Fiction dump! :D :D
Okay. First of all, if someone could help me with this whole not showing up on anyone's flist thing, I'd REALLY appreciate it. I can't figure it out. D:
Second, sorry I haven't been updating. -shameshameshame- I'll try to post more, okies? Same goes for commenting.
ANYWAY, I have been writting a lot, mostly my own stuff, to A. practice and B. get the hang of my writing in my universe and for my characters. If you want any backstory or plottish things, just ask. Here goes:
Title: Exile
Summary: A little bit about Heaven and Hell, in my universe, and the people that rule them.
Rating: PG for semi-religious weirdness, innuendo, and overall oddness.
They said we were the first three to fall. They were wrong.
Back then, we were Samael, captain of the Host, and Azazel, his general. We were Eisheth Zenunium, forsaking our gender for the desires of our clients.
Poor Eisheth took Samael’s heart from Michael. For all his seductive charms he was innocent to the ways of seraphim. Samael could not protect him.
Poor Azazel lost her faith when she saw Samael beg Michael to spare Eisheth. She saw Eisheth cling to Samael’s great wings. She saw her Gabriel look away, shamed.
Only Lucifer fell.
Be’hel was pushed.
Asteroth jumped.
100 words, title not included.
Title: Foreword (working title, part of a bigger project-thing)
Summary: Azazel/Asteroth explains the stuff covered in the drabble, plus a little background on Heaven itself at the time. Some references to the other sextants (worlds, I guess? Not countries, there can be an infinite number of countries per sextant. Gaia is the one where all our countries are. Except Greenland, that's where Avalon is. Not realms, either. Two sextants make up a realm, and there are three realms: Rhyme, Reason, and Retribution. Rhyme has Avalon, where the fey and the elves are from, and Lemuria, where the pixies and doxies are from. Avalon is basically Greenland shoved up near Europe, and Lemuria is most of Antartica. Reason has Gaia, where humans live, and Atlantis, with nixies and the subspecies they made like mermaids, selkies, et cetera. Those pretty much take up the rest of the planet. Retribution has Heaven, obviously with angels, and hell, with all kinds of demons. These were originally where the Mariana Trench is now, but thanks to some powerful magic is floating in the atmosphere like a giant land-balloon. Yay worldbuilding?) and their politics.
Rating: PG-13 for heavy religious/political themes, talking about sex (baby), and so forth. May not actually provide any entertainment.
Foreword by Az
Do you want to know the real reason we were kicked out of Heaven?
Not all of us; not Lilith and Abaddon and Duma and Asmodeus and all them, because they left after we did and so I really can’t answer that. I mean, the three of us. The Triumvirate. Me, Luc, and Be’hel. It was because of love.
Luc and Be’hel were in love. Still are. Falling hasn’t really changed anything, except that Be’hel’s a guy all the time now and we’re all a bit more cynical. But, see, it wasn’t about them. It was about Michael.
Michael and Luc- sorry, Samael, that was way before Lucifer Morningstar even existed, really -were this big couple. I know it sounds odd, especially if you’re from Lemuria or Gaia, but it’s true even in Avalon (and Atlantis too, I guess, but you never really know what’s going on there), but Heaven’s different. They (and us too, same realm and all that) live long enough in a small enough space that they have to worry a lot more about population. So, women aren’t really that common, especially up on higher levels (there are hardly any female seraphim. I used to be one, I should know). Female angels are seen as sacred, I guess, and sort of, I don’t know, beyond sex? It doesn’t make much sense to me, seeing as I never really had to deal with that, but whatever. The point is that you were supposed to be discouraged from making babies. Plato kind of had the right concept with his idea of perfect love, and how it wasn’t supposed to be dictated by instinct to reproduce and all that (hence, between guys). Obviously, he didn’t know about hormones and pheromones and whatnot, but neither did Heaven, really. Anyways, the point is, it wasn’t weird for Michael and Samael to be together. The problem was that they broke up.
I’ll let the boys tell their story.
Title: Yesterday's Child
Summary: Lancelot (yes, that one) makes Morgan (le Fay. Yes. Her) an omelet. There is bonding and character development. Also squeeing. It might be a little hard to read, as I wrote it in first person in Morgan's head, and she's kinda... odd. Beware tangents, nonsequitors, a lack of punctuation, and stream of consciousness(ness?).
Rating: G. There's light romance and angst.
Oh my god I’m going to squeal or something because yay! He likes me! He likes me a little bit at least, now I’m going to tell you how I know because I do. Know. I know that he kind of does. Really!
