MASTER POST: The Deception Curve
Title: The Deception Curve
Pairing: Arthur/Cobb, implied Yusuf/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I want to say it's possible that this will (hopefully) be better upon second read, but--YMMV? :D
Word count: ~18,800
Summary: There's very little Arthur trusts in the dreamscape, and he never thought he'd have to take himself off that list.
Artist(s): The ever-amazing ciudad. Honest-to-god, it is entirely likely I would have given up on this story way, way early in the game if ciudad hadn't been there tempting me with her gorgeous, unbeatable art. She is fantastic beyond the telling of it, you guys, and there are no words that can do her talent or her amazing, giving, TIME-CRUNCH-PRODUCING SELF justice. You should all run (like the wind, bullseye!) to see the rest of her stunning, stunning artwork here. And then slather her with all the love she deserves. ♥___________♥
The Rising Phase | The Falling Phase
This story would not have been possible without paitac, who was generous enough to first bid on me in the help_pakistan auction, and then to let me drag my feet with the writing of her fic half a fucking year to get to where this story is today. YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU, BRELLAU, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. And if you don't, feel free to pretend.
Acknowledgements: So a ton of people were involved in the making of this, and ridiculous, ridiculous thanks must go out to all of them, for encouraging me, yelling at me, and holding my hand to get me through this.
First and foremost, thanks must go to candy_swirlz for constantly reading this over my shoulder as I was typing it, for letting me throw random bits of fic at her at all hours of the night, and for nitpicking everything. She understood all the problems I had with pacing, dialogue, story flow, character voices, all of it and (literally) kicked my butt when I was whiny/lazy/defeated, then turned around and helped me talk things out for hours when I got stuck. Whenever you read an awesome one-liner in this fic, it's probably her doing. There are absolutely no words to express how much she helped me out on this one, how tirelessly she tweaked till everything clicked into place, and I am so, so grateful. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Thanks also go out to bloodbelieve, because oh my god, where do I even begin with Aceface. My sister gets 50% of the credit for this story, and she gets the rest of it. She put up with my crazy, rampant emails in the beginning, where no paragraph ever stayed the same for more than two drafts, and then let me badger her into giving me THE MOST BRILLIANTLY EFFICIENT BETA EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER the night I was leaving for my trip to America. She took UNDER AN HOUR, folks. That is how motherfucking brilliant she is. Mr. Payne, Tomlinson and Horan thank you for your loving time, bb; they thank you so very, very much.
To pixiebeanz, rampantskyline, etiam_exspecto, miss-charmed, and everyone else who was excited for me, who cheered me on, what else can I do but :'DDDDDDD and thank you all so, so, so much for helping me see the light at the end of the tunnel. This one's for you.