I feel like a hibernating yeti.
May. 4th, 2007 08:18 pmI'm not exactly sure what I've been doing with myself for the past month (er, aside from devouring everything even remotely related to SPN), but whatever it was, I think I'm done. Very much missing the internets now.
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maho_kiwi? That thing I was going to mail you a billion light years ago? Well, um. I mailed it. And by 'mailed it' I obviously mean 'gave to Roomie to mail from work' (free postage!)... but it's sort of been sitting in her mailroom all this time. -_- I forgot to nag her about it. So, I'm thinking I might Xpress it to you or something. As soon as laylah tells me what kinds of tea she likes. :3
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springkink roundup, for those of you playing at home!
Wolf at the Door, Rude/Tseng, NC-17, ~2400 words.
Whatever it is they come looking for, they each find it easily enough spread out beneath Tseng's hands.
Blood Rich, Tseng/Reno, PG-13, ~850 words.
Bodyguards are accessories.
Silhouette, Rude/Tseng, NC-17, ~1250 words.
Black suits, flat eyes and vicious smiles, that's all anybody ever really sees.
This Town's Religion, Reno/Rufus, NC-17, ~550 words.
Rufus gives the show his all.
Dirt in the Machine, Reno/Rufus, R, ~300 words.
"I suppose you're keeping a tally."
4 Minute Warning, Rude/Reno, NC-17, ~700 words.
This isn't the sort of thing Rude does.
Poetry and Prozac, Reno/Elena, R, ~500 words.
Too far away to make a decent target, somebody hiss-whispers into a crackling walkie-talkie.
Damage Control, Rude/Reno, NC-17, ~600 words.
The vaguely human-shaped lump beside him snores like a hibernating grizzly.
untitled, Turks/Rufus, PG, ~500 words.
His Turks circle the bed, grim black shadows smeared with grit and grime.
The Bark to Your Bite, Reno/Rufus, R, D/s, ~600 words.
Rufus says he likes things scripted, orderly and predictable. Reno's none of these things.
Red White and Black, Reno/Tseng, NC-17, ~700 words.
Tseng gave him instructions on how to drop the Sector in three minutes flat. Reno offered to get him off in the same.
A~nd one more, that I completely and entirely forgot about and haven't posted to the community yet (since it's like, May)...
untitled
FF7. Rude/Tseng. PG. ~650 words.
Rude notices things because that's what he's paid for.
( Read me. )
Also, I realise I should probably use a Shinra-type icon, since this post is whopping amounts of FF7, but, Dean. And Sam. 'Nuff said. Wot, Reno thinks they're hot, too! And brothers! He's all over that kink like a cheap suit.
And while I think of it,
maho_kiwi? That thing I was going to mail you a billion light years ago? Well, um. I mailed it. And by 'mailed it' I obviously mean 'gave to Roomie to mail from work' (free postage!)... but it's sort of been sitting in her mailroom all this time. -_- I forgot to nag her about it. So, I'm thinking I might Xpress it to you or something. As soon as laylah tells me what kinds of tea she likes. :3springkink roundup, for those of you playing at home!Wolf at the Door, Rude/Tseng, NC-17, ~2400 words.
Whatever it is they come looking for, they each find it easily enough spread out beneath Tseng's hands.
Blood Rich, Tseng/Reno, PG-13, ~850 words.
Bodyguards are accessories.
Silhouette, Rude/Tseng, NC-17, ~1250 words.
Black suits, flat eyes and vicious smiles, that's all anybody ever really sees.
This Town's Religion, Reno/Rufus, NC-17, ~550 words.
Rufus gives the show his all.
Dirt in the Machine, Reno/Rufus, R, ~300 words.
"I suppose you're keeping a tally."
4 Minute Warning, Rude/Reno, NC-17, ~700 words.
This isn't the sort of thing Rude does.
Poetry and Prozac, Reno/Elena, R, ~500 words.
Too far away to make a decent target, somebody hiss-whispers into a crackling walkie-talkie.
Damage Control, Rude/Reno, NC-17, ~600 words.
The vaguely human-shaped lump beside him snores like a hibernating grizzly.
untitled, Turks/Rufus, PG, ~500 words.
His Turks circle the bed, grim black shadows smeared with grit and grime.
The Bark to Your Bite, Reno/Rufus, R, D/s, ~600 words.
Rufus says he likes things scripted, orderly and predictable. Reno's none of these things.
Red White and Black, Reno/Tseng, NC-17, ~700 words.
Tseng gave him instructions on how to drop the Sector in three minutes flat. Reno offered to get him off in the same.
A~nd one more, that I completely and entirely forgot about and haven't posted to the community yet (since it's like, May)...
untitled
FF7. Rude/Tseng. PG. ~650 words.
Rude notices things because that's what he's paid for.
( Read me. )
Also, I realise I should probably use a Shinra-type icon, since this post is whopping amounts of FF7, but, Dean. And Sam. 'Nuff said. Wot, Reno thinks they're hot, too! And brothers! He's all over that kink like a cheap suit.
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