I've had two people message me this month asking to translate a couple of my fics into Russian and Chinese, which is TOTALLY COOL I LOVE TRANSLATION, and totally flattering, and totally unprecedented for me :)) but it made me think I should put up a sticky post

If you want to make a translation or a podfic or derivative work of any of my fanfics, go for it! Blanket permission granted. The only thing I hope is that you would send me a link so I can link to your translation/podfic/etc from the fic post/Ao3.

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I posted these graphics to tumblr this week - haha, they took me forever, I guess right before school is the perfect time to finish them.

biggish (500px wide, 750ish tall)  images behind the cut

text: "The Year of Goodbyes"

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I've written a couple things in the past few months and I haven't posted them here! I'm going to link to Ao3 because I'm a monster and don't feel like formatting anything...

here be sibling incest, m/m/f threesome, and het femdom!


Pacific Rim

Keep Your Head
Raleigh Becket/Yancy Becket
NC-17
16k
When the Beckets start drift training to be pilots, the drift hangover takes a lot of adjusting to. Yancy's happy to help Raleigh out with a few extra touches, some co-sleeping, but none of it helps them get back to normal. They're getting too close for Yancy's comfort, but when Yancy attempts to Raleigh him away, Raleigh won't let him.

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Mako Mori/Raleigh Becket/Yancy Becket
NC-17
1800 words
Raleigh is the center of attention. (Total PWP, for Porn Battle prompts "sharing" and "spread out")

Slipstream
Raleigh Becket/Yancy Becket
R? NC-17?
1400 words
Ghost drifting with morning wood turns into something of a joint effort. Written for the porn battle prompts "ghost drifting, shower, give in"


The Blacklist

A Professional Favor
Liz Keen/Donald Ressler
NC-17
4300 words
PWP. Liz finds Don unable to sleep at the hotel bar, and decides she can help him work out his tension when his domme doesn't show up. D/s and pain play, shoes, restraints, femdom.

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The year of goodbyes

We came from a village where we were all torches.
I carried you from one house to another,
the heat of you crackling in my hand.
Everyone told me to be afraid. I told you I wasn't.
I touched you anyway.

This winter is the hardest winter I’ve known.
My gloves are too cold to warm my hands,
your fire long gone from the herringbone shroud.
You are a long way away. I hope you are remembering me.
I will be here when you remember me.

They gave me this lighter. They gave me a mission,
a good engine, mountains in my brain.
They gave me your needle eyes, your long fingers.
They gave us time and the courage to defy them,
taste for meat, lungs for smoke, love of rain.

You were buried in mud. I tried to unearth you.
The voice I heard was very quiet. I thought,
you can't think I am equal to this. I thought,
there must be a reason for me to lose you.
A good reason. Then I gave up on goodness.

There were no maps for my desperation.
I held a mirror to my youth, cut off
the last years of my life. Relied on blind turns.
I made us a language of what we’ve already said
but the world has changed. We have no good words.

Unable to take us back or let you down gently,
I am putting my hands into your fire. It’s not
that I want to die; I want to prove we’ve lived,
to tear up unanswered questions, to be intractable,
except under your hands, at the end of the line

where you touch me despite everything.
This time I say the right things
to your warm body, my hands scorched
by your breathing. Everyone tells me to be afraid.
I tell you I’m not. I touch you anyway.



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This is a wincest poem :) I posted this on redredwords but forgot to post it to my main journal. Woops.

I started this more than years ago as a SPN poem, and it still is, and I still want to make graphics and put this text on them, but I figured it took me so long to write this poem I might as well post it in its entirety first to say it's done because I won't work on it anymore XD And I have already done two stanza graphics tonight, but there are still 5 more! Who even knows if this would see the light of day, then! I am not that great at graphics, friends! I have a dream of making gifs but oh god my gifs always look terrible.

many thanks to animus_wyrmis for looking this over ohhh sayyyy about a year ago! and her invaluable feedback and encouragement! :D even for my incest poetry!

I will post the graphics when I finish them :) I am determined to, despite my greatly deteriorated visual recall.

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gold_bluepoint is writing her final paper for her Arthur class right now, and hearing her talk about it made me remember a few of my favorite Merlin vids. How is it I can remember 4 stellar vids from Merlin fandom but very few SPN fics? Something to do with the sheer volume of enjoyable SPN stuff I consumed. While Merlin vids are a smaller niche.

Anyway, a trip down memory lane. Great music, great vids.

