Stalking My Memories

.... dear self:

while you might be thinking "will write pr0n fic of most any sort for money and subsequently a sparkle pony", that's a DUMB. Idea. No, really. Don't go over to that particular shade of the dark side. It's just... seriously. When you have an actual income, you can THEN justify something as stupid as a sparkle pony.

Besides, if you do this, then you'd HAVE to produce writing. Right? Right?

You've already got other projects - the learning python thing, and making sure you freakin' E-MAIL people, and and and -

fuck. You're going to do it, aren't you?

hells. If someone wants to toss a prompt my way, for cash or just for giggles, at least it gets the damn urge out of my system. I'll tackle most anything and any fandom I'm familiar with (or at least enough to fake it), work safe or otherwise, just - let's just get this damned urge out of the way. Once again, I seriously doubt people will bite (for free, even), but g'head and surprise me if you'd like!

So there, self. Take that.



now I just wonder who won....

Oh yeah, yesterday was Friday, wasn't it?

Totally in a vacuum except where the plot's fairly well filled out in my head.
( Poor confused Belfy (language warning) )

So.... it's prolly all my fault, but what the hey. I can blame laciudad too. Thus, I present to you approximately weekly posts of ficbits and such! The main thing I'm going for is a wee bit of a project I can't seem to pull myself away from: Azeroth Voices. Mainly, this means ponderings and such from my (many... many many) characters in WoW. Why? Because I'm like that. I shall prolly have to do speshul icons and everything. But not yet, thankfully. For the first bit o' oddness, I shall begin with InsolentWolf, a hunter back from the days... when... wow, I really had NO idea what I was doing. Woof.

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   When I was young, my mother told me stories. The one I always liked was about a soul, separated at some unknown point for unspecified reasons. It was born into two bodies, which went about their lives with an eerie connection.
   When she was in a good mood, these stories were about True Loves and soul mates, destined to find each other someday and live as close a life as one soul in two bodies could.
   When she was in a foul mood, the two lived lives intertwined to create opponents of a bizarre nature, pulled together and eternally opposing each other, usually leading to a mutual death and understanding in the final moments of how this was not only inevitable, but somehow right.
   I think one of the strongest lessons I took from my mother was how to be bitter. I can't speak – nor would I want to! - of how or why she was that way, but the roots of my dissatisfaction go as deep as Teldrassil itself.
   I am not a very good kaldorei.
   I suppose if Mother were a “worse” kaldorei, she would have smacked me a lot when I was young. I suppose the disdainful looks left a stronger impression, but as I said, I am not a good kaldorei. The younger races fit me better, with their curiosity, their directness and vibrancy, their... lack of reserve.
   I remember telling my mother I had walked buffeted by winter winds – I, who had always lived in the ever-summer of Teldrassil. The scolding, the scorn she applied! To lie-! Why, everyone wanted the honor – a difficult and often hard honor, but honor nonetheless – of being twain-souled, but to lie about that was shameful indeed!
   The hubris! The insolence!
   I never again told her of the wonders. A madhouse of a city that was about innovation. A peoples that bounced rather than walked. Gears.... always gears.
   Gnomeregan.

So..... I've had fic nibbling at my toes for awhile. It hasn't been doing much, just nibbling at my toes. I finally got to a stopping point on it, after.... oh, over a year. I'll post ramblings on it, and the source, and what not, but prolly tomorrow. Meantime, crossover fic, between Gargoyles and Gundam Wing. I own nothing. My apologies to whoever owns the properties in question.

( Gundam Gargs: Angels and Demons )

None of the following is canon. It is Gargoyles/West Wing.

Yes, you heard that right.

Huggles and warm fuzzies to Quindar, who inspired this.

Apologies for the bad script format.

( It's all about the roving bands of parking ticket thieves )

Gods. Help. Me. Steve is taking over my brain.

Snippet for y'all. No idea if it's canon or not, don't care, it starts to purge the insanity Steve picks up from work (I swear to god!) and then makes him giggle for hours in my head until he's got a whole damned ficbit going.

Sadly enough, there will be more coming.
( Music? )

Brought to you by a coworker's taste in... "music" and of course the lady herself, Spike. This song broke my brain the first time I heard it. And I swear, if the coworker in question doesn't stop taking control of the radio, I WILL be bringing in a CD of Phantom of the Opera. Or if worse comes to worst: Rent.

"I believe that, sodomy, is between God and me, here's to S and M! La Vie Boheme!"

}:-D