A/N: WTF? Another one? I work too damn much. Especially pissed about this at the moment. They scheduled me for Halloween night, and I put in for that day off as soon as I started working. I don't work Halloween night. Bastards. My ass is calling in. My poor original work is never going to get that final rewrite. Blah, writing stress. Probably doesn ( Read more... )

A/N: So this is how it's going down...

I'm writing Survivor's Guilt during my free time. That means it's sharing writing time with an original project in third draft stages and crits I have to get out to critpartners. 809 is being written while I'm at work. And I'm Always. At. Work.

So, um, sorry? Survivor's Guilt makes me feel guilty. It feels like ( Read more... )

A/N: So there I was. Working on Survivor's Guilt. Minding my own dorky business. I'm looking at prompts for the next chapter's ficlet. I wanted to use
psycocatgirl 's prompt, but the plotting process takes me to perverted places. and the next chapter of Survivor's Guilt already has some all-out stitchpunk sex. >.>

So I start looking at the other prompts. There ( Read more... )

9 stood out in the rain until it drenched him. He was covered in water; his burlap was dark with the stuff. When he trudged back inside he left a drippy, wet trail in his wake. His outsides were sodden and soaked through and somehow he had never felt lighter.

5 was in the front vestibule, behind the radiator. 9 knew he was there. He didn’t know ( Read more... )

And they thought he was stupid.

8 wasn’t stupid. 2 was stupid. 2 was old and weak.

7 wasn’t weak, but she was still stupid. Threatening 1. Looking after those stupid twins.

Yes, 3 and 4 were definitely stupid. They couldn’t even talk. All that stupid clicking and flickering.

8 was better than that. 8 could use words. Well, ( Read more... )

  “5!” 7 was quick. Really quick. One moment 9 and 5 were standing in the entrance to the Children’s Reading Nook, the next 5 wasn’t there, but rather a short distance behind 9 - having been knocked to the floor by an overzealous hug. “It’s true! I can’t believe it. I saw 1, but it was hard to believe - What took you two so long!” 7 turned on 9 who ( Read more... )

A/N: My novelette has been sent off - and a full day before its deadline at that. Whew! So, in celebration, here's more 9 slash fic featuring, *gasp* actual slash.

Previous installments are here, here, and here.

Survivor's Guilt
3/?

It was familiar in an odd sort of way. When 9 had first met 5 it had been a lot like this - only 9 had been the one ( Read more... )

A/N: Ah, my last update before I have to venture back to the real world. Back to work. Blah. Hopefully, I won't be that slow. I have a piece of original work I need to send off before a deadline, but it's mostly finished - which means I have no current writing project with strict deadlines once aforementioned piece of original work is off my hands ( Read more... )

A/N: So as 9 was nearing it's climax, I thought to myself, "Oh, they're all going to be fine. Everyone who died is going to be brought back. Neat." Sure, bringing everyone back is cheap, but at this point they've set everything up for the characters to be revived. I mean, they'd have to go OUT OF THEIR WAY to NOT bring them back. I'm sure you can ( Read more... )

A/N: So, I went and saw 9, and on the way home I thought to myself... If there's not a thread on /coq/ for this, I'm gonna start one. There needs to be stitchpunk slash in the world. So I did. Then I wrote some. Then the hydrocodine from after the surgery to remove that back molar wore off and I wondered what the hell I had done.

But, like a bastard ( Read more... )