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Welcome to my journal! Below you will find my fiction, if that's what you're looking for. If you would like to subscribe, you're more than welcome to. I may or may not return the favor, depending on how busy my life is. (At present: very.)

If you just want to read about my life and my knitting, may I point to my main blog, Ripping Back? I post there at least once a week, on Fridays.

If you would like access to my locked posts, step one is to send me a PM telling me who you are and why we should be friends. (An essay isn't required, just a couple of lines giving me the basic details.)

Repo Fic )
Other Fandoms )

All stories listed above are copyright their respective copyright holders (Lionsgate/Twisted Pictures, Marvel, Square/Enix etc.) and are under a Creative Commons Derivative Attribution Non-Commercial Share Alike license. That means I don't make any money, you don't make any money, only the creators make the money.
ambersweet: (Chase: Magic Works)
[personal profile] alexseanchai is doing a one-card draw where you can ask for a reading or leave a five-word prompt and get a STORY.

Check it out.

Reveal Day!

Jan. 1st, 2013 03:18 pm
ambersweet: A blonde child in a labyrinth of books (lost in the Library)
I got the best possible Yuletide assignment. When [personal profile] finch showed me his request, I immediately knew that I wanted to write something for him. Of course, I requested the appropriate fandoms, but I never expected to actually get matched with him.


What he wanted was a Wrinkle in Time fix about adults adulting, and what I wrote was Dear Alex, an epistolary story about the Murry parents.

I got numerous recs, some very thoughtful comments, and a very happy recipient/husband.
ambersweet: We have no choice but to ROCK OPERATE. (ROCK OPERATE)
Several things, really, including three sweaters' worth of yarn. But the most important?

A husband.

Best New Year's Eve ever.
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Dear Yuletide Author,

If you were matched with me... we should already be friends! Why aren't we friends? (Or maybe we are and you're just awesome at keeping secrets.)

So this year's theme (I never set out to have a theme, but it tends to kind of happen) is ALIVE AND TOGETHER.

ambersweet: (Chase: Magic Works)
I grabbed one, because it seemed like fun.

I'm open for suggestions/recommendations/requests.

Fabric Cliché for a reason Beach Telescope Protect
Compliments Glitter / Sparkle Rain / Storm Gardening Speed dating
Deciding to have / not have children Body / body part – love / worship WILD CARD Saving a life Dirty / Messy
Roasting marshmallows Confidence Fight Four seasons (one or all) Alcoholic beverage
Toys Tent Sore throat Poetry Glowing with happiness

Some stuff.

Jun. 9th, 2012 03:34 pm
ambersweet: (Prince of the Goblins)
- My internet is intermittent atm, which means I can read stuff but my commenting is going to be very limited. It takes dedication to leave comments or respond to emails on my phone. (I'm also very bad at leaving comments anyway.)

- If I owe you a tarot reading, please leave me a comment or a PM? I think I've gotten to everybody, and if I missed you, I massively apologize.

- That said, I'm playing around with developing a version of Kaldera's Soul Map using tarot cards rather than runes. If you're interested in becoming a guinea pig, drop me a line. Donations are very welcome but not required.

- Still don't have a job. Best place to keep up with my real life is still my blog, where I post at least once a week.

Yeah, I think that's everything.


May. 1st, 2012 11:48 pm
ambersweet: I'm killing you in my novel. (killing you)
No, I am not doing Story A Day. I hate challenges and I always fail at them anyway. Not committing to anything.

It's PURELY COINCIDENCE that there is a new story from me up in [community profile] commonplace and that it happens to be the first of May.


Really, guys, come on.
ambersweet: Squall hides in a box. (Squall in a box)

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ambersweet: We have no choice but to ROCK OPERATE. (ROCK OPERATE)
... I prefer [personal profile] sam_storyteller.

Tony Stark/Loki, Avengers movieverse, relevant to my interests, also worth reading. GO NOW.

You're welcome.
ambersweet: Go ahead! Panic! Do it now and avoid the June rush! (Go ahead! Panic!)
As some of you may have already heard, last week my car decided it was going to finally turn the niggling little problem that we hadn't been able to nail down into a serious major issue that had to be fixed immediately. Of course, none of it was covered by the limited warranty, and repairing it involved a part that cost $500 all by itself and a complete tune-up, plus considerable labor to identify the problem in the first place, plus five days with a rental car since the aforementioned problem took three days to diagnose and the part had to be shipped from Los Angeles, and there was a weekend in there. When I have a problem, it's got to be a really weird one, of course. And not cheap.

So, hoping to raise a little bit to help ease the sting of this massive expense, I'm breaking out the Tarot cards.

- One-card draw is free.

- $5 for three cards.

- $10 for a seven-card full reading.

Everyone who donates $10 or more will be entered into a drawing. The winner will receive a hand-knit hat made by yours truly.

Feel free to signal boost, etc.

