Title: The Second Greatest Gift of All
Fandom: Venture Bros
Pairing: Brock/Molotov
Rating: R
Warnings: Frottage
Word Count: 1,067
Summary: On a stakeout that lasts through Christmas, Brock gets the closest thing to what he really wants.

( The Second Greatest Gift of All )

Title: It Was A Mortal's Passion
Fandom: Silent Hill 4
Pairing: Cynthia/Henry
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 1,000
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: For the first world
Author's Notes: Slightly AU, in which Cynthia is able to give Henry the 'special favor' she promises.
Summary: It wasn't the sort of thing Henry normally did. But here and now, Cynthia's body pressed against him, he just wanted to feel something normal.

( It Was a Mortal's Passion )

I think I'll just assume that I didn't surprise anyone on my Flist save for talia_speaks. Or I'll knock off the memes, since this is the fourth or fifth one I've posted with next to no results. ;)

When the hell did I get so boring? Somehow, when I lived in the middle of nowhere and did nothing, I was more interesting than I am now. Mark that one up in the old irony column. And no, I'm not being whiny and emo over this, and I honestly don't care if people do memes I post. I just find it interesting. But I've always been interested in things like 'what makes an LJ entry eye-catching' and things like that. It's all about the writing, baby.

I'm just in a particularly strange mood this morning. I'm going to blame everything on hormones and let that be that.

My mother called me last night because she'd lost one of our traditional family recipes. Luckily I had it mostly memorized, and the internet was able to help me fill in a few gaps by looking up similar recipes. No Thanksgiving crisis yet.

I think I've wandered away from NaNo. This doesn't mean I'm going to abandon the fic, but I think trying to race to finish it in time will leave me stressed and worried and freaked out and massively disappointed if I don't manage it. So I'd rather save my sanity. Plus, both RPs have been massively distracting lately. ;) And I have another project in the works, and today I just want to write a lot of pr0n. So I think I'm just going to write a lot of pr0n today.

Maybe I'll do that shuffle meme, and write five pieces based on whatever songs come up, or something.

(Speaking of...I need more music!)

I've spent the morning cleaning, and I'm feeling like I'm back to normal just because of that small thing. My dad's dropping by, so it was an excuse to kick my ass into gear and not just plop myself in front of the computer all morning as I've been doing recently.

I'm feeling...pretty good today, honestly. Despite epic amounts of pain last night - we very nearly got snow - I woke up pretty rested and relaxed and at a very normal pain level. It's nice.

I missed signing up for exchanges, but...I realized that's okay. Because I have a horrible history with exchanges. In all but a couple rare instances, I either never get anything myself, or I get something...um...not so great.

I never did get my cartoon-canon Legend of Zelda pic or fic from the most recent exchange I was in. (Which ended last month.)

Way behind on NaNo, thanks to my computer falling as ill as I usually am. We'll see if I can catch up. I had an epic revelation last night, as I was watching the clouds spiral into a tunnel around the moon.

At least I'm done with the tripping scene.

Okay, sorry to spam you all, but!

One, I made cheese soup (and garlic cheddar biscuits) for our big meal today, and thought I'd share the simple, tasty recipe!

2 cups chicken broth
1/4 cup flour
2 cups milk
As much cheese as you want, shredded, any type. I use about two cups of a blend of cheddar, swiss and colby. With Parmesan on top.
Salt
pepper
Galric powder

Bring the chicken broth to a boil. Let simmer. Mix flour, milk and dry ingredients in a bowl. Add slowly to the chicken stock. Bring to just bubbling, add cheese, stir until melted. Remove from heat and serve!

It's nummy with bread of any sort - breadsticks, biscuits, garlic bread, whatever. easy, quick, and deliciously filling!

SECOND!

I HAVE STARTED MY OKTOBERFEST FIC! 100 WHOLE WORDS! GO ME!

