Behold, another small passion project, aka a BoJack Horseman one-shot tackling the aftermath of Sarah Lynn's untimely death in season three. Hashtag still not over it 2k17.
Summary: BoJack goes through the motions after Sarah Lynn's death. Takes place shortly following season three. Title is from Gustav Holst's instrumental piece, "Venus: The Bringer of Peace," the music playing during the infamous planetarium scene from "That's Too Much, Man!" Content warning: Frank discussion of a major character's death. Rated PG-13.
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Summary: BoJack goes through the motions after Sarah Lynn's death. Takes place shortly following season three. Title is from Gustav Holst's instrumental piece, "Venus: The Bringer of Peace," the music playing during the infamous planetarium scene from "That's Too Much, Man!" Content warning: Frank discussion of a major character's death. Rated PG-13.
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- Current Music:On a BoJack bender, 2x03 currently.
- Current Mood:
accomplished - Current Location:Jerb's Kids
So far most of my works-in-progress at the moment are weird little passion projects that I can at least be assured won't be duplicated by anyone else. Besides that, I cannot speak to their quality. In any case, here is a story about Kylo Ren throwing himself a birthday party.
Summary: General Hux is tasked, under extreme duress, with planning Kylo Ren's birthday party. Rated PG-13.
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Summary: General Hux is tasked, under extreme duress, with planning Kylo Ren's birthday party. Rated PG-13.
( 'It's Your Birthday Party, Kylo Ren!'; ~ 4,300 words.Collapse )
- Current Music:Parks and Recreation on Netflix.
- Current Mood:
calm - Current Location:Starkiller Base 2.0
I didn't actually set out to write a Valentine's Day 'fic - this one has been in-progress for much longer, in point of fact - but I'm really happy to be able to share something that nonetheless kind of fits the theme of the day. It's also my first Steven Universe fanfic!
Summary: "Wednesdays are their 'Date Nights.'" Greg/Rose(/Pearl), flashback 'fic. Content warning: Recreational drug use (marijuana). Title comes from the SU song, "What Can I Do For You?" which is fitting for a number of reasons. Rated PG.
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Summary: "Wednesdays are their 'Date Nights.'" Greg/Rose(/Pearl), flashback 'fic. Content warning: Recreational drug use (marijuana). Title comes from the SU song, "What Can I Do For You?" which is fitting for a number of reasons. Rated PG.
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- Current Music:The fan in the bedroom.
- Current Location:Beach City
- Current Mood:
good
I'm hardly the only one transfixed with Kylo Ren and/or his alter-ego, Adam Driver, at the moment, so the fact that I and the rest of the Star Wars: The Force Awakens fandom almost immediately latched onto Driver's premiere time hosting Saturday Night Live on January 16th - especially the Kylo Ren on Undercover Boss skit - is, again, utterly unsurprising. Probably the fact that this is a week out from the episode first airing is the most shocking part. Anywho, I wrote a(nother) Thing.
Summary: Matt the Radar Technician has a corrective meeting with General Hux. Title comes from Britney Spears' "Radar," because Anakin is the Brit-Brit of the GFFA, and so I'm sure Kyle Ron would take it as a compliment to be compared to his grandpa. Dedicated to
imadra_blue and patientalien. Rated NC-17.
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Summary: Matt the Radar Technician has a corrective meeting with General Hux. Title comes from Britney Spears' "Radar," because Anakin is the Brit-Brit of the GFFA, and so I'm sure Kyle Ron would take it as a compliment to be compared to his grandpa. Dedicated to
imadra_blue and patientalien. Rated NC-17.( 'Choose, You Don't Wanna Lose, You're On My Radar'; ~1,830 words.Collapse )
- Current Location:Starkiller Base
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia on Netflix.
There are a lot of interviews from the creators of BoJack Horseman that discuss the title character’s brief relationship with Penny, the teenage daughter of Charlotte, an old friend whom he visits in New Mexico in late-season two of the show. There’s an aborted attempt on Penny’s behalf to get BoJack to take her virginity, which he refuses for several reasons. The gist I get from the creators is largely that BoJack still crosses a line/several lines during that arc, even if he doesn’t end up sleeping with/even initiating sex with Penny (who is 17 at the time, and thus legally of-age in New Mexico), and that he does this with wild abandon because he still ‘considers himself a teenager.’ I guess I’m not completely sold on that interpretation, and so here is a brief think-piece exploring what might have happened after BoJack’s escape from, and then back to, L.A. (Short version: I wrote a thing! That nobody will care about beacuse who the fuck watches [and then re-watches] BoJack Horseman besides me, but w/e. Thing!!!!!!!)
Summary: Penny escapes to L.A. Title and section titles come from Courtney Barnett’s “Avant Gardener,” which is also featured in the show. Takes place shortly after season two. Rated PG.
