karanguni: (Default)
Holy fuck this show is so good I may actually die.

Yotaro. Yotaro. YOTARO. YOTARO!!!!! You wouldn't know heresy if it BIT YOU ON THE FACE but it doesn't matter because you are going to FIX THIS SHITSHOW MY BOY, YES YOU WILL
karanguni: hooray for the googly eyed (YAMATO banzai)
Out of nowhere, Saific! My fingers also now hurt, and I can barely close my eyes for caffeination.

Doing It ANBU

Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG
Characters: Sai, Kakashi; Yamato, Sasuke, cast
Warning: AU futurefic.
Summary: Rehabilitating Sasuke was supposed to be easier than fighting a war.

7974 words and, mm, but canon is delicious for breakfast.

Three months, sixteen missions, and an uncountable number of attempts on his sanity after taking on ANBU captaincy, Sai was beginning to understand where Yamato-taicho's creepy eyes originated from: let Kakashi-senpai take you at unawares too often and, eventually, your face began to stick that way. )
karanguni: (terry MCGINNIS)
So, in some alternate universe when K writes Batman Beyond she is actually able to stop. Clearly that is not this universe, because when K writes Batman Beyond in this universe she loses her fingers. One day I will write for active fandoms. It shall be a happy day, full of me never being able to write Inception. One day.

Written for [livejournal.com profile] au_bingo prompt Other: Mundane. Or, the Fic In Which Terry Does Not Actually Stumble Upon The Cave. Also the Fic In Which Terry Thinks Weird Thoughts About Women, Men, Workplace Attire and Everything.

Dressed

Fandom: Batman Beyond
Rating: PG
Characters: Terry, Bruce, hand-wavey Powers
Summary: There are, theoretically, other ways to fight crime than in cape and cowl.

4078 words (COUNT THEM!!) and too much Terry-brain-splody for one night.

'Don't walk,' Bruce says to Terry's back, watching him wade out amongst the sharks. 'Strut.' )
karanguni: (BALTHIER beckons)
The Jardine Matheson Corporation - to summarise: Hong Kong, the early-to-mid 1800s. Shipping company! Smuggling opium into China for Great Profit! Being otherwise a very legitimate shipping company that seeks Independence and Liberty from the East India Company's monopoly over trade in the region! Politics! Letters sent over the course of the Opium War! It's exciting and I promise I'll make it even more unbelievably insane, even though it's hard to compete with a reality that involves Captains of ships almost starting international accidents, Owners of Companies who have glibber tongues and stunning eloquence and skulls that CAN WITHSTAND BEING BELTED IN BY CLUBS, late British colonialism that is oddly both reluctant and ridiculously effective at the same time, and two good friends who come from completely separate backgrounds taking over a new economic world. HAVE I PIMPED HARD ENOUGH? And in between there is everything about Hong Kong that I have ever wanted to research and spend time appreciating and combing through that I now will! /o/ \o\

J & M

Fandom: Historical fiction: 1800s Hong Kong, Jardine-Matheson &c.
Rating: PG
Characters: Jardine, Matheson, cameos by a bunch of other historical figures
Summary:

Correspondence between the Estimable Mssrs. James Matheson and William Jardine, now and later of the Jardine Matheson Corporation in Hong Kong, detailing in personal colours the trials and tribulations that accompany the establishment of such a Shipping Company in such a time when Her Majesty's interests are both Colonial and Economic and Diplomatic.

Mssr. Matheson, having been blessed with good birthing and more than respectable living circumstances, must be excused for his eloquence. Mssr. Jardine, having been blessed by hard living and leanness, but be excused for his frightening ability.



1066 words and a lot of banter!

Dear James, am in England, please do not do anything too rash that may make us too rich in the next few months -- )
karanguni: (BALTHIER beckons)
[livejournal.com profile] ellnyx and I were talking [livejournal.com profile] nasdack, and in between lots of guilty feelings and a lot of random conversational tidbits, she provided this prompt: Balthier/Tseng/Rufus - inversion of roles/ceremony - love came in accordance with what he promised, and not only out of gratitude. And lo, I have written something:

~900 words. Tseng/Rufus/Balthier. Very soft R.

