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So, turn out that my recurring months of 'hibernation' actually have an explanation. I had a blood test last week which revealed several vitamin deficiencies and probably a problem with my thyroid gland. Which wouldn't be too surprising, since my aunt has to take pills to keep hers into submission.

Anyway, not much change recently. I discovered an addiction to James Bond: Skyfall (Q/Ben Whishaw is to die for. Seriously, that hair ♥.♥ I just want to grab him by the hair and... well ;p ). Apart from that, I'm still reading tons of BBC Sherlock and Avengers fanfictions.

Went to see the last Marvel too, Captain America: the Winter Soldier. The movie was impressive, that I have to give them. I certainly didn't anticipate this plot twist (I always avoid any spoilers/trailers beforehand). Still, I'm a bit disappointed because, if we want to be honest, it mostly didn't concern the Winter Soldier. He was just a catalyst. Well, not like that was a surprise. I very much doubted that they would really make it about him, for some reason. However, a third CA centered on Steve reconciling with Bucky would certainly be appreciated.

Another pet peeve of mine: there are not nearly enough crossovers between the movies. I doubt that everything would have happened at SHIELD without Tony getting wind of a thing or two. Bet he'd have poked his nose (or JARVIS') in there a long time ago, or at least, right at the start of this clusterfuck.

Which remind me, I still need to watch the Agents of SHIELD episodes! Seriously, I only watched the first five and there at, what, 17? But I really hate watching movies/series by myself, so I keep putting it off, which means I have to be careful on the web, since I don't want spoilers and, well, ... I could make my life easier, really.

About my writing... Well, I haven't done much. Didn't even finish my Nanowrimo last year (30k words out of 50). If I wrote 3'000 words since the start of the year... On the other hand, I started writing a promising Harry Potter fanfiction, sometimes at the end of 2013, which is almost 13'000 words already. Now, if only I could push myself to write again. I don't know what's the problem, I never feel like doing anything.

Speaking of writing, I've been feeling the need to write a 007: Skyfall shortfic for a while, but I've no idea what about. Suggestion? (knowing that I love fanfics which include the character of Alec Trevelyan, even though he's not in Skyfall and is even supposed to be dead ;) )
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Chapter 3! \o/ Took me a while to get it mostly right, but here it finally is :)

Harry Potter and the Gift of Legilimency

Summary: Harry has a very unusual gift: he is a natural Legilimens. Unsurprisingly, the ability to read and manipulate the thoughts of his relatives -and others- led to him having a very different childhood and very different personality...

Chapter 3: Of Sortings and Gawkers
@FFnet or @AO3

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Well, I've modified a few things and reposted my story on FFnet, let's hope that they won't take it down again...

In the mean time, chapter 2! \o/

Harry Potter and the Gift of Legilimency

Summary: Harry has a very unusual gift: he is a natural Legilimens. Unsurprisingly, the ability to read and manipulate the thoughts of his relatives -and others- led to him having a very different childhood and very different personality...

Chapter 2: Of Trains and Castles
@FFnet or @AO3

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Hi! This is a plot idea that's been bugging me for a while now. Well, actually it's several plot-bunnies combined in one. I started it while participating to Nanowrimo 2013, when I was stuck with my other novel and the idea has expanded until we got this.

I'll warn you though, it's not beta-read!


Summary: Harry has a very unusual gift: he is a natural Legilimens. Unsurprisingly, the ability to read and manipulate the thoughts of his relatives -and others- led to him having a very different childhood and very different personality...

Another take on the first book/year.

No pairings yet, not stupid!Harry, probably gray-ish!Harry, un-beta-ed,

Chapter 1: Of School Supplies and Wands or @ArchiveOfOurOwn

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Still writing titbits here and there :D

The thing about Sephiroth is, he isn't evil. He isn't harsh and cold and standoffish or whatever they like to call him. He just doesn't know how to relate with people. He knows laboratories and lab assistants, knows which guards to avoid and how to slide under Hojo's radar when the man is heading into one of his mad rant about things nobody understand. What Sephiroth doesn't get is this: friendship, mutual help, study groups, females, amongst many others. For a long time, he doesn't understand grass, trees, ocean or sky, either.

Then, Hojo's more or less forced to hand over his perfect weapon, so that ShinRa can get the goddamn war that's growing with Wutai, settled quickly to show its mastery. And Sephiroth is suddenly thrown in the land of barracks, barely grown up teenagers, sweat and laughter and chaos, far for the off white, mako green and blood red -literally- of the labs.