I was sitting in my chair, you know the ones with the itty bitty skulls? It was late and I was hungry, so I was munching on some cereal (Cthul-O’s, in case you wanted to know which maybe you did), and I was kind of sad because I was thinking about Mordred and my brother and all that stuff that happened back then that made me sad, when he came downstairs! I didn’t really notice at first because I guess I was spaced out or something and not paying attention and maybe crying a little, I don’t remember. So I was sitting, and thinking, and maybe crying, and Lance came downstairs. He asked me what was wrong Morgan and why are you crying? I said that I was thinking sad things and I was lonely and he said not to be lonely because he was there to talk to me and I got a lot happier when he said that. I must’ve stopped crying, because I remember smiling and he said there that’s better, let me fix you something to eat and I said you can cook? A lemon and rosehip omelet would be really nice please. He told me that of course he can cook did I really think Nimue cooked breakfast when they were little and I laughed and said no but I thought they had cooks and maids and that their mom could’ve made omelets and he said that they had to learn to cook and stuff for homework and Nimue always made him do hers. I said sorry and he said don’t worry about it it came in handy when he was a grown up and would I like some sugar in my omelet? I did and so I said so and he smiled. His smile is really pretty, and it was a real smile, with his eyes and everything, not how he usually smiles when you can tell he’s thinking about something else. We were both in our jammies, so he was only wearing a tank top and boxers and so was I, only my shorts were shorter and my shirt had spaghetti straps, plus it was black and my shorts had purple skulls and bats because I liked them. I told him I didn’t know how to cook because I was a queen and then a duchess and then sleeping and then a queen again, and that was why I was eating cereal. He asked me why I didn’t have milk in my cereal and I said I liked dry cereal and he said oh well that’s okay then. He flipped my omelet and asked me what it was like being queen of Avalon and I said I don’t know what it’s not like and then I said kind of embarrassing, actually and he laughed. I never heard him laugh before and it was really nice and I told him his laugh was nice. He said that my laugh was lots prettier and I blushed because he makes me blush a lot. His eyes got sadder and he said he was sorry he hurt my feelings and I was really surprised he said that then. I told him not to worry and that I didn’t mean to make him feel guilty and he said yes but my sister does and that was cute. Then my eggs were done. He put them on a plate and brought them to me, and then sat next to me on my chair since it was a big chair, but we were still really close together and I wanted to kiss him but I don’t think he wanted me to. He gave me a fork and I said thanks and he said you’re welcome and I started to eat. It was really good! I said so and he said no you’re just really hungry and I giggled and said no and then it was quiet. He leaned back and put his arm around me and I was really happy! I leaned on his shoulder and smiled and he smiled back and we just sat there like that. It was nice. We were like that for a while then he whispered I like that I don’t always have to talk when I’m with you Morgan and I felt all warm inside and blushed. He squeezed my shoulder and said you’re kind of like my little sister but not, you know? And I said I know but really I didn’t because he wasn’t like my brother because you never want to kiss your brother, even if Morgause did it but she really didn’t want to, she only did it because it would make her plans go better. Then I realized he said but not, and that made it okay because he might still want to kiss me even if he didn’t want to right now. We didn’t talk for a while after that and I think we fell asleep because when I woke up the next morning I was in my bed and there was a note that said you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up so I carried you to your room have a good day I’ll see you later love Lance. I put it away special because it said love Lance, which doesn’t mean that he loves me necessarily but might and at least means he likes me. Then I got dressed and washed up so I could see him later. It was a really nice night and now I think we could be better friends and then who knows?
Title: Something, anything
Summary: Gareth (if anyone picks up on it, then yes, that Gareth) acccidentally gets drunk (they didn't have vodka in the sixth century. He thought it was fancy water, and, um, chugged the whole bottle) and Damien (future boyfriend of said Gareth) tries to take care of him. Awkward romance ensues.
Rating: Borderline R for underage (though it's set in London, so it's only a year or so, Gareth's will turn seventeen a few months after this takes place) drinking, language, boys fooling around, and a little throwing up. Feel free to skip this if you aren't into this sort of thing. :/
I cursed myself for getting this far. Despite all my best efforts, I was locked in a bathroom with a drunken boy who was making me feel all the things I tried to deny, all the things I tried to hide. The room was closing in on me, on me and him, and a lump rose in my throat as I fought my attraction, and I looked desperately for something, anything, to distract the both of us.
I found it.
His eyes were watering, and I remembered why I had brought him here in the first place. He gripped the toilet seat while I held back the locks of red-gold hair that were falling in his face. I did my best to ignore the heat of his neck. He gagged and I winced for him, I heard him wretch and saw the sick dribble down his chin onto his shirt. Bloody hell.
“Here, let’s get you out of that dirty thing, I won’t look, I promise…”
I wasn’t sure if I could keep that promise.
I handed him a stick of gum and tried to look away from his mouth as he chewed it.
“S’ok, you c’n look, I dun’ mind,” he slurred. “I wan’ you t’look.”
Fuck. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and I couldn’t help it, my eyes were drawn to the tattoo decorating his stomach and the cut of his muscles and the hint of boxers just above his trousers… I closed my eyes and unbuttoned my shirt. I had something on underneath, where he obviously didn’t. I shrugged it off and helped him into it, but then I noticed the glint in his eyes. It made me shiver. Here was all I wanted, all I couldn’t have, and I was reasonably certain I would’ve given everything up if he was sober. But it wasn’t worth it if he was going to forget everything and run away from me tomorrow, embarrassed, when I could wait and have him over and over again.
He leaned in and I felt his lips on my shoulder and my body couldn’t, wouldn’t, listen to reason any longer. My eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, but the boy in front of me.
“Gareth, not now, you’re not, I mean, it’s a bad, very bad, please… we can do this… later…”
“Shh, dun’ talk,” he spoke into my neck, his breath tickling the skin under my collar.
“No, I’m, nnn, serious, this isn’t, not now, not, uhn, good, you’re drunk,” I panted. “Gareth, stop!”
