kinky and flippant

[schmerica]

I was looking through my archives for the post I made a long while back about "cock-hungry weasels", because dsudis and I were talking about cliches. I couldn't find it after all, but I didn't entertain myself with some of my old subject lines. "Ray is sekritly a harem girl, you know", for example, which led to fruitful discussion of the wonders of stories with sex slaves and getting kidnapped to brothels and billionaires' harems and becoming whores or gaining crippling addictions to ass-fucking. Ahhhh, good times.

Also found in my archives was this still pretty entertaining meme:

Invent fanfic I've written and post about it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it is something that I've never written. Give me feedback! Mention your favourite quote! Flame me! Illustrate it! You know you want to.

Comments

Your latest Firefly fic

[katemonkey.livejournal.com]

I seriously cannot believe you killed off the entire crew there. And in such a way too! Only you could've pulled off Kaylee getting Space Rabies from a shipment of monkeys and then slowly infecting the entire crew.

Seriously, dude. I am in awe. Except for the part where Wash stripped down to his skivvies and began painting his body in Mal's blood -- that was just kinda weird and a bit too Lord Of The Flies for me. I mean, wouldn't've been better if it was Simon's?

Anyways, I loved it. That was fucked up, man.

*snicker*

[claire.livejournal.com]

I knew you were a strange one, but only you could write a Diefenbaker/Mort/Turnbull threesome.

OK, seriously, I got nothing. I just felt the need to share that threesome with someone.

[norah.livejournal.com]

From my icon to yours.

Oh, and I've always meant to fangirl your story about Ray and Fraser's wedding. It was so sweet and romantic, and I loved how you really got all the details right, because, like, wedding details are very important, and you made it all very meaningful. I especially liked the part where they released the doves and Ray said that thing to Fraser about their love taking wing. That was so sweet and totally in-character.

[shayheyred.livejournal.com]

You have such a wonderful way with character, but I never would have believed I'd love a Francesca Vecchio/Buck Frobisher/Ray Kowalski story until you brought it to life. Of course, you almost lost me during the convent scene, with the holy water used in that particularly novel way, but it all became clear when Kowalski said And that's why you need a kneeling cushion AND incense, sister. I laughed and laughed over that, but it was a laugh of pained recognition, you know? In any case, thanks for writing it.

[erika-sanely.livejournal.com]

My absolute favourite fic of yours is the one where Fraser turned RayK's body into a pillow book. Ray was all self-conscious about his lanky awkwardness and despite his jittery nature he kept still. Because Fraser had asked, and he wanted to give. Fraser had a fine tipped paint brush and black and red paint and only tickled once... And your first sentence was lovely - "There were three thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven ways to say I love you. Fourteen of them could be found in the small of Ray's back."

For some reason it made me pine for toast.