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So, after a decently long hiatus, I'm back?

Wrote a decent amount, so they're all getting grouped together here and linked to AO3. A big hello to anyone from the community, too!

'Tis Impossible To Be Sure Of Any Thing (6637 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Discworld - Terry Pratchett
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Death (Discworld), Havelock Vetinari, Moist von Lipwig, Rufus Drumknott, Lu Tze
Additional Tags: beware small bald men
Summary:

THERE IS ONLY ONE INEVITABILITY. ME.



Time For Small Business (5989 words) by karanguni
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Baldur's Gate
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Minsc, Jaheira, Edwin Odesseiron, Charname
Summary:

Charname sneaked a peek up at the shop front. THE HAMSTER OF JUSTICE, read the signage in suspiciously good spelling. A smaller heading underneath it read YOU PAY, I PROVIDE.



Anything You Can Do (1552 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Breakfast with Scot (2007)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Eric McNally, Sam Miller, Scot Latour
Additional Tags: Family Feels
Summary:

Scot going back to figure skating triggers an ridiculous escalation of egos in the household.



Learning (1802 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin, Hainish Cycle - Ursula K. Le Guin
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Sorve Harth rem ir Estraven, Genly Ai
Summary:

When the Envoy finally came to Estre, Sorve was waiting. Stammering, he asked Genly about the other worlds, the other stars, the other kinds of men. Sorve meant it.



Of the drabbles, I am most excited for The Culture. Which I now intend to somehow write for. /collapses

Meat And Bones (845 words) by karanguni
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Culture - Iain M. Banks
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: GCU Grey Area, GOU Falling Outside The Normal Moral Constraints
Summary:

"Has the Meatfucker ever even met the FONMC? Because, wow. Whoo-ee. Yowzers."

karanguni: (BATMAN and NIGHTWING)
Finally took a day or so to do nothing but indulge myself - between coming fast and hard off the exams and straight into soul-eating fic, I decided not to write another few chapters and just to laze around and be human for a little while. Still feeling kind of twitchy; my body wants me to do stuff, even though my mind is telling me firmly to back off.

She has a life, does she? )


Here, have a few guilty pleasure listening songs:

Miley Cyrus - See You Again

This song is so hilariously teeny-bopper, but also hilariously catching, if you ignore Miley Cyrus' self-insert into the lyrics. It's my private Stephanie!song, for the Batfans on the flist. Somehow it sparks a little of young!AU!Elena, for the FFVII people. God, pop.

The last time I freaked out
I just kept looking down
St-st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking 'bout


Smashing Pumpkins - The End is the Beginning is the End

For the Batfans: Yoinked right off the Batman and Robin soundtrack, this track makes me think of Jason Todd, Dick gone wrong and Timothy logically extended. It's a frightening Gotham. For the VII fans: dude, this is like. Midgar slums +++++ I write angry Tseng and think of this fondly.

Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy; you're so strange.


[edit] Bugger. Pornbattle on IJ just decided to buttonsmash me. Potentials:


Batman Beyond, Bruce/Terry, family
Batman Beyond, Bruce/Terry, time-travel

DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, ward
DC comics, Dick Grayson/Tim Drake, bonded

I WEEP FOUR THOUSAND LITRES OF TEARS.
karanguni: (HOUSE kills)
HI FLIST. Because today is the day that I spam with everything but the [livejournal.com profile] springkink things that I'm supposed to be writing, I give you this post full of meta-Final Fantasy VII drivel! 8D 8D

First up is The Morning News' guide to men's fashion. I personally consider their articles on suits and dress shirts the bible verse on how a Turk would buy his clothes. In fact, in my mind, these articles were written by a very, very snide Turk with a very, very good idea on exactly how sharp he's meant look for the job. Read them. They're hilarious. They're informative, too. But mostly hilarious.

Next comes my attempt at writing porn. I fail at porn, but I fail worse at resisting the siren call of new challenge communities, so here, have a porn_battle Tseng/Rufus drabble.

Then [livejournal.com profile] logistika_nyx and I were discussing the process of plotting and outlining fic, because obviously that is what sane people do in their free time, and out of it came the idea to do a behind-the-scenes kinda thing. And so this run-through of Empery for the Extremely Bored was born. 8D

You can click the cut to read it, or (for greater fun and benefit) you could check it out at [livejournal.com profile] logistika_nyx's pimpin' new community, [livejournal.com profile] bunny_bit_me. You've got to be a member, but it's a wonderful concrit place where you can read the twisted inner workings meta of a handful of really good and cool authors.

Oh god, writing behind-the-scenes stuff is so pretentious and and and big headed and I apologise totally if it sounds presumptuous to you guys. D: D: D: I are a tiny, scared author in a big world filled with authors and readers who are better than me.

Empery: a director's commentary (or, this is how the rabid squirrel really swings!) )

Still workin' on those prompts, too. FORGIVE ME, FOR I WRITE SLOW LIKE A WOMBAT*.

* uh, even though I have no idea how fast wombats actually go

 

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