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***IMPORTANT NOTICE***
I've officially moved!
This journal will no longer be updated. In two days I'll private-lock everything except the fics, and de-friend everyone so you won't have a dead user on your friends of list. Worry not though, I've re-friended all of you on my new journal.
See you at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) elyciel.
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| For The Want Of Ink |
[07 Jun 2004|09:56pm] |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY iscaris!!!!!!
I was going to write you a Remus-centric POA fic, but this bit me last night and I spent the whole of today writing it. It's the fluffiest, most irreverent thing I've written in a long time, entirely tongue-in-cheek, and I had a blast. :) It's also the most carefully plotted fic I've ever done, not that that's saying much. I've realised why I don't do more plot-based writing - it invariably turns out way too long, and my patience isn't the greatest.
For those of you who know Eleanor Farjeon's works, this is loosely based on a short story of hers, The King's Daughter Cries For The Moon.
I was forced to make up some details about Hogwarts's stationery suppliers though, because I don't remember seeing anything of the sort in the books. Does anyone know how the students get their stationery? Surely they don't bring a year's worth of ink with them, right? And what about the school?
If anyone knows the answer to the above conundrum, do alert me. Meanwhile, here is the fic for your (hopefully) reading pleasure. Take it with a dollop of salt.
Once again, happy birthday Rhysenn! ♥
( For The Want Of Ink. 3218 words, Remus/Sirius, G. It all started, they later agreed, with the ink. )
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| Wanting To Be Wrong |
[01 Jun 2004|12:56am] |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAIT!!!!
I'm an hour late by my time, but hopefully not by yours.
Getting to know you has been one of the highlights of my entire LJ existence. You've become such an integral part of my flist, and it's so wonderful to have someone else to fangirl the puppies and TWT/TIN with! Not to mention, you are a really amazing writer and I love reading all your posts, no matter what they're about.
For your birthday, I've written you a fic. :) This is actually in conjunction with the latest challenge on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) contrelamontre: write a story in three scenes, with scene 1 containing the word "hidden", scene 2 "orange", and scene 3 "stain". The time limit was two hours, so if it sucks, that is my excuse. Except I hope it doesn't suck, on account of it being a gift and all.
I hope you have a brilliant nineteenth birthday, darling. <333333333333
( Wanting To Be Wrong. Crowley/Aziraphale, PG, 1275 words. Aziraphale's lost a book... )
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| Trapped |
[17 May 2004|03:11am] |
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I didn't think I'd be doing slash_challenge this week, because this is the scenario: Harry contemplates the size of Snape's prick, and I don't like writing anything overtly sexual. I just... can't. Plus the challenge rating was R.
Then I remembered that R could mean violence, and the following drabble resulted. Hope it works, and if it doesn't, my excuse is that I wrote it at 3 AM.
Dark, post-war, Harry stream-of-consciousness POV.
Trapped. Harry/Snape, R, 199 words.
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| Sunset |
[14 May 2004|06:05pm] |
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Here is fluff resistance fic no. 2. I know I said I'd do the Holly/Juliet next, but I felt like writing this all of a sudden. This was exceedingly hard to angstify, no thanks to the number of restrictions in the request. >_<
Scenario provided by silentblast: James and Lily invite the rest of the Marauders to Harry's 1st birthday. Include Sirius in dog form licking Harry, a perfect day, an outdoor picnic, and a food fight. No using Peter as the dark factor in the story.
ETA: mdyesowitch brought to my attention that there was a ridiculously obvious canon error in the fic. Or at least, obvious to those who know their MWPP-era timelines, which I don't. >_< Therefore, I have removed the offending sentence. It also makes the word count very pretty.
( Sunset. 777 words, PG. So it'd started out well, James thought, unexpectedly well... )
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| Broken-Winged |
[05 May 2004|04:24pm] |
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Only on S_C would I ever write anything like what I just did. Percy/Snape. Who'd have thought? O_o The strangest thing is, they actually fit together quite well. I was having difficulty envisioning the pairing until I hit on their common ground, and after that, everything fell smoothly into place.
For the benefit of those who don't know, weeks 8 and 9 on slash_challenge are Random Challenge weeks. Every couple of days or so a new challenge pops up, and we have until midnight the next day to get our entries in. Which explains why I'm dashing all these little drabbles off.
