Arctic Light

Seen on Tumblr:



"Fic that appears to be an AU where the characters have a little low stakes meet cute and are having a sweet little romance, only for it to be revealed that no, this is in-universe and they both have amnesia and all the other characters are trying to find them and are losing their fucking shit."

I think that I actually, unironically want this for Biggles. Imagine that they temporarily lose their leader and then he turns up running a flower shop with their worst enemy ...

(I think for MASH this scenario would just be too tragic to bear, however.)

Which anyone is welcome to save and use.



Holiday Airdrop on AO3. Signups close Nov. 15!

(I really should've posted places earlier, but the week fell on my head ...)

I posted to Fandom Calendar and a rebloggable Tumblr post.

I have also been experiencing GREAT JOY in ysande's post on Biggles Buries a Hatchet (first half of book).

I got some new comments on Navy Cross, the Agent Carter story I wrote back in 2016 in which Jack is exposed to lethal doses of radiation (contains no actual character death, due to handwavy MCU science), and I reread it and really enjoyed it. I genuinely think I did some of my best writing in that fandom. (Also, now that I've experienced a major health crisis, I think it's kind of hilarious how I nailed my own emotional reactions to it almost exactly in that story - I don't think there's anything I would write differently now.)

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sheron reminded me that Biggles, even in middle age, is canonically a bit of a hottie. From Biggles Goes Alone:

Her name was Vera Harrington. A vivacious brunette with a ready smile, quick-witted, always well dressed and neatly groomed, she was undeniably attractive, so it was easy to understand why Paul was obviously more than a little interested in her. According to Gower she had for a time worked in London as a model, but having decided she preferred a country life she had returned to her mother, who had a house in the village and at that time was still alive. Biggles knew her well by sight, but had never spoken to her, Paul having pointedly declined to make the introduction.

He's the guy you don't introduce your girl to. XD

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It's been a bit of an animal-lite summer so far, but as well as the moose, I heard a pair of boreal owls calling while I was out walking around yesterday evening (or maybe 1 owl, or 12 owls, it was sort of hard to tell because the call was deceptive and seemed to be coming from all over). I've occasionally heard them very far away - it's a unique call that sounds absolutely nothing like an owl, a yodeling sound (Orion said he thinks they sound like Muppets XD) - but this was by far the closest I've ever heard them. I spent some time trying to see if I could see them, because apparently they're rarely seen; they're a small, shy, nocturnal owl, and it would be really neat to see one. Alas, wherever it/they were, it wasn't close enough to see. But that was neat! Boreal owls use woodpecker holes for nests, and we've had a ton of those around lately due to the leaf-miner-related aspen die-off, so it makes sense that a pair might be nesting around here.

I saw and heard great horned owls quite a bit early in the spring, so evidently it's a good owl year.

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I decided to sign up for a field sketching class in July. This is kind of a gamble, because I'm having to go out of town a lot for family stuff right now (aging parents and health/life/etc issues, nothing really bad, but they need me around a lot more than they used to). I have decided to cross my fingers and gamble that I can get two uninterupted weeks in the middle of July. TBH I think they'll be willing to work with me on this, because they know they've been imposing on me a bit lately.

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That being said, though, my trips out of town this spring have really helped a lot with the burnout that crashed down on me like a ton of bricks in the middle of winter, and I'm writing much more easily. I'm really looking forward to reveals for both fluffityfluffexchange and hurtcomfortex, I'm also signed up for justmarriedexchange and summerofhorrorexchange. Fingers crossed this isn't too much, but so far it hasn't been, and it's nice to be back in the exchange ecosystem again.

I started rereading Biggles Takes a Hand this week and I suppose everyone will be shocked, SHOCKED if I decide to ramble on about the lunch scene under the cut.

( 'It isn’t often I get a letter here' )

Just a reminder that Smut4Biggles is still going on, with lots of available prompts (new prompts also happily accepted!) and an updated list of fills.

I plan on trying to fill a couple more prompts over the weekend, but there are no particular intentions to close the fest anytime soon; it can stay open as long as there's interest.

(Also, a Cuddles4Biggles fest has been discussed and I've already offered to run it ...)

So after I wrote my time loop ficlet for Febuwhump, philomytha wrote another loop in the same set of loops in which things do not go At All Well (character death warning) and then rosanicus added another time loop (different looping this time) in which Erich is fraying a bit under the stress. I can only say that I approve of this trend and may be having more time loop thoughts now.

I got tagged for this on Tumblr, but I figured I'd do it over here, in part because maybe talking about it in a place where I'm more likely to be able to find this post again will be more likely to make me finish things. Also, I wanted to post more on DW this month anyway.

( What am I working on ...? )

Encouragement and votes for what I should try to finish first are cheerfully accepted!

(I also have non-Biggles WIPs, but let's face it, these are the ones on the front burner right now.)

I never really noticed this before, and it's interesting to me. This is Bertie and Ginger talking about newly arrived reinforcements:

‘Don’t tell me they are pals of von Stalhein,’ said Bertie, in a startled voice.

‘They’re more likely to be pals of Zorotov.’

‘D’you know, old boy, I believe you’re right,’ returned Bertie slowly.

I think it's interesting that even Biggles's friends (at least some of the time) draw a distinction between Erich and the people he's working with.

I honestly think that of all the fic I posted last year, the very last one - the New Year's one - might be one of my favorites of the year, because somehow EvS standing in the rain like a wet Dickens orphan and watching Biggles's team celebrate through the window is peak late-in-series EvS. (Of course it wouldn't be any fun if he didn't get to come inside.)

The current prompt at fan_flashworks (old school flashfic-and-other-media prompt comm; new prompts every ten days) is "Looking Back", and I am direly tempted to write something Biggles for it. But there is also Holiday Airdrop ...

Amperslash - the exchange for ambiguous "is it a & or a /" relationships - revealed today! There are a delightful 11 Biggles fics in the collection, and my gift is a delight.

By the Fireside - 8K of teamy, warm, Biggles/EvS-ish post-Buries a Hatchet sickfic and recovery h/c with Biggles being wonderfully himself (i.e. determined to do the right thing, if he can just figure out what that is) and EvS being adorably baffled at anyone being nice to him at all, let alone burying him in fluffy duvets and pillows and giving him tea and soup. This is a fluffy warm blanket of a fic and I enjoyed it utterly.

(I haven't even got through the FIAB collection yet! Truly we are enjoying an embarrassment of ficcish riches this holiday season.)