Dec. 1st, 2019 10:33 pm

Sunday Six

thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Webgott - Lieb lights up)
It’s that time again! I’m doubling down today because the two items I’m quoting likely won’t see public consumption anytime in the near future. Both were begun as options for Spicy Advent but either tonally didn’t match where I wanted to go or grew enough legs to be their own actual story separate of the prompt that inspired them.

Here are a few lines from a Webgott post-war thing:

“Holy shit,” was the first thing Joe said after he’d wrenched the damn thing open, which was clearly not the greeting Webster had been hoping for, from the way his smile stiffened into a proper grimace. Joe blinked at him for a long, bewildered second and then offered by way of recovery, “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” Webster agreed. He swallowed, throat clenching and tongue darting out over the chapped pad of his bottom lip, and then added like he was afraid Joe might’ve forgotten, “You invited me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joe replied, flapping a hand at him and stepping back to swing an inviting arm into the hallway behind him. “I know I did, I just - ” he cut off sharply as the words abandoned him—there were shockingly few polite ways to phrase the sentiment ‘I was only half-serious when I said it and the part of me that was serious didn’t really believe you would come’ without offending Webster’s timekeeping abilities at the very least.


And here are a few from a Man from U.N.C.L.E. Ritchie remake pre-Napoleon/Ilya thing:

“You understand what I mean when I say ‘cozy up,’ don’t you, Peril?”

Ilya canted his head and waved a hand lazily back and forth in the air between them. “Of the two of us, which is fluent in the other’s mother tongue?”

“технически говоря - ” Napoleon started, protest splintering into an affronted laugh when Ilya fished a decorative seed pod out of the potpourri bowl on the table at his back without looking and flung it hard at Napoleon’s face.

“I’m trying to look out for you!” Napoleon chided, sucking his teeth and brushing the pod to the floor. “After Burma, we all know that you’re perfectly capable of fighting your way out of damn near any impossible situation you may find yourself in, but I think we can both agree that it is overall best to simply avoid the necessity, yes?”
Oct. 27th, 2019 08:18 pm

Sunday Six

thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Default)
I've been doing a decent amount of writing recently although still nowhere near as much as I'd like. Anyway, here are some lines from a working Webgott vampire AU that I think came out pretty nice:

David had planned it that way: just him and Liebgott and a private billet somewhere a step or two up from the standard Red Cross shoebox, with no schedule, no responsibilities, and, most importantly, no nosy pals or hawk-eyed superiors around who might interrupt their fun. He’d had enough of schoolyard teasing and fumbling through the dark in hole after shallow, muddy hole. He wanted Liebgott lying underneath him—or beside him, or over top of him. Anywhere, really, provided that he was showered and stripped bare and putting that scathing mouth to good use.

So much for that, David thought grimly. His pride was still smarting from the easy brusqueness of Liebgott’s refusal, stomach churning at the pitying curl of his smirk when he’d clapped a pointedly amiable palm to David’s shoulder and leaned in to mutter, “Leave that stuff on the frontlines where it belongs, alright, kid?”
Sep. 22nd, 2019 09:07 pm

Sunday Six

thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Guarnere is unimpressed)
I saw [personal profile] muccamukk  doing this and it seemed like a fun thing, so I'm shamelessly copying it for my own selfish use. Here are six sentences from a Bill Guarnere/Joe Toye sex pollen AU that I'm having a shocking amount of fun with!

“You don’t look so good,” Bill agreed. He gave Joe’s shoulder an absent, experimental squeeze, bare thumb brushing feather light against the warm column of Joe’s neck.

Joe choked back a low whimper and screwed his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he snarled, shrugging Bill’s hand off and pressing his mouth into a flat, miserable line. He mopped his brow with the back of his glove and cracked his eyes open just enough to shoot a worried glare in Bill’s direction. “Somethin’ funny in those Kraut shells, Bill.”
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (BoB Liebgott leads the squad)
MARGINALIA
Joseph Liebgott & David Webster

Webster heaved a sigh and threw his head back to stare imploringly up at the ceiling of the tent with his hands splayed wide. “Why?” he groaned, scowling at the heavens. “Why can’t you let this go?”

