[sticky entry] Sticky: sponsorable fic list

Jan. 1st, 2016 07:23 am
chanter_greenie: a lilac tree in bloom (Wisconsin spring: lilac season)
I actually have one of these, now! I'm amazed I got this far. Fics available for funding by donation are listed below. I'm borrowing from the ever-marvelous [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith here by listing the name of the person who prompted the story. I've also learned about rate calculations by following her examples and links. For information on the orange!verse, and the Schrodinger's Heroes project that spawned it, see her menu page.

Just for my own sake, if a person donates for one of these fics, could they please send a private message or drop a comment or... something of that sort? I've never done this from the writerly side before, and I have no idea if PayPal will send a message of its own when a donation comes in. Edited to add: It does send a message! I still have no objections to people dropping a line, though. I don't often equate usernames with real names, especially if I don't know you RL.

Miller's Speculation
prompted by [personal profile] thnidu, with a hat tip to Professor Virgil Miller, University of Wisconsin - Whitewater. Sponsored by R. A. Olivero, a very old RL friend
Original ficlet. The quirkiest cautionary tale/moment of ironic justice you ever did see.

"Meteor Scatter"
prompted by < [personal profile] perfectworry, Sponsored by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
Orange!verse. Quinn has nothing at all against other people's stars.

Tuning Up
Backdated several years before the events of "Adjacent Universe Splatter". Rebroadcasts to the northern States started first.
Orange!verse, $40.

Autumn On The Oak Savannah
prompted and sponsored by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
Original ficlet. The scent of newly-harvested fields in the fall... and quite a bit more besides.

Spring Is Honest
Written in trade with [personal profile] helgatwb, who asked for a piece about early spring. I obliged, with Wisconsin in late March.

Musical Gift
Prompted by [personal profile] siliconshaman, sponsored by W. Blondeau, an RL friend
Orange!verse. "Someone's got to speak up. I'm having fun while I do it." Meet Eric.

Dual Path Echo
prompted in a roundabout way by [personal profile] siliconshaman and [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith, sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse. To Helen, love is verb, noun and natural state of being.

Working The Bands
Mr. Kaplan the Galena librarian, Celine, and Lise roll up their sleeves for a righteous cause.
Orange!verse, $31.

Halo
Orange!verse. Il est bien, sa bon, even when it ain't. Meet Doc and Sister.

In The Clear
sponsored by R. A. Olivero, an RL friend
Orange!verse, immediately post Open Carrier and Carrier Wave (both still in progress). Dat is niet alleen uit vanavond. Eric meets a refugee.

Outbander
sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse, set just before Cat's In The Cradle. "It's for my girlfriend." A trans* citizen of America (recurring character) gets by.

Thy Father And...
There are two sides to what Kendra's inherited.
Orange!verse, $5.

Signal Strength
sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse. Concurrent with the events of Cat's In The Cradle. At eighteen, Kendra gets an education by radio.

Keeping A Logbook
sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse. These are the things Sandy carries.

Jammed Transmissions
Every refugee has a story of their own.
TW: visceral imagery (current), violence, police brutality, racism, homophobia, harmful institutional reactions to neurodiversity (all past, current environment supportive)
Orange!verse, $41.

Clandestine Stations
What makes the local Waxahachie team help with rebroadcasts to the southern States?
Orange!verse, $10.50.

Ragchew
Just what gets written in safehouse fridge notes, anyway?
TW: brief but vividly mentioned symptoms of illness
Orange!verse, $25.

QRM
Sharing space in Canadian safehouses is far from uneventful.
TW: past loss of family members, obvious mental stress
Orange!verse, $46.

Legal ID
Prompted by [personal profile] ellenmillion. Carlos doesn't envy the lawyers one bit, but...
TW: references to child abuse and violence (past, current environment supportive)
Orange!verse, $11.50.

Modulation
"We're geese, not coyotes." Carlos and Quinn make a run to Detroit.
TW: hinted possible violence, nothing shown
Orange!verse, $28

Parliament Hill's Reply
Released for free post the 2016 U.S. election.
In Brampton, Leigh muses on Lady Liberty's inscription and the people who cross the border.

