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I'm delighted that we share at least one of these excellent fandoms, and look forward immensely to reading your story! Below are some thoughts and ideas on each request, but please don't feel restricted by them. I've also included a brief summary of each fandom and why I think it's wonderful, so if you're having second thoughts on whatever we matched on, there might be other options!

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for the 'send me a message and I'll tell you 3 reasons you're great' thing, HI [personal profile] miss_morland HERE ARE A FEW OF THE REASONS I LIKE YOU SO MUCH

1. your writing is achingly good, so emotionally pitch-perfect; I dream of being able to show characters' inner worlds as well as you do.

2. you're fantastic company, super fun and wonderfully supportive.

3. your research is so interesting and I love hearing you talk about it.
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 Given the shit that's just gone down in the Les Mis fandom, a bunch of us are trying to spread what positivity we can. I put up an offer on tumblr to tell anyone who messaged me three reasons why they're great, and thought I should put it here too for those not on the tumblrs. Or if you already did this on tumblr message me anyway and I will tell you three MORE reasons you're great.
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So the first chapter of the mermaid!Eponine fic that [personal profile] voksen charmed me into writing back in .... many months ago? ... is up on AO3 now! It's basically a hugely self-indulgent Hugo/Andersen mash-up with lesbians. Because lesbians. I will do my utmost to keep it updated fairly regularly!

Title: There are Heroes in the Seaweed
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Les Miserables/The Little Mermaid (Andersen)
Rating: General Audiences (for now)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eponine/Cosette
Additional Tags: Canon Era, Mermaid Eponine, Victor Hugo Pastiche, Purple Prose, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - The Little Mermaid
Summary: In which Cosette and Valjean do flee to England after all, only to be hit by a terrible storm on the crossing. And in which Eponine is a young mermaid employed by her parents to lure sailors to the deep - until one stormy night when she impulsively saves a strange girl from drowning.

Alsooo I signed up for fandom_stocking because it looks like a lot of fun - my stocking is here.

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 Babby's first porno.

It's Night Vale sorry Les Mis friends I will get back on with Mis fic now!

Don't look at me.
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Because narghh, still not getting the hang of this life + fandom + terrible time management lark, none of which is helped by current awesome anxiety/depression combo, but this way I might shame myself into doing some things! So:

-Finish! The! Brick!
-Write mermaid!Eponine thing
-Think about longer Eponine/Cosette possibly fantasy-ish AU thing?
-Figure out research I'd need to do for same
-Write up lady-centric list of kink meme prompts/fills to post to tumblr

Oh yeah I made lesmisladies.tumblr.com because why not, and reblogging pretty pictures is easier than writing.

I have my little sister staying with me for her Easter break, which is pretty nice because she's making sure I do sensible self-carey things like go to bed before 1 a.m. and buy real groceries and take my meds. Which is on aggregate worth the fights over who gets to play their music in the flat. (she is not a Mis fan boo).

Right. Time to take Victor Hugo to bed.
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 Okay fuck I have no idea how to manage fandom/life balance. Being freelance was enough of a juggling act before I tripped and fell headfirst down this magical rabbit hole of porn and nineteenth century lit squee. HELP I CAN'T GET OUT. I'm going to have to install one of those website blockers aren't I.

True story my mum caught me reading slashfic when I was 15 and told me it could get addictive and ruin my life. Ten years later I learn that SHE WAS RIGHT.
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"She fled from the garden, ran up to her room, flew to the looking-glass,—it was three months since she had looked at herself,—and gave vent to a cry. She had just dazzled herself.

She was beautiful and lovely; she could not help agreeing with Toussaint and her mirror. Her figure was formed, her skin had grown white, her hair was lustrous, an unaccustomed splendor had been lighted in her blue eyes. The consciousness of her beauty burst upon her in an instant, like the sudden advent of daylight; other people noticed it also, Toussaint had said so, it was evidently she of whom the passer-by had spoken, there could no longer be any doubt of that; she descended to the garden again, thinking herself a queen, imagining that she heard the birds singing, though it was winter, seeing the sky gilded, the sun among the trees, flowers in the thickets, distracted, wild, in inexpressible delight."


The moment Cosette realises she's beautiful. It really isn't perfect, especially as it assumes beauty is objective and something that some people just possess and others do not - and is immediately followed by Hugo going on about the "feminine soul" and being as headdesky as I've come to expect when he starts with his theories on women and their ways.

