Light Up

Dec. 11th, 2011 01:10 pm
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Light Up
Author: [ profile] ofvanity
Pairing: Hank/Sean
Words: 3700~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Daddy!kink, priest!play, pain!play, rimming, comeplay, fingering.
Disclaimer: X-Men does not belong to me. With good reason.
Author's Note: Light fixtures, porn. Dedicated to [ profile] everhaunting, because it always will be and because she wrote a five page essay when I asked her about porn. Which is essentially all this is. Porn. (ALSO, \O/ I HAVE NO ICON FOR THIS PAIRING.) Oh, this is pre-transformation, no such place as Cuba or the real world. :D

ofvanity: (k/s.)
1. Yes, we have lists now. I uh, shit, okay. Please note that I tend to use lists as an excuse to just talk and never really make sense.

2. I recognize that the Inception fandom has more or less wilted into a handful of people that live the dream and [ profile] _beetle_ filling all the rare pairs on [ profile] inception_kinkbut to anyone out there still listening, which I don't doubt, keep the dream alive, my comrades. In the name of said dream, I recently prompted a Gen on the kink meme, found here. There are two anon!authors who have stepped up to fill it and just based on the sole fact that they've even graced me with their attention, I am here to pimp. Go henceforth, dreamers and support the cause and rejoice in these fillers. They did great work for me and I'm bound to do some ecstatic writhing.

3. Drive by recs:[ profile] _beetle_'s Dude and [ profile] sketchofsoda's Reaching My Threshold, because I do that now, I rec things. Anyway, these are both great WIPs that definitely deserve attention. On that rec'ing note, I bring forth the delicious account that[ profile] everhaunting and I share, titled Consciously. We mostly string things up there that we want to keep track of but there is a specific tag we use for exceptional works called mind-blowing-lit. It covers all fandoms including but not limited to: Inception, X Men: First Class, BBC Sherlock, BBC Merlin, Star Trek Reboot, Harry Potter, Toy Story, Firefly, White Collar, Avengers, etc.. We've had to rebuild it since the relaunch and let's not get started on the Delicious relaunch because I like to just repress that period of my life. But if you'd like view our empire from it's former glory, it titled Gravitational.

4. I've been kind of radio silent lately, not that I'm usually talkative, but more so these days because I'm not really working on anything and working on too many things at the same time. Currently, I'm knee deep in college applications and things of the like, and working on a couple of pieces at once. At the top of the list is a Hank/Sean, for XM:FC, for [ profile] everhaunting. It's a prettty straight forward PWP, and will probably be up sometime in the next week or so. After that, is a longer fic, I have dubbed The Acad AU or the Nightmare Child, and it's too preliminary for me to even feel comfortable talking to you guys about it. And on top of it all, I have schoolwork but hopefully, this will all blow over soon and I can get back to ignoring RL.

5. I saw Shame last night with [ profile] everhaunting. I'm not going to review it, because I feel like my word holds no real weight for movie reviews, but guys. It was fantastic. There are some pretty clear plotholes, I'll admit, but Fassbender and Mulligan blew it out of the water. McQueen did some excellent work and everyone did excellent work and it paid off because it was a great movie. The NC-17 rating is no exaggeration, though, and it seemed a bit gratuitous to me at points, but not enough to diminish the power of the movie.


(6. ehaunting: I'm trying to read your update and spread peanut butter on crackers and it's NOT WORKING.)
ofvanity: (magneto)
Salt of the Earth
Author[ profile] ofvanity
Pairing: Hank/Sean
Words: 700~
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Corny *science* jokes.
Disclaimer: I am not a crook, XMFC doesn't belong to me.
Author's Note: Bedtime diddy for [ profile] everhaunting.

He hangs out a lot in Beast’s lab these days, and he can make sodium chloride now. )
ofvanity: (j/s)
Why is is that my regular talking needs warnings? Fandom scrouples~, discussions~, discrepancy~, beta love, and pretty much, extra thoughts on The Finest, for which this contains spoilers.

Usually, I have a nice little post where I rant about the fic I'm currently working on and when it'll be out and what kind of fuckery and jiggery pokery I traversed to get through it, but this time--not only am I super belated--I decided to talk about my asshole genius of a beta that does most of the magical fuckery that makes everything at least SOUND coherent, [ profile] everhaunting. I've known EH since I was 13 and she's been my beta for at least, 3 of those years, on and off and I don't think I've ever stopped and really thought about the kind of shit I put her through.