He pulled away and I regretted it instantly. I caught his eyes. There were tears welling in them.
“Thought you wan’ me,” he muttered. “’m sorry.”
Bloody fucking hell. He trembled and the tears began to roll down his cheeks. I reached out, without thinking, and wiped one away with my thumb.
“I did want you- I do want you. I just, fuck, it’s just not a good time, you know?”
He looked up, hopeful, and turned and caught my thumb… in his mouth…
Damn, but it felt good. I lost all will to resist as his tongue rolled over the nail, he was lightly biting and teasing and oh god I wanted it. Little moaning noises escaped my throat and his, I felt the vibrations on my finger and he grabbed my hand, pushing it up against his mouth and rubbing my palm. I pulled my hand back and replaced it with my mouth, kissing him as fiercely as he deserved, as he needed and I needed. My hands traveled to his back, his neck, his shoulders, his chest, mapping each little dip and raise in the smooth skin I found there. He gripped my back and fuck I needed more. I wanted sex, but somewhere in the back of my mind I was dimly aware of the repercussions that I would face if we were caught naked and vulnerable in Collin’s bathroom. Instead, I ground my hips into the thigh trapped between my legs. It wasn’t enough and he knew it and I thought I felt his fingers slowly, achingly, dance down past the waistband of my jeans when I heard a knock.
I froze and replaced my lips with a hand so he wouldn’t speak and give away our secret to whoever it was intruding on us.
“Damien? I need to use the bathroom!”
He started licking my palm. The bastard didn’t know when to quit.
“I’ll be a second, Gareth got sick!” I yelled back. I prayed fervently to anyone who’d listen that the girl on the other side wouldn’t think too hard about it.
“Don’t say a word about this,” I hissed. “I’ll take you home. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He nodded. He got what he wanted, and I hoped that would keep him happy until he sobered up.
“Where d’ I live?”
Fuck.
I should mention that the voice in my head kind of sounds like drunk!Gareth when I'm overtired in the morning. Accent and all. It kind of makes me giggle. XD
Okay, I was procrastinating and once wrote a giant chat between me and ALMOST EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN ZOMG.
Herein lies crack, but it might be fun, and if you want to know the characters more (especially the ones I haven't written about yet), enjoy. Just assume that every character that seems like they belong to Arthurian legend actually does. :P
-Me: Sup CHARACTARS?
Gawain: Is this some sort of Code on crack?
Myself: Yeah, no. I am teh author, and she is technically a self-insert.
Code: Like fuck I am. I am WELL WRITTEN, GODDAMNIT. >.<
Gawain: Fourth wall? Fourth wall? Anyone? Anyone?
Code: Haha, now you just broke the fourth wall. :P
Gawain: Yes, but I did so in a snarky manner.
Code: And that makes it okay.
Gawain: There is no fourth wall when talking to the author.
Code: There is no spoon. PNG.
Nimue: And now Lin and Gawain will quote for the next fifty pages.
Nimue: Only it’s worse because there are TWO Lindseys. oO
Nimue: That has to have broken at least one universe. XD
Gawain: DIVIDE BY ZERO O SHI-
Nimue: I will take your fucking sword away, I swear to god…
Damien: How come we weren’t invited to teh party?
I: It was an accident, le sorries. D:
Damien: YOU GOTTA FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARRRRTAY
Nimue: Oh god it’s contagious.
Yo: Mommy, Nimue’s being a braaattt!
Nimue: Shut up. :P
Her royal selfness: Don’t you be telling your creator to shut up. XD
Code: Holy shit you sound like my dad. oO
It is I!: He’s my dad too. ;o
Code: O RLY?
First person singular: YA RLY!
Code: NO WAI!
Teh writorr: Haha, it’s like I’m talking to myself. But another person.
Code: Like for serious.
The one known as Lindsey: Haha! Conversational masturbation!
Code: PNGZ I was gonna say that! :o
One-letter subject pronoun: So was I.
Code: Of course you were.
Master of the keyboard: It’s called telepathy…
Code: It’s called telepathy!
NotCode: I HEARD THAT!
Gawain: Teen Titans for the win. XDDD
Damien: Has Morgan or Lance said anything? Like at all? Ever?
Nimue: No. Code’s been talking to her alternate self and Gawain keeps quoting. Then you broke in and started singing.
Code: BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT HE DOES. XD
Nimue: And I’m pretty sure Gareth is lurking.
Gareth: And Nimue is being a brat.
She who wrote the words: Yeah, but she caught you. XD
Gareth: What gave it away?
Nimue: Damien is here. And god forbid he ever does anything without you.
Gareth: Yeah? Well fuck you, I’m a dragon.
Lin: Nice. XD
Gareth: Which Lin posted that?
Nimue: Does it matter?
Code: I can hurt you over the internets.
Gawain: IT’S A SERIES OF TUUUBES. :D
Nimue: Someone get Gawain off YTMND. Please.
Code: But he is teh funnay. D:
Nimue: No, you think he’s funny because you two have the EXACT SAME SENSE OF HUMOR. So you can spend HOURS quoting shit and being random and generally ANNOYING EVERYONE ELSE.
Gawain: You’re just pissy because Merlin’s not here.
