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I feel bad because my fandom self is a more gregarious person. Does that mean what I think it means? *looks shit up* (Gregarious: fond of company.) Not quite right, I do enjoy my solitude to an unhealthy degree.

No. My fandom-self is a more open and exuberant person. I don't put such pressure on that form of me, so there's not so much second-guessing. I am free in a way I never find anywhere else.
Posted: 16 Oct 14 23:30 • Comments
Do you think that if Bruce Wayne had been killed with his parents, Gotham would have been better for it? Think about it, would the Wayne fortune have gone to Alfred? Without Bruce and his drive for vengeance, I think that Alfred would have kept up with the Wayne Foundation and laid the basis for a lot of Gotham betterment projects.

Instead of some rich guy putting on a costume and using Gotham as his personal playground, there could be some actual improvements to the old city. Body armor for the cops, better weapons, tighter security for essential services (like Arkham Asylum, hello!), and maybe some kind of universal medical insurance for the citizens of his city.

I'm sorry, but if I fall into a vat of experimental chemicals, I expect to receive some kind of compensation. At the very least, you owe me a new face.
Posted: 12 Oct 14 03:24 • Comments
When I want to fix something around the house, my first impulse is to look at DIYs or Instructables. Like I've recently been looking up adding a foot pedal to my kitchen sink. It seems pretty easy, and I feel like it's a project I can manage if I know what parts I'm supposed to get.

I'm not very creative with home repairs, but I am pretty poor. It's a definite incentive to come up with do-it-yourself ideas.

I want a foot pedal on my kitchen sink so that I can turn on the above faucet to the temperature I prefer, but use the foot pedal to control when the water comes out. The faucet has to be turned on for the foot pedal to do anything.

There's so many reasons why I want a foot pedal on my sink: Less stress on the water/electrical bills. Not having to feel the ecological guilts about wasting so much water. A preferred water temperature I can set the sink to.

I need to buy all the parts necessary, and then my dad and brother can put together anything we need. I just don't know what's the best but cheapest design to follow and what parts we need.

Anxiety level: It makes my anxiety levels go through the roof to want something so bad and not be able to say the words.
Posted: 6 Sep 14 04:03 • Comments
So, our first attempt at aquaponics has ended in dead fish. We will be trying again after a proper mourning period has passed.

The names of our dead fish: Herman, Jolene, Goldie, Gon, and Leo(riel). They were much too young and they died horribly. It has been a tragic loss for the world ;_;

That being said, I feel as though I have learned a great deal from the experience. We will be getting new fish -- goldfish this time, as they're much cheaper -- and we will be trying again.

Hopefully they don't die like their predecessors.
Posted: 5 Sep 14 03:49 • Comments
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Posted: 26 Aug 14 23:54 • Comments
Have you ever read a story that was depressing? Like, there's nothing
wrong with the story itself and it even has a happy ending, yet
something about it leads to this sense of unending sadness? It's one
of the strangest sensations ever. The sense of unreality. Of wandering
through a world that's not quite in sync with the world that everyone
else is living in. A feeling of unendurable sadness that eats away at
your insides, making the backs of your eyes ache to cry. The worst
thing is not even knowing why you're sad. It happens by itself.
Happiness turns to sadness, contentment turns into an unreachable
dream. Life shouldn't be so weird.

cross-posted at
Posted: 26 Aug 14 23:43 • Comments
Originally posted by Illustrationharperkingsley at EXCERPT: Allies & Enemies, by Harper Kingsley [urban fantasy, mm, superhero]IllustrationTitle: Allies & Enemies
Author: Harper Kingsley
Series: Heroes & Villains (Book 2)
Cover: Aisha Akeju
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Pairing: Vereint Georges/Warrick Tobias
Characters: Vereint Georges (Darkstar), Warrick Tobias (Blue Ice), Melissa Kim (Blue Devil), Caspian Dukes
Genre: urban fantasy, mm, superhero
Word count: 129,000
Digital ISBN: 9781620043912
Print ISBN: 9781620043929
Note: Can be read as a standalone novel. Non-descriptive lovemaking. Violence and drama. Comprised of three sections, each of which can be seen as an individual story/chapter of Darkstar's life.