Guys. Guys. Look at these chat logs.

Take note, this conversation went on at three or four in the morning and EH was purposely ignoring me. )

There was also a threat of scrapping everything at least twice, there was a moment when I was convinced the fic was cursed (two broken pens, one lost, the notebook binding tore, and this one time I was trying to write and couldn't concentrate with so many mosquitoes feeding of what is clearly delicious, delicious blood) and swore to drop out of school, become a pole dancer, move to Boston, marry a nice pole repair man and have 2.5 kids.

Beta appreciation, thoughts on characterization, an apparent lack of the ability to stop. )
ofvanity: (magneto)
First things first, if you open this and it's formatted like a gnome without opposable thumbs did it, it's because LJ and I have been in a full-scale Format war all week. I can't touch anything in the editor because it erases the ENTIRE POST. AND I CREYY, "LJ, PLEASE, BABY, GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE." But I'm unworthy, apparently.

Two, this is dedicated and written for and revised by [ profile] everhaunting. Everyone, EH held my hand through this fic, THAT WAS CURSED, (there are dead pens and tattered notebooks in its wake), and kissed my booboo's and listened to me complain and ramble, much like I'm doing now, because she is A MOTHERFUCKING CHAMP. ILY, BB.

The Finest
Author: [ profile] ofvanity
Pairing: Alex Summers/Charles Xavier
Words: ~12750 (total)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Intercrural sex, ideologically sensitive themes.
Disclaimer: X-Men does not belong to me.
Author's Note: As to so far, this is all I have to say about this fandom, it follows the movie verse, including anything the writer's may have said about how they arranged this verse for the characters.


Everyone else in the facility is loud in their thoughts, unabashed and completely open. Alex is quiet, like gentle wind rustling the leaves of a tree. )
ofvanity: (sholmes.)

 By this, I mean, just sort of talk and ramble or vent, depending on the situation. I think this falls under vent.

So, the last two weeks have been sort of in a whirlwind because I moved out of my house and into a new one so it's all been a game of box mazes and preparation and then moving heavy things in and bonding with my uncles that I only ever see when I want them to help me move. Which, okay, that sounds bad, but it's alright, because they got beer and pizza afterwards. And there's a family bonding exercise this weekend that I'm supposed to attend. 

The point being, there was heavy lifting up two flights of stairs whilst Chicago is being ridiculously, unnecessarily, stupidly humid. My uncle threw his back out, a family friend hurt his ankle, and I tore/strained/whateverthefuck some muscle in my calf. It'd been hurt earlier this month when I went to a concert at the Taste and, idk, pulled it or something, from walking? I never paid any real attention to it, though, and one day I woke up and POOF! it was fine. But this Sunday, I guess, I redid whatever drama happened last time and POOF! pain in my leg. Which, admittedly, I could go to the doctor or whatever, but all they'll do is give me pain pills and maybe a crutch and send me on my way. But I'm not down with that, so I am bearing through. That was, maybe, Sunday. Jesus, it was Sunday. It feels longer than that.

Ranting about an almost broken leg. \O/ )
Two. I want to clear something up, because I realized it sounded bad. Last month, I wrote some random crazy thing, in which, I mostly called Arthur a whore and Eames a martyr, and I said I was going wild because it was the second time that week I was going through withdrawal. I meant withdrawal from caffeine. And it makes me crazy and irritable because I get these insane headaches, that do not get any easier no matter how many times I have one cup of coffee and then do not repeat the action daily. Just making sure we're all on the same page here. (Don't do drugs. :D)
I think I'm done now. :) I'm going to go take a rather awkward and uncomfortable shower/bath-cleanliness thing.

(Also, I got a friend request from my cousin on Facebook this morning and it took me a minute to remember who it was because she's like, TEN YEARS OLD. Smh.) 
ofvanity: (thardy.)
Title: Only In My Mind
Author[ profile] ofvanity 
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 10,500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit drug abuse, sensitive themes.
Disclaimers: This, children, in no way ever happened. Nolan is beautiful and Inception is his pet that I occasionally walk through a park of bad, wild ideas. As far as the actual content goes, there is an additional disclaimer, here. Just so we're clear.
Author's Note: I think this one will speak for itself.
Summary: Eames is addicted to heroin. Arthur watches him destroy himself.

Here we go. )

ofvanity: (cobb.)
Good morrow, kittens.

