WIP post or whatever
May. 23rd, 2011 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letterbladeSo since Friday night, I've done all my laundry, made a pot of fantastic chicken soup, hung out for hours'n'hours with Teh Girlfriend, and written lots of KH fanfic. And I really want to talk about what I'm working on right now despite the fact that it's not finished and postable, so bwah, WIP post.
Friday, during Shut Up & Write Night (ask me more if you're local to me and don't know), I was kind of at a loss, so I fired up the Random Pairing Generator of Doom, wrote a ficlet or two, and then a ficlet got out of hand. Way out of hand.
No title yet, but it could be described as Roxas And Ventus' Excellent Adventures In Sora's Heart, Now With More Symbolic Stained Glass And Shit. It's currently at about 3,300 words and I have no idea when it will end or where, exactly, it's going. There may or may not be pr0n.
"You're..." The boy frowns, looking him up and down, and there's something like fear in his eyes. Roxas abruptly realizes he isn't wearing his coat. He's in his clothes from Twilight Town instead, and they're dressed nearly identically. The other boy's jacket is half-different, with a strange bit of armor strapped to one arm. "Please don't tell me I have another evil twin?"
"Hm. No. I'm Sora's evil twin. Well. Kairi says I'm more like his cranky twin. Who the hell are you?"
And today I abruptly started pouring out a bit of complete asspull headcanon/backstory for Luxord, which involves Xaldin. Because clearly I needed more manly-men who take their facial hair and piercings seriously. Or something. It is currently at about 2,100 words, called "What Happens In Vegas," needs one more scene to be complete, and despite the title it's not actually pr0n. It's also in second person. BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS WEIRD AND WRITES TOO MANY LARPS or something.
"I don't have tells," you whisper. You've been practicing in the mirror since you were eleven. And you are not, exactly, a young man.
He steeples his hands and looks at you--into you--and his eyes, the color of a stormy late sunset, are like scalpels. "You have a heart," he murmurs. "Of course you have tells."
Oh, I also apped a character for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
aather. Because I'm insane. It's mllelaurel's fault. I should know in a week or two, maybe?
Friday, during Shut Up & Write Night (ask me more if you're local to me and don't know), I was kind of at a loss, so I fired up the Random Pairing Generator of Doom, wrote a ficlet or two, and then a ficlet got out of hand. Way out of hand.
No title yet, but it could be described as Roxas And Ventus' Excellent Adventures In Sora's Heart, Now With More Symbolic Stained Glass And Shit. It's currently at about 3,300 words and I have no idea when it will end or where, exactly, it's going. There may or may not be pr0n.
"You're..." The boy frowns, looking him up and down, and there's something like fear in his eyes. Roxas abruptly realizes he isn't wearing his coat. He's in his clothes from Twilight Town instead, and they're dressed nearly identically. The other boy's jacket is half-different, with a strange bit of armor strapped to one arm. "Please don't tell me I have another evil twin?"
"Hm. No. I'm Sora's evil twin. Well. Kairi says I'm more like his cranky twin. Who the hell are you?"
And today I abruptly started pouring out a bit of complete asspull headcanon/backstory for Luxord, which involves Xaldin. Because clearly I needed more manly-men who take their facial hair and piercings seriously. Or something. It is currently at about 2,100 words, called "What Happens In Vegas," needs one more scene to be complete, and despite the title it's not actually pr0n. It's also in second person. BECAUSE MY BRAIN IS WEIRD AND WRITES TOO MANY LARPS or something.
"I don't have tells," you whisper. You've been practicing in the mirror since you were eleven. And you are not, exactly, a young man.
He steeples his hands and looks at you--into you--and his eyes, the color of a stormy late sunset, are like scalpels. "You have a heart," he murmurs. "Of course you have tells."
Oh, I also apped a character for
aather. Because I'm insane. It's mllelaurel's fault. I should know in a week or two, maybe?