Darkstar x Blue Ice

Blurb: The supervillain you love to read is back. Years of living a normal life should have blunted his edge, but revenge has made it sharp.

Summary: In the wake of the death of the Fabulous Kims, Vereint cannot forget Melissa, the little girl they left behind, a girl that now has no family. Certain he and Warrick can be the family she needs, he pushes to adopt her. That she proves to have superpowers only confirms he's right. Melissa is their darling daughter by day, and by night she trains to become Blue Devil, sidekick to Blue Ice.

Then the unthinkable happens, destroying the happiness Vereint and Warrick worked so hard to build—a tragedy so great that the long-vanished Darkstar returns with mu...
Posted: 14 Aug 14 18:37 • More • Comments
Amongst the sad news of Robin Williams' death, it hasn't gotten as much immediate coverage, but Lauren Bacall has died at 89 years old. Here's her page on Wikipedia:

RIP, Lauren Bacall. Loved you in "How to Marry a Millionaire."

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Posted: 13 Aug 14 02:46 • Comments
Allies & Enemies, by Harper KingsleyTitle: Allies & Enemies
Author: Harper Kingsley
Cover Art: Aisha Akeju
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
World: Metahumans
Frameset: Heroes & Villains
Genre: mm, superhero, romance, urban fantasy

Blurb: In the wake of the death of the Fabulous Kims, Vereint cannot forget Melissa, the little girl they left behind, a girl that now has no family. Certain he and Warrick can be the family she needs, he pushes to adopt her. That she proves to have superpowers only confirms he’s right. Melissa is their darling daughter by day, and by night she trains to become Blue Devil, sidekick to Blue Ice.

Then the unthinkable happens, destroying the happiness Vereint and Warrick worked so hard to build—a tragedy so great that the long-vanished Darkstar returns with murderous intent…

Words: 129,000
M/M romance, urban fantasy

Giveaway link:

Giveaway hosted by Hearts on Fire Reviews.
Comment to enter. Winners chosen by random drawing.
Giveaway ends 8/09/14 at 11:59 p.m.
Posted: 4 Aug 14 21:40 • Comments
Title: Fight
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Edward Nigma/Jonathan Crane
Genre: action, drama, slash
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 7756
Author's Note: In this story, Nigma is an accepted member of Gotham's rogues scene, but he's only been seriously committing crimes for a couple of years. He is still building up his reputation and hiring his henchmen.
Summary: After leaving Scarecrow to the tender mercies of Batman, Nigma gets pulled in.

Part of the 2014 Riddler Reverse Bang:


Being a criminal in Gotham was like being a baker anywhere else. It was just something people did to make a living. At any given moment there were dozens of henchmen ready and willing to take on a job, and that was all it was to them, a way to make money. There was no moralizing about right and wrong, there was only the fear of being caught.

Edward Nigma, commonly known as the Riddler, didn't usually bother with hiring henchmen. His plans didn't require outside help for the most part, plus there was the pesky need to pay them. No, he'd much rather handle things on his own, which explained why he was already on edge when the Batman appeared outside his warehouse.

The once simple plan had grown out of proportion with the escape of the Joker from Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. As usual, the clown's mere presence tended to stir up trouble.

The Batman was always more ruthless when the Joker was on the loose. His punches were harder and there was a sense of barely restrained rage about him, a frustration with having to handle criminals that weren't the one he really wanted: the Joker.

Nigma had thought it prudent to hire himself a handful of henchmen. They were useless for his plan, but he figured he could throw them at the Batman if the caped crusader decided to show up.

Posted: 1 Aug 14 10:28 • More • Comments
Narcissus sounded amused. "My people receive quite a lot of money to provide the security for the Havenshire. Why would I risk such a lucrative contract with the vampires for you?"

"Because we'll be going after Cyrus Muldondy and it will go better if you help us."

Narcissus laughed. "You certainly are confident in yourself."

"I find that confidence is one of the few things the monsters respect," Edward said.

