elesteria

When I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun
Where the sun would set, trees were dead and the rivers were none


Hi, I'm not sure how you've come to be here, but welcome. I'm Rene, the proud owner of this small journal. This journal is semi-public. My icon, fanfiction and rec entries are open to the public, but I try to keep everything else private. My real life is something that I try to avoid bring to my fannish activities. Yes, I talk about work, school and friends, but names are not mentioned, locations avoided and so on. I'm naturally a lurker, so privacy is something that I am fond of. If you're interested in getting to know me, drop a note and I'll add you as a friend. If you want to talk with me more, you can send me a private message asking. I'm forever on gmail and other such messengers.

If I haven't scared you off yet, you can find me at a number of other places.

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And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place
But there was no sound, there was only me and my disgrace

It seems appropriate to put together a list of everything that I have written, all of my icon posts and maybe even all of the projects that I am currently working on. This seems like a good idea, so I'm going to put everything down here.

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Title: Aftermath
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Pairing: Altaïr/Malik
Rating: General
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 700
Summary: The first time Malik returns to their bed after the accident that caused him to lose his arm. AU.
Author Note: One of the scenes from an AU that Intempestivus and I have been developing. Well, one of the scenes from an AU, that has already become somewhat obsolete, possibly.

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I signed up for the AO3 Auction with the gentle push of a few friends. I've been in a really good place with my writing this past month, that the thought of signing up didn't uterly terrify me. So, I gave in and decided to throw my name into the alread amazing Author List.

For all those interested, my page is here. I'm offering for a few fandoms, but really, I will write for any fandom that I've been involved in in the past. I'm looking forward to the upcoming weeks and seeing what I end up being prompted with. It will be interesting to see.

Title: Playing At Chase
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Pairing: Altaïr/Malik
Rating: General
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Dumb Journeyman shenanigans.
Author Note: What am I even doing anymore? I have no idea.

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Title: It's Gonna Haunt You So
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Pairing: Altaïr/Malik
Rating: General
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1065
Summary: Altaïr interrupts Malik from his work, but for the two of them, it's never as simple as that. There's always something itching under the surface, ready to turn into a battle of wills.
Author Note: Titled taken from Marion Harris' 'After You've Gone', which I listened to on repeat while writing this, because there is nothing quite like listening to a song that sounds like it's being played straight from a record player. Once again, still practicing with these characters, so this is just more character interactions.

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Title: A Little Faith
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Pairing: Altaïr/Malik, vague
Rating: General
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1050
Summary: Leaving him with a newborn, doesn't seem like an ideal option to Malik, but Altaïr has to disagree with him on that thought.
Author Note: Huh, well writing this was a bit of a surprise. I'm still working on getting back into the groove of writing, as I'm still rusty from how I'm used to writing or how my words come out, but I'm getting there. As for this? I really have no idea.

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I am sitting on a thousand words right now, three separate ideas to write and too many feelings. I've been jumping around fandoms for the last year, as most anyone who has seen the way I tweet or blog can tell you. It's been a mess, in all honesty. The longest I ventured into a new fandom, was about three weeks. I revisited old fandoms, fell in love with new ones and basically tried to find something that spoke to me. It's been hard, because nothing has held my attention like Inception did, nor Resident Evil for that matter. Those were fandoms that I fell head over heels for, ones that I could write and write for. I've been trying to find that spark again and judging by the amount I have started writing, I've found it.

I can firmly blame it all on intemptesta, as I blame everything on her. Assassin's Creed. Seriously not a fandom I thought I would ever want to get involved in. I've always enjoyed it from afar, in passing. I never expected Malik and Altaïr to take over my heart and then beat me over the head until all I could think about was them. They're just so grumpy and they're such shits. I can't even, just, ugh, I want to write all their adventures and their banter and them being sarcastic dick bags to each other.

So, that's my news, that's an update on my fandom life. I'm super excited about it all!

