Letterblade

Where a) IT is the move, which was, IMHO, a grand success, and resulted in everything except the big furniture being moved, most up three flights of stairs, in under four hours. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.

Where b) IT is the kink_bingo entry, being five fics of highly varying quality, in three fandoms, two femmeslash, two het, one slash, totalling about 15 k, mostly written this past week. Also a WEBSITE UPDATE, which includes those five plus the two Steve/Tony fics I finished for the Fourth.

Cross-posting the kink_bingo post below, with notes:

Card (unmarked, as I lack a graphics editor at the moment) viewable here.

Author: Letterblade (wired_lizard)
Fandoms: Marvel Comics (3), Revolutionary Girl Utena (1), Fullmetal Alchemist (1)
Kinks: Mirrors, Bondage (held down), Silence, Rough Sex, Bukkake

Cat's Eye
Mirrors, with extra dubcon, pseudo-knifeplay, and general fuckiness.
Fullmetal Alchemist: Sloth/Lust. (F/F)
Sloth reaches round, slides two damp fingers along her collarbone, slick over her skin, to circle the ouroborus high on her chest, red stamp on white skin.
Note: IMHO, this sucks.

Submission Hold
Bondage (held down), no particular extras.
Marvel Comics: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark. (M/M)
But then Steve pounces and brings him down to grappling, and it's all muscle and grip, and Tony doesn't stand a damn chance.
Note: Really not sure about this one.

Telepaths Don't Need...
Silence, with extra caning, breathplay, forced masturbation, and general heavy kink.
Marvel Comics: Emma Frost/Tony Stark. (F/M)
You don't go calling out a Queen of the Hellfire Club unless you know exactly, exactly what you're asking for.
Note: dafnap and quigonejinn would like to warn you that this might melt people's faces from how psychotically hot it is.

Antique and Breakable
Rough sex, no particular extras.
Marvel Comics: Steve Rogers/Sharon Carter. (M/F)
There's a war on, and she has the link to give away his location to his enemies in her boot, and she's pressed to his chest like he's the only thing in the world, kissing him hard with his hands in her hair, hard and hungry. Last meal.
Note: Meh.

Black and Blue
Bukkake, with extra strap-on and a dash of spanking.
Revolutionary Girl Utena: Kaoru Kozue/Takatsuki Shiori. (F/F) (Shut up, girls ejaculate too!)
All of which goes to say, I met somebody just now who has exactly this same problem. Not the brother. The memory. The elevator. Pink-haired creep, butterflies, revolution, the lot. And here I thought I was eight years out of this shit.
Note: I DONE GIRLPORN. This and the Emma/Tony are the ones I'm really proud of out of this bunch.

Blurbed this in email, in response to nevacaruso passing on from a forum discussion the pairing proposal of Ruka/Mikage/Miki.

( Blurb! )

Which is funnier?

- Nanami names her cat Anthy, in Anthy's honor
- Nanami names her cat Nanami, in Anthy's honor

Assuming, of course, a post-series Nanami who would genuinely be naming things in Anthy's honor, because I think she definitely would, with the right character growth, if she'd heard the whole story.

And now I can see a post-series Nanami being the one to take in either Utena or Anthy, as the years go on, and looking for the other, and eventually finding her, and reuniting them, and having a tender hot loving lesbian threesome, and wouldn't that be sweet?

At any rate. "Hello, I'm Nanami, and this is my cat Nanami." I think that's pretty funny.

...by post-LARP sleepover. (Me, yunatwilight, ineffablewombat, mllelaurel, and nevacaruso. So me, Utena, Miki, and the two GMs.) And, I must say, post-LARP sleepovers are FOR THE WINZ. Particularly with people highly involved in the production...kinda like one long extended wrap, only with pizza, and chinese food, and toplessness, and shameless fangirling of fellow LARPers, and fic-induced snogging, and breaks for Doctor Who geeking, as we were four out of five on active Who fen. (Natural state of Who fangirls at a sleepover: lying about on the bed wiggling slightly and saying "Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack.")