ETA: I am happy to provide answers via PM, or I can do live readings via AIM. (I'm zydratestarling.)

ETA the Second: I've had a lot of responses to this! THANK YOU SO MUCH. I'm working my way down the list, and I will get to everyone. If you have a specific question you would like a reading about, please send it via PM or email. Thank you!

ambersweet: We have no choice but to ROCK OPERATE. (ROCK OPERATE)
So a ridiculously talented friend of mine with whom I am fortunate enough to RP is having some financial troubles. However! She is (as previously mentioned) ridiculously talented, and she is offering those talents to five lucky people in the form of commissions. So, if you have an OC that you've always wanted drawn, and a little bit of money that you're not sure what to do with, take yourself here and commission her.
ambersweet: Go ahead! Panic! Do it now and avoid the June rush! (Go ahead! Panic!)
Look at me, all not being dead and stuff!

I have just completed working TEN DAYS IN A ROW, which seems like it should be a violation of some kind of law, but is not because of the way corporations get to define the start and end of a week. So, yeah, eighty hours, no overtime. FAIL.

Because of that, and because my job is a soul-sucking thing that leaves me not wanting to talk to ANYONE EVER at the end of the day, I have spent very little time actually interacting with the internets, and indeed have considered taking a break from reading my dreamwidth at all, because mostly it makes me stressed out.

So consider this an apology for my lack of communication with the world at large.

If there's anything you think I really need to know, please leave me a comment which I will then not respond to or send me a PM which I probably won't respond to either. Or send me a text which I will probably ignore. Except that now I get TWO WHOLE DAYS off that I will probably not spend online.

Really, if you want a response from me... you're better off messaging [personal profile] finch.

Sorry, guys.

Happy Thanksgiving, anyway.


Oct. 26th, 2011 01:39 am
ambersweet: Go ahead! Panic! Do it now and avoid the June rush! (Go ahead! Panic!)
The landlord shut off the Internet again, which means we only have access if we leave the house before work in the morning, and with our phones. My patience with typing much on the phone is limited, so I apologize to people I owe a comment, a PM, or a reading to. I'll get to you as soon as I can.
ambersweet: We have no choice but to ROCK OPERATE. (ROCK OPERATE)
So I'm wandering around my network, right, and ONE OF YOU is part of a community called [community profile] fic_promptly. I'm looking at you. Yes, you. This is your fault.


Anyway, so the challenge is Dialogue/No Dialogue, where the prompt is a line of dialogue but the fill shouldn't have any dialogue. Does that make sense? It's midnight, idk. You can look at it here.

So somebody prompted, Marvel Comics, Tony Stark/Any, "Come fly with me."


Pepper. Tony. 159 words.

He'd invited her to fly with him dozens of times by this point, until it almost had become a running joke that she wouldn't. It wasn't that she was frightened, so much, as she thought that being completely at Tony's mercy more than five feet off the ground sounded like a terrible idea. Too many variables. What if he dropped her, or crushed her, or... no. She didn't trust him enough, and she trusted Iron Man even less. Plus there was that guy she'd dated in college who'd dissected how many different ways the Superman-flying-with-Lois-Lane scene in the original movie wouldn't work.

No, there would be no flying anywhere with Tony Stark, or Iron Man, drunk or sober.

Which, of course, explained why she was wrapped in his arms half a mile up and seriously wishing she'd worn a heavier coat.

It was Tony, after all, and she'd never been any good at telling him no for very long.



Steve. Tony. Technically it's cheating because all I know is the movie. IDEK REALLY PEOPLE. 228 VERY SNEAKY WORDS.

He tilted his head and smirked, and Steve thought about fondue, and was every Stark this complicated? Tony must've inherited it from his father, along with the company - this merry, mercurial streak that Steve couldn't quite put his finger on. Maybe flying was a metaphor for something else. It seemed to Steve that everything was a metaphor for something else, an eternal game of that's what she said, whatever that even meant. Half the time he felt two steps behind, but when Tony Stark walked into the room, it was closer to a dozen. Tony wanted Steve to fly with him, and Steve couldn't fly, which meant... what, exactly? Not the way he'd flown with the senior Stark, a rattletrap plane on a one-way mission to hell. No, not that at all. He meant - with him, pressed against Iron Man's side, breathing air like icicles in his lungs, but so damned good anyway, and he could barely think, this high up, this close to Tony. He didn't know what to think about that, either; he didn't even quite understand it. Another complication in a complicated world. Maybe it was his eyes. Tony had his mother's eyes, dark and alluring, wide and wicked and full of an invitation that Steve wanted to answer even if he didn't know how. Even if he didn't know what it meant.


ambersweet: Kadaj smiles because he has no idea what's going on. (Kadaj has no idea.)
[personal profile] finch found this while cleaning last night. I'm not entirely sure what inspired this essay, beyond the likelihood I was trying to understand the Marxist philosophy of language. I fail to grasp the "universal theory of everything" school of thought, because, really, humans are more subtle than that? But, you know, whatever gets your paper written. Also, lingustics are not really my bag, and the only reason I survived the class was because the teacher was super-passionate about his topic. I prefer language all stitched together into paragraphs and essays and novels, not dissected into phonemes and so on.

