Procrastination Station

New things I'm up to: Bracelet making!

scapeartist — Fri, 10 Apr 2015 00:07:09 GMT

So it's been a dog's age since I was last here on LJ. Sorry! I'll try to visit more than once every couple of years. ;) I am hanging out on tumblr more these days (I'm scapeartist there, too), but I do miss the convenience of a locked post, I have to say.

Anyway, I've obviously picked up a new fandom if you happened to catch my last post, which was my OUAT fic (that I now need to update because I think there may be more than twice that now). Along with my fic writing, there are now bracelets (and hopefully necklaces in the future) focused on my fandom appreciation for the characters of OUAT. I have a tumblr account for them as well as an Etsy shop. I do more than just fandom pieces, and I also take custom orders and don't mind collaborating if there's something special you want.

Here are just a few of my OUAT-themed pieces!

Robin Hood

Emma's Light Magic

Killian's Red Vest

Maiden Voyage (The Jolly Roger)

Captain Swan through the seasons

Modern Killian Jones

The Evil Queen

Elsa

Good Form (The Jones Brothers)

Classic Captain Swan

Hope you like them! Thanks for looking!

New fandom alert: Here's my OUAT fic list

scapeartist — Mon, 02 Jun 2014 14:22:31 GMT

Started playing in fandom again, this time doing some writing in the Once Upon A Time fandom. So, I figured I'd post the master list of it here too in case anyone is interested. Mostly I've been on Tumblr, but the majority of these fics are also on AO3 and FF.net. Fair warning, I stan for Captain Hook, and after that my favorite thing to write is Captain Charming brotp, followed by Captain Swan. I'm scapeartist on tumblr as well as AO3 and FF.net, so I'm pretty easy to find if you want to follow me in any of those locations. If you read these, let me know! Feedback and con crit are always welcome. Thanks!

Captain Swan

Multi Chapter:
• Constant Bearing (hiatus fic between 3A & 3B "the missing year" — complete):
Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
AO3
FF.net

• Sit, Stay, Feel (Modern AU — in progress):
Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 , 5, 6, 7 (NEW!!)
AO3
FF.net

One-Shots:
• Brownout (Tumblr only)
• Laundry Day (smut) AO3/FF.net
• A Little Slap and Tickle (Tumblr only)
• Solid Fear (companion piece to Liquid Courage) AO3/FF.net
• Princes, Pirates, and Thieves Part 2: The Tin Man AO3/FF.net
• Distinguished (dash of smut) AO3/FF.net
• Shoots and Latter (Tumblr only)
• Fit to a T (smut) AO3/FF.net
• The No Rest Stop (smutish) AO3/FF.net

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Captain Hook/Killian Jones

One-Shots:
• The Gift of Sight (AO3 & FF.net only)
• More Good News (post "Good Form" — AO3)
• Trunk Space (Tumblr only — filler for 3.19, "A Curious Thing")

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Emma Swan

One-Shots:
Rites of Spring post 3.17 (Tumblr only)

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Captain Charming

Series (complete!):
Drinks with the Prince ("missing" scenes during season 3B) AO3
Part 1: Monkey Conundrum (3.13) AO3/FF.net
Part 2: Liquid Courage (3.14) AO3/FF.net
Part 3: Truth of Consequences (3.15) AO3/FF.net
Part 4: Left and Rites (3.16) AO3/FF.net
Part 5: Rock the Cradle of Luck (3.17) AO3/FF.net
Part 6: Rum Go (3.18) AO3/FF.net
Part 7: Not Today (3.19) AO3/FF.net
Part 8: Waiting Room (3.20) AO3/FF.net
Part 9: Time and Again (3.21/3.22) AO3/FF.net

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Captain Cobra

One-shots:
20 Questions and a Bagel (AO3/FF.net)

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Outlaw Queen

One-shot:
Princes, Pirates, and Thieves Part 3: The Lion (AO3/FF.net)

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Snowing

One-shot:
Princes, Pirates, and Thieves Part 1: The Scarecrow (AO3/FF.net)

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Hook & Snow

One-shot:
Avalanche (AO3/FF.net)

A little help, please, fandom!

scapeartist — Fri, 12 Jul 2013 21:05:57 GMT

So I haven't been around in ages (unless you count my daily check in with ONTD...) but I need some help and I know you've all got some great answers for me.