So, Nija gave me the prompt of 'L sets up his cameras in one of the hotels he and Naomi are staying for precautionary purposes and ends up witnessing some paranormal activity. Of course he has to investigate it.' And I ended up writing a ficlet on that premise! It's just a little snippet, really, but hey, I wrote something!

Title: At The Foot of the Bed
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: Naomi and L
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author's Note: Just another ficlet form my AUverse!
Summary: Naomi didn't appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night, and certainly not to appease L's boredom. And trying to scare her with ghost stories was a low point, even in their naturally teasing relationship...

( At The Foot of the Bed )

I am completely devoid of inspiration.

I try and I try and I try and write, but nothing comes. I hate this. I don't know how to jumpstart my brain.

Sometimes, I hate running fan fiction communities. Because I want to comment to certain entries that if you want people to read your fic, it's a good idea to write full, proper sentences and use correct spelling and grammar. And no netspeak.

Maybe I'm just a snob, but I abhor netspeak. Textspeak. Whatever you want to call the mangling and butchering of perfectly simple words because apparently it's too much effort to write 'you' or 'whatever' or whatever other words get chopped down to mere shadows of language.

I especially abhor it in summaries and fiction. You aren't on a text message system. You don't have a tiny character limit. You can write actual words, I promise!

But I never say anything because we don't have any rules that demand it. Though the profile page does strongly recommend spellchecking and getting a beta.

I'd like to ask for some Halloween-y prompts, but I can't make any promises I'll manage to write anything.

If you don't mind the lack of surety of receiving some sort of ficlet in return, I'd love some prompts. Fandom, Character/Pairing and prompt. Maybe something will stoke the dormant fires of my creativity, who knows?

Title: Dark Places
Fandom: HBC
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1211
Pairing: Valyn/Shana
Warning: Dark themes, the pairing
Author's Notes: This is technically Rewritten canon, somewhere in the future. Much darker than most of my HBC stuff, and is really more of a stream of conscious thought character study.
Summary: Valyn sometimes wonders which he's more afraid of: his own dark places, his father's, or Shana's.

( Dark Places )

I've been having trouble sleeping again. My damn legs have been acting up like sons of bitches all week, and I don't know why.

Last night, I actually sat down and watched all of Soylent Green, from start to finish. I'd never actually seen the movie in its entirety before. I'd seen every part of it, just not altogether and in order.

One of the things I love about that movie is the fact that even now, it still sends a shiver down my spine. cannibalism is one of the few things in fiction that still bothers me, and unwitting cannibalism even moreso. I don't even know why, there's just something about it that never fails to disturb me. To the point where it is, I believe, the only thing I've ever flat out refused to write.

I've written guro, I've written snuff, I've written all manner of intensely wrong situations...but cannibalism I shy away from. The closest I've come, I believe, is 'Now, At The Hour of Our Deaths', but I don't know if that counts as cannibalism, since it was technically a zombie/demon sort of thing. Who just happened to look human. I'll write it in original fiction, because I push a lot more of my own boundaries in original fiction.

Anyway! Picked nijawial up! We're now bemoaning the heat and humidity together, because it's crazily humid. Which is probably why my legs have been such a mess. And! Those boxes we ordered like three weeks ago finally showed up. O.o I'd given them up for gone!

And what I was fearing actually happened. I posted 'Don't Think Vice' on FF.net, since there was nothing graphic depicted in it, and someone PMed me to rip me a new one over having Jonas Venture use the term 'oriental'.

*headdesks*

I know it's not a PC term. Jonas? Not so much, no. This fic takes place in the 60s, these characters are canonically racist and sexist, and it'd be ridiculously OOC to have them using modern day PC terminology in dialogue. I tried to capture the way in which Jonas was presented in canon - as a golden god to the other characters, but not so great a guy to the audience. That includes his less than stellar attributes. I politely responded, explaining my reasoning, and pointing out the canon instances of the original Team Venture's racism - the two most glaring examples being the flashback in 'Now Museum, Now You Don't' with Jonas' 'disguise', and the comments Horace made regarding Kano's ethnicity in 'Past Tense'.

