Yuletide
Stories that were written for me:
My Destiny's Anvils, a Scrubs story by
usomitai. JD and co have mini-golf, within the frame of Janitor reading JD's journal to Dr. Cox. Hilarious.
Women Are Wicked When They're Unwanted, a Dexter story by
trollprincess, proof that good prompts gets you great fic. I asked for ITK!Deb AU. She gave it to me. Yay! (She also bunnied in the 20,000 words kind of way and I am trying not to push her to hard to give in and write the long version!)
Other People's Dreams, a Dexter haiku by
odditycollector. A haiku! It's very reminscent of the books.
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Story I wrote:
A House In His Head, a CJ Cherryh - Cyteen fic for Jayest.
If you have never read Cyteen: it's a world in a multi-planet/station Union where they breed batches of babies in womb-tanks and teach them how to function with brainwashing tapes, because they need lots of people to fill up new colonies and fight in wars, and they don't have the original population to parent them all naturally. The natural born folks are citizens or CITs, and the subclass are called azi, because they're rated A-Z by intelligence. Alpha class azi are genius, in the 150+ range, and they can take in a lot of socialization and come close to complexity of psychology of a CIT, except in how they're programmed to love and obey their masters. Ahem.
I wrote a story about a canon gay CIT/azi pairing.
Have I mentioned that the whole CIT/azi thing is fucked up as hell?
This is what I had to say about the story when I wrote it. That all's still true.
I've been really enjoying the whole "omg you broke me" theme in the comments. Hi, join the club. They break me too.
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Recs: Forthcoming when I have read more than 3 letters of the alphabet. This holiday has been crazy. You can check del.icio.us if you want recs from me sooner than that.
My Destiny's Anvils, a Scrubs story by
Women Are Wicked When They're Unwanted, a Dexter story by
Other People's Dreams, a Dexter haiku by
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Story I wrote:
A House In His Head, a CJ Cherryh - Cyteen fic for Jayest.
If you have never read Cyteen: it's a world in a multi-planet/station Union where they breed batches of babies in womb-tanks and teach them how to function with brainwashing tapes, because they need lots of people to fill up new colonies and fight in wars, and they don't have the original population to parent them all naturally. The natural born folks are citizens or CITs, and the subclass are called azi, because they're rated A-Z by intelligence. Alpha class azi are genius, in the 150+ range, and they can take in a lot of socialization and come close to complexity of psychology of a CIT, except in how they're programmed to love and obey their masters. Ahem.
I wrote a story about a canon gay CIT/azi pairing.
Have I mentioned that the whole CIT/azi thing is fucked up as hell?
This is what I had to say about the story when I wrote it. That all's still true.
I've been really enjoying the whole "omg you broke me" theme in the comments. Hi, join the club. They break me too.
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Recs: Forthcoming when I have read more than 3 letters of the alphabet. This holiday has been crazy. You can check del.icio.us if you want recs from me sooner than that.

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And heeee at the Cyteen explanation (which I also thank you for), because I wonder, if Cherryh weren't American, would she have called them azeds?
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Azeds probably would have given me less trouble with the spellchecker, which thought azis should be nazis.
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My favorite bits:
He took masses of completely fundamental tape-structures, the macro-sets, CIT-service, trust in the operator, Supervisor loyalty, obey, obey, obey, all the things that made him azi, and stuffed them in a safe at the very end of the very long wall in the house that was his head [...]
Grant thought: I am a--I am like a born-man now. I do not have to do anything anyone tells me. I do not have to listen or behave. I can do anything I want.
Grant thought: What do I want to do?
Grant thought: I wonder what Justin's doing right now.
OMG you have no idea how deeply your tape-driven brain is truly driven, do you?
"I can't remember a time I didn't love you," Grant said quietly.
Because you were custom made for him like some made-to-order arm ordament -- pretty, likable, fits in Justin's life perfectly, and OMG LOVE JUSTIN LIKE WOAH.
I just... dude. Floored.
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OMG you have no idea how deeply your tape-driven brain is truly driven, do you?
Arguably we are all driven by our early formative experiences! Grant had his scripted though.
Because you were custom made for him like some made-to-order arm ornament -- pretty, likable, fits in Justin's life perfectly, and OMG LOVE JUSTIN LIKE WOAH.
That is such an awesome description. Azi: the ultimate arm ornament!