I am doing research for a project (it’s a long-term project that I’m honestly not sure when I can say you’ll see the results) and could use your input. What I would like to know is this:

What fictional location or setting of a book, movie, tv show, or video game has always stuck with you as someplace you wished you could really see or be in? Someplace you still think about or go back to read about/watch/play whenever you can. For example, I have always wanted to lay down on the star-watching rock from The Wrinkle in Time series, and when I was much younger I dreamed about sitting in my own garret writing like Jo from Little Women. These days I wouldn’t mind a visit to Republic City from Legend of Korra.

If you are willing to participate in this, could you please provide me with either the passage from the book describing the location (or chapter of where to find it) or a link to a screen cap in the movie, show (or the episode name/number and when to look for it), or game so I can see it too, please?

Thank you very very much! I hope to share with you the results of my research in the not toooooo distant future.

m.

Fare thee well, Dominar

scapeartist — Thu, 02 Aug 2012 13:38:21 GMT

A couple of days ago the Farscape fandom lost the voice of the Dominar—Jonathan Hardy. He was incredibly funny and sharp witted, and we will all miss him very much. Several years ago when I was doing ScapeRoute, I was lucky enough to interview him. I thought I would repost it so we can all remember what a lively man he was and how much he contributed to the entertainment industry. You can find it here: http://scapeartist.tumblr.com/post/28451626142/jonathanhardy.

I hope you enjoy it and take a moment to appreciate Mr. Hardy's life.

Yay birthday!

scapeartist — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 01:17:04 GMT

A very very very happy birthday to you pdxscaper!!! May this be an extraordinary year of travel and reading and reading while traveling. ;)

xoxoxo

Yo! kernezelda!!!

scapeartist — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 19:28:39 GMT

Happiest of birthdays, my friend. :) Hope this is a wonderful year for you!

Oops, I missed it again...

scapeartist — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 17:45:40 GMT

A slightly belated yet extremely heart-felt Happy Birthday to the illustrious kernezelda! Huzzah! I hope you enjoyed your day and you will continue to enjoy a fantastical year ahead!

Can I get a "Hell Yeah!"?

scapeartist — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 01:51:01 GMT

I love season 3 Crichton. Both of them even.

Yes, I am watching it nightly again!

Apples and trees

scapeartist — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 02:35:22 GMT

My 9-year-old daughter just wrote her first fan fic. \o/

The name says it all

scapeartist — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 21:34:20 GMT

I snagged that seduction style meme from everyone and I could not have been more amused by the results. I don't often post when I've taken a quiz, but this was just too good. I mean, how did they know?!

Bwwwaahahaha!!

Dead Silence companion fic: Dead Set

scapeartist — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 00:57:37 GMT

Yesterday I posted a little conversation overheard between Eric and Sookie called "Dead Silence," so today I thought I would post who was doing the listening.

Title: Dead Set (or The Best Laid Plans...)
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries
Beta: sabaceanbabe
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None I can think of
Disclaimer: Just borrowin' 'em for the evenin'...
Word count: appx. >400

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Here. It’s probably not warm enough.”

“It never is. Thanks, though.”

“You’re welcome. Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

“What are they doing in there?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Not especially. Just making sure she’s O.K.”

“She doesn’t need you checking up on her.”

“Sure thing, Pot.”

“Yes, well...If something goes wrong in there, I’ve got a much better chance of helping her.”

“Be my guest. You go right ahead and jump on in there, loverboy. And when Eric kills you, I’ll have a better chance all around. I’m all kinds of patient.”

“...”

“... ... What the hell? Is Eric doing bomb disposal or something? What’s got Sookie all in a snit?”

“Electronics. Eric bought her a home theater system for Christmas.”

“Heh. And he’s putting it together? Did he give his hired hands the day off or something?”