"Hm. You've got me listening at least. Tell me why you think that I would help you."

"Because no matter what anyone says about you, you have no fondness for pedophiles, and that's exactly what Cyrus Muldondy is."

"Why aren't the local police--particularly RPIT and Anita Blake--handling things? Isn't he the type they usually go after?" Narcissus asked.

Edward made a growl of frustration. "Muldondy has managed to slip through the cracks with his money and his ability to hide his crimes. Everyone knows what he's done, but the law can't touch him. He hunts young boys and the police haven't been able to stop him because he's a vampire and he thralls his victims. They actually help him hide the evidence of his crimes. All the police could charge him with was breaking and entering."

"And I'm supposed to trust that you're telling the truth? I know who you are, what you are, Mr. Forrester. You have no fondness for monsters and you don't tent to bring them peacefully to justice. You kill them, without a warrant or an order of execution. You're a murderous thug, Mr. Forrester. I can smell the blood clinging to your skin."

The "Ted" faded from Edward's voice as he spoke, the accent smoothing away. "If you know me, then you know what I can do. Your contract with the Havenshire won't mean a whole lot if I decide to go in. You can smell if I'm lying. I will be taking Cyrus Muldondy, and I won't let your people stop me. Am I lying?"

"I don't think you're lying," Xander said cheer...
Posted: 31 Jul 14 07:45 • More • Comments
My Riddler Reverse Bang story has taken a turn by become a proto-series. What is wrong with me?

It's Riddler/Scarecrow slash, and though I don't have a name for the series, the story for the bang is "Fight."

"Fight, Flight, and Fury" is the first series, then there's "Love, Lust, and Lies."

My posting date is August 1st. I will keep you apprised.

X-posted at my Dreamwidth.
Posted: 30 Jul 14 00:53 • Comments
Title: Rolling In the Deep
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Character: Riddick, Vaako
Other Places: AO3.
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world. The Necros and Riddick have to deal with the natives. And giant monsters.

Precious was grumbling at the lack of kills, and part of Riddick agreed with her dissatisfaction. Being civilized had never sat well with him, the rules of society chaffing at his nerves.

"It's all right Precious," he murmured, digging his fingers into the ruff at the back of her neck. She made a chirruping purr sound and arched under his caresses, demanding more. He chuckled. "There's plenty more rats where these ones came from, don't you worry. You'll have plenty to play with tonight."

He watched as the captured men and women were bundled together in a rough pyramid of bodies. There were some weak cries, but no attempts to escape. He could almost feel sorry for them. The next time he saw them they'd all be Purified and well on their way to being happy Necros.

Riddick gently shoved Precious away. "Come on, let's go find some more friends to play with."

He jerked his hand at his squads of Necros.

They needed to gather up the scavengers already aboard, then they had to seal the breach in the ship's hull.

The Basilica was the biggest asset that they had. It was up to them to hold onto it.

Gathering up the Necro troops shouldn't have felt so natural. He'd spent most of his life being alone. But they were nearly pack, all of their eyes looking to him for orders and leadership, trusting that he was their Lord Marshall and his orders were theirs to follow.

He didn't understand the impulses that turned them into near slaves with their devotions, but he knew how comforting clear orders could be. Just because he'd never been much of a follower didn't mean he...
Posted: 29 Jul 14 21:46 • More • Comments
Title: Journey to Another Hell
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake

Narcissus raised a sculpted brow, but refrained from saying anything. Xander was almost disappointed and sat on the desk, carelessly pushing Narcissus' paperwork out of the way.

"Is this what you do with your time?" Xander asked. "I was expecting there to be more orgies."

"Perhaps in another hour or two," Narcissus joked.

Xander wagged a finger at him. "Don't you set me up for disappointment, now. You wouldn't like me when I'm disappointed."

"I'll try to remember that," Narcissus said. He lifted his pen, but seemed hesitant to start working. He'd seen enough to know that Xander hated being ignored and wouldn't hesitate to ruin all of Narcissus' hard work.

