That meme about posting lines from your fic--lostakasha twisted it and posted lines from fic she hasn't posted, and I thought it was a cool idea
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You're going to do SOMETHING with that Angel/Connor. Jesus fucking Christ. Please, J. Don't just leave that doodle a...doodle. MAKE IT THE MONA LISA for godsake.
I got this idea for A/Connor that I think works for me. I will write it some day and it can be mona lisa-y, or at least mona lisa-y in my sight.
After that maybe I can write the gratuitous porn. Because that's all this bit is--there's no plot to bring a deeper meaning to it, or anything. Which is fine, but difficult for me to write, and even harder for me to share and not feel weird.
Wait, you lost me, and I am confused. You have how many C/A ideas? Of which this is a part of, or not a part of, or what the heck?
This stands alone fine, in terms of the set up. You don't need any more intro. to it, it's clear that Angel has been treading dirty water with Connor and that Connor is - well, a horny teenager with anger and Daddy issues who would like to make Angel put his money where his uh, parts are.
It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
Okay so after that, Angel makes him go to the bedroom and get naked there, and Angel stands in the living room. Very carefully takes off his coat, lays it over a chair. Unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. Considers throwing said chair across the room or ripping it apart with his hands. Considers staking himself with the pieces.
But Connor's in there waiting, so Angel finally goes into the bedroom, and Connor's in there naked, on the bed, and he looks so fucking vulnerable there, curved in on himself like a hermit shell, deceptively soft looking and pearly in the warm light.
So Angel goes over there, drops a heavy hand on his neck, maybe calls him sweetheart, and strokes him nape to tailbone. Connor's moving into the touch like a feline, an Angel moans out of him, and Angel says something like, You know what I want you to call me. And Connor just gives him this bitch of a smile and says, Make me. So
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Is it wrong that my favorite is 7. A/S long, multi-chaptered, CRACK, human, AU, backstory, which actually means William/Liam. With like, poetry reading.?
Yes, I didn't think so.
And this is quite pretty: First born sons, rivers of blood, and letting his people go. Hands tighten. Weight lifts from Angel’s eyes, not enough to make them light, but enough, for now. She is bathed in the lime of a lemon moon, and out of a pool of bright, her arm lifts to his face, to gives him this. A lady in a lake gave divine kingship, birthright.
They look up, buoyed. The stars are floating in the sky like rain rescued on spiders’ webs.
But, I love you for your wrongness. hahaha. No, I can't believe the hours of entertainment that fic provides me. And yet I don't know if I could ever bear to inflict it on my flist. *casts about, with moon eyes*
Oh, and I'm glad you like those lines! That's my pretty writing fic. As opposed to all the PORN.
HI! Oh good lord, I need to read War Stories, I'm saving it up like the last bottle of Dad's startlingly potable merlot that's sitting down in the cellar, except that's really not a good simile because your fiction is, I daresay, better, if we're comparing apples to oranges, than anything that has yet come out of the Bathtub Winery. By quite a lot.
I love your fiction. I sniff. I sip. Apparently, I get quite inarticulately drunk on a little over two pages........
Here, I shall hiccup you my favourite quotes:
If you want to know how Buffy got on her backside with Faith at her cunt and Angel and Spike kissing each other across her breasts, this dark apartment in Cleveland is probably the wrong place for you.
Whoop! One cheap gimick, superbly executed.
Stop breathing like that! I’m not hurting you. Stop pretending! Stop acting like you’re a man because you’re not. You think a soul gives you that?
So bloody subversive.
everything but the, "Connor," baby, "I thought you said you studied hard;" don't lie to me, now; I'm your
( ... )
Connor’s face fell, the defeat imperceptible, but there. He looked all at once scared and confused and vulnerable, younger than seemed right for his age--as if he wasn't young enough already to be wrong. His hands fell away, firm, strong man’s hands, looking strangely useless now.
“Good boy,” Angel told him quietly. “Now, undress.”
Whuf: gutpunch. Terrible, disturbing writing, tkp, and I mean that as a compliment. Your timing is perfect and cruel. I hope you keep going with this, just to find out what it needs to be. I'm curious.
I find it interesting how writing incest presently has something to do with empowerment.
huh. It didn't really occur to me that that was gutpunchy, but someone above said the same. Thanks. There's more to this, but it's gratuitous porn that I'm not going to post until I get better at writing porn.
With me, writing incest really only has to do with the fact that it turns me on.
Oh, I'm itching to read those. Well, not the Connor/Angel because that's one squick I can't get over, nor do I want to (DeepaD's wonderful story aside). But I can't wait for the next installments of War Stories and Best Souvenir, and I didn't even know you're writing Cordy/Angel (did I mention I'm a C/A shipper at heart?). And the long B/A, and the phone thing also sound mouth-wateringly (if that's a word) great. Hoping for fic posts soon, yes.