Essential Components
Which items are vital at the safehouse in Brampton, and why?
Orange!verse, $39.

Open Carrier Part 1
Kendra makes a decision.
Orange!verse, $12.

Open Carrier Part 2
Kendra gets rolling.
Orange!verse, $5.

Open Carrier Part 3
Kendra spends her first day and night on the road.
Orange!verse, $7.

Open Carrier Part 4
Kendra makes it to Detroit.
Orange!verse, $6.

Lighted Display
This little light of--wait just a second.
Orange!verse, $7.50.

Heaven Is Subjective
sponsored by [personal profile] technoshaman
Orange!verse. "People still hate up here," Sandy says.

Arco Iris
Free verse poem, not part of any specific universe. Someone asks a soundmage for a magical rainbow. She provides as only she can. This poem was the un-posted inspiration of a rainbow/color challenge a while ago.
Original, $5

Summer To The Winter Country
Prompted and sponsored by [personal profile] technoshaman. Original. Summer might be sand.

The Senses Of Same
Prompted by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith. Hope, wonder and hunched shoulders.
Original, $9.50.

Bring Back The Wonder
Sponsored by McSushi, an RL friend. Original. Just what would it take?

The Lamentations of Old Money
What Jennifer wants fits on a two-sided coin.
Original, $23.00.
This is as close as I can get to how this series runs, chronological order-wise. It's a fair suggested reading order too, although several of these can stand alone if so desired. The first two pieces diverge from the rest, but not as far as you might think. Works without linked titles are available for sponsorship, or incomplete and being worked on if noted.

Update: I now have a character list posted for the orange!verse. Be forewarned, some of the details in that list are spoilers for as-yet unreleased pieces. Read with caution if inclined to avoid info you'd sooner find out in stories as they appear.

Adjacent Universe Splatter
Pat and Scarlett get a signal they aren't expecting. Scarlet!verse.

Taking The Long Path
The team tune in the station Pat caught. Scarlet!verse.

Tuning Up
Backdated several years before the events of "Adjacent Universe Splatter". Rebroadcasts to the northern States started first. Orange!verse.

Musical Gift
Someone's got to speak up. I'm having fun while I do it. Meet Eric. Orange!verse.

Dual Path Echo
To Helen, love is verb, noun and natural state of being. Orange!verse.

Keeping A Logbook
These are the things Sandy carries. Orange!verse.

Halo
Il est bien, sa bon, even when it ain't. Meet Doc and Sister. Orange!verse.

Working The Bands
Mr. Kaplan the Galena librarian, Celine, and Lise roll up their sleeves for a righteous cause. Orange!verse.

Essential Components
Which items are most important at the safehouse in Brampton, and why? Orange!verse.

Ragchew
Just what gets written on safehouse refrigerator doors? Orange!verse.

Jij Bent Zo
You're like that, and I wouldn't have you any other way. Meet Kendra. Orange!verse.

Handles and Callsigns (in progress)
Cell members have all kinds of ways they identify themselves on the radio. Orange!verse.

QRM
Sharing space in Canadian safehouses is far from uneventful. Orange!verse.

Heaven Is Subjective
"People do still hate up here," Sandy says. Orange!verse

The First Rule of Pirate Radio (in progress)
Not everybody's squeaky clean, whichever side of the border they're from or on. Orange!verse.

Legal ID
Carlos doesn't envy the lawyers one bit, but... Orange!verse.

Local Interference
(backdated four years prior to Jij Bent Zo)
Sometimes you just gotta stand. How Kendra got that black eye. Orange!verse.

Cat's In The Cradle
The little Boy Blue and the man on the moon. Michael watches his daughter with his gifts. Orange!verse.

Thy Father And...
There are two sides to what Kendra's inherited. Orange!verse.

Signal Strength
(post Jij Bent Zo, concurrent with the earlier two thirds of Cat's In The Cradle)
At eighteen, Kendra gets an education by radio. Orange!verse.

Jammed Transmissions
Every refugee has a story of their own. Orange!verse.

Meteor Scatter
(backdated roughly three years prior to the end of Cat's In The Cradle)
Quinn has nothing against other people's stars. Orange!verse.