Xander rolled his eyes. "What am I, a child? I'm not going to ruin your paperwork." Not when it's something you're expecting. I'll have to find some other bit of fun to indulge in. He gave Narcissus a sweet smile to prove his sincerity. Narcissus looked doubtful, but went back to his work.

After a few minutes, a bored Xander slid off the desk and slunk over to the couch against one wall. Narcissus was polite enough to offer comfortable seating to the entourages of his guests. That or he enjoyed having sex in his office and liked a pleasant place to do it. Either way, the couch was comfortable, and once he'd pulled Nathaniel down next to him, Xander had no problem closing his eyes and curling on his side, Nathaniel cradled against his chest like a living teddy bear.

He drifted to the scritching sound of Narcissus' pen against the paper. He brushed his hand down Nathaniel's hip, stroking the wereleopard as if Nathaniel had his fur on.

Xander had always had a skill for finding his own entertainment and for not letting much of anything get to him. A good hunter was a patient hunter, and Xander had taught himself to be one of the be...
Posted: 25 Jul 14 02:38 • More • Comments
Title: Journey to Another Hell IV
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Characters: Xander/Jean-Claude/Asher, Xander/Nathaniel

He prowled close to Narcissus' desk, raking his eyes over the werehyena. Narcissus was careful not to meet his gaze in any way that could be construed as a challenge. Not that Narcissus was cowed -- Xander wouldn't have liked him as much if he were that easily subdued. There was a sly slant to his lips.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Narcissus asked.

Xander leaned his hip against the edge of the desk. He examined Narcissus closely, liking what he saw. "You haven't slept yet?"

"I've got a bit more work to do." Narcissus pointedly looked at the red curtained window, the light glowing around the edges. "Isn't it a bit early for you? The sun's up."

Xander shrugged. "Surprise. Any vampire hunter that comes after me won't like what they find. Though the challenge will be fun."

Narcissus pursed his lips, but didn't say what he was thinking. Instead, he took a sip from the glass of water in front of him and signed a few more pages. "What brings you to me, dear Alexander?"

"Curiosity," Xander said. "Boredom. A few questions that wouldn't mind some answers. You can take your pick."

"Questions, then," Narcissus said, laying his ballpoint pen down with a faint click. He rested his hands together and looked up at Xander. "Is there something you would for me to do for you?"

"Oh, lots of things." Xander leaned closer, nostrils flaring as he scented the air around Narcissus. He blinked and drew back in surprise. "You're pregnant."


"How did that happen?" Xander asked. He knew Narcissus had some extra bits, but he'd figured the guy would be a stickler for birth control. Shifter pregnancies weren't exactly the safest thing around, mostly for the baby, though there was some risk to the mother....
Posted: 5 Jul 14 04:02 • More • Comments
Title: Little Bit Strange, but Still Special
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Characters: Spike/Xander

Spike laid a hand on Xander's shoulder, and Xander felt some of the tension slip away. With Spike to watch his back, they were going to get out of this alive and Penelope would make it home to her parents. He wanted to believe it.

"I thought we were stopping at the hospital," Xander said. He tried not to sound as accusing as he felt, but it was hard when he got the sense that he was being manipulated. He'd heard enough about Jean-Claude to know that the vampire had no problem seeing people as collateral when figuring his plans. If Jean-Claude thought Penelope's presence would give him an advantage, then he would be happy to use her.

"The hospital's the other direction. Jason is taking her," Anita said.

Glancing at Penelope, Xander wondered how much English she understood. Everyone was talking about her, deciding what was going to be done with her.

"Jason won't get in trouble?" Xander asked. "You know, people asking questions about some guy dropping off an underage French girl covered in vampire bites?"

Anita waved her hand. "He knows my number, and I'm planning on stopping by before I go home." She sighed heavily. "I don't think I've had a full nights sleep in five years."

Xander did not roll his eyes at her dramatic "woe is me" tone, but he wanted to. He wondered what Buffy would have said on meeting Anita, and it was no contest about who his favorite vampire slayer was.

"Let us get inside," Jean-Claude said. "We have much to discuss."

