For Science!

Because a het bunny bit me. This never happens. Het sex is not hot. Unless, apparently, it is.

Anywho. I have a made a new friend, name of divinebird. Since she decloaked, she was able to request a ficlet from me. This got a bit bigger than I'd intended, but it is full of the Ezio/Leonardo fluff, as requested.

Title: A Puppet Story
Fandom: Assassin's Creed II, which Ubisoft owns and I do not
Rating: PG
Warnings: There are references to what Ezio does for a living, and what Ezio would like to do to Leo sex, but since this is fluffy fluffy fluff, nothing happens onscreen.

( I Think There Were Actual Dolls Like This, Too )

I miss my MW.

This is Bday fic for scribe_protra.

Title: Five Times Lucy asked Fried a Question, and One Time He Asked Her
Fandom: Fairy Tale
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There's sex, although blink and you'll miss it.

( Fluffy Fluff Under Here )

And that's all. I fail so hard at writing het porn. (It happened, but off screen.) On the other hand, we have a romance! Happy Bday, Emmy!

It is done! It was very hard to write, mostly because the Lord of the Western Sky took a while to figure out what he wanted his backstory to be, and in the meantime I was left grappling with the parts of his history and motivation and purpose that I knew.

Title: Egg
Fandom: None. I wrote this! Mineminemine.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Creepy shit.

( This Way to the Bone Nest )

There ya go. Now Hopefully I can poke the Megilat muses back into life. [pokes hopefully]

It is the birthday of my Emmylove! Therefore, pirate!Daaaaaaaan!

Title: Youngblood Ain't Got Nothin'
Fandom: ASRP, One Piece
Rating: R
Warning: Not-really-implied gay sex. Also, language and Dan dressing up like a pirate.

( Because When is Dan Playing Dress-up Ever Not Fun? )

Dammit I can't write. I want to, and not being able to is pissing me off.

This means a short fiction fest, which is like a drabblefest only, of course, without the 100 word long limit of a drabble. Give me pairings or characters and prompts. Please. If you don't know that I write for that fandom, go ahead and ask. Otherwise, have at ye.

EDIT: Okay, so, clarification for next time. Please only make one prompt each until I run out and invite further promptage. I will do them this time because I failed to make this clear. My bad XD

Who deserves better dentists than she has.

Title: Lacey
Fandom: STARDUST movie, by Neil Gaiman and lots of other people. I get no monies.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Guys in drag.

( it all started with a bet . . . )

Here's hoping your day gets better, Spooks.

I don't know what this means to you.

Yesterday (Friday) I did very little in an artistic way. Notice the new layout. I may change the "Asylum" Theme later, but the colors, they stay.

Today I got up all early to go to Shul (synagogue, only I have never been able to understand why gentiles call it that, because it's called either Shul if you're orthodox or conservative and Temple if you're not) and actually spend most of the time in the main sanctuary praying. This is opposed to the library, where I usually hang out. I generally avoid the sanctuary like the plague. Because.

Jewish prayers are a lot like Catholic Mass. There are set prayers, in a set order, and they haven't changed for hundreds of years. All the prayers are recited in Hebrew, too. The end result is that services here=services in Israel=services in Botswanaland=services in China=services in Antarctica, and if you find yourself in a part of the world with a Shul, you already know the prayers.

What this also means: prayers are long, boring, and because of an obscure line of text, recited twice. All of it. Once silently, although how they expect us to finish in the given time I am not sure, and then again out loud by the cantor. Services start at around eight and finish about noon. My family generally doesn't get there till 10:15, an it's painful even then. I like small minyans better. If you have ten or fifteen people, everything works and you can blow through the prayers. If you have more than fifty, you must go at the speed of the slowest, deafest old man. Who is slow.

Then there was seven layer cake, which made up for it. Yes, it's that good.

After coming home, I took a nap. Because sleep=yummy.

Now, onto the Thing I wrote.

Title: Pineapple
Rating: G
Warnings: Slash. Slashity slashity slash.

( written for broken_moons, who gave me the new layout )

There will be more. There's this porn I can only write in short segments that I'm trying to write, DaHTA (Lancer is being uncooperative) and probably Mayim, since the girl will not leave me alone.

Right, food.

It is the thirty-second day of the Omer, which is four weeks and four days into the Omer.

( This is Pornographic )

And full of truly confusing usages of male pronouns.

Seriously, I think that's the most pornographic thing I have ever written. And I am now horny. Oh Emmmmmy . . . >:3

The process of the Muse Hat works like this. Muse Hat -> shiny brain thoughts -> Viagra for my plotbunnies -> lots o' energetic baby plotbunnies, teething and biting things -> drabbles of stuffs! So I asked Emmy to wear the Muse Hat. I may not write them all, but my plotbitches (that's female plotbunnies) are happy.

( If We Had Superpowers . . . )

Based off a dream I had. R&R, please. Especially those who are in there by name, and Emmylove. I'll tell you your superpower if you've forgotten, or make one up for you if you didn't have one ;P

This is me.

^____________^

Smiling.

Because yesterday, despite the fact that I was up for sixteen hours on six hours of sleep, a Good Thing happened.

I got WiFi.

I now control my very own personal DHOOMNet. And it rocks. It rocks like a thing made of solidified magma.

^___________________________^

( As You Have Wished It . . . )

Sorry Emmy, I didn't even think that Satan has restraining order on you. I'll o better next time to make up for it, m'kay?