I am not the characters I write. Their words are not my words. When characters talk, they talk as themselves. Using their words. I don't see why people can't understand this.

OVT is go! :D I'm kind of amazed I can't find this pairing anywhere. Especially after season three....

(Also, packed four more bags and a tub!)

Title: Don't Think Vice (It's Alright)
Author: theladyfeylene
Pairing: Jonas Venture Sr/Colonel Horace Gentleman
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1197
Warnings: Spoilers for 'Dr. Quymn, Medicine Woman', allusions to various pairings. And standard 'offensive content' warning, since it's Venture Bros, and we're dealing with the original Team Venture.
Summary: Renaissance Playboys came in all manner of flavors, and a man of science could never ignore any opportunity that came his way....

(Don't Think Vice)

Due to popular request.... I tried my hand at a little DN/VB crossover. Not posting it anywhere else, as there's very little DN and mostly VB, since I had to alter DN canon to fit. But hell, even I sometimes can't resist throwing plausibility out the window in exchange for epic hotness. :D And, um, I will sell my soul or flesh or whatever for fan art of this. Ahem.

Title: Paradise By the Dashboard Light
Fandom: Death Note/Venture Bros
Pairing: Brock Sampson/Naomi Misora, allusions to L/Naomi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um...semi-public sex, slight raunchiness?
Spoilers: For the Venture Bros season 3 finale
Word Count: 2085
Summary: Working for the OSI brought more surprises than the FBI ever did - but they all paled in comparison to the bomb dropped by Brock Sampson. At least both agents were looking for a little distraction....

( Paradise By the Dashboard Light )

Bwahahahah, I popped my Venture Bros fic cherry. God, I hope it doesn't suck. I hate writing new fandoms, it's so damn nerve-wracking.

Title: Queen Jumps Queen
Author/Artist: theladyfeylene
Fandom: Venture Bros
Pairing: Molotov Cocktease/Queen Etherea!Dr. Girlfriend
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2
Author's Note: Written for yuri_challenge prompt 'In the circle of your arms'.
Summary: She was so desperate for excitement that even a quick tryst with some mysterious Soviet sex bomb seemed like a good idea.

( Queen Jumps Queen )

Oh, soreness. And weak, jelly legs.

Back safe and sound from my ESI! (For those just recently joining, an ESI is an Epidural Steroid Injection. Imagine a series of giant tetanus shots, directly into your spine. It's a relatively common chronic treatment for a variety of spinal issues.)

My lower back's sore and my legs have that wonderful fell-asleep-but-can't-wake-up sensation, and as usual I'm a quivering mess because I still have a terrible needle phobia. But it's over and done with, and after the soreness fades, I'll have a couple months of blissful less-pain! It really does make a difference, which is why I go back again and again for a procedure that honestly terrifies the hell out of me.

Though now I find myself a little at a loss as to what to do. No packing for a bit, because of this! I've got characters on hiatus at damned, I'm pretty sure I'm on full hiatus at CU just from lack of anyone getting back to me about threads and my communications with the mod, and well....we're all on hiatus at RW right! :D So I'd feel a little silly just un-hiatusing for a few days anywhere, and then going right back to hiatus - especially since I'll be at my sister;s this weekend.

Maybe I'll catch up on fic. I haven't submitted anything for yuri_challenge, dn_contest, 30_nights, 7_rainbows or one_liners in...a very long time.

But for now I'm going to put an ice pack on my lower back.

Holy fuck I finally did it!