Xander turned to Jason before following Jean-Claude. "Make sure you get Penelope to the hospital. I will be checking up on her, and she better be in good condition when I check on her." He glanced at Spike. "Can you make sure Penelope knows what's going on? Like give her our phone number so she can call...
Posted: 5 Jul 14 03:49 • More • Comments
Title: Little Bit Strange, But Still Special
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Pairing: Xander/Spike

"Well all right then," Spike said. "If we feel like we can't keep it civilized any longer, then Xander and I will be free to leave. Agreed?"

Xander held his breath, his hand tightening on the strap of his bag. Spike would hold them off long enough for him to pull a weapon, though he wasn't sure anything they had could do any real damage to a rampaging were. Silver had been outside of their price range when they were putting together their weapons collection.

Jean-Claude looked at Spike a moment longer. "Agreed," he finally said. And Xander didn't sag in relief the way he wanted to. "We will talk like civilized beings."

"Yeah, civilized," Spike said.

Asher had pulled out his cellphone and was speaking quietly. He ended the call, tucking his phone into the inner pocket of his jacket. "The cars are pulling up out front," he said to Jean-Claude. "We should go. The clean up will be handled without us."

Xander assumed Asher wanted his boss off the scene in case the cops showed. There was a whole club full of people that were going to have some questions when they woke up. If any of them were smart, they would learn their lesson and stay away from vampires in the future, but he figured most of them wouldn't.

Humans could be almost suicidally stupid. And in this world, they'd decided to be best friends with the monsters. Like putting a nice face on something that saw people as food made it all right.

At least Spike's always been honest about what he is, Xander thought. Even when it would have been comforting if he'd lied.

Xander met Spike's eye and gave him a nod. They'd go with Jean-Claude and his minions, but at the first sign of trouble they'd make a break for it. Peacefully if possible, or violently if they had to. And they'd take the girl--P...
Posted: 23 Jun 14 03:10 • More • Comments
I had a dream about the new "Avatar" movies. Seriously, I've seen no trailers, read no teasers, but my brain produced this completely awesome thing that I'm still reeling. I will be completely disappointed if the movies aren't anywhere near as good.

Okay, so in "Avatar," the planet Pandora has an atmosphere that humans can't breathe. At the end of the first movie, the humans get sent back to Earth except for the few that are allowed to stay. And the natives are big and blue with fangs and big eyes and like leopard spots on their bodies.

In my dream, humans had returned to Pandora (remember, it's several years travel from Earth to Pandora, so time has passed) and they're back to their mining for ore. Then a jeep (? what?) comes tearing through the woods with four people inside, two women and two men, all tough looking. The lead woman was Zoe from "Firefly," or a facsimile thereof. None of them are wearing any breathing equipment and when they come at the illegal miners, they've got leopard patterns against their skin (kind of like Thundercats?) and they've got fangs and tails.

Somehow, the humans that stayed in "Avatar" were adapted to Pandora and have become very anti-human. There was a scene where Jake Sully is talking into a mirror and he looks like a human-Navi hybrid and he's talking about subjugating the native people, then he's like "Oh, I can't do it. That'll never work" and he pulls his face off and he's a Navi underneath. "That's better." And he'd become very anti-human.

I don't know, it was like I was watching one of those "This will be the fall line up shows" and they were showing the first episode of the "Avatar" show, and then there were cuts from some new "Star Trek" thing and maybe a "Stargate" thing, then I was like "Wait a minute, can I rewind some of these? What's happening here?" and I woke up.

It was amazing.

TL;Dr - the new "Avatar" movies better involve human-navi hybrids that are like...
Posted: 18 Jun 14 16:57 • More • Comments
If you've been following me on AO3, all my original works were deleted. Sorry, folks. I guess they didn't exist within the fannish overlay.

I may repost the chapters of "Paradigm Shift" on my site, and anything else you can probably find on Kimichee at some point in the future. Right now, "Paradigm Shift" is posted in chunks at, though they're in raw form and the chunks are 500-1000 words versus complete chapters. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Posted: 16 Jun 14 02:22 • Comments
My deadline is tomorrow. I'm totally freakin' out man.