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Summary: Penny escapes to L.A. Title and section titles come from Courtney Barnett’s “Avant Gardener,” which is also featured in the show. Takes place shortly after season two. Rated PG.
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- Current Music:"I was never good at smoking bongs."
- Current Mood:
impressed - Current Location:Thanksgiving Eve
I finally got around to responding to some drabble prompts on Tumblr, based on a list by peekbelowthesurface. I know drabbles are typically like 100 words, but mine all ended up being mini 'fics, which is just as well, as now I can repost them urrywhere. I feel productive! Now, I must clean, though!
- "Little Black-and-Blue Dress," Anakin/Obi-Wan, #12, "insanity," requested by thishereanakinguy: Everyone on the Holonet goes a little nuts when a picture of a dress goes viral, and Anakin is no different. 565 words.
- "I Am No Longer the Expeditor of Your Dream," Skullmaster/Virgil, #85, "spiral," requested by shadowwolf75: No more Mighty Max, but at what cost? An AU of the "Pandora's Box" two-parter. 671 words.
- "Use Your Insecurity as a Plea for Innocence," Anakin/Padme, #32, "night," requested by skygawker: Dorme is taken into service by the Empire after the Republic falls. 719 words.
- "Thin Mints, Shortbread, and Caramel de Lites, Oh My!" Zeb/Ezra, #20, "cookies," requested by thishereanakinguy: Zeb and Ezra (attempt to) make cookies for Hera for Mother's Day. 653 words.
- Current Location:The Sun!
- Current Mood:
happy - Current Music:Lemuria - "Survivor's Guilt."
I started writing some version of Virgil-talking-to/thinking-about-Warmong
( 'I'm Living in a Hole and I Want to Go Deeper (I Never Find Gold But Other Things Much Sweeter)'; 1,020 words.Collapse )
( 'I'm Living in a Hole and I Want to Go Deeper (I Never Find Gold But Other Things Much Sweeter)'; 1,020 words.Collapse )
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Location:In the dark it wasn't angry
- Current Music:Sarah, snoring.
So I guess my writer's block begins to chip away as soon as I'm legitimately busy with school/work stuff anew; kinda awesome and annoying, that. Anywho, here's an end-of-summer 'fic!
Summary: Anakin walks a mile in Padme's shoes, so to speak, much to her dismay. Set during "Hostage Crisis," the season one finale of TCW. Title comes from Matt Nathanson's "Laid." Written forpatientalien, and not just because I'm trying to guilt her into drawing fanart for it. (Really, really.) Rated PG-13 for cross-dressing and some salty behavior.
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Summary: Anakin walks a mile in Padme's shoes, so to speak, much to her dismay. Set during "Hostage Crisis," the season one finale of TCW. Title comes from Matt Nathanson's "Laid." Written for
patientalien, and not just because I'm trying to guilt her into drawing fanart for it. (Really, really.) Rated PG-13 for cross-dressing and some salty behavior.( 'Dressed Me Up in Women's Clothes, Messed Around With Gender Roles'; 1,322 words.Collapse )
- Current Music:FXX's "Every. Simpsons. Ever." marathon.
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Location:Springfield
It's not much - my ideas/to-write list is staggering compared to the energy I have to attend to much of it right now - but I was finally able to finish a short 'fic. P.S.: Other people should start cranking out the filthy, gratuitous Obitine smut so I don't have to keep doing it.
Summary: Obi-Wan's the only one who can ever reach Satine, and she's about to be within arms' length again. Warnings: Contains some BDSM-colored material, and casual misogyny masquerading as foreplay. Title comes from "Son of a Preacher Man" - I'm particularly digging Katey Segal's version recorded for Sons of Anarchy. Rated NC-17.
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Summary: Obi-Wan's the only one who can ever reach Satine, and she's about to be within arms' length again. Warnings: Contains some BDSM-colored material, and casual misogyny masquerading as foreplay. Title comes from "Son of a Preacher Man" - I'm particularly digging Katey Segal's version recorded for Sons of Anarchy. Rated NC-17.
( 'Taking Time to Make Time (Telling Me That He's All Mine)'; ~1,980 words.Collapse )
- Current Music:"Stealing kisses from me on the sly ..."
- Current Mood:
neutral - Current Location:the sweet-talking son
I think I might have some of my writing energies back - hi there, (strategic, medication-induced) hypomania, you are some kind of sorcerer! Anyway, I'm thrilled to be able to use my newly unearthed ability to pen something for Sarah, who is struggling at the moment with her own mental fortitude, and on a brief hiatus from home (w00t, business-trippin' in Chicago!), to boot. In a more personal setting, I might say something to the effect of, "Anything you need that I can possibly provide is yours," and "I love you more than life itself," and even "I really enjoyed touching your boobs this morning," but I like to think all of that is implied by the fact that I'm dedicating this story to her. So there.