Outbander
(concurrent with Cat's In The Cradle)
"It's for my girlfriend." A trans* citizen of America gets by. Orange!verse.

Modulation
"We're geese, not coyotes." Carlos and Quinn make a run to Detroit. Orange!verse.

Parliament Hill's Reply
In Brampton, Leigh muses on Lady Liberty's inscription and the people who cross the border. Orange!verse.

Open Carrier (in progress, now partially sponsorable)
(set post Cat's In The Cradle)
Kendra makes an attempt. Orange!verse.

Carrier Wave (in progress)
(immediately post Open Carrier)
For some refugees, the only way out is through. Orange!verse.

In The Clear
(immediately post Carrier Wave)
Dat is niet alleen uit vanavond. Eric meets a refugee. Orange!verse.

Lighted Display
This little light of--wait just a second. Orange!verse.

Clandestine Stations
What makes the local Waxahachie team help with rebroadcasts to the southern States? Orange!verse.
chanter_greenie: a Band of Brothers appreciation icon, highlighting Gene Roe (BoB: my fandom needs some scissors!)
Saving/improving someone's life via blood transfusion would not be possible without medical... science. :D

So yes. Blood donation successful! Slowly but surely working my way toward my 4-gallon pin, 56 days at a time. :) If doing every darn thing I can in the week preceding an appointment to make sure my iron passes muster is what it takes, and evidently that's the case lately, then that's what it takes. It is entirely worth it.

Donating blood on Earth Day seems right, somehow. I can't entirely articulate that one as yet, but it does.

No one has yet recognized my Franklin (as opposed to Watson and Crick, the thieves) shirt for the reference it is, alas. Wearing it today feels like a tiny dual victory just the same.

This is a very disjointed post. :)
chanter_greenie: paratroopers Talbert and Smith in Carentan, Tab looking delighted, Smith embarrassed (BoB - Carentan: Tab and Smithy ack!)
They keep coming up again!

I got through and, as it happens, had a fairly decent time with family over Easter, and frankly, I just feel like throwing this one out there again. So! Before my smoke alarm goes off in mistaken reaction to the candle I just blew out, and distracts me...


Time for a round of ye old cliff, shag or marry meme. Give me three characters, preferably from fandoms I'm at least passingly familiar with (familiarity via Milliways counts here) and I'll tell you who I'd a) fling off a cliff, b) get... ahem, entangled with, or c) marry. Let's pretend that my various orientation variables don't apply here, shall we?

Have at!
chanter_greenie: Commander Seth Goddard of Space Cases fame (SC: Goddard - do the best they can)
My openly MOGAI, shamelessly politically liberal self is suddenly *very* glad she stopped crossposting to livejournal several years ago. Part of me wants to disable comments over there, but the rest of me either a) wonders if that's a moot point, given my last non-postdated entry is from 2013 and my last edit from 2015, or b) balks at agreeing, however briefly, to the latest iteration of the ToS as I've read it in translation. See above, especially the bits about my MOGAI status.

I miss the SouCon folks from LJ. I wish more of them were on DW. I also miss a few of the comms I used to belong to over there as well; rigelianculture, for one, radio_alouette for another, gay_oddities for a third. For me, though, the LJ ship has thoroughly sailed.

*emphasis on fluff, in its usage as a mild term for passing gas
In this case, the song lyric doesn't fit past the initial line, as I'm not talking about a computer virus here, and I have no intention of telling my anything so long, except for, emphatically, my illness!

In short, I've caught the crud that's going around. Sore throat, cough from Hades, swollen lymph nodes, attendant squeak-tastic hoarse voice. Ugh. It's all made my job iiiiiinteresting the last couple days! It hasn't been fun in general. I finally bit the bullet and went to the doctor, just in case I had something worse than the run of the mill ick. Nope, not strep or similar, thankfully. Just a PITA of a bug that's circulating in the area. Got some meds to knock down the hacking coughing awfulness while the mumblemutter virus is clearing out. They work, thank goodness. From what I'm told, every day should suck a little bit less from here on out, and I may be paraphrasing there, but not by much.