Srsly though. I wish somebody could've snapped a picture of the five of us passed out in a puppy pile curled around the pizza boxes. LARPers go *thud*! And then nobody bothered to go home for twenty-four hours. Phwee!

The next evening, after peeps started wending home, my rather LARP, fanning, and sleeplessness addled brain turned to me and said, "Jack/Mikage/Ianto/Miki/stopwatch?"

To which I said, "down, girl!"

To which it said, "here, have a mostly intact bunny for a plotty and sensical Torchwood/post-Ohtori-Utena crossover."

To which I said, "oy, I have to go to sleep now."

Ohhhh, I have not spent a day or two being a hapless squeeing fangirl for a while now. Felt gooooood! Also, have promised to endeavor to write the sequel to the Jack/Rose telepathic smut for a bit back...time to include the Doctor. Hrm!

And, of course, the usual way, after a sleepover, that two days merge into one. My internal clock thinks it's Sunday right now, and is feeling very gypped. But time to go off to work and be a municipal orrery. Phweflkjlskjdflllpaarrrrrrrrr.

Posting before I crash because thunderstorms make me want to post important stuff, wtf.

First, fic! In other words, a slightly edited repost of a very strange Mikage-fic I wrote a long while back and finally got around to finishing. R for darkness and rape issues, mega-spoilers for all of Utena. Not a ficlet, an actual sizable (albeit still one-shot) story which I worked on for a while. I have been plagued by ficlets lately, augh. Anyway. Fic!

This is eternity. The Rose Bride. Sacrifice.

Second, comm pimpin'! In other words,

DO YOU LIKE PORN? THEN YOU SHOULD JOIN savetheporn! WOO!

I have concluded (as a result of my asking Caroline a technical question concerning penises, and she asking Lucky, and he wondering) that I know what Miki is timing with his stopwatch.

He is timing how long it takes Akio to get an erection.

Yes. His stopwatch is keyed to Akio's crotch. I'm sure this makes sense.

This means I need sleep.

Also attempting to deal with Caroline's descriptions of assorted groups of HP characters doing the Lady Marmalade dance.

In other news, I finished my major 3D project several days ago, should be uploading a web-compressed version soonish so y'all can see what I do in front of a Maya workstation for hours on end. Well, the current version sucks, but it's still possibly vaguely interesting. And I made more money playing piano today. Yay nice Christians who'll pay you for playing their hymns and not complain if you mess up because it's a tiny provincial church and you're way better than anything they could expect. And in still other news, the bunny Professor Coulter gave me is growing. Whoo, kinky sex magic.

The Brunching Shuttlecocks are god. This is why.

i mean, i knew they were god before, but that god is so incredibly god that god they god god awe.

in other news, i finished Fushigi Yugi and now plot fic. yes i do. Nuriko and Tasuki are a bloody adorable couple. i plot evilness involving Tamahome and Nakago. yes i do. currently the Suzaku seishi are singing the Escaflowne chant in Caroline's head. fnord.
Nuriko, Tasuki, Tamahome, Evil!Tama, and Nakago have moved in as muses, along with a part-time Chichiri, who spends most of his time tearing about as a super-deformed Nakago at inopportune moments, and a part time Koji, who spends most of his time dancing about supder-deformed with a simlarly super-deformed Tasuki.

i also saw rather a bit more Utena--nearly done with the third season. i am attempting to keep Utena characters out of my head until i know the entire story, but Miki has moved in and mostly hides in the corner playing the piano. it is nice to have a music muse. quite nice.

Sirrus met Nakago and immediately fell into a state of hero-worship. Dilandau met Tasuki and wanted his fire; Dilandau #2 met Tasuki and wanted him.

muses are amusing.

livejournals are amusing. also musing. and sometimes bemusing.

i have no life.