Self: Oooh, SCATHE.
Gareth: Is it bitchy in here? I mean witty?
Nimue: So the quoting is genetic?
Gareth: Thankfully Gaheris doesn’t have it.
Code: What would he quote? The future?
Morgan: NOBODY WOULD GET IT. XD
Gareth: Png was that Morgan?
Code: No, it was me.
Gareth: No above you. -pokes-
Morgan: Hee. That tickles. :3
Gareth: Morgan!
Morgan: Hi ‘Rethy. ^^
Gareth: You can’t call me that. Only Damien can call me that. >.<
Damien: Aw. < 3 I love you too. :D
Nimue: Please take your fluff elsewhere as I am not in the mood. -.-‘
Merlin: S’wrong Nimmy?
Gawain: FUCKING FINALLY. I was worried for my safety. D:
Nimue: Yeah, that was appropriate.
Author of their destinies: Let’s NOT fight right now?
Gareth: Seconded.
Damien: Thirded.
Morgan: Um… Agreed.
Code: Thirded? XD
Damien: Shut up. >.<
Gawain: And yet Lance hasn’t even posted…
Code: I don’t think he knows how to. oO
Gawain: PRESS THE ENTER KEY, LANCE. XD
Lance: Screw you.
Morgan: Pngzorz he speaks! :o
Lance: Hey.
Gawain: And it seems he’s particularly verbose today. :P
Morgan: BE NICE. :K
Lance: I can take it.
Gareth: I could say something here. But I won’t.
Code: Congratulations, Gareth. Gold star!
Gareth: :D
Wielder of the eraser and delete key: So who else is missing?
Gareth: Aggravaine, Gaheris…
Code: Like everyone from the HC…
Damien: Camden, Yoshimi.
Gawain: And Merlin only posted once.
Merlin: A wizard did it. -shifty eyes-
Morgan: LAWLS. XD
Gawain: But a wizard did, indeed, do it. :o
Merlin: Twice.
Gawain: Thrice.
Merlin: Wow. :o
Gawain: FOUR TIMES.
Gawain: Mister Merlin you never cease to amaze me. :o
Merlin: I have that effect on some people.
Morgan: Haha, five times!
Gawain: Morgan can count. Give the girl a cookie. XD
Lance: Hey, not cool.
Nimue: Gawain’s being kind of an ass today.
Morgan: Nimue’s back! ;P
Gaheris: Gawain is never not an ass.
She controls the vertical: GAHERIS IS HERE O SHI-
Gareth: You can’t make the same joke twice. It just isn’t done. oO
Also the artist: But I didn’t say it the first time. D:
Gareth: Doesn’t matter. You fail.
Lazy writer: D: NOES.
Gareth: Yes.
Damien: Gareth, stop taunting the writer.
Should be scripting: S’okay, he’s not as bad as Dark.
Gawain: Agreed.
Not actually a character: Haha, when I RP with Dark she always mocks my characters.
Gareth: Fascinating.
Witty epithet for a pronoun: And by characters I mean you guys. :P
Merlin: OH NO SHE DIDN’T.
Gawain: Don’t make me snap my fingers in a Z-FOR-MAY-SHUN!
The imagination of your figments: She thought Morgan was high.
Nimue: Unsurprising.
Morgan: MEAN. D:
Writerly type: And that Code was a whiny know-it-all bizznatch.
Gawain: But… You ARE Code.
Isn't really Code: I KNOW.
Gawain: That hurts my brain. D:
Code: I AM NOT. >.<
Knows all the plots: Err… You actually are just a little. Because I am too. And that’s how I wrote you.
Gareth: Aaaand we’ve jumped the shark.
Thinks she's funny: But we’re not even up yet! XD
Gareth: Not my fault you suck.
Damien: Gareth… :/
Could probably do this for ages: Well, night then, guys.
Morgan: Night. ^^
Nimue: Night.
Gareth: Hey, it’s morning here. :K
Faintly embarrassed: Morning, then. Whatever.
Code: Byes. D:
Loser, baby: Talk later, okies?
Eheheh. -backs away-
And that's pretty much all that I've actually finished. No artings yet, sorry. Well, none on my computer, seeing as I forgot my tablet pen at home (I'm in Colorado right now) and don't really have a scanner on me. D:
Yeah. Colorado. Skiing vacation. I went yesterday, and kind of sprained my foot a little? Not sure, but it's feeling better. It started cramping, and I had to ski back to the hotel on it, and I woke up this morning with it completely sore. D: It was fun, though. I'm going to start snowboarding in a few days. Wish me luck!
I really needed this break from school. My grades? Kinda suffering. Boys? Awkward. Friends? Well, they're sick of school too. :P
I'm going to try to get caught up with everything this week and next.
Oh, and I have this cool assignment for art: it's an artist book. Basically, a collection of my work all with one theme. I chose evolution. Awesome Y/Y? I have a full page (and by that I mean 8" by 11") graphic of the introduction and first two chapters of The Origin of Species in an interesting color, if anyone wants it. It's fucking huge so I'll only upload it if someone asks. :P
And that's pretty much it. I'm working on a layout for Bellezza, by the way.
Next up? Resource post.
