& i am a writer, a writer of fictions

[wakeupnew]

You find out funny things, when researching for fic-purposes. Like that Egyptian-inspired fashions were highly popular in 1923, because of the discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb.

This is especially funny, given that I was writing a ficlet based on The Mummy. misslucyjane is running a loveathon today, at the post in that link; no strikes, no spam, just good old love! It's simple: you fill a request, you make a request. More people should make requests, so I have things to do around doing my homework.

Or you can request things of me here. I can't promise that they'll all get done, but if it's a fandom that I know, I'll probably at least take a stab at it; whether that means an icon or a full fic or a drabble or just a line or two, I can't be sure. But I just had to email my friend and say that no, I can't go have Easter dinner with her in Connecticut, because there's too much to do here, and I'm exceedingly unhappy about this, so -- distractions is nice.

My fandoms include but are not limited to: milliways_bar (if I have not seen the original canon but know the character from Milliways, I'll do my best), National Treasure, Star Wars: X-Wing, M*A*S*H, The Red Star, Run Fatboy Run, Black Books, Bones, Firefly, Watchmen, Sherlock Holmes, The Office (American), Hot Fuzz, Shaun of the Dead, Scooby Doo, Final Fantasy VII. I have many, many more, but that's what I can come up with off the top of my head; feel free to request things that aren't on that list, too. I will not write: RPF, bandom, nonconsensual/incredibly iffy sex, probably graphic sex in general. Anything else goes!

(While I'm on the subject, I forgot to note last week's DE ficathon! People [people being rushin_doll, minkhollow, and bodldops] wrote me AWESOME THINGS, and I wrote several ficlets, too. My favorite, though, was for areyoumymemmy. In which Lilly Kane gets married, again; crossover with Firefly by way of milliways_bar. Alternate title: In which Lexie makes a sad attempt at Lilly Kane's voice.)

Give me prompts, people, or go to Jenna's loveathon and do it there, if you are inclined to fill a request. Please?

*looks cute*

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[ashen_key]

Plourr/Ajedrez, and feel free to mess around with timelines as much as you want.

...also, Mulcahy and Medusa, but I don't know how well you know my little Gorgon.

[wakeupnew]

Iiiii am not sure I know Medusa well enough to be able to write her.

[wakeupnew]

"Ay, Dios," breathes Beatriz Barillo Ajedrez (it's Ajedrez; always Ajedrez). "Plourr-- Plourr, I don't think this is the best--"

"No," says Plourr, stripped down to tight trousers, boots, and undershirt; all solid muscle and old scars and close-cropped red hair. There is a vibroblade strapped to one bulging bicep; a tiny holdout blaster on the other forearm, and the big pair of blasters slung low on either hip. "No, it's definitely the best." Her hair may be stubble, but there is no mistaking her as anything but a woman.

That's the problem.

"B--" Ajedrez's protest is swallowed in a fiery kiss that tastes like rum and something more exotic, something she couldn't possibly put a finger on and is probably from another galaxy altogether. Instinctively, she returns it; instinctively, she grabs Plourr's arms. Her hand brushes the unfamiliar bladed weapon, and she can feel every muscle, in the tall body pressed against her, tense.

Ajedrez has never kissed anyone with lips fuller than hers; but her mouth curls wickedly under Plourr's, and she traces the vibroblade, slowly, with careful fingers. This, she knows. This, she can do. Gracias, Sheldon 'Hijo de Puta' Sands.

Plourr breaks the kiss, her hands under Ajedrez's uniform jacket. "If you're going to stab me, just do it. Quit kriffing around."

"I'm not going to stab you, amiga," says Ajedrez, her eyes half-lidded. "Probablemente."

"Great," Plourr growls, and she sucks a breath in through her teeth before crushing her lips against Ajedrez's again, shoving her jacket off her shoulders. Ajedrez doesn't fight it and her uniform top follows swiftly, leaving the pair of them standing in the middle of the dim-lit room, in trousers, boots, undershirts, muscle, and a hell of a lot of guns.

"Not bad, Ajedrez," says Plourr, breathless and low, rough fingers skating up Ajedrez's arm. "How d'you say 'not bad' in whatever the hell gibberish you're speaking?"

"Coma mierda, bitch," says Ajedrez pleasantly, and she shoves her backward.

[ashen_key]

I'm sorry, Ashie's brain isn't here right now. It's glazed over and very happy.