[Back from Hiatus!] Dear god, that was painful...
Hey everyone! I'm officially back home from vacation time, although I think I'm gonna need another one... Still, the story's long, so let's just say that I went somewhere warm and expected to get a lot of work done, not realising exactly how susceptible I am to sea sickness.
Yup, I was one very green and burbly little lady.
I'd like to say that this didn't interfere with my plans, but alas! It's difficult to think sexy when you've just finished contemplating the unfortunate return of your dinner. However, that just makes me even more eager to get everything back to where I'd planned it to be!
1) Finish the fanfic100 fics for Tommy. I swear to god, I'll get them done this year. It's just 200 words a week... right?
2) Learn to write better smut. I just can't seem to write consistently good porn. It's something I need to improve on.
3) Finish all the unfinished stuff that I've started! I've got a humungous list of things that I want to write.
And, to make this post fandom relevant, because the lot of you've totally been waiting up at night for this (oh who'm I kidding?)...
Just some preview fic and art for the faithful. It's unbeta'd and written on the fly, but I hope it catches your eye!
Walter finds the white-haired kid curled up in the questionable shelter of his back yard. It's a wonder the boy hadn't frozen to death, what with the snow that had been falling for the last half hour, so Walt immediately slings the boy over his shoulder and carries him inside the house. He notices the spandex, but right now, he honestly couldn't care less. He just can't be bothered to be Sasquatch, high-ranking member of Omega Flight. No, right now, he's just Walter Langowski and fuck the rules about army protocols and mutants and goddamned illegal aliens. There's a kid who's clammy and pale and freezing cradled in his arms who needs to get warmed up.
Walter trudges through the snow and doesn't look back.
~
And second, for my RvB peoples
"I do not know where I am right now, but I do not think I mind too much!"
Caboose swayed slightly in his chair, holding a mostly empty bottle of beer. He wasn't quite sure why he was holding it, but something told him that it was very important that he not drop it. Actually, someone had told him that.
Did Church's rules count when Church was passed out on the floor?
Caboose wasn't sure. Idly, he murmered to himself.
"The room is very pretty right now. It is swaaaaaying and daaaaaaaaancing and it is very pretty. I think... I like it!"
He giggled happily, then glanced around again. Yes, Church was collapsed on the floor and Tucker was leaning over the table, propped up on his elbows. With the deliberate care of the very drunk, Caboose waved his hand in the air that was five inches to the left of the dark-skinned man's face. No response.
Well then.
Caboose swallowed the rest of the beer in his bottle and set it on the table. Then, he proceeded to get up and walk out of the Blue base's kitchen. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but ... he felt like singing. Suddenly, inspiration struck.
"Maybe the Reds will sing with me!"
~
"And that, Mister Sticky Bun, is how I ended up here!"
Donut blinked and stared at the blonde soldier hiccupping happily at the foot of Donut's bed.
"Okay..."
The two sat in silence. Finally, Donut leaned forward.
"Hey Caboose?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna make out?"
Caboose tapped his chin for a moment, as if her were trying to decipher the meaning of the words. Slowly, a grin spread across his face.
"Sure!"
Donut was sure that this was the Best. Christmas. Ever.
~
You can fill in the rest =D!
Also, if catc10 is reading this journal... this one's for you!
I couldn't get my mouse to work on the boat, but I'll finish this thing soon!!
I hope everyone had a great set of holidays, and I'm looking forward to spending the new year with you all!
Yup, I was one very green and burbly little lady.
I'd like to say that this didn't interfere with my plans, but alas! It's difficult to think sexy when you've just finished contemplating the unfortunate return of your dinner. However, that just makes me even more eager to get everything back to where I'd planned it to be!
1) Finish the fanfic100 fics for Tommy. I swear to god, I'll get them done this year. It's just 200 words a week... right?
2) Learn to write better smut. I just can't seem to write consistently good porn. It's something I need to improve on.
3) Finish all the unfinished stuff that I've started! I've got a humungous list of things that I want to write.
And, to make this post fandom relevant, because the lot of you've totally been waiting up at night for this (oh who'm I kidding?)...
Just some preview fic and art for the faithful. It's unbeta'd and written on the fly, but I hope it catches your eye!
Walter finds the white-haired kid curled up in the questionable shelter of his back yard. It's a wonder the boy hadn't frozen to death, what with the snow that had been falling for the last half hour, so Walt immediately slings the boy over his shoulder and carries him inside the house. He notices the spandex, but right now, he honestly couldn't care less. He just can't be bothered to be Sasquatch, high-ranking member of Omega Flight. No, right now, he's just Walter Langowski and fuck the rules about army protocols and mutants and goddamned illegal aliens. There's a kid who's clammy and pale and freezing cradled in his arms who needs to get warmed up.
Walter trudges through the snow and doesn't look back.
~
And second, for my RvB peoples
"I do not know where I am right now, but I do not think I mind too much!"
Caboose swayed slightly in his chair, holding a mostly empty bottle of beer. He wasn't quite sure why he was holding it, but something told him that it was very important that he not drop it. Actually, someone had told him that.
Did Church's rules count when Church was passed out on the floor?
Caboose wasn't sure. Idly, he murmered to himself.
"The room is very pretty right now. It is swaaaaaying and daaaaaaaaancing and it is very pretty. I think... I like it!"
He giggled happily, then glanced around again. Yes, Church was collapsed on the floor and Tucker was leaning over the table, propped up on his elbows. With the deliberate care of the very drunk, Caboose waved his hand in the air that was five inches to the left of the dark-skinned man's face. No response.
Well then.
Caboose swallowed the rest of the beer in his bottle and set it on the table. Then, he proceeded to get up and walk out of the Blue base's kitchen. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but ... he felt like singing. Suddenly, inspiration struck.
"Maybe the Reds will sing with me!"
~
"And that, Mister Sticky Bun, is how I ended up here!"
Donut blinked and stared at the blonde soldier hiccupping happily at the foot of Donut's bed.
"Okay..."
The two sat in silence. Finally, Donut leaned forward.
"Hey Caboose?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna make out?"
Caboose tapped his chin for a moment, as if her were trying to decipher the meaning of the words. Slowly, a grin spread across his face.
"Sure!"
Donut was sure that this was the Best. Christmas. Ever.
~
You can fill in the rest =D!
Also, if catc10 is reading this journal... this one's for you!
I couldn't get my mouse to work on the boat, but I'll finish this thing soon!!
I hope everyone had a great set of holidays, and I'm looking forward to spending the new year with you all!