Tseng doesn't offer any explanation when Rufus looks at him in askance. 'I'm sorry we're late,' he says instead. )


THEN SOMEHOW, TENTACLES GOT MENTIONED. Mayhap it is because shoe-kink still is unfathomable to Nyx, she instead jumps forward towards tentacles:

(12:13:58 AM) nyx: b/t/r, TENTACLE SEX
(12:14:00 AM) K: OKAY
(12:14:02 AM) K: YOU ARE ON
...
(12:14:11 AM) K: I WILL TENTACLE SEX THOSE THREE
(12:14:16 AM) nyx: NO NONO
(12:14:23 AM) K: WHAT IS THAT YOU ARE SAYING
(12:14:24 AM) K: YES YES YES?
(12:14:25 AM) nyx: THOSE THREE SEX THE TENTACLES
...
(12:14:44 AM) K: RUFUS DARING BALTHIER OR VICE VERSA
(12:14:45 AM) nyx: YES
...
(12:14:52 AM) K: SUCKERS
(12:14:53 AM) nyx: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Now that I have ascertained that this is NOT MY FAULT, I am here to enable. Here we go, tentacle porn. Or, uh, the closest I could get to it, anyway. NOT BRAIN SAFE. NOT HEAD SAFE. It's almost work safe. BUT IT HAS TENTACLES. FOR [livejournal.com profile] nasdack VERSE. If that doesn't warn you, NOTHING WILL! I blame the meds and 350am! CAVEAT LECTOR.

[edit] NOW KNOWN AS:

SQUID PRO QUO

Warnings for squick! ~900 words. R. Tseng, Rufus, Balthier/DRUG PRODUCING TENTACLE MONSTER.

Crack, tentacles, and, uh, yeah. Crack and tentacles. )


[[edit]]

I think it is fair warning to direct readers to the copy of this post on nasdack, where, in the comments, Nyx illustrates how she is 2000 times crazier than I am.
karanguni: (dick is HIGH)
I solemnly swear to write Batman fic.

I solemnly swear to write Bruce AU sort of fic in which he turns into a pauper or something.

I solemnly swear to make Terry suffer. Again. More. A lot.

I solemnly swear to write Tseng/Veld.

I solemnly, solemnly swear to write Tseng/random guy just mindlessly screwing each others' brains out for [livejournal.com profile] nasdack.

I solemnly swear to write Genesis and Veld fucking shit up. Over something.

I solemnly swear to write Rufus getting bitched out by Reeve and then re-bitching him back. If that's grammatically possible.

I solemnly swear to write a bizarre short AU piece in which everyone is an angel and Lucifer's really angry all the time, like that isn't already status quo.

I solemnly swear that I am solemnly apologising for solemnly and swearishly spamming your flists.

I solemnly swear to find ways to cook good food from ether while I do this tomorrow on my break, because on Friday oh god on Friday ahahah Friday.

I solemnly swear that what I need is a "SCREAMING WITH MY HEAD LOPPED OFF" icon.


SO, WHO'S GOING TO KICK MY ASS TO GET ME TO WRITE WHICH OF THOSE FIRST BEFORE I FREAK OUT AND LOSE MY MIND? *BEAMS*
karanguni: (BALTHIER beckons)
So. Guess who's writing a Stephen Maturin-Tseng-Balthier like AU madfic in her head? GUESS. GUESS! :D :D :D :D :D 8D
karanguni: (COOPER rock)
I WAS RANDOMLY SURFING GOOGLE AND OH MY GOD AHAHA [livejournal.com profile] rahmbamarama PEOPLE, LOOK AT THIS, THERE ARE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT MY RAHM/ANDERSON FICS IN CHINESE I KEEP READING THEM AND GIGGLING OH MY GOD I HAVE A MEETING IN AN HOUR AND WHAT THE FUCK AND THIS IS BIZARRE AND I KNEW I SHOULD NOT HAVE SLEPT AT THREE IN THE MORNING

HELP, HELP, SANITY SEEMS A STRANGE FOREIGN THING
karanguni: (holy ROBIN batman)
Just finished 5000+ words of RPS fic. Am finally done with it. SHAKING WITH RELIEF. Brain needs to turn off now. Or back on. OR SOMETHING.

Also, mail went out today - Snow/Kristin/[livejournal.com profile] white_jenna, cards are heading down, do not throw out! ♥
karanguni: (DICK swings weird)
WORK. Think of the largest, toothiest, most evil monster that you can, then add warts and pimples and exploding sacs of pus and then multiply it by a factor of fifteen, and maybe you might approximate the hell that is WORK. 'nuff said.

