Here's the info on my story:
Title: Down the Valley of Elah
Summary: Scott has to rebuild his life on the ashes of his Phoenix possession, the death of the man that was his father in fact if not in blood and the shattering of most relationships he's ever had. Scott is acquitted of the crimes he committed under the influence of the Phoenix. AvX Consequences AU.
Here's an excerpt of the story. It's incredibly rough since I haven't had the change to edit and clean it up:
The apartment was all upper New York lush and plush. From the white: carpets, wrap around sectionals, to the minimalistic metal and glass that was supposed to be the height of fashion but felt cold and impersonal. So unlike the warm oak paneling of the mansion so many years ago. The afghans and throws and quilts thrown over the backs of well worn couches, foot of soft beds and the occasional chandeliers if any of them were feeling particularly creative.
It wasn’t the alien place to Scott. He had spent the greater part of his youth with a billionaire’s son, a chunk of his adult’s life in real alien home-worlds and then with Emma Frost as his lover. But it didn’t fit like a second skin or third skin. Always out of place in the landscape of who Scott Summers was and where he belonged.
It was a familiar feeling. Similar to the one he had after he regained his sight, when the mansion wasn’t just made out of a symphony of sounds and textures. The day he opened his eyes to red tints and dark shades, it was like Alice falling through the rabbit hole. This whole new world where nothing matched and everything was an askew vision of the images in his head.
So no, here in the very pinnacle of luxury that New York city had to offer, Scott Summers didn’t feel out of place so much as a man coming into sunlight after years underground. Blotches of black dancing in his eyes and everything too bright and dark by turns.
He stood at the threshold and couldn’t make himself take those first real steps into a new life. And that was it, wasn’t it? New life, new beginnings.
A new start.
Somehow unfair, really. How easily everything seemed to come and go. How often he was forced to pick up the pieces and start over again. To rebuild: the school, the dream, a mutant safe-haven, broken relationships, life. And shouldn’t there be a rule about that? A kind of limit to the times you got to watch your entire life burn down, of having to start all over again?
That would be a good number. A decent number. Instead of this never ending cycle he seemed to be trapped in. That futility of purpose that never reached its mark and always, always ended in failure. Like Sisyphus, cursed to roll a boulder up a hill over and over again. Knowing that no matter how close he came to the summit, he would never, ever reach it.
He stood there in arrested indecision, wondering, not for the first time, if he had it in him for another new start. Once more unto the breach. Somehow the thought left him feeling tired and older than his twenty seven years.
A heavy weight settled on his shoulders as he peered into the room. There was a crowd there. To celebrate. As if any of what had happened was cause for anything but a funerary progression. Scott certainly felt like something inside was decaying. The rot spreading inwards and outwards towards anyone and everyone that he came into contact with.
Why couldn’t you just have left it alone? He thought not for the first time at Matt Murdock, who stood to his left, like he had since day one. Matt, who was an Avenger on occasion and a vigilante always. Lawyer to the destitute and disenfranchised and thought that Scott was worthy of his time and effort. Scott wanted to hate him and some days he thought the man was every bit the demon he masquerade about.
Arkady Ostrovsky, The Invention of Russia: From Gorbachev to Putin: How things went wrong in Russia, with the failure of democratic reformers to put in a structure that could survive the transfer of power. Very few heroes here.
Hillary Clinton, What Happened: ( Cue gross sobbing )
Neil Strauss, Emergency: This Book Will Save Your Life: ( Read more... )
Richard V. Reeves, Dream Hoarders: How the American Upper Middle Class Is Leaving Everyone Else in the Dust, Why That Is a Problem, and What To Do About It: ( It me )
Brooke Erin Duffy, (Not) Getting Paid To Do What You Love: Gender, Social Media, and Aspirational Work: ( fans who want to be pros )
Jesse Eisinger, The Chickenshit Club: ( Read more... )
Brittney Cooper, Eloquent Rage: ( Embracing rage )
Cover Artist: akamine_chan
Fandom: Critical Role
Rating: General Audiences
I can't thank impossibletruths enough, both for this fic and giving me permission to record it. Critical Role has been a welcoming home to me, and Star Wars is the fandom of my heart, so this fic hit me right where I live. As well as the whole-story version, there are downloads of individual chapters, each with their own awesome cover, so please click through to the AO3 post to see them. Because of this, there are MANY links in the post. Please let me know if any are broken, just...please do it gently? I think the first thing to break was my brain...
MP3 (with music) [42.6 MB, 1:31:40] / MP3 (without music) [41.4 MB, 1:29:06]
Podbook (with music) [70.7 MB, 1:31:40] / Podbook (without music) [68.8 MB, 1:29:06]
Podfic Post: AO3
Cover Artist: thegreatpumpkin (brazenbells)
Fandom: The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
Ship: Elwing/Eärendil, Elwing-centric
Warnings: Pretty much everyone in this story has been dead at some point, though they're, uh, better. Still dealing with their mostly violent deaths, though.
Reader's Notes: Best listened to with headphones. Music is the Introduction and Act 4 Finale from Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. Thank you so so much to Anna_Wing and Kelsi for, respectively, permission to record and the beautiful, amazing cover art! Thank you also to the mods who pulled this off wonderfully <3
Summary: Amrod and Amras, reborn in Valinor, come to see Elwing.
MP3 [107 MB, 1:17:34]
Podbook [109.6 MB, 1:18:34]
Podfic Post: AO3 | Dreamwidth
Art Post: tumblr
Cover Artist: ookaookaooka
Fandom: Daredevil, The Defenders
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Reader's Notes: This fic comes with an apology to anyone Russian for Kraven's accent. Any resemblance to accents living or dead is entirely coincidental.
There are rumors that Daredevil’s a Shifter: a panther, an owl, a wolf. He knows too much, some people say. He’s uncanny. He’s a freak.
No one’s been able to prove it. Matt can count on the toes of one paw the people who know about him - well, those who are still alive, anyway. Even those few are more than he’s comfortable with. It’s not safe for people to know - not for him, not for any Shifter.
Never trust anyone who isn’t pack, Stick always said.
Matt has no pack.
Download links. For streaming, please see the AO3 post.
MP3 (with music) [57.2 MB, 2:04:08] / MP3 (without music) [56.2 MB, 2:02:01]
Podbook (with music) [95.5 MB, 2:04:08] / Podbook (with music) [93.9 MB, 2:02:01]
Podfic Post: AO3
Cover Artist: accrues
Fandom: Rivers of London
Ship: Peter Grant/Thomas Nightingale
Summary: It should have felt more awkward, maybe, standing this close to Nightingale in public, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes--but all I could feel was that same bone-deep relief I had when I’d heard the Jag approaching--I was still alive, somehow, and Nightingale was here. (Future-fic.)
MP3 [132MB, 1:55:12]
Podbook [159MB, 1:55:12]
Podfic Post: AO3
Aside from the Killing Curse, I doubt there is a more famous spell in the HP-Verse than Harry's signature move, Expelliarmus. Besides, you can always look them up in the books, on Pottermore, or even online in places like the Harry Potter Lexicon.
So why are you spelling it "Expelleramus"? Or use "Incarceratous" instead of Incarcerous, to give just two examples?
Granted, JKR's spells were bastardized Latin at best, liberally mixed with English words that in themselves are rooted in terms which entered the language after 1066 through Norman French; she presumably did that so the meaning of her made-up spells was fairly obvious with minimal effort. But at least she used the correct spelling!
Why the HELL can't you?!?