Sep. 16th, 2008

karanguni: (CLAIRE is amazed)
I have one more exam left, but instead of studying I finished up Making Money and

And now I need to write Moist fic, immediately, and with a lot of Vetinari and possibly the whole world. JESUS. Let's just take into account the fortunate (unfortunate) psychosis of the current financial world, too! Lehman! Merrill Lynch! AIG! THE UNIVERSE.

All they need are better conmen.
karanguni: (HUGHES junshou)
I, I am drunk on studying and Pratchett and Seven Nation Army/Sweet Dreams, and it is 415 in the morning, and if I wake up tomorrow and regret this terribly, I will pretend it didn't happen. 8D

Colours

Fandom: Discworld (post-Making Money)
Characters: Vetinari, Moist, Adora Belle cameo
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for Making Money? Vetinari being creepy?
Summary: Black isn't exactly Moist's colour, but Vetinari prefers to make his own decisions about this (and every) kind of thing.

2111 words, Vetinari showing affection the only way he knows how, and, um, clothes!

'Black isn't quite your colour,' said Vetinari, and Moist wasn't sure how to take that. )
karanguni: (BATMAN and NIGHTWING)
This is me, biting off more than I can chew again! 8D 8D Recommended listening for this fic: Underworld - Moaner, from the Batman and Robin soundtrack. Around about 2:32 is where I imagine Dick starting to run really fast and ajlsfkjaslkfj okay stopping here.

Companion drabble-arc other-side-of-the-AU thing to the Counting Down The Hours drabble-arc-thing. Titles stolen from Ted Leo once more, for even greater justice!


Gold is just a trick of the light

Fandom: Batman/Batman Beyond
Characters: Dick, Terry
Rating: PG
Warnings: Assumes comics!canon for Beyond!canon. Post-RotJ, in some fluffy canonspace.
Summary: You're not - allowed - to be a junkie when you - belong - to this - family, but -

1213 words and I have no idea where I am going with this except that there will be grief and a lot of terror and oh god, I am so sorry, DC.

'Is this your idea of a sick joke?' He looks down at the blue stripe across Dick's chest like it's an ugly scar. )

 

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