Title: Truth Serum
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 620
Summary: Erestor looks at a familiar view from a different angle, but he might regret it in the morning. Fluff for ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
lauand who suggested the prompt G/E and vodkacon, or, as the case may be dwarvenmeadcon.
And many thanks to levadegratchets and questails who put up with me, sentence by hair-pulling sentence, every day.
( Luckily, he hadn't swallowed. )
This serves as my current contribution to The Plan, but I'm not hiding this under a lock because I love Edda questails requested an Edda/G drabble and it's not going to make one lick of sense to anyone without some back story. This comes from one of three Lengthy Original Projects I've been ignoring for months. Its working title is The Historians because I cannot think of titles, and it suits the characters' vocations. I'll be posting more back stories in the days to come which will flesh out the world these characters operate in, but for now, let's just say this is all based loosely on the concept of the Suddice, a hierarchy of spirits in Slavic mythology. Edda is one of two main characters and I'm desperately in love with him. Edda can also be represented by a tiny crow (please see icon). He has a tendency to steal/hoard pencils and coppery coins.
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emungere's Home From the Sea, Home from the Hill, and now I'm a total Gojyo/Hakkai slut -- yeah, I know I'm a thousand years late -- better late than never. As a result of this, any and all Saiyuki recs you can send my way will be cherished.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
voksen made me do it.( With Wings! )
Title: What the File Says
Fandom: WK (or twopoint's private brand of Schwarz fic)
Characters: Crawford/Schuldig
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Schuldig has a past. Name speculation, experiments and sharp ankles.
Hi! I’m sick as bloody fuck, so feel free to attribute all of this weekend’s fic postings as the result of a feverish mind. The first sign of I must actually be sick was someone delivering a tray of food to me in bed this evening and after my initial shock wore off (I was raised by sensible people who believed if you were too sick to get up, you were probably too sick to eat, so they just left me alone until I surfaced) and I pushed the suspicious tray aside (Munchausen by proxy can pop up anytime in the least likely people – it never hurts to be too cautious), I decided to use this time to finish things I need to post and post things that I will never finish.
PLEASE NOTE: All the stories I post in the next few days have been hardly edited and quickly typed. I’m trying to learn to let things go and move on. voksen ’s also trying to teach me how to write porn, but that’s not going too well.
Tonight we have . . . my first ever Crawford/Schuldig piece that I ever, ever wrote, ever. It is not finished, nor will it ever be finished. A one shot that has a beginning, middle and no ending. Pre-Schwarz, fresh out of Rosenkreuz, overall, I hate it, but I do like three lines. It is obvious that I was in Istanbul, staring out a window thinking about completely unrelated things when I wrote this.
Title: Notes
Fandom: WK . . .oh, hell – there’s no WK in this. It’s just Schwarz-ish.
Characters: Crawford / Schuldig
Rating: PG for suggestive pen strokes
Notes: Crawford has a plan! (Really? No way!)
ahpookishere , this seems like an excellent way to shame myself into finishing something, or send the stories to the graveyard. We'll see.
Fueled by the current (as opposed to the past) existential crisis (let’s call it EC for short) I present, ten drabbles of EXACTLY ONE HUNDRED WORDS EACH (it felt like burning, and one drabble just wouldn’t do, but I did it!) in which Schwarz ponders the meaning of existence. Most of this has been done, but let’s do it again, shall we? One day Farfarello might join us. I promise,ahpookishere , when I can wrap myself around anatomical references, I LOVE YOU will be yours. Until then, have these drabbles.
Title: Existential Crises
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Characters: Crawford / Schuldig, Nagi
Notes: Ten brief encounters that might all go together in some way.
( onward to drabbles )
levadegratchets I was sent home early from work because I might have been yelling too much this morning. Sometimes the fifty-one percent interest in the business doesn’t help when the VP and the assistants get together and vote. Let’s just say there have been incidents where the drink machine continually plugs itself into a faulty outlet. The only cure for my bad behavior is posting un-beta’ed Schwarz fic. Then again, Schwarz fic might enable bad behavior. Either way.
I’m seeing a formula to these stories that goes like this: (C/S=question~no answer x bed) divided now by Nagi, who I love, thank youahpookishere particle theories. There will be more sex in the next story.
Title: Analyst
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Characters: Crawford / Schuldig, Nagi
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Schuldig hires Nagi to be his financial advisor.
( This way to fic )
and thought it strange for an area that would still consider banning The Scarlett Letter due to inappropriate imagery.What I learned in jury duty this week:
levadegratchets : The week gave me the chance to get three quarters of the way through Kushiel’s Dart. I’m a little in love with Joscelin and I love Carey’s imagery. And now we shall cut for:
( Near Death Experience and Bagged Cat )I usequestails for her computer geniousness.
After the Singapore Incident, I went a-searching for online document storage because emailing stories and notes to myself (and backing it all up on three separate flash drives, or posting it and locking it here) didn’t fully satisfy my ocd. I discovered some nicely recommended storage sites, but I’ve successfully locked myself down with anti-malware everything and the sites won’t allow me to upload without turning it off, which I cannot do because something might explode.
So I askedquestails and she put up with my ignorance magnanimously (as always) and said, why don’t you just use the document feature on gmail?
Oh.
I’ve been playing with gmail docs for a couple weeks now and I love it love it love it. I love that I can email stories in and send draft links without attachments to whomever I want (the rest of you might not share in my ease of sharing). It’s clean text that keeps the style definitions so that I can copy and post without having to fiddle with font, unlike Word 07 which is of the devil, notepad takes too much out, etc.
Curious about word count last night, I searched around to see if there was any difference between Word and gmail and discovered – my writing is easily understood by the average eleven year old and I typically write at the fourth grade level according to the Flesch-Kincaid Readability Tests. Occasionally, rarely, I step up to the fifth grade level. That puts me about even with Reader’s Digest and a little better than our local disaster of a newspaper.
I’m sure Word offers the same information, but I never go deeper than the word count at the bottom of the screen. I know the tests don’t qualify as ratings, if it did, my fondness for a certain word that begins with f would push me at least into middle school (where I will eternally remain in heart and action). So, I’m going to be more polysyllabic this week. I’m going to keep tellingquestails that she’s magnanimous, because she is. Andvictoriawiley, who writes shopping lists at the doctorate level, I’m going to tell her that she’s perspicacious, because that’s why I love her, and with her help I will use more semi-colons and develop complex sentence structures and I will finally understand the past perfect tense. I will try, and fail, to stop beginning sentences with And and But.
So, using Flesch-Kincaid, who is your target audience?
ahpookishere today was the best mail day EVER. I now have a soundtrack for every trespassing predicament I find myself in this summer. THANK YOU!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!! I also received a self-ahpookishere-portrait from the late 1800's. I don't feel worthy forcing her to create a St. Schuldig for me now (but I will continue to beg and plead and whine until I see him and then I will meditate on him for hours). 
It all seems anticlimactic after Unicorns.
Well, this turned long for no reason at all. The theme for the month must have been switched to rumination, but there is some kissing, thank god. I promise there will be more actual, and not implied, murder (and toe nail polish) in the next one.
Title: Collateral
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Characters: Crawford / Schuldig
Rating: R
Beta:victoriawiley
Notes: Poisons, missing digits and shopping lists. I claim no one but Olin. The rest are some weird, Jungian memory.
