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Title: "Fractured"
Author: [ profile] skellywag
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed/Roy, past Hughes/Roy
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really
A/N: I'm pretty sure this is the last of the random ficlets I wrote in the distant past that needed to be posted.

Fractured )
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I know that not everyone has a degree in biology; hell, even I don't. But, from what I can tell so far, Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2 have put a lot of significance into biology. Sure, lots of it is made-up science fiction biology mixed with chemistry and tech, but still. Lots of biology.

I put links to pictures of the alien species I talk about within the text of what I've written, but here's all of the races up here at the top, just in case you don't feel like hunting for them (in alphabetical order, because I'm like that):

Garrus Turian

There are more than a dozen alien species in these games. Some are given a lot more significance than others. Hours of dialogue (maybe an exaggeration, but not by much) are spent learning about their differences in culture. It's all very interesting. But there's a lot less about the unique biologies of the alien species. Probably because they're a lot less unique than one would expect. The most science-y thing I can remember reading in the game codex referred to the Turians and Quarians being unique for being built of dextro-amino acids (as opposed to levo-amino acids, apparently), the result being they might glean no nutritional value from human cuisine, or it might cause akin to an allergic reaction or death. Admittedly a small and insignificant detail in the larger scheme of things, but I found it interesting—though it would have been more interesting if they'd gone on to tell what Turians do eat. In that same vein, it would be interesting to see whether any of these aliens are silicon-based life forms (as opposed to carbon-based, like humans). Central nervous system vs. nerve net vs. some other sensory system. Why, all these aliens seem to have four limbs—except the Hanar, who are actually pretty unique aside from looking like a giant pink squid. But anyway, I find the supposed convergent evolution (unrelated species evolving parallel structures coincidentally) of a dozen alien species highly annoying.

But this is all precursor to a more specific discussion: Sex and Reproduction. Yeah, I went there.

Cut for length and romance subplot spoilers )
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Title: "Borrowed Time"
Author: [ profile] skellywag
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Renji + Rukia
Rating: G
Warnings: Extreme fluff, imo
A/N: I mentioned this oh, I don't know, ages ago, but I had several ficlets I wrote but never posted anywhere but Brawl, and this one is another of that number.

Borrowed Time )
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I have six books riding in my back seat. But today is going to be a writing day. I need to finish this Holmesfic RIGHT NOW. Well, actually my deadline isn't for several days yet, but it feels like I should have had it done forever ago. But once I finish that, I'll have to decide what my next project will be:

Ofic A, a sort of modern-day thing with no hints of the supernatural, but rather a sort of science-fictiony thing with dragons. (Dragons that evolved that way, rather than being magical creatures)

Ofic B, which has a female sneak-thief as the main character, of questionable morality and behaviours. Sort of an anti-hero, I guess. The plot, as I see it, will be kind of romance-y but not, because the potential love interest is a cop.

Mass Effect 2 fic featuring GARRUS and I don't know who else. Probably Shepard. I'd like it to go into detail with the ways that aliens would have very different thoughts about morality and culture, the logic (or lack of it) they employ when it comes to emotional interests and relationshippy things.

Naruto fic that is sort of a WHAT I THINK REALLY HAPPENED TO ITACHI thing, except Sasuke-centric also. In second-person pov, because I like to be adventurous. I've actually got part of this written already, and I'm thinking it will also include Sakura, though there probably won't be much in the way of het things.

There are other things I could work on too, but those are the ones tickling my brain the most atm.
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I don't know if any of you have read any of the Temeraire series by Naomi Novik, but apparently her next book is coming out soon. Because I found this on my flist this morning. Which ever so cool.

So if any of you have not read this series. It is essentially historical fiction except if DRAGONS existed. During the Napoleonic era. If you think this is something you would be interested in reading LET ME KNOW. (Via private message would probably be best, since in order to send you a free book, they kind of need your address.) Because I would love to enter the contest for the newest book, but alas none of my rl friends seem like the type to read stuff with dragons. ;-;
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I have noticed that I can't read a book, watch a movie or television series, or even play a video game without mentally pairing up characters while I do it. And on the rare chance I can manage to do any of these things without developing an OTP, it's either because there's only one character I feel strongly about (as in Mass Effect 2, in which the only character I really love is Garrus Vakarian, or The Vampire Diaries, where I only like Damon Salvatore), or because I don't feel strongly enough about the series as a whole (can't think of an example here, because I pretty much don't continue reading/watching something I don't feel strongly about).

