lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
So my brain just kind of spat out this Thor AU fic.

Any comments before I port it to AO3 and turn it loose on the wild internets?

if he be worthy— )
lienne: A rose lying on a laptop keyboard. (object: rose on keyboard)
...sooooo, who wants to read some totally self-indulgent porn about Obadiah Stane getting it on with female teenage versions of Sherlock Holmes and Tony Stark?

because I just finished a fic, and that is what it is.

the sad part is it makes complete logical sense if you include the acres of RP continuity behind it...

what is my brain.


Mar. 16th, 2011 10:41 am
lienne: A rose lying on a laptop keyboard. (object: rose on keyboard)
1. an RP thing

2. the fic from which it derives is called refractive index and is full of wrong and heartbreak. It is an AU of Lake where the Stark boys stayed in New York. It is currently 3771 words of which the last three are "New York rain", and contains character death, nonconsensual vampirification and creepy mutually coercive makeouts. It is not finished yet. Who wants a look? I can email out the current version.

3. sometimes I wonder what I am doing with my life. I wonder it especially hard when I have to spend thirty seconds pondering whether "ephebophilia" applies when the object of the relevant affection is eighteen years old. (I decided it just barely doesn't.) (This does not really make Obadiah Stane any less creepy.)

4. if enough people want a boo at this I may end up with a third WIP mailing list, the first two being Butterflies and Lake. what is my life.

5. maybe my capital letters will come back if I have a shower.
lienne: Outer space. (emotion: not in touch with reality)
Post a line (or two) from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.

  • He arrives to find Sherlock sprawled with unusual haphazardness on the couch facing the door, gazing blankly at nothing in particular. Tony hovers in the doorway and lets the silence stretch for a good minute and a half. Eventually he says, "A vampire."

  • He likes her just the way she is, alive and happy and perfect, which is why he is in here crying on the bathroom cupboard and not out there with his hands around her neck.

  • Harry even had his finger back. It took him ten minutes to notice, which goes to show how fucked up a day he was having.

  • "Well," says Chainsaw, "you sure joke like a contractor."

  • "Your error, Mr. Veidt, was in believing we were ever playing chess."

  • "While I'm sure there is some perfectly logical chain of events that brought you into this state, I must insist that you immediately get yourself out of it again. We are this man's guests, Holmes."

  • He makes a sound like a large rock hitting the surface of a lake. "How?"

and this is with most of the torture porn cut out.
lienne: A happy, whirring cartoon chainsaw. (emotion: gleeful (perhaps deranged))
'cause it has come to my attention that there's actually no way in hell I can keep track of who's seen what anymore, or of who might like to see what, given the opportunity.

A list )

If you want to see what I've got for any of those, just drop a comment with your email address. :D

Butterflies and Lake each have their very own informal mailing list, to which I'll happily add you if you're not already on it and would like to be. I last sent out updates ages and ages ago, but I might do more soon once I can convince myself that another paragraph or two here or there is worth bothering you all over. XD
lienne: A fountain pen nib, lying on paper. (Default)
it is a Sunnydale High AU of Butterflies

alternately, it is what happens when nobody tells me to quit writing deranged crossovers already
lienne: A rose lying on a laptop keyboard. (object: rose on keyboard)
I did a fic! And now I have even posted it and everything!

My journal layout is still very much in the "half-assed" stages of development, by the way. In case you were wondering.



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