Trees mostly bare, windy, some rain and *cold*. Cold enough to make sweaters and gloves feel good, to make me turn up the electric blanket and to put woodsmoke in the air. Lovely!

And I've just posted the second, Bucky POV to 'Trap-Neuter-Release'. More cats and more flirting! AO3 only, since the other part is over there only, as well.

As always - thank you, dear darkhavens for all your beta help and general cheerleading. :)

Expect to be Scratched.

Where I work, 'farm jobs' are constant and ongoing. I talk to a lot of farmers, among other people. So this seemed kinda....inevitable. Hehe.

Steve is a North Dakota wheat farmer. Bucky is just wanting to feel like he's come home from the war. What else, but hitch-hike out to Steve's family farm and...hope for the best? :)

Beta'd by the amazing darkhavens, as always.

At AO3.



( Who can resist Captain America, waving wheat, and apple pie under North Dakota's summer skies? )

*waves*

Hullo, all.

It's the wettest, rainiest spring *ever*. I love it, but *man*. My basement's never going to dry out. My mint, blackberry canes, and assorted other things are thriving, though.

So, I talked in my last post about my Aunt dying, and about the recordings I had that I was listening to. ( I made a little mp3 out of one of them. )

Also, I posted an AU Steve/Bucky fic about Steve the cat-rescue/artist and Bucky the vet who loves cats. A pre-relationship kind of thing I intend to expand. It's only at AO3 - i'm being so lazy. Trap-Neuter-Release.

So there we go, that's all i got. :)

So! I wrote a D/s fic for a Steve/Bucky challenge over at AO3, and the fic authors were just revealed! So I wanted to post it. Go read *everything* at the Summer Lovin' Fic Exchange. All the fic are D/s, all are Steve/Bucky.

The fic *for* me is Brooklyn (We Go Hard), by anseladamsfan. A little rough play, a little bondage, a little delight...:)

Myself, I wrote, as per requested, a Medieval AU, with Sergeant Templar Stiofan and Master Fixer Mason Apprentice Jacopo, in 13th century Italy. Some bondage, some spanking, some flogging...perhaps a little blasphemy. :) If you're into that, well - here we go.

Also at AO3.

Beta'd, as always, by the delightful and dedicated darkhavens. Thank you, bb!

Summary: A Sergeant in the order of the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon (or Templars), Stiofán has travelled from his home in Ireland to Italy, to assist in the raising of a new church and Templar headquarters, under the auspices of brother Knights Templar Bonvicino. Stiofán is steadfast, pious, and dedicated, and his work as architect and artist is invaluable to the endeavor.

Jacopo is an Apprentice to the Master Fixer Mason, cutting stone to fit seamlessly with stone, an exacting and difficult job, and one he does flawlessly.

Both of them discover something in the other that leads to distraction, to temptation...to sin.

See the end for notes, translations and links.


( Corpus Et Sanguine )

*waves*
Heya. Well, so - it's nearly February, wow! Can't believe it. It's been cold-warm-cold-cold-*cold*holyfuck-warm here, so very weird. Heating bill is way too big, as usual. *sigh*

BUT, all that aside, i bring fic! Avengers fic. I know! Who'da thunk! But i love the movies (all of them except the Hulk ones - Bill Bixby is forever my Bruce Banner), and i've had this idea kicking around for ages, so... Fic. :)

I thought - getting your arm busted up and then amputated, possibly without anesthesia, is pretty fucking traumatizing. And then Evil Nazi Scientists (tm) graft some kind of horrible, metal killing-arm onto you? Without your consent? And torture you?

I can't imagine Bucky *liking* having that arm on him, so...i wrote about it. It's Gen, it's not terribly gory or anything, and I posted it over at AO3, too.


( What is this world, O soldiers? )



Also, in case you're wondering - SHOW IS BACK! AND I LUFF!! Oh, my boys. Oh, my *boys*! *smishes them*