So, here you are: the Marxist philosophy of language, as explained by Keanu Reeves and written by me in red felt pen.

Dude, every idea means something, right? It's, like, totally a sign. And signs are all, like, "Whoa, stop!" or "Do not enter, dude!"

Then there's stuff. And stuff, it doesn't have a meaning, right? Except some dudes could totally turn a picture of some stuff into a new sign. So, like, a picture of Redondo Beach could totally mean, "Surf's up!" But Redondo wouldn't mean that; it'd still be just a beach.

But, dude, when you make stuff up, it totally means something! But, like, stuff doesn't really come out of your head all shiny and new. It totally comes from everything around you, like new episodes of CSI and going to the mall, and chilling with the dudes. But there's not really a place in your head at all. You only think stuff once you've been hanging out with people long enough.

Some dudes think that thoughts come from this fuzzy spot in your brain, but those dudes are totally whacked. You can't think of stuff without your dudes around. If you hang around with the same dudes long enough, it's like you kinda got your own language. You can be all, "Dude!" and your bud'll be like, "Dude!" and you can be, like, "Whoa." And you totally know what he means.

But you know what's totally the shit when it comes to meaning shit? Words. Yeah, dude, words totally can mean anything you want them to. Words aren't like pictures, but you totally can't talk about things without words.

And that's way cool.
ambersweet: Go ahead! Panic! Do it now and avoid the June rush! (Go ahead! Panic!)
I'm in this halfway point where some stuff is packed, other stuff can't be packed, yet and even more stuff is going to be sold or donated or otherwise gotten rid of. My house is in total chaos, and it's driving me nuts. I'm a fairly tidy person, and having everything piled up haphazardly is just frustrating.

[personal profile] finch hasn't heard about the job yet and we're still looking for a place to live, and for that I blame Mercury Retrograde. Fortunately it ends RIGHT before we're scheduled to leave, so I'm sure all that will come through at the last minute, but THE SOONER THE BETTER, PLEASE.

On top of everything else, one of the tires decided that now was an EXCELLENT time to delaminate and go flat, so we had a surprise $215 expense for new tires. This is following the surprise new battery we had to buy last month; this has not been a good summer for my car. (Apparently my car is weirdly configured in every possible area, and every single replacement part I've had to buy has been unnecessarily expensive. This, of course, includes the tires.)

It's summer, which doesn't exactly make you think of handknits, and I already have several knitting commissions in process, so I don't want to take any more (unless you're willing to be REALLY patient or you want something I can make in a day or two), but I'd like to do some fundraising if possible.

So here are some things I can do:

- Tarot readings
- Reiki healings (I am a Third Class Master/Teacher; I can also do attunements if you're local/between me and Portland/within reasonable distance of Portland)
- Writing (Mostly non-fiction. My blog is here and you could sponsor an essay! I can talk at length about feminism, social justice, literature, queer issues, domestic violence, and general geeky topics. I don't want to promise fic because it's been sort of erratic, but if you've got something you want to try, you can drop me a line and I'll see if I get inspired.)
- Proofreading/editing/smoothing of sentences (I have a degree in it!)
- Offer suggestions or recommendations on how to get started knitting, spinning (spindle or wheel), and weaving. I mostly knit small things, such as socks and fingerless gloves, so I can't offer many suggestions about sweaters, but if you're starting to knit in the round or you're a beginning knitter, I'm your girl. I can also make good suggestions for beginner books, podcasts I enjoy, and videos I think are valuable.
- Offer relationship advice. I'm not a professional, but I'm good at it.

Would anybody be interested?
ambersweet: Plushie Hello Kitty buckled into the car. (On the go!)
My ex was a huge BPAL fiend. Huge. Now, I really like BPAL too, but not nearly to the degree that she did. But I had a good-sized collection of imps, as you do, all living cozily in a drawer in my armoire. My armoire which I had to clean out, because we sold it. You see where this is going, right?

I can't look at this pile of imps without thinking about her, which means I am never going to use any of them. I can't even put on my favorite BPAL scent, which I have a bottle of, without getting upset. I considered throwing them out, but it seems like a tremendous waste, so I have determined to find them new homes, and you folks get first crack, because I love you all.

Imps, for those of you who are not BPAL-savvy, are 1/32 ounce - tester size, but you use a small enough amount that, if you wore it every day, an imp would last between 4-6 weeks. It's certainly enough to determine whether you want the full-sized bottle, and they're fantastic if you aren't the type who wants to wear the same perfume every day.

(I am also the type of girl who has a signature scent, which means that most of these imps are completely unused, and many of them have never even been opened to be sniffed.)

List of available scents, prices, etc. )

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