ds_profiles | Author/Vidder profile: Heuradys (Reply)

Author:

heuradys
Website/link to fic: Heuradys Collected
Fanlore page: Heuradys' fanlore.org wiki page
First DS fic posted: 2003
Full disclosure: Heuradys and I have been on each other's flists for a while, even if we don't talk all that often.
Pairings: Turnbull, Turnbull/Kowalski, Turnbull/Kowalski/Fraser, Kowalski/Fraser
Style and strengths: Heuradys loves Turnbull! And her Turnbull is lovable; weird, for sure, but often with (weirder) depths that make you want to hug him, or get Ray and Fraser to hug him. Or else to run far, far away! Whatever your reaction, there's always more to Turnbull than meets the eye. Her stories are usually funny, often punny, always clever. When they're not funny, they're thoughtful and full of restrained emotion. She made wonderful dS icons and along with

daughtershade, compiled Renfield Turnbull: the collected stories.
Other DS/C6D activity: Vids! Lots and lots of vids which are awesome and you should watch them all! Hard Core Logo, Wilby, ReGenesis and more!
Some favourites:
Loss and Adjustment were co-created with Ficklememeer for the

ds_flashfiction Documentation Challenge. Insider knowledge of the insurance industry and a delightful sense of humour make these a giggle to read.

While neither the insured operator nor the insured passenger claim any injuries sustained in this accident it should be noted that both occupants were examined at the scene by medical personnel. In addition to being submerged in the cold water of the lake, the insured operator sustained a soft-tissue injury to his right middle abdomen. We requested further information regarding this injury but the insured assured us the injury was unrelated and in fact occurred following the vehicle accident. Constable Fraser stated that the wolf was uninjured, as well.

The Sin-Eater F/K Turnbull bakes, Fraser ruminates, Ray kisses.

I didn't eat a piece of bread off my dead father's chest, but I took on his sins just the same. I wasn't chased from his house and pelted with garbage and vituperation, but it sometimes feels like I was, exiled here as I am. The RCMP doesn't know what to do with me; I'm a treasure and a disgrace.

Triple Double F/K/T Curling metaphors FTW! This is delicious, not merely for the resolution but also for the insight into Turnbull, his awkwardness and longing, his obsession with curling.

Ray. Oh, how he envied Ray. For months Turnbull had been carefully placing his stones, planning every shot with strategic caution, never coming near the button -- and leaving most of Constable Fraser's guards in place. Then Ray appeared, stepped into the hack, and took out all his stones and most of Constable Fraser's guards in one throw, which spun into perfect position, spot on the button.

If his reaction to Ray was simple jealousy, he could have coped. Instead, Ray proved himself to be worthy of admiration and not only for his superb form. Not perfect form, of course; that adjective was reserved for Constable Fraser's unparalleled, almost surreal beauty. Ray was a good man, honorable and strong as well as compellingly alluring. And now, instead of a devotion to one man he couldn't have and an antipathy to the man who could, he was hopelessly attracted to them both... and he was nowhere in their league. If he was a rock, he wasn't even a biter -- and they dominated the house, alternated as shot rock.