I was having such a hard time getting this done, and time just seemed to get away from me. Now my deadline is coming up and I'm panicking a little bit, though I'm hopeful that I'm going to make it.

If you see me on here whining and crying in six hours, then it will be time to worry. Wish me luck.
Posted: 15 Jun 14 21:31 • Comments
Title: Journey to Another Hell IV
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake

There was a thrill in doing something he wasn't supposed to. Even knowing that Jean-Claude had probably worried before the sunrise knocking him out, Xander was having too much fun to care. Besides, he was sure that he could be apologetic enough that Jean-Claude would forgive him. He'd do that thing with his mouth.

He'd heard that it was better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission.

"Why are we here?" Nathaniel asked nervously. He'd kept close to Xander's side from the moment they'd stepped through the door.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Xander grinned at a werehyena he recognized and let a little green flash in his eyes.

They'd traveled the sewers to reach Narcissus In Chains, and Xander had half a mind to yell at some city planners. The sewers of Sunnydale had spoiled him for comfort. In comparison, St. Louis was a disgusting rat infested warren of stink. He was thinking about throwing away his shoes once he got home.

"Master Xander, if you will follow me," a handsome blond werehyena said. He was bare chested and there were still hints of glitter on his skin. He had a name tag clipped to his pants pocket that read "THESEUS. Assistant Manager."

Xander raked his hands over the guy. Narcissus had good taste in his man-meat. "Lead on."

The club was empty at this time of the morning, the doors closed to the public. There was a skeleton staff pulling clean up duty before they went home to their beds.

He and Nathaniel had used the secret storage room entrance Narcissus had shown him. His skin still felt a little hot and tight from the ten foot run he'd made from the sewer grate to the back door, but he hadn't burst into flames so it was all good. The look on Nathaniel's face as he'd used his leather jacket as a sunshade had made him laugh. It was one of the tricks he'd learned from Spi...
Posted: 7 Jun 14 14:40 • More • Comments
Title: Journey to Another Hell IV
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
AN: Mentions of past-noncon.

Peter was worried. Anita had sounded serious with her warnings, enough that the fear had crawled into his head and made itself a little home.

Edward was certain that they were going to be all right. He was trusting his weapons and his years of experience to see them through. While Peter wanted to believe, he couldn't quite tame the worry that they were making a mistake. They should pack up and go home, rethink the plan and try again when they were better prepared. Peter didn't want to be such a liability.

Instead they were skulking around the Blood District at eleven in the morning. The streets were pretty empty at this time of day, which didn't keep them from sticking out like sore thumbs. Edward said it meant they had to be slicker about not drawing attention. It was easier to meld into a crowd at night than to walk around in the open during the day.

It wasn't like they were doing anything illegal at the moment. Ted Forester was a registered bounty hunter and they were tracking a bail jumper named Cyrus Muldondy. He was their excuse for coming to St Louis in the first place, a vampire with a predilection for teenaged boys.

Peter wasn't willing to offer himself as bait for the sicko and Edward had nixed the idea first thing, but it was something he was aware of. Cyrus liked teenaged boys with dark hair and athletic builds, and while he'd been careful not to kill or turn any of his victims, an undead rapist was a nightmare worth stopping.

The parents of four of his victims had pooled together the money for the bounty. The police-issued warrants against Cyrus could only claim his charges of breaking and entering and failure to appear in traffic court. And he'd only gotten the B&E charge because the sister of his last attempted victim had called the police before he'd m...
Posted: 4 Jun 14 03:38 • More • Comments
I'm still editing and rewriting this monster. I was confident that I was going to have it done before the end of May, and now I'm worried about making my mid-June deadline D:

There's all these people counting on me, and I'm waffling around still clicking through the editor's comments and retuning scenes. I've accepted all the small changes, no problem. It's the reworking stuff that's killing me.

I don't know what I'm going to do if I miss the deadline. This is a lot of frickin' stress.
Posted: 31 May 14 22:29 • Comments