Could have been much worse.
chanter_greenie: a lilac tree in bloom (Wisconsin spring: lilac season)
Took today off, because I was offered it and pounced; I badly, badly needed it, what with K the awesome coworker's family tragedy throwing everything at work for an understandable loop. That poor woman and kiddos... For explanation, K's husband died unexpectedly on Valentine's Day, of a lightning fast and almost always lethal illness. :( :( I do not in the slightest resent K being out, because what kind of class A prime example of a jerk would I be if I did? But wow do I ever need the vacation day! So, had last Friday off and did absolutely zilch. Have today off as well, and have already done considerably more.

Cut for minor, non-graphic medical detail of the dentist-type variety. )

Now, there shall be more coffee, rare daytime weekday DX, and later on, cheering on the Badgers as they beat Florida! One can hope... Well, if you're me, one can hope her bracket isn't busted by the end of the night!

At least this tooth isn't busted. I know, that's a reach for wordplay. :) Still.
chanter_greenie: a starscape, including a spiral galaxy (on a quest for a jewel)
I finally got this finished and posted it to AO3. It's the first fanfiction I've written in aaaaaages. It is not, despite the pairings listed, explicit in the likely-expected ways. It qualifies as ace erotica though, very much so. Talia has some vivid daydreams late in season 1. This is definitely post 'Legacies', because one interaction gave my demisensual self the crawlies for a day and a half and inspired Talia's references to brick walls in narration... Call it somewhere around 1X21.

This is, I admit, a warm fuzzy note to a certain character who's my absolute favorite in that whole series. I'm still melting over him while grieving his actor at the same time, I've got myself rather stuck, and this helped at least somewhat. I just hope I haven't gone OOC for Talia. Suitable for teen and up audiences, watch for intense thought processes in narration and imagery to match, as well as gratuitous fantasizing, though that last is admitted by Winters herself right off the bat. And yes, the title is a reference to the English translation of the lullaby/carol. 6637 words.

All Through The Night

Please comment over there if you're going to do so. Nothing at all wrong with DW comments, but I'd really appreciate them on AO3!
chanter_greenie: a Pringles can with the words 'you can't write just one' written across it (drabbles are like pringles)
Finally got another piece finished. Not entirely sure where it came from, but it's been slowly percolating and now it's up for sponsorship. 'Working The Bands' shows three people in different parts of the orange!verse rolling up their sleeves for the long haul, as it were.
chanter_greenie: a cream-colored yellow Labrador lying at the top of a staircase, one paw draped over the top step (mellow yellow)
1. Blood donation complete! After several failed attempts due to low iron, I did *every* darn thing I could do over the past week and finally, fiiiiinallyyyyy got my level high enough to donate again, with room to spare! :D Now to wait 56 days and do it again.

2. Lunch with both sisters and a wiggly, giggly niece. Always a good time, and it's not terribly often we all get together, so warm fuzzies all around.

3. Speaking of siblings, my youngest sister got engaged last night! Congratulations, Jolie and Andrew!

Now to have a mellow Sunday.
chanter_greenie: a panther being stared at by multiple other animals (this panther has been to Colorado)
1638 UTC. Rest in peace, Challenger seven.
chanter_greenie: a house and road blanketed in snow (Wisconsin winter: buried in snay)
75,000 to 100,000 people at Capitol Square this afternoon. Diverse, entirely peaceful crowd: Women, men, nonbinary folks, multiracial, multiethnic and multilingual (languages counted so far today=3: English, Spanish and Brazilian Portuguese), babies to seniors. I got a pleasant surprise when Milwaukee's own righteous firebrand of a state senator, Senator Taylor, was introduced! :) Music, poetry, spontaneous organization... and zero ill will seen anywhere. Plenty of calling certain officials out on their horribleness, but no evil intent. *That* is how we rally, Mr. Donald [crude potty humor/cultural reference mashup redacted]. Expect more of the same.

I've missed this. I shouldn't have done, considering the circumstances that lead to protests in both 2011 and now in the first place, but... I have. The atmosphere today had the same magical quality as the iconic snow rally we held, nearly six years ago. Let's hope that atmosphere, and the crowds creating it, continue. I for one am crossing my fingers. And turning out, of course.

happy 2017!