Thank you! You're free to squick on Connor/Angel all you want; I totally get that. The Cordelia/Angel came completely out of left field--yeah, you've said you ship C/A, but I completely do *not*! But there are Things that can be done with this, and this piece was born in my head and then my heart found a place to love the 'ship, because there's some really aching beauty there. And snark! Anyway, I hope some of these things get posted too . . . the War Stories one is very near finished, but it's a very rough draft I've been ripping my hair out over forever.
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BEG HER TO FINISH THIS FUCKING THING.
Kthxbi.
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*pokes you to write more* Oh, and post that other fic you sent me. FUCK IS SO GOOD.
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You're going to do SOMETHING with that Angel/Connor. Jesus fucking Christ. Please, J. Don't just leave that doodle a...doodle. MAKE IT THE MONA LISA for godsake.
*on knees*
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After that maybe I can write the gratuitous porn. Because that's all this bit is--there's no plot to bring a deeper meaning to it, or anything. Which is fine, but difficult for me to write, and even harder for me to share and not feel weird.
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This stands alone fine, in terms of the set up. You don't need any more intro. to it, it's clear that Angel has been treading dirty water with Connor and that Connor is - well, a horny teenager with anger and Daddy issues who would like to make Angel put his money where his uh, parts are.
It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
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It does need an ending though. I mean, you stop RIGHT BEFORE THE GOODS. Tease.
Okay so after that, Angel makes him go to the bedroom and get naked there, and Angel stands in the living room. Very carefully takes off his coat, lays it over a chair. Unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt. Considers throwing said chair across the room or ripping it apart with his hands. Considers staking himself with the pieces.
But Connor's in there waiting, so Angel finally goes into the bedroom, and Connor's in there naked, on the bed, and he looks so fucking vulnerable there, curved in on himself like a hermit shell, deceptively soft looking and pearly in the warm light.
So Angel goes over there, drops a heavy hand on his neck, maybe calls him sweetheart, and strokes him nape to tailbone. Connor's moving into the touch like a feline, an Angel moans out of him, and Angel says something like, You know what I want you to call me. And Connor just gives him this bitch of a smile and says, Make me. So ( ... )
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Yes, I didn't think so.
And this is quite pretty: First born sons, rivers of blood, and letting his people go. Hands tighten. Weight lifts from Angel’s eyes, not enough to make them light, but enough, for now. She is bathed in the lime of a lemon moon, and out of a pool of bright, her arm lifts to his face, to gives him this. A lady in a lake gave divine kingship, birthright.
They look up, buoyed. The stars are floating in the sky like rain rescued on spiders’ webs.
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But, I love you for your wrongness. hahaha. No, I can't believe the hours of entertainment that fic provides me. And yet I don't know if I could ever bear to inflict it on my flist. *casts about, with moon eyes*
Oh, and I'm glad you like those lines! That's my pretty writing fic. As opposed to all the PORN.
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I love your fiction. I sniff. I sip. Apparently, I get quite inarticulately drunk on a little over two pages........
Here, I shall hiccup you my favourite quotes:
If you want to know how Buffy got on her backside with Faith at her cunt and Angel and Spike kissing each other across her breasts, this dark apartment in Cleveland is probably the wrong place for you.
Whoop! One cheap gimick, superbly executed.
Stop breathing like that! I’m not hurting you. Stop pretending! Stop acting like you’re a man because you’re not. You think a soul gives you that?
So bloody subversive.
everything but the, "Connor," baby, "I thought you said you studied hard;" don't lie to me, now; I'm your ( ... )
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Angel said, “I said, hands off.”
Connor’s face fell, the defeat imperceptible, but there. He looked all at once scared and confused and vulnerable, younger than seemed right for his age--as if he wasn't young enough already to be wrong. His hands fell away, firm, strong man’s hands, looking strangely useless now.
“Good boy,” Angel told him quietly. “Now, undress.”
Whuf: gutpunch. Terrible, disturbing writing, tkp, and I mean that as a compliment. Your timing is perfect and cruel. I hope you keep going with this, just to find out what it needs to be. I'm curious.
I find it interesting how writing incest presently has something to do with empowerment.
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With me, writing incest really only has to do with the fact that it turns me on.
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Thank you! So much! That means a lot, coming from you.
One cheap gimick, superbly executed.
That one is very gimicky all the way through. But I do love it when someone can make a gimick work, so I'm going to try.
Did that sound weird?
It did. Extremely. It's why I like you.
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Thanks for being interested.
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