A few people know how damn difficult it's been for me actually write L and Naomi actually having sex, despite many, many attempts. I first started trying to smut them about a year ago, and it's taken me this long to actually manage to write a full on penetrative sex scene between the two of them. L just...doesn't lend himself well to sex scenes. And I honestly didn't expect this to have actual sex when I started...um...way back when. But I remembered I'd started prompts 3 and 4, and needed to post something for 30_lemons, so decided to see which I could finish while I waited for my laundry to dry. And here's what came of it. :D

Title: We Are The Normal
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Naomi/L
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,718
Author's Note: Written for 30_lemons, challenge #4 'The Thrill of the Forbidden'
Summary: Naomi can't separate the legend from the man it surrounds - even in bed.

( We Are The Normal )

Oy, I haven't even been up an hour and already I have a headache.

So, D sent me an email, letting me know there were a bunch of new Death Note fics on ff.net that revolved around/were inspired by Another Note. Since I don't really read DN fic unless it's written by someone I know or revolves around Naomi, I decided I'd wander over and check them out.

I'm not sure why I did this, because a vast majority of DN fic makes me want to hit the authors over the head with a good psychology book.

( Cut For Ranting )

Whew, I feel better!

I had really bizarre Death Note/Venture Bros dreams last night. L was some sort of....super hero/genius thingy, and Light was his arch, and he went by the name Death God, and there was all sorts of bizarre stuff going on.

I'm also once more severely confused as to days, because when I turned on AS at 11:30 last night to watch Shin Chan, Venture Bros were on instead, making me panic and wonder how the hell it got to be Sunday so quickly. Oh, AS, you never fail to give me a moment's confusion when I forget to check your scheduling ahead of time.

talia_speaks linked me to the UPS site where I can get free boxes! So I put in an order, and within a week, should have plenty of boxes for packing. I'm thinking today it's time for my stuffed things and plushies to go into a large bag. SPEAKING OF! I found my Munich Ed plushie. He'd been stuffed into an obscure compartment of my duffel bag, not killed by plushie!Light as we had assumed. And plushie!Near is doing a very good job of keeping Light in line, so Ed should be perfectly safe.

Plushie!L has missed his husband!

Title: Prologue: Blood, Brass, and Bounties
Fandom: Death note
Pairing: N/A ATM
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Naomi Misora, L
Warnings: Some minor violence
Word Count: 2,195

Author's Note: This is a Steampunk AU written for dn_contest's Historical AU challenge. For those not familiar with Steampunk, it's essentially a blending of Victoriana with a science fiction or fantasy bent. Some examples include the works of Jules Verne, League of Extraordinaty Gentlemen, The Time Machine, and even Fullmetal Alchemist. And while I intended this to be just a little 'case' fic, it sort of spiraled into a Steampunk detective novel, so this is...a stand alone prologue, so to speak.

Summary: A serial killer, dead rent boys, a secret military 'archeological dig' in the desert, and the confusing death of a vacationing Gentleman all point to something amiss in the village of Tabernas. And it's up to the world's greatest crime solver and his bounty hunting companion to solve the mystery!

( Blood, Brass, and Bounties )

Title: It's Better In the Matinee
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Naomi/L
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1196
Warnings: Mild voyeurism
Author's Note: Written for 30_lemons #2, 'Audience'. As with almost all my Naomi/L fic, takes place in an AU where Naomi quit the FBI following the events in 'Another Note' and works with L.
Summary: She couldn't understand how he could so impassively spy on the lives of so many, without their knowledge, and feel no guilt over it. She felt guilty even catching glimpses of his surveillance monitors....

( It's Better In the Matinee )

Title: Glowing Like The Metal On The Edge of a Knife
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Naomi
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1156
Author's Note: Written for a 30_lemons claim, prompt 1 'Anonymity or Taken By the Stranger'. Takes place in my AU.
Warnings: Semi-public sex.
Summary: All Naomi had needed was a ride back to the hotel, but a stop in traffic sends the night down a different path....

( Glowing Like The Metal On The Edge of a Knife )

Well, whatever lethargy snared me yesterday, it's clearly gone today. It's not even ten thirty and I've already overhauled my living room, started laundry, cleaned my workroom and set up my one-of-a-kind chess set. It's just for decoration, as I've no one to play chess with, but it's a beautiful decorative piece.

