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Late to the party, once more. These days I don't even know where the party is, or who was invited, or if the party even exists...


Import/Export (4757 words) by karanguni
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Culture - Iain M. Banks
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Cheradenine Zakalwe
Additional Tags: random guest appearances

It's a fucking corn field, he realised. They put me in the middle of a fucking corn field.

Rearranging The Backroom Closet (9038 words) by karanguni
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Breakfast with Scot (2007)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric McNally/Sam Miller
Characters: Eric McNally, Sam Miller
Additional Tags: random guest appearances, sorry NHL

'How do you not know anything about the Leafs?' Eric blinks, shocked straight back into justified incredulity. 'You live in Toronto! You're actually Canadian!'

Both were way too much fun to write, and both would have been way longer if I hadn't had the planning capabilities of a dumb slug and the immune system of a weak child.


I am no a/b/o writer, and yet...

Decanted, Slowly (1893 words) by karanguni
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aral Vorkosigan/Ges Vorrutyer, Aral Vorkosigan/Aral Vorkosigan's First Wife
Characters: Aral Vorkosigan, Aral Vorkosigan's First Wife, Ges Vorrutyer
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

He wrote Giana, perhaps to spite his father or to mollify himself. Letters about the emptiness of space and other claptrap; when he could bring himself to, he also included a spare drawing or too. Most of it was of military ordinance, because I'm in want of better subjects.

Ges wrote him, like a self-refreshing wound; chipper stories about his Academy days, and then darker ones about the alphas his father was shopping him to and the way they smelled, each scent dissected into notes as though Ges were decanting fine wines.

Sorry, Q.

Beam Me Up (2679 words) by karanguni
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Culture - Iain M. Banks, James Bond (Craig movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Q (Bond - Craig movies), Cheradenine Zakalwe, Diziet Sma
Additional Tags: random guest appearances, Crossover

'It's a DB 10,' Q agreed, going absent-minded again the way he did, Zakalwe noticed, when the work was more interesting than the people. 'Besides all of the regulars, it's got rockets and a flamethrower and a boot full of caltrops. Speaking,' Q looked up, 'in layman's terms, obviously.'

Meanwhile, in Illyan land...

Orbit (2514 words) by karanguni
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Aral Vorkosigan, Simon Illyan, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan

Cordelia put one finger on the far edge of his plate and nudged it closer towards him. 'For all love, Simon,' she said, with accusingly gentle tones. 'Is ImpSec so poorly paid that we could ransom your honour with one warm meal?'

All in all, I wanted to write 5 things, and I wanted to write at least 15K, and I managed both! Somehow! Magically. With a lot of stress, because work sort of blew up and then I was exhausted on those plane flights home and then got rolled over by a well-timed and ill-met visit by some wandering norovirus.

I'm really sort of eyebrow-fuzzling at myself about what I want to do for yuletide 2016 - this year was kind of meh for me on the reading front, but it's also the only fandom activity I do anymore, and I really A+ enjoy the writing. On the other hand, I think it's going to push me to pick up a few more canons that I've had on the backburner, so... \o/?

If anyone has any canons they'd like to throw my way, I'd super appreciate any pimping of any kind.

Now to try and wrangle some energy up for fandom_stocking...
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Thank you, Yuletide Writer! :D At the end of the day, as long as you have fun with what you're writing, I'll be happy to receive anything that you write me.

Ahhhhhh, Yuletide. )
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Point the first: I think my brain exploded with love for TOKIO the moment I clicked on this post and, honest to god, everyone should click on that post because. Because. Because. Because. It's Joshima and Taichi and Tomoya-Baby and Yamaguchi and Mabo all in one beautiful package. It's not even Christmas yet. ♥

Point the second: Presently, before that, I was busy rewatching Ocean's 11, 12 and 13 for what must have been the 101th time since I acquired the DVDs. It's arguably the only bunch of boys who aren't Japanese that I will ever go onto my knees and roll around in glee for. Every single one of them, even Saul and Reuben and. And. Danny. Rusty. Danny and Rusty. And Linus and Basher and Turk and Virgil and Livingston and The Amazing Yen and Frank C. *__*

Point the third: There are so many things to write that I'm losing track of it all. Yuletide is humming along at a ridiculous 3000 or so words, and I haven't even hit the plot yet. JE Christmas fic needs some kicking-of-ass. There's Okada fic and Kinki Kids fic and V6 fic and the urge to write Kinki Kids fic and Ocean's fic and nghhh.

Point the fourth: Must save up money to buy paid account to fill up with thousands many icons in order to express glee in a way that doesn't require a size 20 heart sign.

Point the fifth: Also, it is about time I started giving back to the amazing and lovely communities and people who have fed me my crack over the last few months or so. TADAH:

Johnny's Countdown 2005-2006 (Chinese subbed


(change xx to tt!)

Featuring, amongst other things: Koichi tossing himself wholeheartedly flinging himself at/around/onto Nagase in a fit of cheating envy, Tsuyoshi in many flaming but beautiful costumes, Tsubasa in one of his Ridiculously Good Looking stages, Kokubun with sunglasses and a trillion other unmentionably small but beautiful things.

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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