The Blob

Title: Scent Memory
Author: Allocin
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Wordcount: 3807
Rating: R
Keywords: angst, hurt/comfort, telepathy, pon farr, alien biology, age difference
Characters: Spock!Prime/Gaila, past Kirk!Prime/Spock!Prime, past Kirk/Gaila
Disclaimer: No profit is made from this work of fiction and no infringement intended.
Summary: Gaila's on New Vulcan when Spock Prime enters into Pon Farr. She can help on a physical level, but emotionally is a whole different ballgame.
A/N: Happy birthday to my lovely wifey, rhaegal!

( New Vulcan, as the Terrans called it, was as hot as Orion Prime ... )

Title: Best Laid Plans (Off The Cuff Remix)
Author: Allocin
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Wordcount: 2435
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gen
Characters: Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, Nyota Uhura, Spock
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any part of the Star Trek franchise, and no profit is made from this work.
Summary: Leonard is halfway through coffee and grits before he realises what day it is. He isn't the only one not feeling the full holiday cheer.
Challenge: Remix of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by lackadaisy for Remix Madness 2011.

( If he's honest, Leonard doesn't even realise what day it is ... )

( Author's Notes )

Regarding Avatar: I understand that this film kinda sucked a little. The CGI was, of course, first rate cutting edge modern awesomeness. Everything else, from the plotline to the characterisation to even the score in some parts, was cliched and well-worn to the point where I half-expected the General to say "No, Luke. I am your father!"

But.

Am I really the only person on the whole of Livejournal who kind of wants to read fic about this strange new planet and all these kooky people? I know that every single character is one-dimensional (pun entirely intended), but I think that makes it more exciting because there are more gaps to fill, more things to explore! It's like Harry Potter, where every adult character is exactly who JKR needs them to be until they're needed to be someone else (see: Sirius Black).

I would like to read about ( Avatar spoilers. ). Or how about ( moar Avatar spoilers. ) And that's just the two I thought of when I watched it again this afternoon.

In regards to Star Trek XI, I still have this one fic that I'm trying to write, but I'm having issues with style and voice. It's from Gaila's POV (another blank-canvas-character. Sensing a theme?) but I can't decide how to tell the story. Most Gaila-fics (the good ones, with depth) have a kind of over-arching style where the reader is half-linked into Gaila's thoughts and time passes in blobs that serve to pick out the prudent parts of her history that make the point. The best writer by far is igrockspock and she employs this style a lot, which I think my Muse is trying to emulate. I think it would suit the flow of the story, too, and I have a succinct writing pattern anyway. But I'm reluctant to throw my eggs into that basket purely because it's quite a common narrative style in fanfic now (see: every 5Times fic ever written). So do I go with the style that is trying to come out or do I try to write something more structured?

Gah! Fic = hard.

You ever feel like your ideas are bigger than your ability to write? I've got a big fic in FFVII that I'd like to crack on with, but it's sort of stagnated in my head. Then I've got this lovely new fandom - STXI! - and I have lots of thoughts about the characters, but no framework in which to demonstrate said thinky-thoughts.

Here's a question though: Did the Vulcans have their own fleet of ships? Would they have been battle-capable, or more defensive?

In RL news, I am TEH BUSY with the working and the watching of TOS and the laundry and the working. I am trying to volunteer as a dog-walker for disabled owners, and am also suffering the return of my travel bug, Herbert. Herbert is telling me that running away to New Zealand or Indonesia or Ghana is an excellent idea. Herbert is persuasive.

I've been taking cough medicine that's done a good job of suppressing the cough, but has also made me queasy near to the point of puking. Which, ew. Turns out one of its key ingredients - CHLOROFORM - has been banned as a consumer product since 1979 in the USA. It's fine in the UK though, right? Blaaagh.

I considered calling in sick this morning, but I wasn't ill enough to justify it. I've dragged myself into this office with a temperature of 101F before now. Though I couldv'e done with the time to clean my room for the girl viewing it tonight, and of course to write copious amounts of fic and play Sims3.

Speaking of fic, I am DETERMINED to finish it by the deadline for startrekbigbang. Determined. *nod*

My two week soiree has finally ended. Woe is me. More woe is me, for I'm not entirely sure 'soiree' is the word I need, but I am too lazy to look it up. Woe.

Family holiday to Somerset was good. Wet, and cramped, and also wet, and did I mention wet? But I enjoyed it. Second week off was awesome wrapped up in rain.

On Friday I confirmed that I will be starting my second job at Pub on Wednesday. Yay money! I did maths, and it turns out I'll be working a total of 60 hours a week from both jobs, which is fine because Estate Agent requires I sit, and Pub is 16 hours a week. Awesome.

This weekend I have caught up on Star Trek fic. I shit you not, that is all I have done. I still haven't finished, because this fandom is crazy prolific like woah even when I'm being really selective. Like, I will only read genfic and Kirk/McCoy unless it comes with three recommendations from people on my drastically reduced flist. I started off with 200 fics. I'm down to 20. My butt hurts from sitting so long.

On startrekbigbang I have written a grand total of 3000 words. I had intended to be at 7500 by the end of today, but such is life. Woe.

Apart from that, the only other news of note is that I will be moving house in mid-September. And there's a blissed-out moth chilling on my ceiling. C'est la vie.

I am so incredibly psyched for startrekbigbang it's ridiculous. I have a plot! It seems to want to fit the right wordcount! I am looking forward to writing it! Unbelievable.

My wrist ached so bad today I wore the bandage. Now the bandage is icky and needs washing, but will buy another tomorrow to tide me over. Damn cold wet summer! *shakes fist*

Vapid icon is vapid and appropriate.