a lament, on the universe, and forsooth (forsooth! wtf?)

[seperis]

Trufax. I am losing my contractions again.

Many moons ago, due to years of essay writing (which discouraged contraction use), everything I wrote was almost disturbingly formal, but in a very awkward way. I'd broken the worst of the habit by my fourth month in fandom because nothing beats reading your own porn dialogue coming out as a cross

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IT CLINGS TO YOU AFTERWARD.

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MY LOATHING IS LEGION.

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If you do not email this to me I will totally verily your ass.

*PLEASE.*

[shinetheway]

I sympathize, I do--except I started laughing so hard I snorted diet coke when I got to "Beowulf Does Dallas" and so the rest of your lament was somewhat wasted on me. Anyone who can write this entry should have no problems writing anything else in the world. (Also, forsooth, I think it would be cool as hell to read a slash story written like that. Yea verily.)

I have a tendency to get lost emotionally when I'm writing, and get increasingly florid and overdone--to the point recently where my beta had to gently remind me that no, it's actually NOT in character for Arthur to weep like a ten-year-old girl, even if he's a tormented soul etc.

[seperis]

I have a tendency to get lost emotionally when I'm writing, and get increasingly florid and overdone--to the point recently where my beta had to gently remind me that no, it's actually NOT in character for Arthur to weep like a ten-year-old girl, even if he's a tormented soul etc.

God, this. I get lost in atmosphere, to the point where betas have asked "is there a story here anywhere? Very pretty though!" It is--something.

Yea, verily, seek the hidden burrows of his delight, forsooth. For thou art fair and thy arse be comely. Shoot. Me. Now.

[shinetheway]

seek the hidden burrows of his delight, forsooth

AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I will pay you a million gazillion dollars to write that story. Well, if I had a million gazillion dollars. Perhaps a well-placed wheedle? Or some groveling? For thou art strange and fantastical, fair maiden, to sing of such tales.

[shinetheway]

Okay, so I knew I had a romance that had some dialogue written in Middle English, so here's an exerpt from that (warning: het)

"They ask, haf I nought engaged in lecherous touches and embraces--and when I say I haf nought, asks the confessor in another way, haf I nought touched a woman on her breasts, or her body. And neither does he trust me no more than you, my lady, when I say him nay, and asks again, as if I had said yea, then did I nought touch her womb-gate and her merkin? And did I nought kiss here there and on her teats, for to make her lewd? And did I mount her unaturally, as the beasts couple, or let her mount me? "

I think as long as Arthur isn't touching Merlin's womb-gate [dies a little] then you're okay.

jeebus lavery, I love you so much..

[katelennon]

I wish I could tell you why, but I just do. I think this post is probably going to the top of the list.

Just so you know.

PS, I would love to read Beowulf does Dallas, feel free to enslave me yet again..

Re: jeebus lavery, I love you so much..

[seperis]

If I do, I will cry a lot. I mean, I hope I cry a lot. I hope I don't list it as OMG MY MASTERPIECE.

...God, I could. This could happen.

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That would explain my initial reaction. I had a lot of "nice word choice" moments more than "my universe is rockethed".