I am a horrible, horrible person to my Big Bangs
I spent the last three days on xmen_firstkink filling mainly Alex/Hank prompts. I just went through the meme again, to put all my fills on the fills post, and I found that I'd written 18 fics, most of them Alex/Hank. Though I did write three crossovers, one genfic, and one fic taking place during the X2 era which was Erik/Charles and Bobby/John, from Raven -- err -- Mystique's POV.
One of the crossovers involved the Old Spice Guy, another was Charles/Spock mindsex, and the third was Trelane trapping the XI crew and the pre-Divorce X-Men in a bar and forcing them to mingle on pain of death.
I have not been writing words in my BBs hardly at all (though I have written the first four scenes in an interlude in the You Teach Art? universe involving Bobby, Johnny, Thanksgiving, and coming out as mutant. Given they were supposed to be a background pairing, I've been a very bad girl.
I also need to do the working. Which I have not yet done. At all this month.
And I have a fish. I wanted to name him Erik (because of leandralocke's awesome shark!Erik fanfic -- seriously, go read it, now.), but he just didn't look like an Erik. Instead he looks like a Charles. Which fits, I suppose.
What happened to my life?
One of the crossovers involved the Old Spice Guy, another was Charles/Spock mindsex, and the third was Trelane trapping the XI crew and the pre-Divorce X-Men in a bar and forcing them to mingle on pain of death.
I have not been writing words in my BBs hardly at all (though I have written the first four scenes in an interlude in the You Teach Art? universe involving Bobby, Johnny, Thanksgiving, and coming out as mutant. Given they were supposed to be a background pairing, I've been a very bad girl.
I also need to do the working. Which I have not yet done. At all this month.
And I have a fish. I wanted to name him Erik (because of leandralocke's awesome shark!Erik fanfic -- seriously, go read it, now.), but he just didn't look like an Erik. Instead he looks like a Charles. Which fits, I suppose.
What happened to my life?