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I'd had my old account for about 3 or so years, but my parents found my (very fannish, very swear-filled, very asexuality/genderstuff-crammed, basically; Very Internet) profile and I immediately abandoned it. I tried setting up a decoy and changing my name and url, but that didn't work, either, so I'm starting afresh, no embarassing past!self tweets to incriminate me.

Here I am!

Current Mood: complacent

A few days before Christmas I was in WHSmith's buying last-minute presents (which, in my defense, were all thoughtful and not cop-outs at all) when I remembered that the sixth book in the Skulduggery Pleasant series had come out a couple of months ago, and I immediately picked it up and bought it. I'd been a fan since the first book had been released, but I'd been a bit put off by the lack of coherent, bound-together fandom and the fact that as I got older, the fans seemed to be getting younger. I'd pretty much abandoned it to be honest, but I'd always loved the series - when I read the recent book I remembered why. They're well written, and accessible, and great, and they come with everything I love; gore, fights, sharp suits, flashy magic and sarcastic as hell characters, one of whom is a Skeleton and a Detective (hence the tagline of the first novel, self. Duh).

I've had Derek Landy's blog bookmarked on my internet bar forever since I got my computer, and hadn't the heart to take it off - I started reading it again, fell back in love with the crazy but tiiiiiiny fandom, flailed with some Tumblrites and basically used it as a crutch to help me through the 2nd series of Sherlock, because my god. I'm still writing my Marriage Blanc fic, but I've since pooped out a 5,000 or so thing which is a Sherlock/Skulduggery Pleasant crossover - what if Sherlock's skull was Skulduggery's? - entitled 'Two Brain Cavities Are Better Than One' (inspired by redscharlach's S1 Sherlock icon of the same tagline!), made a Skulduggery FST and started a semi-in character Skulduggery blog on Tumblr basically to save my normal followers - I sensed that twoo many completely conflicting fandoms was a bit annoying, so.

I've also started another Skulduggery WIP, mainly because I got sick of reading/whining about horribly characterised fandom interpretations of the Valduggery pairing (it's hard to find any fic at all, so if anyone disagrees with this I'd uh, love some recs?), too.

'Two Brain Cavities Are Better Than One' can be found here at AO3,
'Raising Heck', my FST, can be found here, and the Tumblr-thing can be found here.
My fic of the same name can be found here.

Also, if you're interested in the SP fandom at all I suggest you check out this comm! It's regularly updated by one person at the moment, which is good (there are three other comms for SP on LJ, all dead) but bad (because it's not fair to maintain a comm all on your lonesome!).

Prompted by powdered_opium, I recently wrote a one shot based on the concept that Sherlock "used to be a ballerina" (although in the commentfic thread it was prompted, they and romanaorfred proceeded to do something far funnier and better with the concept than I).
Follow the fake cut to read it here
( or the real one to read it here, if you prefer DW/LJ to AO3! )

About a week ago romanaorfred and I were on gtalk when they had an idea for a Sherlock fic;
in which Sherlock is gay, John is straight, but they're together, because it's the only way John can keep Sherlock clean (from cigarettes; cocaine). Everyone knows, except for Sherlock - Anderson tries to warn Sherlock, Donovan feels sorry for him, Mrs. Hudson finds out immediately etc.

As is typical of Lee, I thought this was prompt was deliciously uncomfortable and heartbreaking and oh dear, and decided I had to write it, in time for the new season.

(Getting in a last hurrah in The Great Wait, as it were. Yes, I timed it badly. I know.)

I'm proud because so far I've managed to write and edit every single day since I started it, even if that was only 100 words and a paragraph restructuring (I'm looking at you, 20th December) and I've been posting progress on DW.

If you want to take a look, it's here.

I've just discovered that I deal with introspection/ruminations of asexuality by writing short stories on it, which is weird and embarassing though does explain the amount that I seem to be writing on the subject.

I will try to write some more stuff that hasn't been hammered out in a second (and is therefore unbeta-ed and crap- I'm pretending this is like a diary) and is very self-centred soon.

i.e. Hint hint: I may be writing some explicitly homoromantic fanfiction. Yeah, you may get a reward for reading my tripe.

Anyway; basically the product of my rhythm class and losing my ring one too many times.
(Fun Past-fic reference) my hands are skinny-ass and... Double-jointed. Yes, that's right, folks. So I can bend my fingers odd ways to hide mah black ring.)

As always, the characters aren't actually me or my friends but are rather AU-us. Yeah, confusing, I know.
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Lost

It starts when she comes into school wearing the ring at the start of the new year.

Months ago (months and months; she can't quite remember how long) she'd come into school and either through whispers or from the horses' mouth itself, most people had found out.

But now the ring follows wherever she goes; at sleepovers it is slept in, and even when rings are deemed inappropriate (she hides it from teachers), especially black ones, she still wears it.

She laughs and is delighted when a girl on her computers course Googles what the ring's for, and even being caught once or twice by a few teachers doesn't stop her wearing it.

And then she takes to fiddling with it; when a romantic film comes on (English) or in discussions on sexuality and boys (Citizenship and lunch-hour). She'd always been a fiddler, and from there it graduates to running a thumb over its glassy surface and slipping it from hand-to-hand. We play a parody of the old patta-cake clapping games when they talk, because it's a ritual, and she takes it off and rests it on her knee when I complains that it hurts.

Which of course leads to her losing it.

Losing it and dropping it; in classrooms, down chairs, down tops (try explaining that one to the people who think she's a repressed gay) and on floors. Usually it's picked straight back up again after a muttered 'damn', but sometimes it can't be found that easily. And that's when my friend panics.

She acts as though the ring is as essential as the glasses she's as blind as a bat without. Whole groups of our friends are enlisted to help look for it, and each time the ring is found it's met with a 'thank god' and a fervent thanks to either some hidden deity or the disgruntled people she's managed to uproot in its search.

I walk towards her as she taps the ring against the plastic lunch table; the group's been discussing one-night-stands again.

"You really love that bloody thing, don't you?" I say, trapping the fluttering bird hands under my book.

She smiles.

Ecu's undead journal from heck.

When I rule the world, I'll write novels

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Skulduggery and Sherlock fandom stuff of varying levels of interestingosity

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