“Why can’t you just tell me what you’re up to?” Joe shot back.

(Or: in which Webster really likes Robert Leckie and Liebgott really doesn’t.)


Author's Note: Written for a request over on the Loose Lips Sink Ships Prompt Meme:

“AU set in either BoB or TP. Everybody hates Leckie. So does Liebgott. Web begs to differ. (Friendship or slash, writer's choice. Background Webgott is a plus.)”


Apologies to Steinbeck, who I really don’t like but also probably doesn’t deserve Liebgott’s derision. I’m not going to apologize to Leckie, who likely does, but I promise all the shit talk is in good fun and I, myself, am a fan of Leckie’s even though he’s kind of the worst.

No offense is meant to either secretaries or folks who suffer enuresis of any kind.

Marginalia are defined by Wikipedia as “marks made in the margins of a book or other document. They may be scribbles, comments, glosses (annotations), critiques, doodles, or illuminations.” Take that how you will.

Thank you to Muccamukk for giving it a spag check and helping me make it flow better. Prompter, I hope you like it!

You can read it here on AO3.

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thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Misc - scary gay Batman)
IT TOOK A LOT OF SUPER STUFF TO GET YOU HERE
"Babe" Heffron/Eugene Roe, Johnny Martin/"Bull" Randleman

Author's note: A couple of fills for a “Five Sentence Fic” meme I’m doing on Tumblr, requested by the delightful tomorrow-is-forever-all-ours, who wanted to see some superhero AUs. Not beta read because they’re five sentences long, y’all.

Title from Say Hi’s “Super,” which is a phenomenal indie pop jam if you’re into that kind of thing.

You can also read these on AO3. (And if y'all who don't have Tumblr would like to request one, just drop me a comment or a message with an AU scenario and a character or pairing you'd like to see. <3)

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thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Nix and Dick smirky look)
AMUSE-BOUCHE
Lewis Nixon/Dick Winters

Author's Note: So, [personal profile] kunstarschloch  and I were talking about swapping ficbits the other day but since I recently shared a snippet from pretty much every long-form story I’m working on I wrote her something new.

Featuring a Lew with a little extra meat on his bones, a Dick who absolutely doesn’t mind, and Blanche, who sets the whole thing off in the first place. This is really seriously not beta-read and may be drastically out of character but I hope you like it anyway!

You can also read this bad boy over on AO3.

“It’s the curse of the gourmand, darling,” Blanche explained over the sudden swell of strings, lifting one shoulder in a lazy, feline shrug. “Every man who avails himself so thoroughly of the world’s great pleasures is destined to show the evidence of his passions, eventually. There’s no shame in it.”

Lew set his fork down on the edge of his plate—nearly empty, but for a couple of lingering pommes soufflée and one lonely tournedo swimming in truffle sauce—and lifted his napkin from the table, ducking his head and dabbing at his mouth as he gave himself another surreptitious once-over. Now that he was looking for it, he supposed he could admit that the fastenings on his vest were pulled slightly more taut than the especially attentive clotheshorse might allow, and his belt was cinched a little on the tight side of comfortable.


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thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Buck lookin' sad)
STEP, FALTER, TURN
Buck Compton/Dick Winters

When he sees how badly Buck is struggling in the wake of his triumphant return to Easy Company, Dick doesn’t know what to say to comfort the other man. He tries his best anyway.

Author's note: I’m technically a day late with this bad boy, but I wanted to get at least one more fill done for the [community profile] easycotroopers  Rarepair Meme so I’m posting it anyway.

The lovely [personal profile] arwen88  gave it a quick speed read but it hasn’t been officially betaed. Let me know if you spot any glaring inconsistencies, though I can’t promise I’ll fix them unless absolutely necessary.

[personal profile] kore , I hope it’s even a little of what you were expecting from your prompt!

Read it here on AO3.

It was a stark and troubling contrast to the Buck Compton that Dick had met back in Aldbourne, and had been so relieved to see in Ste.-Marie-du-Mont, with his expansive gestures and easy, tactile nature.