For a time, Sephiroth flounders. Nothing's prepared him to this new form of bedlam. He doesn't know when people are joking and when they are being serious. He doesn't understand for a long time that the other soldiers aren't just pretending not to understand, to exasperate theirs teachers; they actually don't learn a new concept within seconds, like he does. He trains and eats and studies and sleeps, and watches the others complain that they don't have enough time or that the teachers are pushing them too hard and they can't keep up. It takes him an embarrassingly full week to realize that the other can't keep up with him because they're too busy having social lives. He's bewildered by any concept of girlfriend, going out or just hanging around. He can't see the point or the appeal. Especially as he has no one to hang out with.

It didn't take long to the other soldiers to push him away. At first, they might have tried to pull him in their circles, but since he hadn't understood their signals and street lingo, they had labeled him as haughty. They probably felt that he thought himself too good for them, when he simply couldn't make head or tail of their behavior.

By the time Sephiroth becomes the General of ShinRa, it's pretty well known that he has no friends -except maybe for the other two commanders, Hewley and Rhapsodos- and that he doesn't want any.

Of course, everybody's wrong about this. Not that he would ever try to change their minds. Even years after leaving the labs, he still can't interpret people's reactions, if it's not in a war/strategy setting.


"Did you actually frighten off another secretary, again?"

Genesis marches into Sephiroth's office as if he owns it, like always. Sephiroth's given up trying to force him to knock, before barging in.

"I fail to see what I could have done to... frighten? a mere secretary. And what do you mean by "again"?" Sephiroth answers dryly, without raising his head from the paperwork he's working his way through. Sometimes, he wonders if the urban legend that paperwork breeds when ones back is turned, isn't actually true. Especially now, that he's secretary-less.

"Oh, come on. You can scare the pants off a war veteran with just that raised eyebrow of yours. Yes! That one!" Genesis flops into an armchair and points at Sephiroth with a glee-filled expression. "Civilians have no defense against your eyebrow of doom."

"My what, now?"

"Gaia help me, Sephiroth, you seriously needs to go out sometimes. And also, to keep up with modern culture." Genesis shakes his head with his usual flair. "I wonder how many pop culture references goes right over your head every day. Do you actually understand a word of Angeal's puppy's babble?"

Sephiroth hides a wince. He does have trouble deciphering Fair's rambling.

Genesis bursts out laughing. "By Gaia, right on the nail! I repeat, you need to get out sometimes. Why don't you come with Angeal and me this week-end, to watch the lastest super-hero movie?"

"I have..."

"Too much work, other commitments, no interest in going to the cinema, blah blah blah."

Genesis flaps his hand around in an odd gesture. Sephiroth has the fleeting impression that he should understand the movement It's not an unusual feeling.

"No matter. This time, you won't get out of this. If needed, I'll invoke to Lazard your need to wind down."

"And what makes you think that I need to..."

"Wind down, yes, it's an actual expression. People do use it." Genesis rolls his eyes. "And you do need to relax. That secretary of yours was ready to have a breakdown, before Lazard caved in and transferred her to Heidegger's department."

Work In Progress...
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• Word Count: (when I think about posting/updating it ^^;;;)

2013 (36'400 words)2013 details )
2012 (71'225)2012 details )
2011 (32'770 words)2011 details )
2010 (64'348 words)2010 details )
2009 (92'022 words)2009 details )
If the numbers don't match my fics, that's normal: I don't publish everything I write ;p
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So, I haven’t managed to motivate myself to write a word in months. But with Nanowrimo getting close, we met with those who will participate in my area and I finally found the will to put words in Evernote.

So, in order to force myself/keep myself going, I’ve decided to publish as I go, everything that I write. So, beware, it’s unbetaed, short and unfinished :D
Today is the beginning of a Final Fantasy VII fanfiction, in which Rufus and the Turks takes things Hojo in hands during the days before Crisis Core/when Angeal and Genesis are still Sephiroth’s Commanders.

Rufus slammed the report on his desk, holding back a growl of rage with difficulties. His father might have promoted him to the post of vice-president as a way to bribe him and keep him from making waves after the AVALANCHE incident, but it was more of a boon for him. Despite his cold demeanor and usual uncaring ways, a few of the Turks - Tseng, the first - had shown him that Rufus did matter for a few people. And now that he was in a position of power, Rufus was going to return the favor by making sure that said Turks were protected from within the company itself.