It is ten in the morning, I am updating from my phone and a few feet away from me, my sister is getting her teeth yanked out. Thus, I figured if there is anything to get my mind off the sound of the drilling and the phantom pain in my jaws, it would be posting on LJ. So, hi. (:

I've actually been meaning to post this for a while, I have been working on a fic that we should talk about before we go any further. Well, first things first, it's an Arthur/Eames, established relationship, post-Inception canon fic, wherein Eames is addicted to heroin. The ending product will range anywhere from 8-10k and I almost finished.

I've researched (read: skulked around the meme) other heroin/drug addiction fics in the fandom and found they mostly covered how the addict feels when they get high and their reason for doing so. I wrote this in Arthur's point of view, watching someone you love crumble.

I also wanted to explore the idea of how Somnacin and heroin interact and what that meant for the actual content in the dreams. The amount of nightmare fic, or lack thereof, for this fandom astounds me. I feel like there is so many dimensions which we have yet to explore, and all these corners are yet to be reached and scrubbed clean. Or something of the like. In any case, I am writing this fic as a bit of a character study and a bit as my own personal curiosity. (Why, yes, it is [ profile] everhaunting 's fault, how did you know?)

That being said, I want to warn you. This fic has taken a lot out of me, as a person who has dealt closely and personally with addiction. I've been on both sides of the street and writing this put me in a dark place. I think it might've been just me, letting open the dark space in my head, trying to pour it and spilling it. And I think I need to establish that before I continue, that the fic is pretty angry, a bit dark for me in general, and explores a social relationship, but that in no way means the fic is a moral compass for how to deal with addictions, those who have addictions around you or any variation thereupon. 

I guess what I'm saying is, I'm writing this based on my own experiences and I in no way intend to offend anyone who has had contradicting experiences. I might be overreacting, but I just wanted to make sure we crossed all our T's and dotted all the I's. Don't quote me on this fic, not in the medical aspect, not in the psychological aspect, or any of the factual aspects, really. Don't let it cloud your own judgment, don't read it if you're expecting lighthearted h/c. 

TL; DR:This is the longest disclaimer I've ever written, but basically, this is a dark fic, in almost every aspect, it has crazy amounts of angst, it deals with a very tender subject, and I'm terrified of offending you, so please write if such a thing should occur. Other than it, it will speak for itself, I suppose.

I can hear the dentist finishing up, so I better go. C:
ofvanity: (jgl)
Third of three. I promise, my next updates will have actual plot and storyline. Monster baby, guys. Almost there.

Title: Chandelier Shudder
Author[ profile] ofvanity 
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 1100~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Exhibitionism.
Disclaimers: I claim no ownership of the bountiful Inception kingdom nor of it's beautiful rulers, (i.e., King Nolan, Prince Arthur, etc, etc.). I am merely a peasant.
Author's Note: See?  Light fixtures. This is literally, sex on a ferris wheel. The Navy Pier Ferris Wheel in Chicago to be exact. The ride is seven minutes long and as a Chicagoan, there was no way I couldn't not do it. Loyalties, y'all. Another fic sent over the course of a day through text messages for [info]everhauntingAll her fault. Mostly.
Summary: Arthur teaches Eames to relax. Kind of.
Was this before or after you became world class fugitives? )
ofvanity: (thardy.)
 ALRIGHT. YES. I do realize that I am a very baaaaadddd person and relatively shameless, BUT. BUT. I need to get these out of my files. It's killing me, slowly. THINK OF THE FILE SPACE, GUYS. So, I bring you gifts, yet again. You know, good things happen in threes. Or, you know. Debauchery happens in threes. 

Anyway. I bring you. 

Title: The Evening Light 
Author[ profile] ofvanity  
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 910
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swear words, sex.
Disclaimers: I claim no ownership of the bountiful Inception kingdom nor of it's beautiful rulers, (i.e., King Nolan, Prince Arthur, etc, etc.). I am merely a peasant.
Author's Note: Today you guys will learn that I name all my PWP's after various light fixtures, versions of light sources, etc. ;D Also, this is the first piece I ever wrote for this fandom, some time back in November, for [info]everhaunting through a series of text messages during the day. She asked so nicely. So it's kind of her fault. Plus, at the time, I refused to write anything that vaguely resembled a plot, for fear of not remembering the details of the movie correctly. It's a whole thing, but yeah, here it is. First piece ever for this fandom. First piece of anything I'd written in, over, a year and a half. Be gentle, guys, this was my first time at the dance.
Summary: Eames comes home late. 


Evening Light )


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