YEAH it is. Officially twelve minutes into Christmas, like six hours and/or a lifetime into the drunk tank. Have I told y'all lately that I love you?

This is specifically for vega_ofthe_lyre, who might not've done yuletide but still deserves ALL OF THE GIFTS, because I love her and because she is the best of the best of the best. So without further ado: a très ( Read more... )

don't bite; i'm baiting you 
Borja Theatrical Studios AU, Lucrezia/Cesare, NC-17. I wasn't intending porn, but it happened. Bless. Happy Valentine's Day to Emma, my valentine, plus candy hearts for disco_vendetta who wanted more of them anyway, and much love to all. No better way to express.

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THINGS HAPPENED ON MY TV TONIGHT.

NO WORDS JUST FLAIL.

In the meantime, have a theater!au film-noir flail. IT'SREALLYSELFINDULGENT WHAT OF IT. Blame Emma. I think I shall, a bit.

xoxo.

sparkle and burn and take your time
Borja Theatrical Studios AU, PG-13, ~2300

( She looks the part in the clothes, though, and the best thing he can do is do the same. )

I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT WHAT I CHOOSE TO BE SOMETIMES.

God. Only for you, Emma. (IT'S HER FAULT, YOU GUYS. I MAKE HORRIBLE PUNS ABOUT TEENAGE DREAM AND SHE SAYS THINGS LIKE "BUILT A FORT OUT OF SHEETS" AND THEN, SOME 800 WORDS LATER...)

this is a crack-founded existence, my brain hurts, I need to write a letter because that is my essay homework ( Read more... )

So, December is coming to an end, and while Borgia fic winter shall carry on (and on) (and ON), I feel that I shall have slightly less of an excuse to post self-indulgent Christmasfic; however, as today is the last day of December and as yesterday Tumblr decided to grace me with pictures of François in knitwear (ffffffffff), I felt that it was ( Read more... )

This is a short fiction evening, aka: I am starting to get back into my Borgia Theatrical headspace with a vengeance, and/but there are three different Huge Things I want to write and I went into shock/crisis/overwhelm earlier in the evening when trying to figure out what to do with my life, with them. In any case, though, I'm in a passion of a ( Read more... )

you could do so much better (you said it in your letter)
R, rated for grief!sex. ~5500 words why and how.
THEATER-DYNASTY CRACK AU: Lucrezia, August to December after Alfonso Bisceglie's assassination, all the way up to Christmas, wherein you realise that actually this is ridiculous/emotionally-self-indulgent holiday fic. I make no apologies for ( Read more... )

the lark (that sings so out of tune)
young!Lucrezia personal canon-of the THEATER-DYNASTY CRACK AU variety. For vega_ofthe_lyre because what do you give a friend who's having a bad set of days? That's right: the most inexplicable/situationally inappropriate (although what is this situation, as such, who can say) fluff evah~
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By the age of sixteen, she has ( Read more... )

I'm going to try to explain this project, if you can call it such, as best I can. Because this, like so much of this winter, can be blamed on vega_ofthe_lyre. Also, François, Holliday, and the faces they both possess. Whatareyougonnado.

( BORJA THEATRICAL STUDIOS: a crack primer )