LEGS. They ache, from not being able to run (weather) and walking too much (work) and sitting down too much (work) and walking the same damned area (work). LEGS.

TIRED. The feeling that one gets when one wants to write fic (so much fic) and yet cannot keep one's eyes open long enough to do so. TIRED.

TASTY. Hazelnut coffee. TASTY.

BEAUTIFUL. The Tseng sketch that appeared in my room. Insanely BEAUTIFUL.

BED. The place I long to be. BED.

FULL OF NOTHING. My Valentinr - karanguni -- the bizarre meme for Valentine's that's going around, is. I'll do yours if you do mine, wink wink nudge nudge. February is the SEASON FOR LOVE, because the holiday makes me want to alternately laugh and beat things up. The cards that are going on sale are *__________* FULL OF NOTHING.

BRAINS. Something that I do not have. BRAINS.

POST OFFICES. Something that I wish we had more of. POST OFFICES.

MONEY. Something I wish I had an unlimited supply of. MONEY.

DEATH. What beckons. DEATH.

[edit]

OUTRAGEOUS. The sudden urge to rewind 24802984 years of my life, since the unbearable urge to write Tezuka/Fuji PRINCE OF TENNIS fic has suddenly exploded in my mind. OUTRAGEOUS.

DAUNTING. The prospect of finishing my last-ish [livejournal.com profile] rahmbamarama fic. It feels bigger than my head is right now. DAUNTING.

DIARRHOEA. What I have, verbally, at this point in my Sliding Scale of Squinty Fail. DIARRHOEA.
karanguni: (RUFUS' clothes)
My god, I haven't written in so long. *___*

Signal to Noise

Fandom: FFXII/FFVII (Stockmarket AU)
Characters: Tseng/Rufus
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Rufus, in Chicago.

1176 words and, uh, phonesex. Kinda. Sorta. Almost.

( Something in the air changes, as though Tseng can tell. )
karanguni: (BARACK chibi)
So, who's the crazy person who has decided to give as many people on the flist a present as she can? I AM! *BEAMS* In the spirit of the new year and attempting to kick my ass back into action. I've taken what prompts you guys have given me over the last however-many-times-I-decided-to-click-previous-entries, and have spun what I can. Happy new year! ♥ from this side of the universe.

[livejournal.com profile] dnatio_memoriae generously donated her art skillz for a couple of these, and may be contributing more in the morning! IS THE WORLD NOT A BEAUTIFUL PLACE. OH YES, IT IS. ♥

numinicious - Lucifer (Lucifer, postcard) )

dnatio_memoriae: Baccano! (Luck, Claire, writing on the wall) )

white_jenna: Final Fantasy VII (Tseng, cocktail napkin) )

muse_lightning: nasdack FFVII AU (Tseng, Elena, post-its) )

knightlineninja: Cowboy Bebop (Spike, short letter) )

voksen: Baccano! (Czes, longhand letter) )

logistika_nyx: nasdack AU (Elena/Tseng: he's full of wishful thinking) )

misura: nasdack AU (Dark Nation, Rufus) )

If you feel you have been deprived a present, feel free to dump a prompt of any sort on me! After all, Chinese New Year (ha! coming from me, least traditional of people!) lasts a good long while, technically! :D Right now I am going to lean back in my seat and let my eyes explode for a while. ♥
karanguni: (STEWART chibi)
Need to run out the door soon, and I have not:

- Taken that bath
- Eaten any lunch
- Printed out that spreadsheet
- Visited that neighbour


But I have:

- Participated in #yulechat inspired madness which will hopefully come to (NOT HOPEFULLY, I'M SORRY - DEFINITELY) life in July. Oh god.
- Done absolutely nothing else.

I am going to:

- Hell
- Flail around headlessly for a bit
- Die of exhaustion by the end of tonight

- Pretend that I didn't sign up for a fucking government meeting on Tuesday
- Do the above, just one more time for great justice
- Get that charity work done before the charity work does me

In the meantime I am:

- Desperately tired
- Desperately high
- But still desperately tired

And I want to:

- Catch up with my real life, which is getting un-caught-up with
- Hug a thousand people
- Sleep all day
- Code all night

But I will settle for:

- Screaming quietly
karanguni: (RUFUS' clothes)
I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE UNIVERSE LIKES ME SO MUCH RIGHT NOW, BECAUSE TODAY HAS BEEN INCREDIBLE.