Summary: After the events of the Clovis arc (season six, episodes 15-17), Anakin and Padme reconcile. Credit for this idea goes largely to Sarah; I'm just writing it down. Title comes from the song "First Day of My Life," by Bright Eyes. Rated a soft R for lukewarmly-described sexytimes, and warning for vaguely dubious consent on Padme's part.
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Summary: After the events of the Clovis arc (season six, episodes 15-17), Anakin and Padme reconcile. Credit for this idea goes largely to Sarah; I'm just writing it down. Title comes from the song "First Day of My Life," by Bright Eyes. Rated a soft R for lukewarmly-described sexytimes, and warning for vaguely dubious consent on Padme's part.
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- Current Music:"Remember the time you drove all night just to meet me in the morning ..."
- Current Location:500 Republica
- Current Mood:
grateful
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Floating out to wonderland
As if on cue, harsh chuckling breaks the present silence. The blade of a long, jagged sword slides against his wing, pinioned tightly to his side by way of chains snaked around his wrists. Then, with a practiced downward motion, it slices the flesh. In spite of himself, he winces, and Skullmaster smiles.
"The boy will disappoint you in the end. You must realize that." Another cut leaves a thin trail of blood trickling down his cheek; Skullmaster's sword then presses against Virgil's neck. "It pains me to do this," he whispers mockingly, and Virgil tries but fails not to shake in anticipation of the killing blow. This, too, seems to please Skullmaster. "My dear teacher. My old friend," he simpers, and Virgil feels bile rise to the back of his throat even as the sword moves away from his neck.
"Such a waste of Lemuria's secrets," Skullmaster presses. His blade slices into Virgil's leg next, eliciting a visible shudder. Physical endurance was never one of his people's strong suits. It was why they had had Mages, magical protections in place to keep them safe. If only they had been able to stop someone using their might against them.
Skullmaster's eyes are wide with obvious pleasure. He inhales sharply, and Virgil suspects that his blood presents a particular prize to his archenemy s heightened senses. "Whatever would your people say if they knew you were squandering your great wisdom, propping up the exploits of an insipid child?" Another slash of Skullmaster's blade nicks a shoulder, but Virgil, emboldened by a sudden surge of anger, does not feel it quite as much as he has the others.
"Unfortunately, I am unable to gauge their opinion one way or the other, given that you murdered them." His bitterness is palpable and surprisingly raw; Skullmaster relishes it.
"Their deaths don't have to be in vain." His voice is low, excited now. "You can preserve the essence of your people. Or," he adds after a heavy pause, dragging his sword down to Virgil's belly, as if to gut him, "You can die as they did, like lambs to the slaughter." Then the dank chamber is silent anew, save for the sounds of rasping and slow, hollowed breathing (his), awaiting Virgil's fate. A drop of blood falls onto the collar of his robes with a pregnant splatter.
(From "I'm Not Here Without a Shield," bycitizenjess.)
"The boy will disappoint you in the end. You must realize that." Another cut leaves a thin trail of blood trickling down his cheek; Skullmaster's sword then presses against Virgil's neck. "It pains me to do this," he whispers mockingly, and Virgil tries but fails not to shake in anticipation of the killing blow. This, too, seems to please Skullmaster. "My dear teacher. My old friend," he simpers, and Virgil feels bile rise to the back of his throat even as the sword moves away from his neck.
"Such a waste of Lemuria's secrets," Skullmaster presses. His blade slices into Virgil's leg next, eliciting a visible shudder. Physical endurance was never one of his people's strong suits. It was why they had had Mages, magical protections in place to keep them safe. If only they had been able to stop someone using their might against them.
Skullmaster's eyes are wide with obvious pleasure. He inhales sharply, and Virgil suspects that his blood presents a particular prize to his archenemy s heightened senses. "Whatever would your people say if they knew you were squandering your great wisdom, propping up the exploits of an insipid child?" Another slash of Skullmaster's blade nicks a shoulder, but Virgil, emboldened by a sudden surge of anger, does not feel it quite as much as he has the others.
"Unfortunately, I am unable to gauge their opinion one way or the other, given that you murdered them." His bitterness is palpable and surprisingly raw; Skullmaster relishes it.
"Their deaths don't have to be in vain." His voice is low, excited now. "You can preserve the essence of your people. Or," he adds after a heavy pause, dragging his sword down to Virgil's belly, as if to gut him, "You can die as they did, like lambs to the slaughter." Then the dank chamber is silent anew, save for the sounds of rasping and slow, hollowed breathing (his), awaiting Virgil's fate. A drop of blood falls onto the collar of his robes with a pregnant splatter.
(From "I'm Not Here Without a Shield," by
citizenjess.)
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