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone
You are an animal
The words I'm singing now
Mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound
D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying,
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
I don't want to live in this world anymore
I don't want to live in this world
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
Second, sorry I haven't been updating. -shameshameshame- I'll try to post more, okies? Same goes for commenting.
ANYWAY, I have been writting a lot, mostly my own stuff, to A. practice and B. get the hang of my writing in my universe and for my characters. If you want any backstory or plottish things, just ask. Here goes:
Title: Exile
Summary: A little bit about Heaven and Hell, in my universe, and the people that rule them.
Rating: PG for semi-religious weirdness, innuendo, and overall oddness.
They said we were the first three to fall. They were wrong.
Back then, we were Samael, captain of the Host, and Azazel, his general. We were Eisheth Zenunium, forsaking our gender for the desires of our clients.
Poor Eisheth took Samael’s heart from Michael. For all his seductive charms he was innocent to the ways of seraphim. Samael could not protect him.
Poor Azazel lost her faith when she saw Samael beg Michael to spare Eisheth. She saw Eisheth cling to Samael’s great wings. She saw her Gabriel look away, shamed.
Only Lucifer fell.
Be’hel was pushed.
Asteroth jumped.
100 words, title not included.
Title: Foreword (working title, part of a bigger project-thing)
Summary: Azazel/Asteroth explains the stuff covered in the drabble, plus a little background on Heaven itself at the time. Some references to the other sextants (worlds, I guess? Not countries, there can be an infinite number of countries per sextant. Gaia is the one where all our countries are. Except Greenland, that's where Avalon is. Not realms, either. Two sextants make up a realm, and there are three realms: Rhyme, Reason, and Retribution. Rhyme has Avalon, where the fey and the elves are from, and Lemuria, where the pixies and doxies are from. Avalon is basically Greenland shoved up near Europe, and Lemuria is most of Antartica. Reason has Gaia, where humans live, and Atlantis, with nixies and the subspecies they made like mermaids, selkies, et cetera. Those pretty much take up the rest of the planet. Retribution has Heaven, obviously with angels, and hell, with all kinds of demons. These were originally where the Mariana Trench is now, but thanks to some powerful magic is floating in the atmosphere like a giant land-balloon. Yay worldbuilding?) and their politics.
Rating: PG-13 for heavy religious/political themes, talking about sex (baby), and so forth. May not actually provide any entertainment.
Foreword by Az
Do you want to know the real reason we were kicked out of Heaven?
Not all of us; not Lilith and Abaddon and Duma and Asmodeus and all them, because they left after we did and so I really can’t answer that. I mean, the three of us. The Triumvirate. Me, Luc, and Be’hel. It was because of love.
Luc and Be’hel were in love. Still are. Falling hasn’t really changed anything, except that Be’hel’s a guy all the time now and we’re all a bit more cynical. But, see, it wasn’t about them. It was about Michael.
Michael and Luc- sorry, Samael, that was way before Lucifer Morningstar even existed, really -were this big couple. I know it sounds odd, especially if you’re from Lemuria or Gaia, but it’s true even in Avalon (and Atlantis too, I guess, but you never really know what’s going on there), but Heaven’s different. They (and us too, same realm and all that) live long enough in a small enough space that they have to worry a lot more about population. So, women aren’t really that common, especially up on higher levels (there are hardly any female seraphim. I used to be one, I should know). Female angels are seen as sacred, I guess, and sort of, I don’t know, beyond sex? It doesn’t make much sense to me, seeing as I never really had to deal with that, but whatever. The point is that you were supposed to be discouraged from making babies. Plato kind of had the right concept with his idea of perfect love, and how it wasn’t supposed to be dictated by instinct to reproduce and all that (hence, between guys). Obviously, he didn’t know about hormones and pheromones and whatnot, but neither did Heaven, really. Anyways, the point is, it wasn’t weird for Michael and Samael to be together. The problem was that they broke up.
I’ll let the boys tell their story.
Title: Yesterday's Child
Summary: Lancelot (yes, that one) makes Morgan (le Fay. Yes. Her) an omelet. There is bonding and character development. Also squeeing. It might be a little hard to read, as I wrote it in first person in Morgan's head, and she's kinda... odd. Beware tangents, nonsequitors, a lack of punctuation, and stream of consciousness(ness?).
Rating: G. There's light romance and angst.
Oh my god I’m going to squeal or something because yay! He likes me! He likes me a little bit at least, now I’m going to tell you how I know because I do. Know. I know that he kind of does. Really!