The files littering Rufus desk were proofs of his new-found resolution. The first step was to determine the risks and Rufus had barely started his project that he was already hitting a snag. Obviously, a lot of Turks’ deaths happened because of an assignation turned wrong or an act of rebellion or revenge from the slum people or ShinRa’s enemies. Despite the clear explanation, something had caught Rufus’ attention. He wasn’t sure what, but evidently, his instinct was good enough, as some of those deaths didn’t actually hold up to a more thorough investigation. His inquiries had brought up a few too many links leading back to the Science Department. Something was going on and when the Science Department was involved, nothing good ever came out of it.

A knock on the door brought Rufus’ attention back to the moment. He had to be careful with this investigation, as Hojo was a favorite of his father for an unknown reason. Of course, he would find out, one way or another, what hold Hojo had on ShinRa senior, as it was potentially an useful information. In the meantime, he needed to be cautious.

Rufus quickly stacked together the various incriminating files, putting on top a random report from the Weapon Department. “Enter!”

”Rufus.” Tseng glided in the room with his usual smooth walk, impassive as always. “You have been auditing the Turks.”

Of course, it was stupid to think that Rufus could get anything past him, especially an investigation on the Turks. “Yes.” There was nothing he could say. Denying was useless and potentially dangerous. Rufus had no other choice but to trust Tseng anyway. He wouldn’t survive in this company if he couldn’t count on Tseng to have his back. “Some things don’t add up. I’m surprised that you never followed up on some of those deaths.”

”You assume that I suspect fool play of some sort.”

”Of course you do. If I managed to find hints of fool play, you had to be aware of the problem. Why didn’t you act?” It was a valid question. The Turks were known for their strong sense of family and loyalty to each others and the company, and yet Tseng didn’t try to protect them?

”You know the answer already.”

There were few people who had enough power to stall the Turks. With the Science Department involved… Hojo.

Rufus frowned, barely stopping himself from baring his teeth. “And yet, you must have done something. I know you.” It was only because Tseng had almost raised him that Rufus caught the almost imperceptible twitch of uncertainty that the Turk couldn’t suppress.

”I have… gathered information,” was Tseng’s quiet answer.

What an innocuous word, ‘information’. But, wielded by a Turk, it took a very different meaning and importance.

”Information leading to whom?”

Tseng glared at Rufus who merely shrugged back. He knew that they couldn’t afford to voice their suspicions aloud. Still, he wished that Tseng would tell him that he was wrong and that Hojo hadn’t been disappearing Turks for a little over twenty years, without anyone being able to oppose him. Rufus felt like hiding under his bed from the monster and letting Tseng, who could do anything, deal with it. However, despite his skills and position as the Director of the Turks, Tseng hadn’t been able to protect his men. It said everything you need to know about Hojo’s reach.

Rufus pushed away from the desk and stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, gazing outside without really paying attention to the view. “My father appointed me to the position of vice-president of the ShinRa Company,” he said quietly.

Tseng didn’t react to the non sequitur, staying perfectly composed despite the obvious statement.

”I don’t think he realized how much power he was giving me at the time.” Rufus turned around, staring straight at Tseng. “Hojo is using my Turks as lab specimens.”

It wasn’t a question, but Tseng answered anyway, after a moment of hesitation. “Yes, he is.”

”Who else?”

”SOLDIERs. Army grunts. People from the Slums. Political enemies of the ShinRa.” Tseng shrugged. “Whoever you can think of.”

Rufus jerked, surprised. “SOLDIERs? If Sephiroth was aware that some of his killed-in-action and missing-in-action SOLDIERs had ended up in Hojo’s hands, he would burn this whole company to the ground,” he exclaimed, holding back a shiver of dread.

”I’m aware of this. It would be why I haven’t briefed him. As most cleans-up are done by Turks, I don’t believe that he has any suspicions yet.”

Rufus sighed. This was going to be even more dangerous that he had anticipated. “I want you to gather everything you can find against Hojo. Proofs of kidnapping, stealing, anything. Unearth every little dirty secrets of his that you can find. And for the love of Gaia, write up a report about the SOLDIERs and make sure that Sephiroth will understand that I’m on his side.”

Rufus didn’t need to explain that he had to get the support of the Silver General, as well as his two Commanders. He wasn’t sure why his father couldn’t acknowledge the fact that if he lost control of the three super-SOLDIERs, his entire empire would crumble within days. Rufus was determined to foster some good will with the SOLDIERs. With the backing of both the Turks and the SOLDIERs, nobody would dare oppose him.


1'000 worth of words written on Monday and Tuesday, go me \o/ Okay, it's really pathetic, but it's about all I wrote this year, so I still consider it a victory. Am gonna try to write some tonight too, but I'm pretty wiped, so we'll see :)

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I did it! No, seriously, I really did :)
What I'm talking about, of course, is Nanowrimo. I think I mentioned it, at the beginning of the month. So yeah, this year I've been working on it, again (it was my fourth Nano. Feels like much more, actually). Last year, I didn't finish, because I had to go visit my family half way through and writing there was simply horrible. Too many distractions, too much noise...