“Something like that.”

“How long has he been working at it?”

“Apparently long enough for Sookie to provoke him into threatening to meet the sun.”

“Why didn’t they just call you?”

“I offered after I picked everything up for Eric at Best Buy in Shreveport. He turned me down. Eric is under the impression he can do anything.”

“Ah. So I noticed. Well, if this doesn’t break them up, nothing will.”

“Indeed.”

“... ... Sounds like Eric’s ready to show off. Again. Think he’ll blow up the house?”

“...”

“Hehehheh...Well. That was worth the trip. Hey! Where you think you’re going, Bill?”

“I’m going to offer—”

“Maybe you should—”

*sigh*

“—wait. Sounds like they are otherwise occupied now. That didn’t take long.”

*cough*

“Whatcha got there, Bill?”

“Audio cord. I appropriated it before I gave Eric the equipment.”

“Fat lot of good that did you, huh?”

“Yes, Sam. Thanks. Your sympathy is overwhelming.”

“Anytime. ... Looks like Sookie is in...ah...good hands tonight. I’m out of here.”

“...”

“If you can stand losing one more time tonight, I’ll race you across the cemetery.”

“No, thank you.”

“Suit yourself. See you again tomorrow?”

“More than likely.”

THE END (really)

A pick-me-up for sabaceanbabe

scapeartist — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 05:18:07 GMT

Since you were having a lame ass couple of days, I thought I would try to tip the balance in the right direction for you tomorrow. This came totally out of nowhere, and I hope you find it amusing enough.

Title: Dead Silence (or A Conversation Overheard at Sookie's)
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries
Unbeta'd since that would usually be you. ;) Plus, it's late and no one is awake.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None I can think of
Disclaimer: Neither Eric nor Sookie or any combination thereof belong to me.
Word count: appx. 500

“Seriously, Eric, do you even know what you are doing?”

“Sookie, how old am I?”

“Older than the stars in the sky. But this isn’t something from the stone age you are dealing with. This is way newer than you.”

“And?”

“And I don’t think you know what you are doing.”

“And I think you worry too much.”

“It’s not your house that’s going to blow up if this goes horribly wrong.”

“If we were at my house, this wouldn’t even be an issue.”

“Can’t you just have one of your...your minions come do this?...Maybe I should call Bill. He’d know what to do.”

“The hell you will. I can do this. And it would be a much more pleasant endeavor if you would go sit down in that chair and be quiet.”

“Are you dismissing me?”

“No. I’m trying to get you to be quiet so I can concentrate.”

“You wouldn’t have to concentrate if you knew what you were doing.”

“Would you like to do it yourself?”

“No.”

“Then do us both a favor and. Be. Quiet.”

“Did your fangs just drop? I can see your reflection, you know.”

“No, they are safely tucked away. For the moment.”

“Liar.”

“You are testing my patience.”

“Welcome to the club.”

“...”

“It’s not like I asked for this.”

“I know that.”

“...Are you done yet?”

“Does it look like I’m done yet?”

“I can’t tell. You stopped moving.”

“I’m just double checking something...”

“... Were you just mumbling about a red wire? Are you going to blow up my house?!”

“No more of my blood for you. Your hearing has become an impairment to me. And for the last time, no! I’m not going to blow up your house.”

“You better not.”

“However, I am reconsidering meeting the sun if you continue.”

“Sorry.”

“Hm.”

“...Are you done now?”

“I believe so.”

“My house will remain in one piece? And there will be no hospital visits in the near future?”

“Yes to the first and I'm not making any promises on the second, you trying woman. Just hand me that and watch.”

“Here. Should I step back?”

“What’s that phrase in your Bible? ‘O, ye of little faith?’”

“I bet Jesus never had to worry about a vampire blowing up his house. And don’t roll your eyes at me, Eric Northman. Now I know where Pam gets it from.”

“Shush. Just sit down and watch.”

“Where’s that fire extinguisher? You know...just in case.”

“You wound me.”

“Oh, alright already. Let’s see it. Make it so, Number One.”