TSENG. DRAWN. PAINTED. WITH RUFUS. BY [livejournal.com profile] dnatio_memoriae. IF YOU DO NOT LOSE AT LEAST A FEW BRAINCELLS LOOKING AT THE SHEER HOTNESS OF HIS SUIT AND RUFUS IN A TIE, YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY BLIND AND MUST LOOK CLOSER FROM THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SOUL.

ajflka fjlas fjlkas fljs kfja slkjf as *lick* *lick* *LICK*

Plus, it comes over and on top of other awesome things this week:

  1. Getting a POSTCARD from Columbia. What the fuck, university, you're months away and already you are beautiful.
  2. Getting a letter from Columbia, which - as copy/pasted as I'm sure it is - is still so damned shiny, because, my god, it's like, this adult woman telling me she loves me and that she spoke for me during the admissions panel, and then she signs off in real pen, even managing to almost misspell "New York". I am in so much love it's crazy.
  3. It turns out that the best friend is, actually, alive! Tired sounding, but alive! My heart is more at peace than it has been in a while upon hearing that.
  4. Getting friended by [livejournal.com profile] yuletide people is like getting people-shaped presents in my inbox.
  5. Writing an insane number of fics for [livejournal.com profile] yuletide apparently generates an insane amount of feedback; this is something I can live with.
  6. Hopefully we will be upgrading to better internets soon! Faster surfing. I like muchly.


[edit] Omg. It is five minutes later and I am still looking at the pretty. The shoes. THE SHOES. And Tseng's VEST. And my god the creases, they look so real, I want to touch them. And then make them... creas-ier.

I seriously have been so fucking gifted with amazing friends and crazymadawesome fellow fandom people. Yuletide's an important season for this journal, since (looking back) I realise that my first venture into fic and fandom et al s'dated almost exactly a year ago from now. *g* I'd never have imagined that I'd meet so many insanely talented and beautiful human beings. Thank you, flist, for being who and what you all are. I LOVE YOU, and am so lucky to be blessed to know you.
karanguni: (YULETIDE snowflake -)
kv: capitalisation will happen, but not in this post and not today. oh, yeah, merry christmas, and stuff.


what feels like five billion hours later: 8 yuletides! 50000 chat! quote-of-the-day:

Madness means never having to say you're sorry for the duck pricking. (mikeneko) Fade to quack.



okay going off to die in bed so that i can sleep through sermon-that-i-don't-want-to-go-for. happy times, everyone, and may your presents be material!
karanguni: (Anderson COOPER says ?)
Somehow, I just keep sending myself to hell over and over and over again. It's like some terminal illness inspired by [livejournal.com profile] evercourant. SOMEBODY PLEASE STOP ME. Disclaimer again: I DON'T KNOW THEM. I DON'T - OH GOD - WANT TO DO ANYTHING TO THEM. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME. THIS IS ALL FICTION. I PLEAD INSANITY.

Pundits/Rahm, again. Follows up from this crazy thing.

All's Fair in War and, Well. Mostly Just War

Fandom: Pundits and fakepolitics
Characters: Rahm and Anderson, with Stephen and Jon.
Rating: PG13.
Summary: Anderson really wants his friends to just get along. It's all right; Rahm will make that (censored) happen.

2192 words, and please someone shoot me in the head, it would be a mercykilling.

'You got a chance to send him a Christmas gift and you didn't send him anthrax?' )
karanguni: (RENO turns)
I'm probably going to regret this when I wake up tomorrow. Today. Something:

So, most of the stuff on [livejournal.com profile] nasdack is pretty serious stuff. Well, sometimes. Big long fic. More than 500 words. Hard to read when you just want a short, sharp dose of feel-good.

Well.



That, and more, at the downjones.

The concept: happy hilarity. Not always ever serious. Sometimes you get real bits of finance, thrown in when K is feeling particularly delirious. Or Nyx doing some magic with the characters.

In truth: if Reno had a blog. That's all I'm saying.

For your convenience: there's an rss lj feed that you can friend: [livejournal.com profile] downingjones.

In conclusion: going to hell now, and bed.

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A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax