So even though I haven't used this journal in years, and I haven't been active in fandom for nearly as long, I thought I'd put together a little list of all the fic I've written, just for anyone who happens to be passing through. It's all Hetalia, so you know. Not a whole lot of variety around here.

Paintball Is For Lovers
Russia/America
Summary: America decides to introduce Russia to the glorious world of paintball warfare.

This Is Tomorrow
France/England. Ish. As they do.
Summary: 1956, 1972, 1990, 1992, 2001 - England trolls the art world. France watches helplessly.

Simplicity
Russia, Byzantium
Summary: 988 AD: In which little Russia searches for God. Or a god. At this point, either one will do.

Spank America Decent
(co-authored with other, more talented people: djsoliloquy, pyrrhiccomedy)
Russia/America, Poland, Lithuania, France, England
Summary: In 2005, a nightclub in Moscow hosted an event entitled "Spank America Decent." It was exactly what it sounds like. These are...the mornings after.

Church Etiquette
(co-authored with pyrrhiccomedy)
France, Russia
Summary: In which Russia meets France for the first time, and narrowly avoids receiving something of an education.

The Six Million Dollar Man
(X-Files crossover)
America, France, Russia, Fox Mulder, Dana Scully
Summary: Wild tales concerning an anthropomorphic personification of a country are decidedly not the concern of the FBI. Unless, of course, you forward your complaint to the office in the basement...

No Woman Gets An Orgasm From Shining the Kitchen Floor
(genderswap fic)
Russia/America
Summary: Prompted fic: Genderswap America and Russia talk about feminism (socialist feminism versus the Women's Liberation Movement). America is all excited about the topic and argues with Russia, who firmly believes that her role is, after all, that of Mother Russia.

And last but absolutely not least, what I'm proudest of in my entire time in this fandom: The Chosen End, Russia/America, co-authored with pyrrhiccomedy, and containing a million chapters.

So I've wandered off LJ and succumbed to the siren song of Tumblr. I don't do much over there except talk about art, my original writing, and movies, but if any of that sounds like a good time to you, my tumblr is here. (<== liiiink, it's kind of hard to tell with this font.)

Hope I see you guys around!


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That awkward moment when all you're trying to do is edit the spelling of a tag that's been bugging you for months, and you end up deleting a post. So like. I've updated since February. Just--it got deleted.

Fantastic job, self.


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It should be no secret to most people that I am not exactly a fan of my university. The tuition is outrageous, the location is awful, the campus is a joke, and the art history department is an embarrassment.

Today I have been given yet another reason to want to carpet-bomb the thing out of existence.

I am writing a paper. A long paper. And even at this early stage, I am pretty confident that I'll be able to use it as a writing sample on grad school applications. It is about masochism and sainthood and performance and sex and audience participation. Also flagellates. And breathplay, because I am shameless.

But for a paper, you need books And books are, apparently, one thing this library doesn't fucking have.

The Body in Pain. Elaine Scarry: Checked out.

Suspended Animation: Pain, Pleasure and Punishment in Medieval Culture. Robert Mills: Checked the fuck out.

Holy Feast, Holy Fast: The Religious Significance of Food to Medieval Women. Caroline Walker Bynum: MISSING. MISSING. Way to lose one of the most central fucking texts of recent feminist medieval scholarship, dumbasses.

The Power of Horror. Julia Kristeva: LOL WHAT'S THAT =DD


I am about to break the no-talking rule in a seriously uncool way.


ETA: ALSO MISSING. The Abu Ghraib Effect. Stephen Eisenman.

...*table flips*


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Find somebody. Anybody. Go up to them. Say the phrase “Renaissance art”. I can guarantee you that the following thoughts will go through their head.

( Penises! Oh, uh, I--just kidding, um, I mean--the David! Leonardo da Vinci! Patronage! The Medici family! Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello and--fuck, I’m out of Ninja Turtles...oh, Caravaggio! Popes and shit! Sexy Jesus!Collapse )


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If you hang around this journal at all, you know it was bound to happen. This won't hurt a bit.


( None of the monsters described below are real. They live and flourish in the minds of the people. Which is a hell of a lot worse.Collapse )


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Despite how neat the advice meme is that’s going around (on puella_nerdii, byzantienne and mithrigil’s journals thus far, though I’m sure it’s being picked up elsewhere), I can’t quite bring myself to swipe it, mostly because my OCs are pretty rotten at giving advice worth following, and I am even worse.

So instead I am lifting this (as I do many, many awesome things) from latinusername. And because this is going to be populated solely with my Gilded Souls characters, I’d totally recommend popping over to the original post at her journal. That way, if you’re interested, you can get a look at a big chunk of the cast.

But anyway! Meme!

( You know, Emily, I really hope your characters don't use as many run-on sentences as you do.Collapse )


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First day of the spring semester, and I just drifted out of my Crusades class. And I mean drifted. I really don't think my feet were touching the ground. This class is going to be phenomenal. The professor makes me think of a triple-shot Americano given human form, we are going to get to play with the Reconquista, and I said smart things about a certain Cistercian and the coining of the word "malicide".

Later there will be Art of Asia, which I am far less enthused about, but you can't win them all. I must admit, I am a little frustrated with this class to begin with, because the professor didn't post our textbook list until last night. Rather too late for me to order them on Amazon. And art books are always the most expensive. Well. I can take solace in the fact that I am selling that shit back.

Other things, other things...Oh, now that latinusername and I have lifted the curtain on Gilded Souls, I will be posting a Thing about the monstrous in that world, and the close ties it has to our story. So yeah. Stay tuned~


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So this year I died.

Don't worry, I got better.

Also other things happened. Some of them were very, very wonderful things. ♥

But resurrection is a hard act to follow.


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I am in NYC now, and there are kitties and a meltedpeep and a byzantienne and coffee and holy crap snow!

Also, my pajamas continue to be rad as hell. I need a sleazy kimono to wear with them. And possibly a mustache. I am a ~gentleman of leisure~, you see.

And now I must make myself pretty and then we journey to the grocery. After musics. Because right now there are musics.


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