I was sitting in my chair, you know the ones with the itty bitty skulls? It was late and I was hungry, so I was munching on some cereal (Cthul-O’s, in case you wanted to know which maybe you did), and I was kind of sad because I was thinking about Mordred and my brother and all that stuff that happened back then that made me sad, when he came downstairs! I didn’t really notice at first because I guess I was spaced out or something and not paying attention and maybe crying a little, I don’t remember. So I was sitting, and thinking, and maybe crying, and Lance came downstairs. He asked me what was wrong Morgan and why are you crying? I said that I was thinking sad things and I was lonely and he said not to be lonely because he was there to talk to me and I got a lot happier when he said that. I must’ve stopped crying, because I remember smiling and he said there that’s better, let me fix you something to eat and I said you can cook? A lemon and rosehip omelet would be really nice please. He told me that of course he can cook did I really think Nimue cooked breakfast when they were little and I laughed and said no but I thought they had cooks and maids and that their mom could’ve made omelets and he said that they had to learn to cook and stuff for homework and Nimue always made him do hers. I said sorry and he said don’t worry about it it came in handy when he was a grown up and would I like some sugar in my omelet? I did and so I said so and he smiled. His smile is really pretty, and it was a real smile, with his eyes and everything, not how he usually smiles when you can tell he’s thinking about something else. We were both in our jammies, so he was only wearing a tank top and boxers and so was I, only my shorts were shorter and my shirt had spaghetti straps, plus it was black and my shorts had purple skulls and bats because I liked them. I told him I didn’t know how to cook because I was a queen and then a duchess and then sleeping and then a queen again, and that was why I was eating cereal. He asked me why I didn’t have milk in my cereal and I said I liked dry cereal and he said oh well that’s okay then. He flipped my omelet and asked me what it was like being queen of Avalon and I said I don’t know what it’s not like and then I said kind of embarrassing, actually and he laughed. I never heard him laugh before and it was really nice and I told him his laugh was nice. He said that my laugh was lots prettier and I blushed because he makes me blush a lot. His eyes got sadder and he said he was sorry he hurt my feelings and I was really surprised he said that then. I told him not to worry and that I didn’t mean to make him feel guilty and he said yes but my sister does and that was cute. Then my eggs were done. He put them on a plate and brought them to me, and then sat next to me on my chair since it was a big chair, but we were still really close together and I wanted to kiss him but I don’t think he wanted me to. He gave me a fork and I said thanks and he said you’re welcome and I started to eat. It was really good! I said so and he said no you’re just really hungry and I giggled and said no and then it was quiet. He leaned back and put his arm around me and I was really happy! I leaned on his shoulder and smiled and he smiled back and we just sat there like that. It was nice. We were like that for a while then he whispered I like that I don’t always have to talk when I’m with you Morgan and I felt all warm inside and blushed. He squeezed my shoulder and said you’re kind of like my little sister but not, you know? And I said I know but really I didn’t because he wasn’t like my brother because you never want to kiss your brother, even if Morgause did it but she really didn’t want to, she only did it because it would make her plans go better. Then I realized he said but not, and that made it okay because he might still want to kiss me even if he didn’t want to right now. We didn’t talk for a while after that and I think we fell asleep because when I woke up the next morning I was in my bed and there was a note that said you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up so I carried you to your room have a good day I’ll see you later love Lance. I put it away special because it said love Lance, which doesn’t mean that he loves me necessarily but might and at least means he likes me. Then I got dressed and washed up so I could see him later. It was a really nice night and now I think we could be better friends and then who knows?
Title: Something, anything
Summary: Gareth (if anyone picks up on it, then yes, that Gareth) acccidentally gets drunk (they didn't have vodka in the sixth century. He thought it was fancy water, and, um, chugged the whole bottle) and Damien (future boyfriend of said Gareth) tries to take care of him. Awkward romance ensues.
Rating: Borderline R for underage (though it's set in London, so it's only a year or so, Gareth's will turn seventeen a few months after this takes place) drinking, language, boys fooling around, and a little throwing up. Feel free to skip this if you aren't into this sort of thing. :/
I cursed myself for getting this far. Despite all my best efforts, I was locked in a bathroom with a drunken boy who was making me feel all the things I tried to deny, all the things I tried to hide. The room was closing in on me, on me and him, and a lump rose in my throat as I fought my attraction, and I looked desperately for something, anything, to distract the both of us.
I found it.
His eyes were watering, and I remembered why I had brought him here in the first place. He gripped the toilet seat while I held back the locks of red-gold hair that were falling in his face. I did my best to ignore the heat of his neck. He gagged and I winced for him, I heard him wretch and saw the sick dribble down his chin onto his shirt. Bloody hell.
“Here, let’s get you out of that dirty thing, I won’t look, I promise…”
I wasn’t sure if I could keep that promise.
I handed him a stick of gum and tried to look away from his mouth as he chewed it.
“S’ok, you c’n look, I dun’ mind,” he slurred. “I wan’ you t’look.”
Fuck. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and I couldn’t help it, my eyes were drawn to the tattoo decorating his stomach and the cut of his muscles and the hint of boxers just above his trousers… I closed my eyes and unbuttoned my shirt. I had something on underneath, where he obviously didn’t. I shrugged it off and helped him into it, but then I noticed the glint in his eyes. It made me shiver. Here was all I wanted, all I couldn’t have, and I was reasonably certain I would’ve given everything up if he was sober. But it wasn’t worth it if he was going to forget everything and run away from me tomorrow, embarrassed, when I could wait and have him over and over again.
He leaned in and I felt his lips on my shoulder and my body couldn’t, wouldn’t, listen to reason any longer. My eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, but the boy in front of me.
“Gareth, not now, you’re not, I mean, it’s a bad, very bad, please… we can do this… later…”
“Shh, dun’ talk,” he spoke into my neck, his breath tickling the skin under my collar.
“No, I’m, nnn, serious, this isn’t, not now, not, uhn, good, you’re drunk,” I panted. “Gareth, stop!”
He pulled away and I regretted it instantly. I caught his eyes. There were tears welling in them.
