Fic upload notice.
Apr. 13th, 2004 07:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letterbladeDrank the wrong combination of herbs, which lead to utterly unproductive and frustrating insomnia, at least as far as schoolwork goes. Argh. No more Sobe for me.
But it was the kind of insomnia where I was perfectly happy to edit and code fic.
Title: The Unreality of Blue
Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Pairing: Various combinations of Akio, Touga and Miki.
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers/required knowledge: Through third season.
Warnings: Are pretty much implicit in the pairing and rating. If you don't comprehend why, then you don't know enough about Utena to make sense out of the fic. Er. Let's just say this fandom has brought out a penchant for psychological torture.
Beta:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hedwig_the_owl. (Which makes her the fourth online beta I've had who lives in Australia. In fact, I haven't had any online betas who don't live in Australia. Well, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
switchknife just goes to school there. But still. This is wierd.)
Link: Skyehawke.
Author's notes: I feel like I should write up a long ramble--this fic has certainly taken me through enough to merit a ramble. But I am tiring, finally.
Though I think part of what might go into this ramble made it into my wibbly beta call a bit back. (Too wibbly; I feel rather silly in retrospect. Still.) I suppose the short version is this: it started out as a guilty-pleasure indulgence in a wicked three-ing, turned into an exercise in character dissection and psychological manipulation, took a detour into an expose of Akio's plots, and wound up trying to be what I'd stuff some of my recent (after I drafted all of it) thoughts on abuse into. In the first form, it was outshadowed; in the second, I'm proud of it; in the third, heissoevil; and in the fourth, was implicitly a failure, mainly because I can't stuff much of anything thematic in on revision. Maybe another piece, one of my more recent pieces, for I'm not done with either this universe or Miki (and I've barely started on Mikage, but he's another kettle of angsty genius fish), but not this one. It is what it is, and it took Jen rambling over AIM to make me realize that, and to make me realize that it's working as it is. Also, I've wanted to post this and get it off my chest for quite some time. It weighs on me.
Two bits of pointless and amusing process trivia:
I wrote the central scene in one huge channeling rush, back during FWT late at night (and on a work night, too). After I finished, did the requisite dazed "What the shit was that?" stare, and fell into bed, I couldn't get warm.
I'm a pianist myself, been playing since I was three. Hence the little hand obsession. (Also hence a lot of my identification with both twins--particularly Kozue, actually, especially given how much I've lost in the past few years now that I'm away from NEC, though I don't sound quite as bad as her yet.)
That is ginsengly all.
*whines at body* Can I sleep now?
But it was the kind of insomnia where I was perfectly happy to edit and code fic.
Title: The Unreality of Blue
Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Pairing: Various combinations of Akio, Touga and Miki.
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers/required knowledge: Through third season.
Warnings: Are pretty much implicit in the pairing and rating. If you don't comprehend why, then you don't know enough about Utena to make sense out of the fic. Er. Let's just say this fandom has brought out a penchant for psychological torture.
Beta:
hedwig_the_owl. (Which makes her the fourth online beta I've had who lives in Australia. In fact, I haven't had any online betas who don't live in Australia. Well, switchknife just goes to school there. But still. This is wierd.)Link: Skyehawke.
Author's notes: I feel like I should write up a long ramble--this fic has certainly taken me through enough to merit a ramble. But I am tiring, finally.
Though I think part of what might go into this ramble made it into my wibbly beta call a bit back. (Too wibbly; I feel rather silly in retrospect. Still.) I suppose the short version is this: it started out as a guilty-pleasure indulgence in a wicked three-ing, turned into an exercise in character dissection and psychological manipulation, took a detour into an expose of Akio's plots, and wound up trying to be what I'd stuff some of my recent (after I drafted all of it) thoughts on abuse into. In the first form, it was outshadowed; in the second, I'm proud of it; in the third, heissoevil; and in the fourth, was implicitly a failure, mainly because I can't stuff much of anything thematic in on revision. Maybe another piece, one of my more recent pieces, for I'm not done with either this universe or Miki (and I've barely started on Mikage, but he's another kettle of angsty genius fish), but not this one. It is what it is, and it took Jen rambling over AIM to make me realize that, and to make me realize that it's working as it is. Also, I've wanted to post this and get it off my chest for quite some time. It weighs on me.
Two bits of pointless and amusing process trivia:
I wrote the central scene in one huge channeling rush, back during FWT late at night (and on a work night, too). After I finished, did the requisite dazed "What the shit was that?" stare, and fell into bed, I couldn't get warm.
I'm a pianist myself, been playing since I was three. Hence the little hand obsession. (Also hence a lot of my identification with both twins--particularly Kozue, actually, especially given how much I've lost in the past few years now that I'm away from NEC, though I don't sound quite as bad as her yet.)
That is ginsengly all.
*whines at body* Can I sleep now?