(A work in progress, hahaha)

The majority of these links go to Archive of Our Own, since that's where they're most likely to be finished and proofread and so on. And in case there's ever any question, my policy on transformative works is Knock yourself out. Remixes, art, podfic, tinkering around in the universes; it's all fair game. Just drop ( Read more... )

There are some insane stories I come up with, and blame on my Insomnia Demons. There are a few stories which come about as the result of Nap Demons. Stretching out on the sofa, hoping for a little half-hour rest, and then the next thing I know, I'm sitting up at 2 in the morning, going "Bwuzzuh ( Read more... )

This one is Ouran Host Club-ish, Mori-centric. I'm calling this universe the Anti-Blackbird, and it is a terrible, miserable place. Which is why I haven't cleaned up the verb tense wackery or tightened up the lousy narrative toward the end, where my brain fell apart and started pasting up words at random.

( 9. It's Christmas, and Mori is quickly learning that the only thing worse than out of town business trips is accidentally running into your ex, who's staying at the same hotel. )

So I've been squirreling around in old fic folders, and found a funny little treat. Unfinished sketch, going nowhere, but it tickled me.

Title: Wasted
Ouran High School Host Club
Ootori Kyouya, Fujioka Haruji
Rated for general audiences

( In which Kyouya accidentally overindulges )

Hm, was digging through old journals last night (until waaay too late), and I'd totally forgotten about all these little Bootcamp snippets I'd hoarded. Thought I might do something with them eventually, but all the burners on my stove are overfull as it is.

So.

1. Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Roy

( 15-minute limit exercise )

Oooh, I have such an abundance of yummy comments to reply to, and promise to tackle them soon! But this thing latched onto my brain like an alien parasite as soon as I came home, and you know how that is ( Read more... )

( The Crane, Part 2: In Which Haruhi Appears. )

( Crotchety Scribbler Preamble )

This stuff has been sitting around on my hard drive forever. I'm only posting it to distract myself from this really weird story that's just....I dunno, pestering me to death, lately. The writing hiatus still isn't officially over. I just have 25 pages of handwritten notes on this thing, churned out over five days, because it won't shut up. But ( Read more... )

This would be a remix of a prompt-fic from last November's Haikubabble Challenge The original sketch, Uninvited, Unannounced was a small simple story, which exploded beyond the bounds of all sense and any reasonable time-limit. And like a lot of my dubious inspirations, it wouldn't go away no matter how much I ignored it ( Read more... )