Jan. 1st, 2017 02:30 pm
chanter_greenie: a slightly faded picture of a three-legged torbie kitty cat with a lot of rust coloring in her fur (supermodel kitty)
Goodbye, 2016. Do not let the gate constrict on your fundament on the way out, to quote a stationmaster at The Crossings.
chanter_greenie: a house and road blanketed in snow (Wisconsin winter: buried in snay)
And I have news! I also have new socks that are not full of holes, hot chocolate, tea and coffee, a space heater to fix the one I accidentally broke *facepalms*, and a rather pretty blue blouse. But I have news!

I'm going to be an auntie again! Allie and Jordan (Laura's parents) have kid #2 on the way, ETA June or July. EeeeeeeEEEEE! :D I'm hoping it's a second niece, so she can be Audrey for my maternal great-aunt, or Lois for my mother's mom. I doubt the latter, since that name's previously gotten the 'yuck!' treatment, but Audrey might fly. My other sister's floated that as a name for a future daughter of her own, though. Jordan says he wants a boy, since his was a houseful of boys as much as ours was all girlies. EeeeeeeEEEEE! :D I *suspected* something might just be up when my mother oh so casually asked me if I'd talked to Allie lately... but I didn't quite trust it until I got the news sprung on me. On Christmas Eve, no less! :)

:)
chanter_greenie: a house and road blanketed in snow (Wisconsin winter: buried in snay)
I know I haven't been the most active person on the planet lately, but I still figured I should drop a note in here. I'm off to Christmas in Waupun, back early-ish on Monday. Millifolken, Sariel owes a few Christmas gifts to people, so that'll happen then.

Zoom!
chanter_greenie: a Band of Brothers appreciation icon, highlighting Gene Roe (BoB: my fandom needs some scissors!)
I've just emerged from a mostly delightful rabbit hole of B-5 bloopers, clips and rather insightful comments. I say mostly, because I've only now (!) learned of two losses. This'll teach me to concern myself only with characters, and not with actors. Oh, Commander Sinclair. Oh, sir. I didn't know. Entil'zha, I didn't know. :( And Garibaldi too--jeez. But oh, sir. I had no idea! Two more beyond the rim, and I had no idea.

snip for something I'm ashamed to admit )

Oh, commander. I had no idea, any of it. Rest well, sir. You more than earned it.
chanter_greenie: Commander Seth Goddard of Space Cases fame (SC: Goddard - do the best they can)
Said to myself after watching the episode 'Who Goes Where?' of a series I was utterly mad for in 1996 and '97, especially after factoring in certain phrases and plot devices: Well, I had a type even at twelve.

Good gosh. I really did have a type, even then. ... *embarrassed face* See icon. 'Tell me what happened, from the beginning.' 'Get yourself healed up.' Good *shards*. The frak is wrong with me and my lingering biases?

Don't ask me where the sudden burst of nostalgia came from; I'm not entirely sure myself. It's no wonder my friends and I all got into Voyager and DS-9, though, after/alongside that. I do remember wishing SC had gone a little more serious/less childhood and more teenage with a few episodes and snippets of same...

*flees*
chanter_greenie: a house and road blanketed in snow (Wisconsin winter: buried in snay)
I'm posting this, publicly and for free, in the wake of the utter explosive excrement storm that was this past week in the States. It's intended as part defiance, part necessity, part reminder of human decency.

For a summary: In Brampton, Leigh puts her thoughts about the neighbor to the south, and the people who cross the border, in writing. Sandy has a hand in too, but it's a relatively small one. TW for all kinds of references to institutional and societal prejudices on the basis of race, class, gender and sex, and economic status. Also for some very bittersweet imagery.

Parliament Hill's Reply )

Notes are here:

*Leigh is quoting and riffing on the inscription from the Statue of Liberty.

*DaƱada, translated from Spanish, is 'damaged girl'. In other words, damaged goods.
chanter_greenie: a house and road blanketed in snow (Wisconsin winter: buried in snay)
Because I'm going to go ahead and post it. The Lamentations of Old Money is up as a sponsorable poem. It's original and lyrical, and I am quite proud of it.