But that moment itself is one of my favourite passages in the whole Brick (so far), and the thing that made me properly fall in love with Cosette as a character. A girl on the cusp of womanhood being suddenly delighted and uplifted by her own loveliness. God. I'm trying to write a scene that is basically Cosette getting off on her own beauty (narcissism kink who me naaaah) (it's a step closer to writing actual sex!) but I'm having such trouble finding language doesn't tap into stupid bollocks about girls being vain and vapid (even the sentence I just typed annoys me because what the fuck is actually wrong with vanity). Turns out it's really hard to write about a woman witnessing and enjoying her own attractiveness without playing into that, because even AWARENESS of her beauty is usually used as a shorthand for being either shallow or evil or both. The flipside of that attitude being that not believing herself attractive is in itself an attractive quality, as Hugo explains a few paragraphs down: "An exquisite grace, for beauty enhanced by ingenuousness is ineffable, and nothing is so adorable as a dazzling and innocent creature who walks along, holding in her hand the key to paradise without being conscious of it." (you're being creepy Hugo stop it). Even if I try to avoid putting those assumptions into the scene, it feels like they'd still be all to easy to read into it; vanity is just too loaded a concept.

And yet, if I look at the passage quoted above in isolation, a nineteenth century dude pulls off what I'm grinding my teeth over trying to do? (although Hugo is not writing porn here so I guess that makes it easier, heh). It's so brimming with light and loveliness, and breathless syntax, and obviously there is male gaze going on on the author's part but as far as Cosette herself is concerned, it is for herself (I think it's important that the 'other people noticed' is placed as an afterthought to the self-awareness). And sure, Hugo says that this awareness is dangerous, but he doesn't portray Cosette as shallow, or a bad person, because of it. In fact, I love that the most about her: that she is a good person, capable of loving others with all her heart, while also loving and admiring herself.

Tl;dr patriarchy is the matrix, writing is hard, Cosette is a magical creature of goodness and gorgeousness and fabulous self-image and I love her.
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 Well my first fic is up! 'Dress to Kill' on AO3. I feel a lot less like a fandom virgin now.

I say this is my first ever fic; that might not be entirely true - I once wrote a prose poem riffing on The Waste Land which was technically a Hyacinth Girl/Typist fic, for an ex, because I was young and ridiculous - but it's my fist conscious attempt anyway.

It's a fill for the genderfluid!Eponine prompt. Was going to be a bit of cross-dressing fluff but then I spilled my social dysphoria in it. It's still mostly cross-dressing fluff though! And for all my 'Rah, femslash!' talk, it is Eponine/Montparnasse. Thank you so much [personal profile] carmarthen for beta-ing and [personal profile] voksen for being so encouraging (◡‿◡✿)
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Woo, I stayed up till 3 a.m. and finished my first fill on the Les Mis kinkmeme. I'm sure I got a hundred things wrong wrt historical detail, but at least it's DONE. (for now. I will edit it and post on AO3 I think) (why did it take me like 5 days to write 2K words though)

Found these while failing to write, and sticking them here for my own future reference: pinboards of C19 men's fashion! http://pinterest.com/redflax/men-s-tailoring-19th-century/and http://pinterest.com/charlseyfawkes/1830s-mens-clothing/

(I want to dress like that dammit)

I guess now I should pick one of the Eponine/Cosette prompts and have a go at actually writing porn. Even though I'm a bit terrified of it. I mean I am a fairly accomplished Sapphist but that doesn't mean I know how to WRITE it without it being terrible. Le gulp.
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Well, fic is hard.

I'm like halfway through my first ever attempt at it, for a kinkmeme prompt, and going soooo slowly.

I'm completely new to writing fanfic, but I really want to do it and do it well, because it turns out I have a lot of feelings. Like, character feelings but also goddammit-there-ought-to-be-more-femslash-and-different-shades-of-queerness feelings. Really just more stuff that isn't pretty cis boys - nothing against pretty cis boys and I sure do like reading about them because yum, but let's have more ladies and non-binary folks yes please.

But I'm so SLOW and I know it's going to be a while before I get into the swing of this and meantime I'm sure my writing is going to continue to piss me off because it's not a tenth as good as I'd like it to be and dear lord, this was supposed to be fun?!?!

Okay let's have more tea and attempt to finish this fill.
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I don't have a problem, I told myself. I can stop any time I want to. Honest.

I guess it started eight years ago, when I went to see this musical called Les Misérables. It totally fucking broke my heart. I got hold of the music and listened to it incessantly, sobbing into my art homework over A Little Fall Of Rain. But I had other things I was into as well, and although I am a massive nerd I never really got into fandom in a big way.

Then this year, and the movie, happened. Then I started reading the book. Then I poked my nose into the tumblr fandom. Then I found the kinkmeme.

I don't really know at what point it was that my entire waking thought became omg Les Mis. I didn't mean to join tumblr. Or AO3. Or Dreamwidth.

I didn't mean to start writing fic.

Woops.

But heck. It's a lovely fandom. I have what you might call A Heart Full Of Love, yes indeed. Now to just overcome my tremendously shy nature and try to make some friends on here...
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