“Thought you wan’ me,” he muttered. “’m sorry.”
Bloody fucking hell. He trembled and the tears began to roll down his cheeks. I reached out, without thinking, and wiped one away with my thumb.
“I did want you- I do want you. I just, fuck, it’s just not a good time, you know?”
He looked up, hopeful, and turned and caught my thumb… in his mouth…
Damn, but it felt good. I lost all will to resist as his tongue rolled over the nail, he was lightly biting and teasing and oh god I wanted it. Little moaning noises escaped my throat and his, I felt the vibrations on my finger and he grabbed my hand, pushing it up against his mouth and rubbing my palm. I pulled my hand back and replaced it with my mouth, kissing him as fiercely as he deserved, as he needed and I needed. My hands traveled to his back, his neck, his shoulders, his chest, mapping each little dip and raise in the smooth skin I found there. He gripped my back and fuck I needed more. I wanted sex, but somewhere in the back of my mind I was dimly aware of the repercussions that I would face if we were caught naked and vulnerable in Collin’s bathroom. Instead, I ground my hips into the thigh trapped between my legs. It wasn’t enough and he knew it and I thought I felt his fingers slowly, achingly, dance down past the waistband of my jeans when I heard a knock.
I froze and replaced my lips with a hand so he wouldn’t speak and give away our secret to whoever it was intruding on us.
“Damien? I need to use the bathroom!”
He started licking my palm. The bastard didn’t know when to quit.
“I’ll be a second, Gareth got sick!” I yelled back. I prayed fervently to anyone who’d listen that the girl on the other side wouldn’t think too hard about it.
“Don’t say a word about this,” I hissed. “I’ll take you home. We’ll talk in the morning.”
He nodded. He got what he wanted, and I hoped that would keep him happy until he sobered up.
“Where d’ I live?”
Fuck.
I should mention that the voice in my head kind of sounds like drunk!Gareth when I'm overtired in the morning. Accent and all. It kind of makes me giggle. XD
Okay, I was procrastinating and once wrote a giant chat between me and ALMOST EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN ZOMG.
Herein lies crack, but it might be fun, and if you want to know the characters more (especially the ones I haven't written about yet), enjoy. Just assume that every character that seems like they belong to Arthurian legend actually does. :P
-Me: Sup CHARACTARS?
Gawain: Is this some sort of Code on crack?
Myself: Yeah, no. I am teh author, and she is technically a self-insert.
Code: Like fuck I am. I am WELL WRITTEN, GODDAMNIT. >.<
Gawain: Fourth wall? Fourth wall? Anyone? Anyone?
Code: Haha, now you just broke the fourth wall. :P
Gawain: Yes, but I did so in a snarky manner.
Code: And that makes it okay.
Gawain: There is no fourth wall when talking to the author.
Code: There is no spoon. PNG.
Nimue: And now Lin and Gawain will quote for the next fifty pages.
Nimue: Only it’s worse because there are TWO Lindseys. oO
Nimue: That has to have broken at least one universe. XD
Gawain: DIVIDE BY ZERO O SHI-
Nimue: I will take your fucking sword away, I swear to god…
Damien: How come we weren’t invited to teh party?
I: It was an accident, le sorries. D:
Damien: YOU GOTTA FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARRRRTAY
Nimue: Oh god it’s contagious.
Yo: Mommy, Nimue’s being a braaattt!
Nimue: Shut up. :P
Her royal selfness: Don’t you be telling your creator to shut up. XD
Code: Holy shit you sound like my dad. oO
It is I!: He’s my dad too. ;o
Code: O RLY?
First person singular: YA RLY!
Code: NO WAI!
Teh writorr: Haha, it’s like I’m talking to myself. But another person.
Code: Like for serious.
The one known as Lindsey: Haha! Conversational masturbation!
Code: PNGZ I was gonna say that! :o
One-letter subject pronoun: So was I.
Code: Of course you were.
Master of the keyboard: It’s called telepathy…
Code: It’s called telepathy!
NotCode: I HEARD THAT!
Gawain: Teen Titans for the win. XDDD
Damien: Has Morgan or Lance said anything? Like at all? Ever?
Nimue: No. Code’s been talking to her alternate self and Gawain keeps quoting. Then you broke in and started singing.
Code: BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT HE DOES. XD
Nimue: And I’m pretty sure Gareth is lurking.
Gareth: And Nimue is being a brat.
She who wrote the words: Yeah, but she caught you. XD
Gareth: What gave it away?
Nimue: Damien is here. And god forbid he ever does anything without you.
Gareth: Yeah? Well fuck you, I’m a dragon.
Lin: Nice. XD
Gareth: Which Lin posted that?
Nimue: Does it matter?
Code: I can hurt you over the internets.
Gawain: IT’S A SERIES OF TUUUBES. :D
Nimue: Someone get Gawain off YTMND. Please.
Code: But he is teh funnay. D:
Nimue: No, you think he’s funny because you two have the EXACT SAME SENSE OF HUMOR. So you can spend HOURS quoting shit and being random and generally ANNOYING EVERYONE ELSE.
Gawain: You’re just pissy because Merlin’s not here.
Self: Oooh, SCATHE.
Gareth: Is it bitchy in here? I mean witty?