That Buck Compton had slung an arm around Dick’s shoulders with little concern for propriety when he’d caught him on the way back to his billet and towed him off to the privacy of a nearby storage shed where they might steal a moment together, keeping up a loud and affable dialogue the whole while. This Buck Compton looked like he might shatter like so much toppled porcelain if Dick made a similar overture now, and not least because Dick’s capability as an engaging conversationalist only extended so far.


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thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Roe :|)
Does anybody have good info on what kind of medical crew the 506th would have had on-staff at the Battalion CP in...I think Hemmen? Around the time they were on the Island. I’m trying to figure out what kinds of personnel would be around, whether they’d have a field hospital set up, etc. and I figured I’d ask you glorious nerds before busting my butt to do a bunch of research that’s already been done. <33 
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Dick at work)
Okay, so [personal profile] kunstarschloch  said, “Dick Winters in a wrestling uniform” and then oh so helpfully provided me a reference of what that uniform might look like and, well. I’m weak. What can I say?

Image behind cut for size reasons. )

Anyway, Kuns, I hope you like it! (I was gonna do you up a little fic snippet too but I decided to focus on the thing I'm already writing for you instead. Hope that's okay~) And I hope the rest of you all out there in Internetland get a kick out of it, too. :)
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Buck lookin' snazzy)
BETTER BITING DOWN
Buck Compton/Lewis Nixon

The real tragedy in all of this, Lew considered a little desperately, awash on a wave of pleasure that soaked through to his bones, was that Compton was exactly as good between the sheets as advertised.

Author's Note: This was written as a part of the [community profile] easycotroopers Rare Pair Meme for the lovely [personal profile] muccamukk , whose prompt was: “The fact that they hate each other just makes the sex better.”

This is probably less sexy and more sassy comic banter than you had in mind, but I hope you like it even so!

Extra special thanks to [personal profile] kunstarschloch and [personal profile] arwen88 for beta-reading and ensuring me it wasn’t a piece of out of character garbage, respectively. Y’all are the best and this would never have made it to posting without you! <33

Title is from Lorde’s “Biting Down,” which is also this piece’s unofficial theme song. All remaining errors are mine. Enjoy here, or read on AO3 if you prefer!




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thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Nix in shades 1)
So, the utterly delightful [personal profile] kunstarschloch asked if I wanted to do an art trade, and naturally I leapt at the chance. And lo, I have endeavored to draw Nix in a comfy sweater, per Kuns's request (and maybe a little bit as some subtle fan art for [personal profile] muccamukk 's "The Way I Wear Your Hat," which shares similar inspiration and may be to blame for the overall look of the grey sweater pictured below.)

Here you are, Kuns! I hope you like it!!!


thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Dick at work)
I've been poking at this whole "Dick unexpectedly becomes a vampire during the clash on the Island" idea and I keep getting stuck in my head about the plot. I wouldn't consider plot one of my strong suits anyway, but when I sit down and actually try to plot a fic out I wind up trying to do way too much in a story and then never finishing it. Does anyone have suggestions for how to keep a plot simple? Is there such a thing as a plot that's too simple? Does a story about a guy becoming a vampire need cloak and dagger war machinations or is it enough to have him struggle with his new status and figure out that he really wants to bite his friend?

I'm really excited about this story so far, and I've laid down some prose I really like, but I want to actually finish this story someday and I'm so tangled up about this whole "but what is the story ABOUT really" thing that I'm worried it's going to fall by the wayside.

I read plenty of stuff where the only real point is to see the characters kiss or bone or live happily ever after, and I enjoy those stories and never feel them lacking but there's still a method to accomplish that kind of simple tale where it feels meaningful. I don't know. Probably I'm just way too in my head about this.

I don't know that a fanfic really needs an in-depth exploration of how vampires work in a military capacity to be a worthwhile read, and maybe it's enough to just have that knowledge or that general idea in the back of my head, but I can't help but want to put it down on paper. Not everything can be a novel, though, and I'm already planning for a longer-form story that I'd really like to get to. Not to mention all the other fills for H/C Bingo I have waiting in the wings.

For a thing I really love doing, writing can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. :/

(Tangentially relevant question: does anyone know if Nix speaks any languages beyond English and French?)
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Nix and Dick on the Island)
SHAKE OFF YOUR FLESH
Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters

Dick, a born wolf, does his best to comfort newly-bitten Nix as he stares down the barrel of his first transformation.

