karanguni: (HUGHES junshou)
Quick, you're all probably bored enough to reply if you're reading this (*g*) - Tseng and Lazard, yes/no? And while you're at it - which pairing/sort-of-pairing within the guts of Shinra presses your buttons? This is not me scuffing around for fic ideas, nope. LOOK OVER THAT WAY.

And also, anyone know if Tseng and Lazard have ever existed in the same fic before? The depths of FFVII community hell I am not brave enough to confront on a Monday night - any Shinra fics that you guys can rec to me?
karanguni: (ED high)
My nose is killing me, but that won't be the only thing killing me pretty soon. There's a bunch of prompts waiting in the aisles, [livejournal.com profile] springkink claims start tomorrow, roads_diverged on IJ has me scrambling for ideas and time and breath, and the weekend only lasts one day more. I should attach some sort of electric zapping device to my fingers, and press the button everytime I stop writing to find food to eat/read Wikipedia for no reason/play Freecell/browse for nice looking icons/laze.

Also, a big wet sloppy hello to everyone new on the flist! *beams*

son of a

Apr. 3rd, 2008 02:20 pm
karanguni: (danny OCEAN)
JUST FINISHED CRISIS CORE. CANNOT STOP TALKING IN CAPS. MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW CUT.

OH GOD OH GOD )

SOMEBODY MAKE ME TSENG ICONS NOW BEFORE I BLEED OUT INTO HELLSFJHALJFIAJFSLlf
karanguni: (RUFUS looks)
Title: The Necessary
Characters: Tseng
Rating: (Very soft) R
Summary: Working for Shinra during the War in Wutai and Tseng does what he wants: chooses his allegiances, who he sleeps with, what he does. Then Tseng does what he must: breaks bones, ethics and people.
Warnings: Runs along the same parallel as Country Boy; mentions sex briefly; Tseng's history is all invention, invention, invention!

1929 words. God Tseng, why do you always have to jump on me like this.

The trouble with war: it was easy to start one, and hell to end it. )
karanguni: (RUFUS looks)
I need to stop writing now or I am going to kill myself.

Title: Cream and Bastards
Characters: Tseng, Zack
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: Tseng and Zack talk; about what they've done, and who they've done.
Warnings: Set in the middle of Crisis Core, when Zack is exiled to spend time on a beach with the Turks. Spoilers for Crisis Core and Before Crisis.

2768 words. Almost, but not quite, slash.

And it was only the remaining cream and bastards who rose to the top. Tseng was more than a little of both. )
karanguni: (RUFUS' clothes)
Title: Fact of the Matter
Characters: Zack, Tseng
Rating: PG
Summary: Zack's spent too much damned time in helicopters watching Tseng watching him watching Tseng.
Warnings: Crisis Core insertfic just after Zack and Tseng have that... interesting conversation regarding Aerith outside the church.

1255 words. Genfic. Tseng is a bit twisty, but only if you squint.

Tseng tilted his head to the side, just barely. 'I wasn't aware that I was looking at you in any particular way.' )
karanguni: (HUGHES junshou)
Not dead yet! Playing Crisis Core. Will come out of hole once Tseng stops making me drool over my keyboard. Exciting! Even more exciting: short drabble of mine got translated; such things have never happened before, v. cool. Brain melting. Squeenix hasn't spat me out yet. Nghhh.


Things to write:

* Crisis Core fic: Tseng, Zack genfic; two of them cooped up too damned long in helicopters with no one else around and Tseng is about as much of a conversationalist as Zack is a deep thinker: "Stop looking at me like that." "I wasn't aware I was looking at you in any particular way." "... You're getting on my nerves." "... You shouldn't go after her. Aerith, that is, not any of the other five or six women you flirt with." "?!$@)$(&"

* Crisis Core fic: Tseng, suits and beaches; Zack, a cool drink and fighting with umbrellas. Sand gets into guns; but Turks can't be perfect all of the time.

* Ghost in the Shell fic: Togusa on Batou in a genfic sort of way: "You're not the marrying type, are you?" Batou keeps getting angstier and angrier, and what can he do, really...

* Discworld fic/series: A day in the life of Rufus Drumknott, or how he let go and learnt to love the bomb.

 

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