Red - song: Red, by Elbow; vid by obsessive24. Arthur-centric (Merlin/Arthur too but hey it's s1 - maybe some s2?? I forget - so everything kinda was.) This was one of the first vids I remember being hella impressed by - I hadn't seen any remarkable ones before somehow. And I love the song for Arthur and how even here at the beginning of his journey, you can see his unfortunate future coming, how the good things now are kinda too good to last.

Unsteady Ground - song: Unsteady Ground, by Catherine Feeny; vid by cherryice. Morgana. the streaming links are broken ;_; but the download link lives! The way it's framed within Morgana's waking-up and the title is an exciting way of reminding the viewer of the palimpsest of Arthurian myth and its stories; the lyrics about Bush-administration issues and politics and the Iraq war, over Uther's executions and our main characters' stays in the dungeons - I always loved the regime/revolution allegory of the Pendragons.

Surrender - song: Close, by Telepopmusik; vid by newkidfan. Merlin/Will and Merlin/Arthur. Las recced this one and oh man, what a great song. What exciting editing. I HELLA SHIPPED THEM ugh childhood friiieeenndssss! The small version on the streamplayer is still there, but I remember there being one with better resolution.

Make Something Good - song: Make SOmething Good, by Laura Viers; vid by sweetestdrain. Gwen-centric? Wyrm showed me this one, oh my goddddd this song is so **___** and about Arthuriana and these young young versions in Merlin I JUST AAAHHH. The author says it's Merlin/Arthur/Gwen but I'm reading it more like Gwen/everyone. The video just shows how much love she gives and I slkjsadfl aaaahhhhh Gweeennnnn



PS I know I am not posting much anymore, but I check lj almost daily! I just never feel like I have anything to post about. Though I may be looking for a fic bingo card after the holidays and poetry applications - so beginning of January. I'm writing some very slowly right now and would like to find an excuse just to pound ficlets out.

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Hey guys, I'm leaving in... 5 hours... on a jet plane. So this is hiatus. I'm going to be gone on vacation in a foreign country without my laptop for a month. If you have stuff you need! (or just want :) )to tell me, email me at zorrosuchil at gmail and I'll try to get back to you - but it will prob not happen quickly or reliably. I'll be traveling a lot with v. unpredictable internet access, and with my mom so there will be less alone time for internetting.

I am super sad I won't get to obsessively stalk my inbox for bigbang comments ;) I promise, when I get back in August, I will be soooo happy to respond to you!

Think good thoughts about travel safety for me and I will bring you back many pictures of beautiful things and hopefully some writing too!!! that is my goal, I brought 4 different mostly-blank notebooks but have few non-shitty pens, ahahaha.

<333333

Z

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Fic: Riders on the Storm
Author name: zempasuchil
Artist name: salty_catfish
Genre: Wincest
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 41,500
Warnings: Underage (Sam is 17.) Mention of suicidal ideation.
Authors’ Notes: A million thanks to my darling sleep-deprived gold_bluepoint for an amazing beta/cheerleading/life coach job. Thank you so much to salty_catfish for her fabulous art - I was thrilled you picked my summary as I've been coveting your illustrations since, as you know, forever :) Thank you coyotesuspect for believing in this fic when I did not, and animus_wyrmis for brainstorming with me many excellent cases that will eventually find their own fics; thank you callowyn for helping birth this plot bunny last winter over chat - ha! I bet you didn't see this coming! And finally, thank you to the spn_j2_bigbang mods for organizing this wonderful challenge.


Summary: Bottled up in a borrowed Sierra Nevada cabin while their father chases demonic omens, Sam and Dean have nothing to do but hunt chupacabras and mess around with each other. It's not supposed to mean anything. When the weeks are over and Sam announces he's leaving for Stanford, everything including their relationship falls apart. Years later, Jess dies tragically and Sam leaves Stanford with Dean to find their dad. Dean is Sam's anchor in the ocean of Sam's grief, but soon Sam starts suspecting that he's holding too close, wanting too much. Meanwhile, Dean has repented of what happened that summer, but deep down neither can shake his less-than-brotherly feelings. When Dean exchanges his soul for Sam's life, Sam is determined not to let Dean die, or let their desires go unresolved. On the trail of the Wild Hunt, during a last-ditch effort to save Dean from hell, the crackling tension between Sam and Dean finally comes to a head.







Click to see Sas's art post!


1. Part I: Sam. 2. Part I: Dean. 3. Part II: Sam . 4. Part II: Dean. 5. Part III: Sam. 6. Part III: Dean.

[& on AO3]



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