things about which I might actually be enthusiastic

Character Headcanon Meme

I did:

• Kara Thrace (BSG)
• Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
• Dawn Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
• Maria Hill (MCU)
• Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)
• Mako Mori(Pacific Rim)

That was kind of fun.

I'm trying to finish off the next story in the Meeting Halfway series (30 Days of OTP, for Maria/Steve, which I started 8 years ago and haven't yet finished).

I'm also trying to get the next chapter up for the MCU/Psy-Changeling universe up. The scene keeps ballooning out.

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Have a snippet from the original fic I've been trying to write the last six months. I've been stuck at this segment about halfway through for, oh, around three of those six months.

"What's a callback?"

Green-flecked eyes stared at him like she'd forgotten he was even there. "It's a spell to 'remember' where everything was at a certain point in the past, in a location where magic was recently performed."

"Capturing the echo of the magic performed and how it affected the area." Cal knew the type of spell she was talking about - in Fae it was better known as 'magical memory'. "What's involved in casting a callback spell?"

"For the basic callback in the kit? The ability to cast a spell. Are you offering?"

"Yes." He held up a hand as she stood. "But only after you finish your dinner."

"The longer we wait, the less residue there'll be for performing the callback!"

"There'll be enough." He pointed at the bowl on her desk. "Eat. The faster you eat, the faster we'll get moving."

This time the look she gave him was grumpy, but she ate her meal and ten minutes later, they were walking through doors labelled Security with an additional sign beneath it that indicated, personal glamours may not hold past this point.

"Does that happen very often? The collapse of a personal glamour?"

"More often than you'd think," she said as she walked past the empty security desk towards the closed door behind it, but waved at the clearly-mounted camera in the corner before swiping her card to unlock the door. "People use personal glamours for a lot more than deception."

"Vanity is the usual cause," said the woman who swivelled her chair around from the desk where she'd been working, and rolled it over to the table nearest the door. "And I don't mean the two people with vitiligo who use a glamour; I mean the ones whose glamours are pretty much cosmetic; freckles or nicer shaped eyebrows or an entire makeup routine. Hi, I'm Ani." Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she grinned at Cal. "You really are as pretty as they said you were."

Jenna snorted. "Box kit now, flirt later."

"Work, work, work, this one," Ani grouched, still smiling, but pushed a box across the table top. "You know the deal for a callback spell; you've seen it done often enough. Although who you're going to find to do a spell at this hour, I don't know..." She trailed off as Cal raised a hand.

"He's actually not bad at magic," Jenna said. "For a Fae."

"Well, you're not all bad for Low Fae," she laughed, sliding her arm around his waist and snuggling up to him. And he was young enough and needy enough to take the affection - who'd ever shown him such regard before? - without pointing out how much it stung to be the exception.

He thought he did a better job of hiding his disquiet, but when they were in the elevator, Agent Jourdan turned to him. "I probably shouldn't have said that."

"Said what?"

"Not bad at magic for a Fae. I've gotten enough flak for being shit at magic this high up in Crossover, and you're considerably better than me."

"I..." He hesitated. "You scraped an old wound."

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Okay, going out in the blowing wind to take osme photos of spring buds and blossoms for a friend who's been stuck indoors for a while and wants some reminders that spring is coming.