Anyway, here's my entry for the second challenge thus far: By Mrs. Weasley's begging, Snape goes to see Percy for some sort of explanation why he has truly voided himself from the other Weasleys.
Broken-Winged. Percy/Snape, G-masquerading-as-PG, 291 words.
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| Dirge |
[03 May 2004|05:28pm] |
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slash_challenge has this way of issuing fluffy scenarios, and as most of my flist probably knows, I do not write very much feel-good fluff. This is mostly because I suck at it.
So what am I to do when given this H/D challenge, which is as fluffy as fluffy can get, and with an evil word count to boot?
Draco buys Harry a pet dog for his birthday; post-Hogwarts.
Yeah, I'll tell you what I do... I write something like this. Oddly enough, I'm rather fond of it.
Dirge. Harry/Draco, G, 153 words.
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| Always |
[27 Apr 2004|09:10pm] |
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If not for slash_challenge, I don't think I would ever have written this pairing. Not in a million years. Remus/Sirius is completely my OTP, and I can't bear breaking them up.
On the other hand, it's S_C! And the scenario was interesting: Remus reflects on Sirius's death whilst looking through his Pensieve, and while he looks, he discovers how much emotion he had for Snape as he stood through all the terrible hexes and troubles James and Sirius put him through. There's also a special requirement this week for a 45-word intro poem.
Pairing notwithstanding, I really do like this drabble.
Always. PG, 248 words, Remus/Severus.
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| Hope |
[19 Apr 2004|11:03am] |
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This week's contribution to slash_challenge. Here's the scenario: Sirius and Remus are babystting the eleven-month-old Harry while Lily and James are on vacation, when the little infant Harry crawls into Sirius and Remus's room when they are shagging.
Believe it or not, the fic is not fluff.
Hope. PG, 444 words, Sirius/Remus.
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| A Broken Statue |
[15 Apr 2004|06:14pm] |
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This week on slash_challenge, the pairing is an open one. So who did I choose to write about?
Not Remus and Sirius. Not Harry and Draco. Not Peter either, even though I was thinking of him earlier this morning.
Instead, I wrote an Oliver/Percy, a pairing I've always liked but have never had the chance to dabble in. And surprisingly, the resulting fic turned out to be one I'm rather proud of. Here's the scenario: One of your characters is caught sleeping naked while in the other character's bed... But they're just friends... right? Or are they?
A Broken Statue. PG-13, 303 words, Oliver/Percy.
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| Sacrifice |
[11 Apr 2004|02:16am] |
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I'm really, really, really exhausted right now - but I managed to get this challenge fic in on time, so yay.
Scenario: Post-War. Harry just wants a hug, but Snape only gives him a lecture.
Sacrifice. PG, Harry/Snape, 750 words.
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| Playing With Dreams, Chapter One: A Clash of Fates |
[25 Jan 2004|05:15pm] |
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Yes, your eyes do not deceive you! I finally got this written, after spending a half-hour or so last night on planning. I'm not actually a big fan of planning my stories, because it tends to bog me down in details and overwhelm me with the amount of work I need to do, but with something of this size there really wasn't much of a choice.
There are twelve chapters planned, not including the prelude and an interlude in between chapters 6 and 7. It might turn out to be longer or shorter eventually - I make no promises.
If you've forgotten what the story is about, the prelude can be found here.
For quatredeathlady, pocky_slash and silentblast, who requested it. I hope it lives up to your expectations. *crosses fingers*
Linked from original_fic.
Playing With Dreams, Chapter One: A Clash of Fates. PG, 2368 words. The Seven unite for dinner, and two mortals turn out to be very significant indeed.
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| idleness |
[02 Jan 2004|02:12pm] |
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Today is my first officially jobless day. Not that I was working all through the holidays - I certainly wasn't - but today my idleness felt more pronounced, because my parents went off to work and my siblings to school, and I was left at home by myself to wallow in my free time.
It feels good to be able to do what you like without worrying about anything else. It really does. :) I've been spending most of the day playing Hordes of the Underdark, the expansion to Neverwinter Nights/Shadows of Undrentide.
And in order to make sure I wasn't neglecting my writing, I wrote this 15-minute-ficlet. The word is ( under the cut. )
Unfortunately, I think all this staring at the computer has given me a headache. I need a nap and a panadol.
( Fireworks. Crowley/Aziraphale, G, 311 words. )
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