Is this normal? I mean, I don't think I'm more preoccupied with sex than your average twenty-something female (and am probably in actuality less preoccupied with it, considering I have absolutely no interest in pursuing a relationship with anyone atm). I tend to prefer my fanfiction and books with more character/relationship development and plot, and less porn. But I like to read relationship-y things.

AND LIKE. I was looking at the list of pairings I've compiled. And almost none of them are what anyone would consider "mainstream". And I was trying to figure out why. I think I've realized what it is. I don't like pairings that come too easy. I like it when there are obstacles to the relationship. Whether that be outright antagonism, a familial relationship between them, cultural standards (such as the Victorian one where homosexuality was illegal), or even the fact that the characters have never shown much interest in each other, or maybe never even met in canon. This is what I like. I like to see what justification a fanfiction writer could come up with to bring two characters together, what obstacles they will have to overcome.

I will be the first to admit that this makes all of the pairings I'm interested in very unlikely for actually appearing in canon. I'm certainly not going to argue that any OTP of mine is more appropriate than the IchiRukis and NaruSakuSasus of their respective fandoms. Because they're not. The pairings I like are not soulmates (save three exceptions, off the top of my head) AND THAT'S OKAY. Sure, soulmates can have obstacles too, but I like it when there are more problems, I guess.
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Stolen from [ profile] flosspyromaniac:

Happy. Sad. A good friend. Adventurous. Shy. Confident. Procrastinating. A male. Bored. Anxious. Clumsy. Sociable. Always punctual. Selfish. Intelligent. Funny. A female. Sarcastic. Insecure. Sick. Beautiful. Articulate. Loud. Kind. Even tempered. Honest. Short. Tall. Medium height. Proud of myself. Loving. Witty. Down to earth. Outspoken. Determined. High-maintenance. Pretty. Assertive. Organized. Selfless. Awesome.

Brown hair. Brown Eyes. Blue Eyes. Curly hair. Long fingernails. Braces. Chipped nail polish. Long legs. Straight hair. A fringe. Long eyelashes. Sore feet. Freckles. Dark skin. Medium skin. Green eyes. Blonde hair. Dyed hair. Short legs. Red hair. Big boobs. Rosy cheeks. Wavy hair. Black hair. Small-ish waist. Tattoos. Piercings. Big ears. Short hair.

Flowers. Kisses. Summer. Coffee. The rain. Candles. Incense. Late night talk shows. Insects. Hugs. Attention. The beach. Chocolate. Music. Beanies. Harry Potter. Twilight. Facebook. Black and white photos. Sleeping in. Driving. Narrating my pet's thoughts. Opening gifts. Buying gifts. Halloween. Cute texts. Apples. Compliments. Country music. Hip hop. Sushi. Sports. Art. Singing. Seeing my loved ones happy. Surprises. Sunsets and sunrises. Skinny dipping. Horror movies. Simon Cowell. Family Guy. Garlic. Hearing somebody talk in their sleep. Being right. KFC. Abstract photography. Concerts and festivals. Tanning. Oversized t-shirts.

Police officer. Lawyer. Doctor. Teacher. Fruit picker. Mother. Greenpeace volunteer. Hippie. Groupie. Rockstar. Footballer's wife. Therapist. Singer. Actress. Diving instructor. Lottery winner. Company owner. Housewife. Nurse. Builder. Race car driver. Website developer. An inspirational talker. Music teacher. Artist. Chef. Makeup artist. Hairdresser. Restaurant owner. Homeless shelter volunteer. Fitness trainer. Vet. Radio show host. Band manager.

Fruit. Vegetables. Fast food. Sushi. In bed. Rice. Sandwiches. Subway. Chicken. Cakes. Seafood. A lot. Pasta. Rice crackers. When I'm bored. Cheese. Ice cream. Garlic bread. Peanut butter out of the jar. Eggs. Lots of ethnic foods. Pancakes. Honey. Lunch. Bread crusts. Low calorie foods. Soy products. Gluten free products. Only when I'm hungry. Toast. Breakfast. Pizza.

