Meanwhile everyone wants to breathe and nobody can and many say: We will breathe later. And most of them don't die because they are already dead.

They woke me up to write this down and this is what my prose looks like at three in the morning from a state of semi-consciousness. I, uh, WHAT IS THIS WHY DOES IT LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME.

( Nero & Ayel, 200 words )

Tomorrow I just want to sit around and edit drabbles and drink apple cinnamon tea and maybe finally catch up on all my commenting for fic and favourite people (!), but I literally have. Work. To accomplish. One recreational thing I will definitely do, though, is take pictures of the horrifically awesome action figures I bought today. ashfajsdf, I'm looking at them right now. Anubis and Sobek. sdjfakjf.

Afterthought: while I'm at it, have this too!

sealights on leviathan's back
Assassin's Creed; Altaïr.
The city is a sinking ship, the streets run red with hunger.

LOOK OUT, IT'S THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.

360° perspective from our solar system put together by Gigagalaxyzoom. asdasdsf, look at the Carina Nebula. All I want is for Eta Carinae to tell me that I'm pretty, but I don't even think it knows I exist.

( WHAT AM I DOING I HAVE TO GO TO WORK )

Must type up drabbles before Wednesday! Because. Classes start on Wednesday! Excitement! Verschrikking!

And I'm planning to go see Fever Ray in Toronto (at Kool Haus, what?) on October 2. Anyone up for that? She's pretty amazing, as evidenced by the music video for If I Had A Heart.

OKAY, GOING.

Request a drabble, live to brag!
fandom; characters/pairing; prompt

All fandoms are fair game! Be warned that I'm likely to come up with some kind of extremely strange AU in the event that I'm not familiar with the canon. But I want to write! I want to write for yoooou. Am aiming to fill all requests with at least a few paragraphs, so yeah. Have at me.

(I'm on vacation starting Sunday! I'll be in the woods! And on the beach! Suffering from Internet withdrawl? Until the 25th! What is my life, it's amazing.)

Last night! I dreamed that I woke up with a pale, cadaverous thing on its hands and knees above me, and when I opened my eyes it started laughing, and when it laughed a wad on locusts fell out of its mouth, and the locusts all started screaming: "Medic's here for you, medic's here for you!"

It was awesome. Have a thing!

( protokol )

Less awesome is the revelation that I'll be missing Toronto After Dark yet again. Why the shit is it running in August this year? Why is it scheduled for the week in which I will be absent from the city? Why am I continually denied the perusal and enjoyment of zombies? Just. Why.

(Also, note to self: Narada/SJ Sathanas. You will forget this by tomorrow if it's not written down. I know you.)

Warmongers
Star Trek XI; Nero/Ayel.
Rura Penthe & what's left of home— The Federation is a wolf eating wolves, and it swears through its teeth that the meat is fair game. Ask a Romulan about “rescue efforts” and he’ll tell you that the phrase translates loosely to “grave robbing”. It’s a small galaxy, you know.

( their disappearance was final and unrecorded )

Purgatory!
Star Trek XI(/House of Leaves); McCoy, Uhura, Nero; gen.
2000 words, unedited, pointless, will live to hold in contempt (but never regret), etc.
For this request.

Your complimentary warnings for mild gore and cannibalism are right here. Wow, that's convenient!

( maybe you shouldn't play around black holes anymore, Jim )

I have to get around to posting other fills and fic here/storing them elsewhere, but have been putting it off. So lazy. Point: I actually have been accomplishing things! They're just things that would not impress the people I must deal with on a daily basis, not at allllll. :c

Kink meme. I. I know.

The prompt was one line: Is there such a thing as justifiable murder?

Obituary
Star Trek XI; McCoy; gen.
450 words.

( Where does it hurt? )

Speak Sense, You Creature
D'Spal/Nero.
For this prompt.
Or better yet, never speak again.

( get your snack on! )

Lalala, porn. It's feeling kind of bland, will spice and reheat later. Or not.

The Night Loop
Nero/Ayel.
For this prompt.
Ghost music in the walls at night.

( and in the dark, obedience doesn't look at all like servitude )

Going through old fragments of Assassin's Creed fic. I think I miss my gory prose of yesteryear.

( Through The Mouth )

http://www.kattoo.de

Or iTunes or whatever.

I recommend Hang On To A Dream so hard that I don't even know what I'm doing right now. Is this looooooove? Actually no, it is wonderful weightless space music for the disillusioned. Which is even better really.

The Apocalypse Clock
Star Trek (2009)/Watchmen; Spock/Kirk, Manhattan/Veidt; slash, dub-con.
6000 words.
R for sex and some language.

Written for this anon at st_xi_kink, and it should be noted that much of this totally awesome concept was anon's invention. I worked some stuff in, but really you guys. Pilgrims from the kink meme, stay anonymous if you like; IP logging is always off!
Notes: Crossing movieverses primarily here. There are a couple of truly epic plotholes going on, b-but I can explain: time flies when you're having a good time. Also, I apologize for being such a dork.

( Tick tock! )

I am very very very very sick. Have the 3432030294th rewrite of that Iron Man/Iron Giant crossover I wanted to try. This is the first chapter; it has taken one year and yet it is bad. So bad. Why do I continue to love it? Please save me.

Radiant City
Iron Man/Watchmen/The Iron Giant; 1584 words, gen.

( Enjoy your adventures in nuclear fallout, boys )

I am attempting to design a Tailypo and even though it is going horrendously I shall not stop because, if I did, I would have to begin studying for an exam.

TAILYPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPO. \o/