Anyway, I definitively was hoping that this year it would work out in the end, and it did! I went to Lyon almost every week-end (3h by train, just to get there, urgh) and it really, really helped (me to spend my money). I had met last year the friend who put up with me this month, when I needed a place to stay/sleep over the week-ends. We didn't know each other much, so I was surprised that it worked out so well. We realised that we had so many things in common and I was, like, yeah for a new friend! \o/

So, yeah, friend, nano, meetings, it certainly helped the moral. We met on Skype on week-days and challenged each other. The great thing was, there was pretty much always one of us motivated, which kind of pushed the other to buckle up and write.

Still, we got to the 29th and I was like 'omg, I'm 15'000 words late! @_@ '
And I really was 15k late. Didn't think I'd see the end, but I wanted to at least try. We wrote 3k on Thursday and, thankfully, we were both free on Friday to have a marathon writing. We started at 9 am and I finished at 11:30 pm, but I did my god-damned 12k in one day! I was so exhausted yesterday night, my fingers and back hurt, I felt like my head was going to either burst or leak out of my ears xD
(My friend discovered around 10 pm that she had miscounted her words and was actually 7k ahead. She was soooo annoyed, since she'd been working her ass off to meet the word count by the end of the day, knowing that she had 3k more than me to write).

Bottom-line, I wrote 50'029 words this month :) Next year, I'll try to write 50k of one story, though ^^;;;
I tried, I really did. I started with an original story (apocalyptic, ecological fable, sort of), which lasted 18'000 words, until I was ready to chuck it out of the window. The story was bland, with way too much narrative and not nearly enough dialogues. I got bored writing my own story, which made me re-think the whole thing ^^;;; I tried to force myself, because I did want to finish one story (for once. You wouldn't believe how many bits and pieces of fanfictions I have on my hard drive, none of them anywhere near finished). I gave up on the eleventh, too annoyed with my work. I was already starting to slow down in my writing.

From there, BBC Sherlock! I had an idea or two, which spawned two beginnings of fanfics for another 15k, without much more success. I don't like what I write, because it feels bland and with too much 'telling' and not enough 'showing'. Sort of.
(of course, I also got distracted by Assassin's Creed I halfway through the month, which really didn't help the wordcount xD ).

My saving grace was Keira Marcos' fanfics. I starting reading her SGA stories again (for the umpteenth time) and realised that this was what I wanted to write/read. An action-packed, emotions-filled story, that you started to read and couldn't stop yourself, that you re-read so many times, waiting impatiently for the next part. I tried to pay attention to the way she wrote, but I always lose myself in the story, five minutes later, so it was actually really hard to remember to check out how she turned her sentences, paragraphs, started her chapters, ...
Anyway, that's what I did. Of course, reading SGA fanfictions didn't help me to write my SH ones one bit ^^;;; and I started yet another story. This time, it was a SGA/FFVII crossover, which was meant to be a short story to push me out of my funk and ended up lasting 17k and being nowhere near finished. I hope I'll manage to push myself to work on it again (but not right now, after 12k written yesterday, I'm kind of burned out. And afraid to re-read the last 3 or 5k, because I know that it must be some pretty scary reading, if I even can manage to understand what the heck I meant...).

All this to say, I am a Nanowrimo 2012 winner ;)

Tis post was brought to you by [personal profile] anyssia, trying to keep up with the '750 words a day' challenge aka, I didn't write enough during November, so I started another challenge, aka, now that I've started writing again, it'd be nice if I could make an habit of it :)
(which reminds me, I also have four books left to read for my Goodreads challenge, until the end of the year...)
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As of November 30, 2013

Fandom: # BBC Sherlock #

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Fandom: # Harry Potter #

please, notice me if any link is dead :)

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Title: Falling Together

Author: [personal profile] anyssia
Character/Pairing: John, Sherlock
Fandom/Spoilers: BBC Sherlock, spoilers for season 2, ep 3: the Reichenbach Fall.
Disclaimer: not mine and not making money with them.
Status: one-shot, 1'437 words, published on July, 16th, 2012.
Rating/Warning: gen, angst/death fic, shameless re-use of episode's dialogues
Beta (s): [ profile] lucime. All remaining mistakes are mine.

Summary: Sherlock falls and John is left behind by himself. Or... ?

Crossposted at: AO3 and SherlockBBC LJ Community

I'm a fake. )