Title: Giving In
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Pairing: Altaïr/Malik
Rating: General
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 616 (sob, so short)
Summary: They've spent their lives in a constant state of flux and they've somehow ended up here. And Malik can't ignore the hand on his throat, the way the fingers splay over the skin, like they belong there.
Author Note: This is admittedly short, it's not my usual length, but as with learning new characters, I've given myself the freedom to practice. I'm looking forward to writing these two and maybe, I'll do them justice. I honestly hate writing stories that have no length to them, but, considering the year long writer's block I had been dealing with, I've decided short pieces are better than nothing at all.

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After almost a year long writers block, I've finally started writing in my notebook again. It's been forever since I've written so freely, since I've been able to write more than a few hundred words a day. Even the last two stories I managed to write were such a struggle that I ended up hating them for how hard they were to get out. I think it had something to do with the extreme bout of sadness I was dealing with. It all started with the two cancer scares I had, but once those were sorted, it never went away. I spent a lot of time frustrated with myself, annoyed that I couldn't get over whatever was wrong with me. It's all finally fading, and with that, writing is coming back. I'm glad, it's been so long since I've woken up happy and now I'm spending days waking up, just smiling.

I've also been struck by some fandom nostalgia these past few weeks as well. I've dived back into Die Hard and The Walking Dead. Jumping in to them again, I realized how much I hated The Walking Dead fandom. I'm one of the few who loves things that are very very unpopular in the fandom and it's led to me being attacked for my opinions. It's a fandom that I will not be actively participating in, but will be keeping to my twitter feed and reading those few fics that don't use epithets such as 'the korean', 'the redneck', or 'the chinaman' profusely. With the addition of my old fandoms, I fell further in love with Inception again. I missed my boys and that's what I'm writing, my Inception WIPs.

I'll round this all up with some current reads I just finished reading, or rereading for the tenth time in some cases.

The Walking Dead

A Long, Hard Road, by melfice: The bite marks on Glenn's shoulder are not from a walker. The instability in Daryl's life is not from the end of the world. Daryl Dixon/Glenn Rhee Take note of the warnings and authors note. This story is amazing though and beautiful.

Sometimes (I Think I Can Dream), by dana_norram: Everybody wants to have somebody come back for them. Daryl Dixon/Glenn Rhee

This Kiss, by Severina: “Oh for fucks sake,” Daryl grunted. He raised Glenn’s hand to his mouth, brushed his lips quickly against the wound. “There. Fuckin’ baby.”

Eight Limbs But Not Slimy, by The_Readers_Muse: "To be honest he wasn't exactly sure how to handle this. He wasn't the stick around and cuddle type. He mostly worked off the strategy of wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. Because honestly, he just wasn't the type of man that good ol-fashioned southern girls took home to meet their folks."


Die Hard (Live Free or Die Hard)

Situation Normal (All Fucked Up), by Severina: Most diseases kill people. This one... alters them. John McClane/Matt Farrell Apocalypse AU

It's All Fun And Games Until..., by Severina: After the fire sale, John and Matt promise to stay in touch -- a promise that neither man keeps, even though memories of each other are keeping them up nights. But when Matt witnesses a violent crime, his safest option is to stay with McClane until the perpetrator is caught. This could be great for both of them... or it could be another of John McClane's Very Bad Ideas. John McClane/Matt Farrell

The One Where Matt Farrell Is Most Certainly Not Sleeping With John McClane (not even a little), by lunabee34:“Life is not a wet dream, Frederick. It’s not even a B movie. Guys like McClane don’t fuck guys like me. Ever.” John McClane/Matt Farrell

Coming Home, by lunabee34: Matt's not that guy. He's really not, no matter what McClane said. Staying alive is a very special motivator, and saving McClane, saving Lucy—that was just another kind of saving his own ass. So how he ends up here on the floor of Citibank watching his blood sink into the carpet, Matt doesn't exactly know. John McClane/Matt Farrell

Partners, by Severina: "Yeah," John says slowly, "I still got that hacker punk living with me." John McClane/Matt Farrell

Ain't No Sunshine, by persnickett: “Why is it always fucking raining?”