Nimue: So the quoting is genetic?
Gareth: Thankfully Gaheris doesn’t have it.
Code: What would he quote? The future?
Morgan: NOBODY WOULD GET IT. XD
Gareth: Png was that Morgan?
Code: No, it was me.
Gareth: No above you. -pokes-
Morgan: Hee. That tickles. :3
Gareth: Morgan!
Morgan: Hi ‘Rethy. ^^
Gareth: You can’t call me that. Only Damien can call me that. >.<
Damien: Aw. < 3 I love you too. :D
Nimue: Please take your fluff elsewhere as I am not in the mood. -.-‘
Merlin: S’wrong Nimmy?
Gawain: FUCKING FINALLY. I was worried for my safety. D:
Nimue: Yeah, that was appropriate.
Author of their destinies: Let’s NOT fight right now?
Gareth: Seconded.
Damien: Thirded.
Morgan: Um… Agreed.
Code: Thirded? XD
Damien: Shut up. >.<
Gawain: And yet Lance hasn’t even posted…
Code: I don’t think he knows how to. oO
Gawain: PRESS THE ENTER KEY, LANCE. XD
Lance: Screw you.
Morgan: Pngzorz he speaks! :o
Lance: Hey.
Gawain: And it seems he’s particularly verbose today. :P
Morgan: BE NICE. :K
Lance: I can take it.
Gareth: I could say something here. But I won’t.
Code: Congratulations, Gareth. Gold star!
Gareth: :D
Wielder of the eraser and delete key: So who else is missing?
Gareth: Aggravaine, Gaheris…
Code: Like everyone from the HC…
Damien: Camden, Yoshimi.
Gawain: And Merlin only posted once.
Merlin: A wizard did it. -shifty eyes-
Morgan: LAWLS. XD
Gawain: But a wizard did, indeed, do it. :o
Merlin: Twice.
Gawain: Thrice.
Merlin: Wow. :o
Gawain: FOUR TIMES.
Gawain: Mister Merlin you never cease to amaze me. :o
Merlin: I have that effect on some people.
Morgan: Haha, five times!
Gawain: Morgan can count. Give the girl a cookie. XD
Lance: Hey, not cool.
Nimue: Gawain’s being kind of an ass today.
Morgan: Nimue’s back! ;P
Gaheris: Gawain is never not an ass.
She controls the vertical: GAHERIS IS HERE O SHI-
Gareth: You can’t make the same joke twice. It just isn’t done. oO
Also the artist: But I didn’t say it the first time. D:
Gareth: Doesn’t matter. You fail.
Lazy writer: D: NOES.
Gareth: Yes.
Damien: Gareth, stop taunting the writer.
Should be scripting: S’okay, he’s not as bad as Dark.
Gawain: Agreed.
Not actually a character: Haha, when I RP with Dark she always mocks my characters.
Gareth: Fascinating.
Witty epithet for a pronoun: And by characters I mean you guys. :P
Merlin: OH NO SHE DIDN’T.
Gawain: Don’t make me snap my fingers in a Z-FOR-MAY-SHUN!
The imagination of your figments: She thought Morgan was high.
Nimue: Unsurprising.
Morgan: MEAN. D:
Writerly type: And that Code was a whiny know-it-all bizznatch.
Gawain: But… You ARE Code.
Isn't really Code: I KNOW.
Gawain: That hurts my brain. D:
Code: I AM NOT. >.<
Knows all the plots: Err… You actually are just a little. Because I am too. And that’s how I wrote you.
Gareth: Aaaand we’ve jumped the shark.
Thinks she's funny: But we’re not even up yet! XD
Gareth: Not my fault you suck.
Damien: Gareth… :/
Could probably do this for ages: Well, night then, guys.
Morgan: Night. ^^
Nimue: Night.
Gareth: Hey, it’s morning here. :K
Faintly embarrassed: Morning, then. Whatever.
Code: Byes. D:
Loser, baby: Talk later, okies?
Eheheh. -backs away-
And that's pretty much all that I've actually finished. No artings yet, sorry. Well, none on my computer, seeing as I forgot my tablet pen at home (I'm in Colorado right now) and don't really have a scanner on me. D:
Yeah. Colorado. Skiing vacation. I went yesterday, and kind of sprained my foot a little? Not sure, but it's feeling better. It started cramping, and I had to ski back to the hotel on it, and I woke up this morning with it completely sore. D: It was fun, though. I'm going to start snowboarding in a few days. Wish me luck!
I really needed this break from school. My grades? Kinda suffering. Boys? Awkward. Friends? Well, they're sick of school too. :P
I'm going to try to get caught up with everything this week and next.
Oh, and I have this cool assignment for art: it's an artist book. Basically, a collection of my work all with one theme. I chose evolution. Awesome Y/Y? I have a full page (and by that I mean 8" by 11") graphic of the introduction and first two chapters of The Origin of Species in an interesting color, if anyone wants it. It's fucking huge so I'll only upload it if someone asks. :P
And that's pretty much it. I'm working on a layout for Bellezza, by the way.
Next up? Resource post.
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone
You are an animal
The words I'm singing now
Mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound
D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying,
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
D, world destruction
Over and overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
I don't want to live in this world anymore
I don't want to live in this world
Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around