greenygal

So, what with the Trickster and the Pied Piper having their own handcuff-laden subplot in COUNTDOWN, a number of people seem to have become interested in the characters. This pleases me enormously, as I've always loved them both--I realized the other day that they were having a conversation in the first issue of FLASH I ever read. I think I may have imprinted or something. Consequently, fellow obsessive fan blinkytreefrog and I have created piper_trickster, for all your reformed Rogue needs! (Er. Possibly reformed? Sort of reformed? Something like that.) And we're starting it off by posting our co-written seven-part genfic, "Heat." (No, honestly, genfic. For that matter there aren't even any handcuffs in it. There's quite a lot of angst, though.) Part 1 is here.

This is the first real writing I've done in...a long time, really. And I'm quite pleased with it. But I really want to take the opportunity to say nice things about blinkytreefrog, who is a terrific writer, and had the idea to begin with, and did all the research, and who encouraged me and put up with my shameful procrastinating ways when what she actually should have been doing was smacking me on the head. Seriously, she's amazing. Thanks also go to caia_comica, thekeet and Blinky's friend S. for looking the fic over and providing beta. Thanks, guys.

In other comics news, I had very serious issues with the ending of BLACK CANARY #4, which was upsetting because it had been so good for a while. Other than that, though, I've been pretty happy with the last few weeks of comics. Comments may follow. Or not.

Yeah, so caia_comica and I were talking about the sometimes complicated relationship of Hal Jordan and his Silver Age sidekick Tom Kalmaku. And I committed ficlet.

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Tegra Kalmaku knows that her husband loves her. He shows it constantly--in the warm, sleepy smiles he gives her over the breakfast table, the way he runs his fingers through her ruthlessly plain hair, the hours he works to give her all the things he thinks she ought to have. He cares for her as much, as deeply, as she does for him; there's never been a moment when he's made her believe otherwise.

But when she sees him with his friend, his pilot, his hero--it's hard. Hard watching the shining light in his face, the way his every look and movement is oriented towards the other man. She'll quietly absent herself from the room, with only the barest of acknowledgments from her distracted husband. She has no part in what's between them.

Tegra knows her husband loves her. But she knows, too, who it is he worships.

Too tired to be rational. Am writing instead.

( Because I remember )

Another one inspired by Darklady's challenge. Less with the silly, this time.

( Nature of the Beast )