Author's Note:
First and foremost, my sincerest gratitude to both C’s, who assured me this wasn’t garbage despite knowing nothing about the fandom, and the delightful [personal profile] muccamukk who corrected my punctuation, my grammar, and my timelines, and overall helped make the whole thing a helluva lot better.

Any remaining errors are totally my own. There are probably quite a few of them, but I wanted to move on to the next fill so I'm posting now anyway. Forgive me.

This was written as a fill for the [community profile] hc_bingo prompt “first transformation.”

Title is from the song of the same name by The Huntress and Holder of Hands. If you'd rather, you can also read this story on AO3.

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thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Dick at work)
Welp, I've decided to sign up for both [community profile] hc_bingo and Camp NaNoWriMo in the hopes that having some regular goals and accountability might increase my writing output. I'm doing okay on that front, currently, but it can always be better, right? If anyone else is doing Camp NaNo, let me know! We could be cabin mates!

In the meantime, my H/C Bingo card is below - I'm going for a vertical bingo of column 4 first and then a cross bingo combining column 4 with row 2 if I can get my shit together enough to manage it, and am about 1.5K into filling "first transformation" so far. Consider this an apology in advance for flooding your feeds with frequent updates, haha.

My hc_bingo card )
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Harry in greasepaint)
Title: Entendre
Pairing: Harry Welsh & Buck Compton, background Lewis Nixon/Richard Winters
Rated Teen, 2435 words
Summary: Buck wants to talk about Nixon and Winters, which would be a hell of a lot easier if Harry could understand what he was trying to say.

Author's Note: This ficlet was originally spawned by a desire to see Harry Welsh being a bro to Nix, but it pretty immediately devolved into a vague conversation about the nature of Dick and Nix's relationship while Buck and Harry blatantly creep on them in the company mess. It may not be totally accurate to timeline canon but I just wanted to finish it so I can turn my focus back to the vampire!Dick story that's eaten my brain.

I will note for those who may be bothered by it that there is an extended metaphor involved in this story implying that two of the characters are 'fruits.' Though discussion of the characters and the relationship is positive, I employed the term because I felt the characters may lack other, more nuanced vocabulary considering their time and context.

(Also, thank you to [personal profile] scandalinbohemia for offering to read through all this before I posted. I'm sorry I didn't wait for you - I got too impatient to employ self-restraint, haha - but I will absolutely be throwing myself upon your goodwill in the near future~)

Not beta-read, so there may be typos. If you'd rather, you can also read this story on AO3. Enjoy!


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thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Default)
I was thinking a lot about Dick Winters's ginger eyelashes, so have a doodle of our intrepid CO with a head cold, or something.
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Default)
It's Nix-but-not-actually-Nix from [personal profile] muccamukk 's 'Pale Kings and Princes Too! I'm a huge sucker for modern faerie tales and this one was tremendous. Thank you so much for writing it, I enjoyed the hell out of it!


 

(There's a slightly more zoomed in detail shot of Nix-not-Nix's face on my Tumblr, if that's the sort of thing that interests anyone.)
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Nix smiling in field gear)
 I woke up this morning with a hankering to do some fanart, and I have to say I think buying an iPad is one of the best things I've ever done for my creative productivity to that end.



It's a Nix! Or, it will be, when it's finished. But I really dig the way it's turning out so far~
thrillingdetectivetales: Davie and Alan from the play, Kidnapped, kissing on the moors. Both men's faces are obscured. Davie has a hand on Alan's cheek. (Nix and Dick)
Delightful things I’ve learned about Lewis Nixon since starting to read Band of Brothers:
  • Almost immediately described as flamboyant
  • Is apparently strictly anti-jock (enemies-to-lovers college AU, anybody?)
  • Once got so shitty off a bottle of schnapps (Of all things! What, was there no Arbor Mist around?) that it was worth mentioning in a historical record of wartime shenanigans
I’m mostly checking the book out as a general period reference rather than as a character-specific resource, since I’m trying to maintain a pretty hardline distinction between the characters in the show and the actual folks just for my own sanity, but I have to say, it sounds like Nixon was a Very Interesting Person.

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