Art Masterpost: The dead girl, Crush and the other guy
Title: The dead girl, Crush and the other guy
Rating: PG_13
Genre: urban fantasy
Pairings: het and slash, but mostly gen
Warnings: violence, magic
Current Word Count: 20.474
Author: creepylicious
Artist: chibifukurou
Beta: I have one
Summary: This story's about a girl that wakes up dead and figures she's now a zombie, by ruling out all the other undead creatures, Crush - who is sharing his body with a demon since birth and Alec who had no idea his crazy witch-grandmother would be of some help with his love-life - but the last part is up for discussion anyway. Also about heart-jars - how they are made and what you can use them for.
Excerpt:
“So, I have this thing,” Alec says out of the blue not looking at Crush.
“A thing? Like a sexual crisis thing?” he asks stealing a french fry from Alec's plate.
“No, more like a heart in a jar thing,” Alec answers, trying to sound nonchalantly but failing.
“A heart in a jar?”
“Yes, or that's what my grandmother says it is. A heart in a jar. She has no idea what it's for, but I think you might know,” Alec says and he does look at Crush then.
“Me?”
“Yes, you because you have some of them as well.”
“Were you looking through my stuff?” he asks, taking another fry from Alec's plate.
“I stumbled upon them. They aren't exactly hidden, you know.”
“They are in my bedroom.”
“I was curious how it looks like?”
“You wanted to check out how good my bed is?” Crush asks, stealing another fry, he should have get some himself.
Alec smacks his fingers lightly. “I didn't want to check out how good your bed it.” He rolls his eyes again. “And stop deflecting.”
“I'm not. I think you checking out my bedroom is a thing we should talk about in length.”
“You would.” Alec shoves the plate over the table and takes a sip of his soda.
Notes: There is cross-dressing, but it's not a thing - not in a sexual way. Alec is dark-skinned in my head, but it's not really mentioned explicitly. Dialogue heavy, I guess. People talk a lot in my world.
I would love a picture of the heart-jar...
Copyright Notice: My literary property.
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Rating: PG_13
Genre: urban fantasy
Pairings: het and slash, but mostly gen
Warnings: violence, magic
Current Word Count: 20.474
Author: creepylicious
Artist: chibifukurou
Beta: I have one
Summary: This story's about a girl that wakes up dead and figures she's now a zombie, by ruling out all the other undead creatures, Crush - who is sharing his body with a demon since birth and Alec who had no idea his crazy witch-grandmother would be of some help with his love-life - but the last part is up for discussion anyway. Also about heart-jars - how they are made and what you can use them for.
Excerpt:
“So, I have this thing,” Alec says out of the blue not looking at Crush.
“A thing? Like a sexual crisis thing?” he asks stealing a french fry from Alec's plate.
“No, more like a heart in a jar thing,” Alec answers, trying to sound nonchalantly but failing.
“A heart in a jar?”
“Yes, or that's what my grandmother says it is. A heart in a jar. She has no idea what it's for, but I think you might know,” Alec says and he does look at Crush then.
“Me?”
“Yes, you because you have some of them as well.”
“Were you looking through my stuff?” he asks, taking another fry from Alec's plate.
“I stumbled upon them. They aren't exactly hidden, you know.”
“They are in my bedroom.”
“I was curious how it looks like?”
“You wanted to check out how good my bed is?” Crush asks, stealing another fry, he should have get some himself.
Alec smacks his fingers lightly. “I didn't want to check out how good your bed it.” He rolls his eyes again. “And stop deflecting.”
“I'm not. I think you checking out my bedroom is a thing we should talk about in length.”
“You would.” Alec shoves the plate over the table and takes a sip of his soda.
Notes: There is cross-dressing, but it's not a thing - not in a sexual way. Alec is dark-skinned in my head, but it's not really mentioned explicitly. Dialogue heavy, I guess. People talk a lot in my world.
I would love a picture of the heart-jar...
Copyright Notice: My literary property.
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