Good night!
chanter_greenie: a panther being stared at by multiple other animals (this panther has been to Colorado)
Go ahead, Mr. Donald J. Duck Dump, he whose name in spoonerism crossed with amateurish potty joke is, so says the lovely [personal profile] meimichan, an insult to innocent duck shit. Go ahead, Mr. Tronald Dump. Go ahead, Mr. Sexual Predator, Mr. Shameless Tax Evader, Mr. Road Company Understudy of Harry Lime, Mr. Fractional Third of the Third Man. Go ahead, pal. Hit me. I can take it.

I'm a terrier with an idea, just like my own character Kendra. I am a stickler, just like James Madison, for certain convictions. My conviction, not quite in mirror of his but close enough, is equality and dignity for every person. People are people are people. Everyone has a story. I've been this stubborn since the idea of people not being allowed to believe what they wanted to believe set my blood boiling with an emotion I had no name for. I was in Mrs. Rose's class in the first grade. I was seven. I've been this stubborn since the phrase 'slave pen' set me so aflame with inarticulate righteous anger that I had to isolate it on the page and reread it, just to savor the acid and the horror of the rage I felt. I was roughly ten, and learning about the Underground Railroad for the first time. I've been this stubborn since I was maybe eight, and utterly bewildered by the idea of war in the countries in the news (Somalia, I'm fairly sure it was) being motivated by religious conflict. I've been this stubborn since I realized I was the weird one, and that respect as a competent human was novel. I was barely walking, barely using a cane. I've been this stubborn ever since I was a kid falling in love with Resistance stories and Underground Railroad stories and Revolutionary stories, secret codes and midnight rides and discreet exchanges of information, and I never. grew. up.

So hit me with your best damn shot, Mr. Duck Dump. Sybil Ludington fought for ideals better than yours. So did Deborah Sampson, and Dr. Joseph Warren, and the legendary Iron Brigade of Wisconsin, and 506's Easy Company, and my grandfather, my dad's dad, in Belgium with Patton, and the segregated officers washed ashore in Saint Lawrence, Newfoundland, and Washington himself and yes, I went there. Hit me, pal. Grab my queer self by the pussy. Black my eyes, break my nose, mark me up and down. I can take it. I will take it. Because I can take it where others cannot. I refuse to lie down or shut up. Go ahead, take a swing at me. Make me a target. You have got nothing on me for sheer, homespun, righteous blue resolve. I will get up again, and I will shame you as I stand. Go ahead, have fun trying to knock the dumpy little blind lady down. You'll fail.

You will look like an idiot when you fail.

And I'll laugh in your face as I square up with you. And again. And again. And I will. not. stop.

May have been the losing side, this time. Still fully convinced it was the right one.
chanter_greenie: a Pringles can with the words 'you can't write just one' written across it (drabbles are like pringles)
Wow, I have not updated this darn thing in a loooong time. Right, fixing that! I could also say write, fixing that, but more on that in a moment.

I truly am still here. This bloody buggering election is going to be the death of me, and no matter what the battleground maps and the polls suggest, I am still tinkle-in-my-big-girl-shorts scared of a certain possible outcome, and will be so until November 9! In other news, still working far too much and commuting for far too long the better to do so, still reading tons and tons of fanfiction and original work, and still attempting to write. And, with that last, finally succeeding with something original of my own, as of tonight.

800+ words of lyrical poetry, finally, and it doesn't feel entirely like it's done yet. If I say 'run its course', I make it sound like an infection, which it isn't. Writing this one did feel something like lancing... uh, never mind. If anything, the subject matter is a bit of an affliction to be enjoyed--ooh, would that be considered saudade? Anyway, the poem may be sponsorable, but it's incredibly personal, so... hmm. I'll think about that, once it's properly done and edited. The tentative, working title is 'The Lamentations of Old Money'. It does not reference what it sounds like it references, for the record.

Now, however, I think I am going the frak to bed! This afternoon saw me rather overdo it on coffee (not a giant problem) and sugar (much more of one) due to an abundance of Halloween candy at work. I proceeded to be super wired, came home and wrote like the proverbial wind, and now that I'm slowly mellowing, I really should curl up before my brain chemistry overrides the sleep disorder meds and decides to keep me awake all night. I do *not* need that, as work performance tomorrow will take a severe nosedive if it happens, and all other gripes about my job aside, I rather like being able to pay the rent.

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