“...”

“Well, the picture is sure...vivid. But where’s the sound? Shouldn’t there be sound, Eric? Why can’t I hear anything? The box clearly says ‘surround sound.’”

“Maybe if you would stay silent for ten seconds...”

“I’ll call Bill. He hooked up his home theater system and his Wii lickety-split. He could be here in a minute. Or less. Even better than Domino's....What are you doing, Eric?”

“You know what Bill cannot do?”

“What?”

“This....or this.”

“Mmmmm...you are right about that. Maybe we don’t need him after all.”

“Uh uh. Besides, TV will just rot your brain. I've seen it happen.”

“Ew. But you are so right. I prefer reading anyway...”

“You know what else we don’t need?”

“Clothes?”

“Exactly.”

"Oh. Well. I guess you do know what you're doing."

THE END

The Girl Who Leapt Through Time

scapeartist — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 05:25:08 GMT

As I probably mentioned somewhere, I've re-upped at Netflix for the year while DH is away and Girlie and I are making our way through some new anime series and movies. So far so good. We of course did a re-watch of Kiki's Delivery Service because Monkey likes it too (he especially loves Gigi and also now runs around with a broom to fly on). We also watched Metropolis which was pretty neat stylistically. The new Astroboy movie kind of reminded me of Metropolis, actually, only with much less grit. It was certainly different from what we usually get (which are shows like Black Cat and Fruits Basket).

Our newest movie is The Girl Who Leapt Through Time and Girlie and I both loved it (we've watched it twice in a row so far). Really loved it, actually, (like: "Look! I made an icon for it!" loved it) and will definitely be purchasing it during my next bout of retail therapy. If you go to the Amazon link I gave, just beware of some spoilery stuff in the reviews. As for me, I loved the plot (I was able to suspend my disbelief quite easily), the journey Makoto makes as she breaks and fixes things and breaks them again, the easy-going yet inherently complicated relationship with her two best friends (who are boys), and her typical teenager-ness without being stereotypical. She's a good kid and you root for her all the time. In fact, there is no "bad guy" in this...just time. The animation itself is great--not lush particularly, but lovely and without a ton of the typical anime over-exaggerated facial expressions that can pull you out of a story.

I can't say that I often feel things strongly when I watch anime. I love it for the beautiful animation or how off the wall it is or the interesting twisty plots, but rarely do my insides twist like they did watching this movie unfold (the only other time it happened was with Samurai Champloo toward the end of the series). I think I could watch this with regularity and not tire of it.

What made the experience of watching it with Girlie so awesome? When it was over, she totally started plotting fan fiction and she doesn't even know it. \o/ What's more, so was I.

Shiney...

scapeartist — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:14:17 GMT

Today is a good day. Today UPS delivered the complete Farscape series box set, plus The Peacekeeper Wars all for under $70 (Thanks Amazon for the sale and sabaceanbabe for pointing it out!!). I even got the new Star Trek dvd thrown in there for dirt cheap too. Winter can start now and the snow can pile up over my door. I don't care because I'll be too busy being geekily nostalgic to notice. (I'll also be making some FS icons because I only have 2 and they suck. See?)

My original disks were ruined one day by small children who decided to play with them (read: toss them across a dirty wood floor like they were skipping rocks in a pond) while I was out and their daddies weren't paying attention. It's been years since I've been able to watch even one episode without a glitch. Normally I wouldn't drop that much money so close to Christmas for myself, but I wasn't going to miss the sale.

Since this is my third Winter in the North Pole, I now know that having a butt load of tv and movies to watch as well as books to read is key to surviving the long, dark months ahead with my sanity intact. And with the hubby being gone for the next year, I'm going to need copious amounts of escapism. I'm actually excited at the prospect of me, my snuggly doggies, a few extra quilts and my tv & dvd player.

Oh, show, I've missed you so!