Now I'm finally settling down with my morning mocha and getting online. I've still got a few more things I want to do, but my living room reflects 'me' a great deal more now. I also moved some of my figures out, and set them up. My mother thinks my Death Note triple figure is 'really neat'. So I don't mind having it up behind my TV - on the divider that separates my end of the house from the main kitchen.

I'm considering doing some major arranging and bringing in one of my modified CD towers for my DVDs. I'm just hankering for a change, I suppose. And as this is my living room, I'd like it to reflect me.

Which means yes, my living room screams 'Anachronistic Gothic Mega-Geek'. Which is fine with me. I think the blend of Victorian and morbid decor with various anime, manga and video game paraphernalia is an interesting blend.

Ever since I had that dream about James and Henry, my mind has gone back to all that fic and fan art I found for them as a pairing. And once more I find myself wondering 'but how would that work?'. And, similar to the thought process that led to the only L/Light fic I will ever write - but never post outside my personal LJ - I have begun to ponder how it could be done where it's plausible and makes sense and stays IC.

And you know what? There are ways to do it, without going crazily AU. Or relying on deus ex machina. It's hard, and would take chapters and chapters of writing, but it could be done.

Not by me, as I have... a backlog of epic fics I'm already working on. (My epic Henry/Angela, my spanning-five-years-because-it's-the-only-way-L-could-ever-even-start-getting-comfortable-to-have-sex Naomi/L fic that nijawial and I hammered out and discussed, my CM/HP crossover for talia_speaks that spans an epic case....) But I am just pleased and satisfied that I could work it out to my own satisfaction.

Someday I will write the idea up, too.

I have finished my donut, I have RP posts to reply to, and then a bunch of small household chores. chaneystarr, I'll ping you when I'm done!

I was up relatively early for a Sunday morning - 9:30 - and was awake in time for my dad to wander down and offer me breakfast. I popped one of my pills and feasted on ham and eggs and toast, and it was delicious. I just ate the yolks, to be safe, but it was still quite tasty and I haven't fallen over in the fetal position with gut cramps yet, so I figure my pill worked.

Last night I lost internet, so I popped in the first DVD of Getbackers and zoned out to goofy fun anime. I also finally found a way to keep my new DVDs neatly displayed and contained in my living room. I dug out my box for that Death Note triple figure I got at Sabo, and it happens to be the perfect shape for holding DVDs. It's currently housing Getbackers, Saikano and Aeon Flux.

Speaking of, I think I'm going to bring the figure itself out here. It's currently on top of my bureau, but it's somewhat hidden behind all my PVC figures. And I certainly can't have those out here - well, I could, but I'd feel slightly awkward about it. It's bad enough when my dad happens to pop his head inside my bedroom and comment teasingly on the half or near naked 12 inch high anime girls all over my room. It would be even worse if they were in my living room.

This will of course ruin the eventual Steampunk decor I'm aiming for, but meh. I can put it on the shelf behind the television. It will look just lovely between my apple teapot and my Sanrio lunchbox.

I really need to organize my crap.

Piroshkis came out delicious. I ate two yesterday, and my mother heated two up for brunch today. The rest are in the freezer for later. We're trying the pub again today, despite our last two visits being less than great. But they have the best ale in town.

Thunder's starting up already. I should take my bath before it hits us.

I have over 1,000 words of a Death Note Steampunk AU mystery/thriller written. It's nice to be writing again.

I had one of those experiences yesterday that shakes you to the core. Not in a good or a bad way, it just shakes you. Stumbled upon the Livejournal of an old, old ex. I didn't read any of it - I felt far too close to stalkerish just looking at the userinfo - but it really hammered once more how far I've come and how much I've changed.

Apparently Sci-Fi channel ran out of bad horror movies to show. This almost makes me sad.