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After some dithering, I've decided to make Cut Along the Dotted Line my main writing project for now. That's the Sam/Maya thing (aka "the brain damage fic" - though really, that sounds much, much worse than it is, I swear) that used to be called Möglichkeitssinn and before that was called, blandly, Moving On. It's an ancient one (though not as ancient as my FS and HL WiPs, of course), started even before The MAD Doctrine, and it's probably gonna be short - it's something like a page and a half now, and for the past three years or so has only been shrinking, rather than growing, although I do need to start adding new stuff to it now that I've done some thorough weeding.

It seems fitting, to look at Sam's other messed up relationship, now that I've done Sam/Annie.

All this sounds rather more het-shippy than it really is, btw. This is still me writing, after all, and I don't do shippy. (I only do messy. Though, seriously, this is one of my less messy fics about people not really talking to each other.)

This fic has resisted me rather strongly in the past, mostly because it seems almost impossible that Maya could stay with Sam, yet she does in this fic and I still don't quite understand why and she's not really telling me. And Maya has other shit going on that I'm not sure how to handle, as well. But last week something seemed to move, although only infinitesimally, perhaps. Anyway, it feels slightly more manageable to actually add something to this now, so I'm going to try. Hard.

I just felt like it.

Stumbled across that screencap today among my files, and, well, that's one of the few unequivocal instances of Sam being sort of awesome, so there.



Yes, I know it's bad. Hey, I don't know the first thing about my graphics program; and I only have one not-completely-horrible font. I know it's too dark, and I know the font size is too big; but it was the smallest the program would do. And if I put in the text earlier, when the image's still big, it always comes out all blurry in the end.

"I'm going to die horribly," he says to her. Trying it on for size.

(From "Möglichkeitssinn". Possibly.)

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Go away, depressing!muse. Shoo.