True Blood video wishes

scapeartist — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:48:23 GMT

Every time I hear Gnarls Barkley's "Run (I'm a Natural Disaster)" I get a vidding bug. Of course I have no time and no skillz whatsoever, but I think it could be fun to make (and it would be fantastic if someone made it and I just haven't found it yet). I can practically see it in my head although I think it could probably use a couple more seasons worth of footage to really do it right. Of course it would be all about the vampires...

Yeah its still the same
Can’t you feel the pain
When the needle hits the vein
Ain’t nothing like the real thing
I’ve seen it once before
And oh it’s something else
Good god

Cool breeze come on in
Sunshine come on down
These are the tear drops of the clown
Circus is coming to town
All I’m saying is sometimes I’m more scared of myself
You better
move
I said
move

Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Run for your life
Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Here it comes
I said run
Alright

Yeah I’m on the run
See where I’m coming from
When you see me coming run
Before you see what I’m running from
No time for question asking time is passing by
Alright

You can’t win child
We’ve all tried to
You’ve been lied to
It’s all ready inside you
Either you run right now
Or you best get ready to die
You better
move
I said
move

Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Run for your life
Runaway
Runaway
Run children
Ooh
Here it comes
I Said run

Hurry little children
Run this way
I have got a beast at bay
La la la la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la l a
La la la la l a
Runaway
runaway
Run children
run for your life
runaway
runaway
run children
here it comes
said run

I make myself giggle just thinking about it.

Flist ahoy!

scapeartist — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 02:28:26 GMT

My life is in need of a new and improved soundtrack. I'm looking for some music reccs. The only thing I really don't like is country and/or western. Everything else is fair game. I need to shake things up a bit. I love my current play list, but it's going to get really old soon.

So, please? Help a sistah out!! Thanks in advance.

*squishesyouall*

A slow night

scapeartist — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:43:55 GMT

I love my son. He is wacky and apparently has too much time on his little tiny hands.

SVM fic: Odin's Emissary

scapeartist — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 22:19:12 GMT

I wasn't sure I wanted to post this, but what the hell. I'm still flexing my writing muscles, so your mileage may vary.

Title: Odin's Emissary
Author: scapeartist
Beta: the patient sabaceanbabe
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through Dead and Gone
Disclaimer: I don't own it, please don't hurt me.
Summary: Just a short character study of what Eric does on a battlefield one night.
Word count: appx. 2000
Author's note: I was continuing my writing practice (avoiding real work) and this is what showed up today.

Eric turned off the T.V. over the bar with a quick press of a button. Preparations for war were the only news items of the day and he was long past the point of feeling anything about men killing each other for any reason. It was tedious at best. The rhetoric of killing was the same and he'd heard it all. Multiple times ad nauseum. Humans could condemn the killing vampires did all they wanted and Eric did not care. It was true that vampires had killed more often than not. Killing was in their nature and their survival quite often depended on it. But bloodlust was common to both humans and vampires—after all they used to be one and the same—the vampires just learned to be more discreet over time. But humans were a brutal race who conveniently ignored that fact when it suited them. He watched generation after generation of hypocrites come and go killing their youth indiscriminately, and he mourned not a one of them. Humans were just as proficient in killing as vampires after centuries of war, conquests, and petty arguments leading to death, destruction, and devastation. War was as regular as the moon hanging in the sky. And when humans got their bloodlust up, they acted upon it on such a grand scale that Eric was more than happy to sit back and watch it happen. Humans could be so entertaining when they set their minds to it.

When he was still learning vampire ways from his Maker, Appius Livius Ocella, they would seek out and take advantage of local conflict practically for sport. Eric was far more fond of the "glamour pretty women, have sex and feed" routine, but it was just that—routine—and there were lessons to be learned by trying new things. Semi-regular feedings for them lay in the well-populated cities where they could stay for a time undetected, learning the political climates, the rivalries, and who would be the most likely adversary to the ruling classes. If they were lucky, wars and revolution would start on their own, but Ocella was not above giving the occasional nudge in the right direction to get the violence rolling. After several centuries of manipulation he was a master at it and Eric was a quick learner. The most important lesson he took away from his training was that although times may change, human nature did not.

