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I signed up for Pulped_Fictions. Far too late to sign up for the Fairy Tale Bingo, mind you, which is the whole reason I'd decided to sign up, but there you go. I'm trying to fulfil their weekly prompts as often as possible, and here's my first one...
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I also signed up for the Homestuck Shipping Olympics. I got Cotton Candy! I would have thought that that ship would have gone faster (I recognise nearly all of the names for Jane<3Roxy, whereas for Jake<3Dirk or John<Karkat I recognise nearly none) but it still went pretty fast, so I'm indebted to Isidore for being my Resident USian. A lot of the ships surprised me, actually - ships I used to think were popular struggled to get members and I saw a few unconfirmed ones that I swear I've read fic after fic for on AO3.

I've updated Raising Heck, although I've hit somewhat of a stumbling block with that particular story. I really enjoy writing it, and I have the plot all mapped out and that's fine, but along with my procrastinating laziness I just can't seem to write the selkie couple, damnit.

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.

Today for some reason in my college Literature class, my lecturer told us to find three natural items that reflected our emotional state at that very moment.

Although I thought this was an odd thing (after all, my college is basically Concrete Campus Capital, with a side order of Metal and Glass) I hopped to it, merrily leaving the classroom - except not, since today has been pretty horrible, actually - and walking outside into the bitter cold. Dodging my six foot three classmate as he leapt gracefully out of the nearby bushes like a stoner gazelle having found the big stick he wanted, I immediately set upon finding a nettle plant and something thorny or at least black for myself.

(It was that kind of day.)

After using my cardigan as a makeshift glove to pick my nettles I headed back inside with my spoils (a dandelion, a nettle leaf and a reedy husk) and was promptly told that I had to write a Haiku with the 5-7-5-7-7 syllable scheme about my emotions, based on one of these items.

I Do Not Do Poems.

However after we'd vomited up our drivel and our teacher had told us to go she pleaded that could some of us, please, anybody submit our tweaked and edited poems to her for publishing (anonymously) on the college's intranet for the "poem a day" scheme, and what can I say?
I've never been one to refuse a desperate forty-something English teacher who genuinely thinks that Freud is a good person to psychoanalyse her students with.

Anyway, if someone is indeed reading this harsh crit would be appreciated - I'm convinced I need to work in 'trodden' somewhere.
~~~

Today
I feel fragile and
Broken, half a nettle leaf
Full of poison sting.
Covered in glass-sharp needles
That shatter under your skin.

Ecu's undead journal from heck.

When I rule the world, I'll write novels

Entries tagged with writing

Study ethic, we don't need no stinking study ethic

Skulduggery and Sherlock fandom stuff of varying levels of interestingosity

Ballerino! A Sherlock Fic

Marriage Blanc

Sylvia Plath

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