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From Pir8fancier's LJ, which is nice advice for anyone who is feeling lazy or untalented or just confused in their fanfic or original writings. Or if you're, say, annoyed that a character has since stopped acting like a Raskolnikov from Hell and has instead turned into a Knight Templar. How in the hell did that happen? I have no idea. Whatever. He can stay a Templar for now, I am hungry.
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On my flist, woman? YIPPEE!!!
Friended back immediately! We're neighbors. Work in Richmond!
And you know, honey, Ideas of Sin is a primer in subtle, nuanced writing.
Cough, cough. Chapter 20? Also, you working on the men in tights thing you mentioned months ago?
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chapter 20 is done ma'am. 21 is...in the works. however, i got distracted by pirates of a different, light-hearted kind. well, one pirate, and one commodore....
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Yeah, the pirate/commodore thing. See you recced Wren's "Men of Our Word." This is one of my favorite sparrington pieces of all time. I can say quite honestly that she inspired me to write sparrington. My James Norrington is a sad rip-off of hers. Which I freely admit. I adore her James Norrington. Agree with you about the ending but it's still delicious. If you're into pirate/commodore stuff, I highly recommend firesignwriter's material. This is really top-notch writing.
You can find most of it on parley:
http://www.theparleyarchive.net/user.php?op=userinfo&uname=firesignwriter
In order they are: Full Moon, Tides, Drowning, and Currents.
I think you would very much appreciate the first two chapters especially. The philosophizing between Jack and James is very reminiscent of Rene and James' arguments via faith. The last
two chapters are exceptionally written hot smut.
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Groves is the hot one (who admires Jack's fancy footwork in stealing the Interceptor) and Gillette is the pointy-nosed one who looks like he has a stick up his ass. Fandom has more or less confirmed that Groves's first name is Theodore and Gillette's first name is Andrew.
Have you read Wren's AU with Jack and James, "Turning Tides"? She hasn't finished it, unfortunately, she's in graduate school, with no time for fandom, but it's a lovely read. Also, she started a Once Upon a Time in Mexico crossover with the Jack Dav vampire thing show, the names escapes me. My god, that is funny. Her Sands had me rolling in the aisles. Unfortunately, that's not finished either, but it's a scream. Tears streaming down my face, the repartee between the two of them is hysterical. She's one talented writer.
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*sniff*
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ending made me soooo sad
Does this mean we have a somewhat happy ending for Rene and James? At least in Rene's fucked up concept of what happiness might mean.
::Scratches head::
Rene happy? Disconnect.
Okay. James is happy enough for the both of them.
::Puts hands together in prayer::
Somehow fitting, don't ya think?
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as for james and ne ne...according to pooky, james has just turned into horatio hornblower. apparently in a good way, as it made her squeal. i'm not sure what that means, myself
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I also think that in terms of your story, an unhappy ending would somehow be a travesty. A mockery of everything that James stands for, really. It's interesting that it's Rene who is almost Calvinistic in this tale with his relentless harsh take on life, and James almost positively Catholic with his belief in prayer and salvation!
I've started re-reading IofS from the beginning and not like I haven't read it a million time already, but even now I'm finding tidbits, relishing description, discoering hints and foreshawoing, ah-ha! moments. So fucking good. Tips my hat to you.
And if pooky is squealing, it's good enough for me.
Although I thought they were going Russian on you?
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"I am sorry. I am sorry." As though she felt the same weakness in her legs, the woman was falling softly to her knees, with an easy sort of practice though it must have been painful to land unprotected on the stone. James had only a moment for that thought, and then her quiet-voiced litany reached his ears.
Lifting a hand to his face, he felt the frown there, the unhappy twist to his mouth, and gasped, lowering his hand to her head to draw her eyes back up, trying to make himself smile.
"You have no cause to be," he told her quickly, the muscles in his cheeks stiff and unbending. He knew his scowl deepened, and was grateful at least that her fear had not yet afforded her a glance at his expression. Words caught in his mouth, left him chewing on empty air for a moment, and then he allowed his knees to give at last, bringing him face to face with her loveliness, to the tears trailing from eyes down to her chin, as convinced of her damnation as the child-Rene had been, burning in his fever.
"And no one will make you feel so." He bent his head as he spoke, clasping her hands between them and letting the dim light of the dyed glass fall over them as they prayed.