Aug. 22nd, 2008

karanguni: (uh HAWKEYE)
Considering that I will be shoving the remainder of my philosophy syllabus down my own throat tomorrow in addition to the, um, Ambitious Fic Plan.

So, the to-do list for the new morning:

- Lots of studying
- Triple Bill consisting of

a) writing three fics
b) posting three fics
c) straddling three fandoms.

Mmm, I love how ideas come at the worst of times, and during examination season, to boot.

Triple Bill #1: Batman

Will hopefully break the four thousand word barrier and not leave me dead; continuation of the current arc, with huge smack-in-face guest appearances and a lot of Terry being Terry being Terry.

Triple Bill #2: Final Fantasy VII

Because just when you think you can't write for it without inspiration, inspiration hits: more Tseng fic, this time with creepy scientists and a lot of Creepy Tseng. Kind of. Sort of.

Triple Bill #3: Baccano!

Sending myself right back to hell with this one; playing with Claire and... stuff.

Feel free to scream at me a lot tell me which one ought to come first; mostly I just want to do something during my break hours that don't involve plucking my eyeballs out and/or major depression.


I wish I were not a student; then I could write fic all day and also earn some income, if only to augment my stupid and petty desire to buy more icon space.

I am shallow, like a frozen-over Pacific Ocean.

[edit] And then, sneakily browsing the flist, I discover pointless feel-good memes, which are good for everyone who chooses to play! \o\ I'll do you if you do me mmm mindless punning at one in the morning.

Snaps Cup Meme
karanguni: (TSENG smiles)
First in the Triple Bill: three fics from three fandoms dealing with the topic-of-the-day. \o\ Today's exposition courtesy of Friedrich Nietzsche:

"One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive."

Not my usual fare, I'll be the first to admit, but there's distinct fun in poking pain and torture at Tseng in a way that involves so few guns. 8D

Title: To Pay Dearly
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (post-CC, pre-AC)
Characters: Tseng, Hojo
Rating: PG
Warnings: Creepy scientist man? Spoilers for BC.
Summary: Good specimens are always the most difficult to acquire.

1062 words and mmmm, Shinra politics all over again.

Tseng kept his eyes on the electronic count of his heart rate. )
karanguni: (try your LUCK)
This one sort of came for me in part because of Laylah's most amazing fic; this psychotic little offshoot now rests as the second of my weird pan-fandom immortality Triple Bill. \o\

Title: To Come, And Go
Fandom: Baccano!
Characters: Luck/Claire, Claire/Chane, appearances by the rest of the Gandors
Rating: Soft, soft R
Summary: Luck tries something - some things - he shouldn't, in search of something - some things - that he's not sure he should have.

1877 words and weird little family issues.

It makes Luck smile, at least, before the doors close and separate them both. )
karanguni: (GANDOR family)
Hi! I know there've been a couple of new additions to the flist lately - first off, a huge hello hello to everyone! \o\

Also, to cut down on spam to everyone else, I'm thinking of putting together a Batman beta-filter, because I have five thousand weirdo ideas that I don't think everyone wants to end up seeing for this fandom. 8D If you guys think this is a good idea, lemme know - mi casa su casa, and if Batman squee posts are spammy, I'd like to clean up for everyone. 8D

ajsfkljlas okay, now I should be getting to bed so that I can get up and study my ass off tomorrow and finish off the Triple Bill. /o/ If I am lucky, I'll be alive enough to actually take my damned exams.

And because it wouldn't be right to go to sleep too soon: opening up the comments for flashdrabble requests! Just drop me a prompt or a character or an idea or a bomb, and I'll smash out a few lines for you before I get round to my zzzzz-ing.

 

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