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blue_soaring

1st December, 2009. 2:02 pm. Wee! Finally got my AO3 invite! :D Now begins the deliberation over a username, and which stories to start uploading. There is no way in hell I'm sticking everything all the way back to 2000 on there, as a) I am lazy, and b) even I have some shame. Originally posted at Dreamwidth here. Please comment there using OpenID or ask me for an invite code. :3 Make Notes

blue_soaring

29th November, 2009. 8:36 pm. Storytime! When I was three or four, my parents rented The Terminator and it scared the shit out me, right? Like it would. And right outside my bedroom door, perfectly visible from my bed, were the controls for the house's air exchange system, which naturally had two little red glowing lights. It freakin' TERRIFIED me. FOR YEARS. Arnold Schwarzenegger was going to kill me in my SLEEP. Now, on a week-long marathon through the Terminator movies and the Sarah Connor Chronicles, skinless Terminators are not scary. No, no. They are sexy. I kinda want to make out with one. And by 'kinda' I mean 'really, really'. I'm not sure what to do with that, except troll the internet for Marcus Wright/John Connor porn. Ahar. Or any Terminator porn, really. Originally posted at Dreamwidth here. Please comment there using OpenID or ask me for an invite code. :3 Make Notes

blue_soaring

25th November, 2009. 3:19 am. x_x I have never had so many WIPs at once EVER. Between fannish glee and original pursuits, I have... TEN on the go at once. Okay, geez, I didn't think it was that many when I went to count. And not WIP as in, paused and will perhaps never finish WIP (though I have a few of those now and it is also a new experience for me) but stories that I'm actively WORKING on. This makes me CAPSLOCK for EXCESSIVE EMPHASIS like I'm HARRY freakin' POTTER. It's enjoyable to have so much that makes me go sdkjls, but I sorta miss my hardcore focus of hardcoreness. I probably am getting just as much or more done, but it feels like less when I don't have a tidy sequential to do list to check off. Talk, talk, talktalktalk. Hello, insane hour of the morning. I think I saw you here the same time yesterday, imagine that. Originally posted at Dreamwidth here. Please comment there using OpenID or ask me for an invite code. :3 Make Notes

blue_soaring

24th November, 2009. 6:50 pm. Fic: Quality Assurance - Tony/Remy (1/1) And now, porn. My excuse is Tony. Quality Assurance Marvel movieverse (Iron Man, X-Men). Tony/Remy. NC-17. ~3800 words. For 'aphrodisiacs' on my kink_bingo card. The syringe was loaded, ready and waiting on the low coffee table beside the spread of cards and scatter of half-empty bottles. ( Read me. ) Make Notes

il_valentino

24th November, 2009. 8:07 pm. Buonasera. Cesare flexes his fingers against the window frame. It's stuck. He wants to open it, badly, wants to cool his head, his knuckles, his brow, he wants to breathe the storm. He feels looming, lumbering, after being a teenager for so long. He feels stronger, yes, but then... when he was young, he was light. Everything about him was light, and fast. His head throbs terribly now. He remembers crying into Xellos's lap. "Miquel," he whispers. "Buonasera. Will you not talk to me, caro?" Why should I not talk to you? "Perhaps you liked the other better?" The other. Miquel snorts softly. You, you mean. "Forse, sí. Non lo so. Parli di me? Di me?" Why these doubts, Cesare? Because. Cesare bites his lips. "Because the other one did not hurt you?" Make Notes

isabel_giovanni

23rd November, 2009. 8:25 pm. Naturalmente Stolen from onikins. You Are the Queen You are an incredibly powerful person, and at times, it's hard for you to keep your power in check. You can take down virtually anyone who's standing in your way. That doesn't mean you should though! When you're at your best, you're playing both offensively and defensively. You are able to look into the future and plan accordingly. Because you are so powerful, you are a natural target. You must remember to protect yourself, even if it means hanging back when you want to pounce. What Chess Piece Are You? The First Rule of Blogthings Is: You Don't Talk About Blogthings Read 20 Notes -Make Notes

jazzchagren

23rd November, 2009. 2:15 pm. Gren puts his pack down on the bed and kicks off his shoes. He leaves the door to his room open, expecting word of his return to reach the owner of the hotel quickly. She'll most certainly want to speak with him. He hadn't meant to disappear, it was just something that had happened. He'd long been a stray cat anyway, so the idea that people might wonder where he'd got off to didn't really cross his mind until some time in the second week, when he realized he missed playing for the people in Margate. And it wasn't that he'd gone far, he'd just gone...about. Needed to clear his head and escape attention. Not that he'd had much, but it had still been more than he was used to. It's hard to keep yourself held back when there are so many genuinely nice people asking genuinely interested questions. So he'd wandered, and he'd thought, and he'd written a little. And then he realized he missed them and returned to his new home. Gren threw up the window and let the breeze dance in the curtains before beginning to unpack. There were certainly worse places to return to. Make Notes

pre_raphaelite1

21st November, 2009. 10:09 am. FIC: "Full" (Remus/Sirius, NC-17) And because I never posted to my personal journal, here's my Daily_Deviant fic from September! Title: "Full" Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Enemas, much swearing and insulting of vicars Summary: “Because I want to,” Remus informed him in a low pitch that sent gooseflesh rippling up Sirius' spine. “Because I want to see just how much you can fucking take before you start begging me to stop. Because I want you to feel just what it would be like to have every inch of your arse straining and stretched until it's indistinguishable from your intestines and all you know and all you are is full.” Author's notes: I think I need to change my username to "nooneelse" so when these particular themes come up everyone will know that "nooneelse" will right them. :P Written for iJ's alisanne after I promised her something fluffy in the wake of July's necro fic! Fake cut to Daily_Deviant! "Full" Make Notes

pre_raphaelite1

21st November, 2009. 10:03 am. FIC: "Alternatives" (Morfin Gaunt/Quirrell, Voldie/Quirrell, NC-17) November's Daily_Deviant fic... I wrote the alternate pairing this month. For some reason no one wants to write Morfin Gaunt. :P Title: "Alternatives" Characters: Morfin Gaunt/Quirrell, Voldemort/Quirrell Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Non-con, Morfin Gaunt, Squickiness, slight crackiness? (Did you see the pairings?) castrati Word Count: 1520 Summary: Quirrell lays in his bed at night, fidgeting. He used to sleep well, find comfort on his back in the softness of down blankets and the firmness of a good pillow and equally supportive mattress. But now he lays awake for hours, unable to deal with his own bony elbow poking into the side he has to lay on or to adjust to the soft pillow he must use now. Author's notes: I'm sorry. Where was I supposed to go with this pairing? I mean, really? I think writing Morfin Gaunt in a fluffy romance would be far more terrifying than having him in a darker fic. Right? Right? :P Fake Cut to Daily_Deviant! "Alternatives" Make Notes

blue_soaring

20th November, 2009. 5:27 pm. Fic: The Looking Glass - Joker/Crane (1/1) I have so many shiny new obsessions. I'm going to die waiting for the 34227 comic book movies coming out over the next few years. Yay for evil twins that make my Joker extra shiny and who writes Batman/Joker over here: The Frayed Ends. :D The Looking Glass Batman Begins. Joker/Crane. NC-17. ~2000 words. Breathplay. Joker fit his fingers one by one to Jonathan's throat. ( Read me. ) Make Notes