the Dalaverse

Man, I'm so freaking behind on my LJ fic updates. Everything here has been up at ff.net for some time.

First, the fluffy: ( Read more... )

Next, the dark: ( By Blood Undone )

Grrrr, why doesn't the text ever shown up in my cuts??? I'm just not going to bother.

Anyway, with the funny (or so I hope), and the second chapter of "Catch of the Day."

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More of the funny-I-hope as we continue with chapter three, 'It's Not That I'm Sentimental,' of "Catch of the Day."

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I think I've made my great affection for this story pretty clear in the writing of it. If not, I BLOODY LOVE THIS FIC. There.

And we're finally caught up with...this thing. I don't think it's fluff, not mostly, and it's definitely not angsty, and it's not all humor. It's just...a new J/W fic. "Comfort Me With Apples" (I filched a line from the Bible for a gay!lovin!pirates fic, thereby securing my very special place in hell. Further securing it, anyway).

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And that is the great whopping load of fics I've written in...what, the past week, week and a half?

PotC makes me prolific. 'Bout damn time something did.

Standard disclaimers apply to everything, by the way. And Fleetwood Mac supplied all of my subject lines.

I have a new goal in life.

It is to marry Jeff Probst and have tons of snarky, manipulative babies.