“So I can ask you what you’re doing here,” Matt pants, “standing outside my building in the rain with me, like some bad romantic comedy.” John McClane/Matt Farrell

Title: From Cabinet 6, Drawer 3
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1857
Summary: There is a house in London. There is nothing special about this house, nothing that would make it stand out to the passing eye. It's deceptive, easily hiding away the memories of the lives of two international criminals. There's a house in London, but maybe it's not just a house. Maybe it's a home too.
Author Note: A prompt fill for this prompt. It was written in an experimental writing style, as is everything I write here. It was an experiment and one that reminded me how much I missed writing.

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Title: Villains Don't Have Happy Endings
Fandom: BBC's Sherlock
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Minor character death, suicide,
Word Count: 5029
Summary: Jim never did see it coming, but that was the point, wasn't it? They would play their games, watching the tension build until they gave it one last parting kiss and watched it shatter apart. That was the fun; the tense, trembling moment before the climax.
Author Note: For the Sherlock Reverse Bang picture by creepylicious Thank-you to my beta angelichomicde and to my stunning friend Intempestivus, who held my hand and kept telling me that I could do this. This story is something that was highly inspired by limbo, a place near and dear to my heart that comes out in everything I write apparently. I'm not one for linear plots, or standard ideas. I generally go for what you're about to read, a bunch of scenes thrown together, hopefully making sense in the end. This is all that I have to offer and I hope that it's worthy of the art I wrote for.

Sometimes you get a story that wants to be told, but it fights you the entire time. This story did exactly that. It was a struggle to get anything past the first scene out. I spent months writing, scrapping and then rewriting again. It was an endless loop of frustration, but coming into the last moments of the SRBB, I knew that I didn't want to let myself down again. So I wrote and I wrote. This story is not my favourite piece and I doubt it will ever earn a place in my heart. What it is, is me showing myself that I can do this, that I can ignore my writers block and struggle under the words that give me such a hard time. I can accomplish something and that's something even better than love.

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Finally saw Avengers on Saturday. I've been trying to figure out how I feel about this movie past the initial 'OH MY GOD I HAVE SO MANY LOKI FEELINGS AND I SHIP EVERYTHING AND HOW IS THIS MOVIE REAL!' I'm not yet past that stage. I think I'll know when I move past it when someone can ask me if I liked it and I don't gush, keen, clap, giggle and generally freak out for an endless amount of time.

So, general feels under the cut, as well as stories I'm working on and other such things.


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Basically my motto for this movie: SHIP EVERYTHING.

Title: Assorted Drabbles
Fandom: Thor
Rating: PG
Warning(s): There is mpreg in the second to last drabble
Word Count: 2500
Summary: Assorted drabbles from periods of Thor and Loki's lives
Author Note: There is a single person that I can blame this on. Intempestivus as the internet knows her, or my lovely inspiring fannish friend, is the cause of it all. I don't normally like to talk to people, but I'm constantly texting her and harassing her and she actually doesn't seem to mind. We spend a lot of time fangirling about Loki and his relationship with everyone in his life and that results in me drabbling at her and her drawing at me. It's a relationship wrought with lots of can'ting, flailing, mutual complimenting and key board smashing.

Most of these are at prompts or head canon’s she mentioned, so some are light and fun, while others are a bit darker.


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Alright, because I’m spewing all of my fannish behaviour onto my journal and actually posting entries, I thought ‘OH MY GOD LETS SHARE MY DARK KNIGHT RISES FEELINGS WITH EVERYONE SCREEAAAAMMM’.

Because that’s the way my thought process works, let’s get this shit started!




What are his arms even? Look at the way he catches himself, at the way his muscles strain under the skin and he does it with such masculine grace! That is the beast that we have come to know as Tom Hardy, the man who can take on a role and do it with such precision. He’s a powerful looking character, someone who moves with such ease, who becomes someone else entirely the instant he takes on a new character. He is one of those actors who transforms, becomes a new being and stuns.

Fucking hell Tom Hardy, you make me wonder how I’m going to make it through the entire movie without bursting into helpless sobs at all your perfection.


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