Ocella especially enjoyed going to large towns where there would be a couple of rival wealthy families. It took practically no effort to figure out who they were, what would move them to violence, and make it happen. More often than not, one or the other family would have a beautiful daughter of marrying age or a first-born son training to take over the family business. Depending on the mark, either Eric or Ocella would glamour, abduct, and kill them and leave the body with enough evidence to condemn the rival family. After that, it was a matter of time before the revenge killings started and Eric and Ocella would wait in the wings for a snack or three. Ocella's fondness for toying with humans was born of boredom and an ego as vast as the Roman Empire had once been, but nothing excited him like the prospect of war.

Being a former soldier, Ocella still found it difficult to stay away from combat, and when Ocella was set on going, Eric could not refuse him even if he had wanted to. Besides, following a large army on the move provided so many opportunities for steady meals it was hard to resist. Eric, too, would feel a rush at the thought of the thousands of beating hearts all converging on one place ready to be stopped by spear, sword, bullet, or fang.

Large battles were a feast fit for the Gods and Eric was Odin's own emissary on the battlefield. The Viking in Eric loved a fight—good, bad, dirty, or fair, it didn't matter. His combat skills were exceptional; he was smart, quick, strong, decisive. Being a vampire only enhanced those qualities and on those odd nights where battles raged on into dark, he took immense pleasure in joining the brawl. He took no sides, but he culled the weak. Most often though, he and Ocella would roam the battlefield at night in the guise of medical orderlies or—if they were able to appropriate uniforms—comrades looking for their missing brothers in arms after the day's action was over. They would find the mortally wounded and put them out of their misery. The first few times they did this, it rather galled Eric to be feeding in such a manner. There was little honor in scavenging in his mind and wounded men were just easy pickings and no challenge at all. But there was no denying his hunger or the opportunity.

Eric was reminded of the last soldier he tasted. He had been out among the dead and dying for a short time when he came upon an odd scene. He thought he had seen so much in all his years, but this was something he never expected. Generally Eric stayed away from where the hardest fighting took place. The dead there were no longer fresh and he would not feed on them. Instead, he wandered along the outskirts where the wounded would inch and crawl away from the battle to some sort of safety or cover. Many would spend the nights there bleeding and praying to their deity for salvation but dying all the same.

He thought he was hearing wrong at first. Eric could have sworn he heard a woman crying, but there were no women in this army's entourage. Sometimes wives would travel with their men to tend to them, and sometimes the officers would bring whores who doubled as washer women or cooks, but not here. Not this time—he would have known. Women were just drawn to him. Ocella liked to tease Eric that attracting women was his special vampire talent. Still...He was sure it was a woman's sobs breaking through the moans and delirious cries of pain scattered over the blood-soaked field. He let the sound guide him to a small rise partially concealed by a fallen tree. It was there that he found two soldiers lying on the ground. One obviously dead--he was missing part of his leg and had blood covering his midsection from a deep gash in his side. The other soldier, half pinned by the dead soldier, was a woman. Eric could smell the difference in her immediately.

She was badly wounded; Eric could see that by her limp arm covered in blood from the bicep down and she had a bloody crease on the side of her head. With her good hand she was gripping the front of the dead man's uniform, her knuckles white with the effort. Tears streaked through the dirt and gore covering her plain face, and her dark, cropped hair was wild. She saw Eric and her breath hitched mid-sob.

"Please," she said in a broken voice. "Please..."

Eric knelt down next to her, the sound of her heart thrumming in his ears and the smell of her blood beginning to force his fangs down. It took most of his will to retract them so he could figure this puzzle out without interruption.

"You are a woman," Eric said in mild amazement.

She looked panicked, her eyes wide. "How can you tell?"

"It doesn't matter. What are you doing here dressed as a soldier?" Eric asked quietly, tracing her jaw with his finger.

She shifted, winced, and gripped the body on top of her even tighter. "This is my husband. We have been soldiers together for many campaigns now. I couldn't leave him. I wouldn't leave him."

"Foolish woman," Eric said.

"He's dead, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"Please kill me, too. I won't live without him." The woman's voice was confident and surprisingly strong in that moment.

"Your wounds are not mortal. You could go on to live and be happy one day. Why would you ask such a thing?"

For a moment Eric considered turning her. She was obviously strong and loyal. But this death wish over another was more than he could comprehend. Her situation smacked of the culmination of habitual bad judgment and that would obviously be the death of her and someday Eric if she stayed with him.

She was quiet for a moment. "He was all I ever wanted. My family thinks I'm dead already. It is what I want."

"Very well."

Eric shifted the husband off her body and gathered the woman to him. She continued to grip the cold dead hand of the man she fought alongside while Eric commanded her gaze. He could feel her pulse slow as he reached into her mind and eased her worries. This would be the first time he glamoured anyone for their own benefit and not his own.

He spoke softly. "You will no longer hurt."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Now go be with your mate," Eric said right before he sank his fangs into her neck.

When he finished with her, he felt strong and sated. He arranged the couple near each other, still touching, but not giving away her relationship to the man either. No one would take the time to look at the bite marks he left. She was just another dead soldier after all. He still thought her rather silly to follow the man at all, never mind into death. He had mourned his own wife, whom he did love, but he would never consider throwing himself on her pyre, nor would he want her to do that if he had ever died while she lived. This woman, this soldier, bewildered him, and now she lived on in Eric.

A few decades later, Eric fought against the Fae and lost any taste he had for full-scale combat. Humans were indeed brutal, but they weren't nearly as creative as the Fae and it had tested all his skills to stay alive. But he had. And for quite a long time even. Long enough to decide that he would have to pick another human vice to exploit for the foreseeable future because he needed a break. He had almost forgotten the soldier woman.

Centuries later he thought of her again. Sookie Stackhouse entered his bar and then wound her way into his life and one day he began to have an inkling as to what drove the warrior woman to follow her husband into death. She had fought well to protect him and Eric did not doubt the soldier had done the same for her until his end. They fought because they wanted to live, and it wasn't bad judgment that lead them to death.

It was love.

Know your soldiers

scapeartist — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:19:49 GMT

Get to know some soldiers.

Milblogging is a clearinghouse of blogs written by soldiers all over the world as well as their families. Take some time to read their stories. It has never been easier to see the world through their eyes.

Happy Veteran's Day.

Lookie dat!

scapeartist — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:39:19 GMT

*iz writin agin*

So vampires brought me out of writing retirement. No one is more surprised than I am.

snort

scapeartist — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 03:04:07 GMT

Supernatural was rather cracktastic tonight. Without giving too much away, I especially loved the Japanese game show and the commercial. Hi-larious! Oh, Kripke, thanks for making me laugh tonight, I needed it.

Pumpkin head

scapeartist — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 15:13:24 GMT

Poor Jack is looking a little down in the dumps today.

Fandom's got me again

scapeartist — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 03:00:03 GMT

Been a while since I was this happy being a geek. Been completely sucked in (hahahaha!) by True Blood and the Sookie Stackhouse books. Like 'em enough that I managed to toss together a couple of icons for the occasion too! I'm currently too tired and sporting a whopper of a headache to really squee properly, but oh, man. I'm having fun again. I can't say I've ever been a fan of the tall blond types, but Askars is definitely making me reconsider. Yowza. And in the books, Eric is one of my favorites anyway (along with Pam and Sam--they rhyme!) so no doubt that is having some influence. I think I've now read the books enough times I've damn near got them memorized. The distraction from real life has been welcome what with DH leaving next week for a year, so I'll take whatever escapism I can lay my hands on. And if it happens to be in the shape of a Viking, so be it. :)

Gah

scapeartist — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:17:54 GMT

I am up waaaaaaay too late. Should have opted for the melatonin instead of the Southern style sweet ice tea. *headdesk*

<----but look! New icon! My other favorite Pam! ;)

Happy 21st birthday...

scapeartist — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:11:33 GMT

to my favorite scrubschick!! I hope today is spectacularly lazy for you. :)

Here's to many more 21st birthdays! xoxoxox