Cold mornings. Baths. People dissing my taste in music. People in front of me walking really slowly. Having my personal space invaded. Cleaning. Going to bed early. Wine/beer. Religion arguments. Coffee. The beach. Rain. Children. Having my photo taken. Drama. Gossiping. Hip hop. Cooking shows. Drugs. Cats. People singing happy birthday to me. Selfish people. Social networking sites. Swimming. Snow. Eminem. Seafood. One word text messages. Awkward silences. Alarm clocks. Hypocrites.
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I almost got into an accident on the way to work this morning. But the guy in front of me saved a mama duck and about a dozen of her babies, so I'm honestly feeling really good about it.
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So I've been having a really hard time sleeping this week. Despite being ridiculously tired. I think this comes from being the only one in my household with a job. My stepdad isn't working anymore. He's an alcoholic, and was drinking on the job (because when doesn't he drink?) and was either laid off or fired. Not sure which, because he just stopped going to work...about two months ago. The ranch we live on belongs to the same person the hotel we work at belongs to, so he was working on some repairs/construction at the ranch instead, but when those repairs were finished, he didn't go back to his other job. Since then, he's pretty much done nothing but sleep, smoke cigarettes, drink vodka, and complain about anything and everything. He had his last two checks for a while, so he was using that to continue drinking and smoking, and I was forced to take over paying the car insurance (for both his car and mine) and buying all the food. This did not actually strain my finances much, so though I probably should have minded more, I didn't.

But this past week, the money's run out. And even though two months passed, he hasn't bothered to file for unemployment or look for another job, or do anything. And I'm paying for liquor and cigarettes I don't use, and can't fucking afford.

Oh, and last night we realised that we need to renew the registration on both vehicles. Gee, I hope I'll have enough money for gas the rest of this week.
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SHERLOCK HOLMES AVAILABLE ON DVD TODAY. I will be buying it on my way home from work today. But I'm pretty sure I won't have time to watch it until this weekend. ;-;
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Title: "Spoils of Victory"
Author: [ profile] skellywag
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Regulus/James
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Gay porn. No really, that's it.
A/N: Written for [ profile] westwardlee for [ profile] hpvalensmut. I had a lot to work with, because my request was so open. Top!Regulus, manly men (What's manlier than men competing at sports?), no heavy kink. The other potential pairings were pretty interesting, since I love a rarepair, but Regulus is just about my favourite thing ever, so I couldn't resist. Many thanks to [ profile] corvidae9 for putting up with my frequent emails at submission time.

Spoils of Victory )
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So I signed up for a Holmes/Watson fic exchange at the beginning of February. And promptly forgot I had until I got my assignment yesterday. Because I'm awesome or something. (Or have the attention span of a hummingbird. Take your pick.) So I was wondering if any of you would be interested in beta-ing the fic I write. You know, once I write it. Haven't actually started on it yet, but I figure if I ask now, there's a chance I might find someone interested, and if I don't, I have time to ask again before it's due (April 20-something).

So yeah. Looking for beta for Holmes/Watson fic of an indeterminate length, including kinks that aren't mine, which guarantee this to be a tamer fic than I probably would have written otherwise. \o/
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Title: "Ravenous"
Author: [ profile] skellywag
Fandom: Harry Potter/Death Note crossover
Pairing: Regulus/Misa
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lack of anything resembling justification
A/N: This is brawlfic, pure and simple. Two or so years later, it doesn't make a lick of sense, but it bothers me that I wrote it and never posted it, so I'm posting it now. It's posted out of order so that no one will really be subjected to it. :P

Ravenous )
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Title: "Dignity"
Author: [ profile] skellywag
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Regulus/Bellatrix, Lucius/Regulus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest (obvs)
A/N: So I wrote this ages ago, and forgot to post it. (I discovered that there were a handful of fics I least two years ago, that I hadn't remembered to post.) I think it was originally intended for Brawl, and was probably posted there, but not to my journal. So um. Here. (Apologies in advance, I'll probably be posting the other few fics in the next several days.) This one just happens to be the one I liked best.

Dignity )
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I saw a bumper sticker the other day. It said, "Aren't you glad your mom was pro-life?" or something similar. I found myself unaccountably annoyed. Or maybe I can account for it. Just because a woman has a baby, it doesn't make her pro-life in the political sense. My mom sure isn't. I wasn't an accidental fetus (as she's told me a million times), so it's not like she even contemplated aborting me, but I do know she ended up accidentally pregnant about ten years ago, and had an abortion then. (At 40-ish, she wasn't interested in having a second child, and if you consider the risks of Down's syndrome and other defects for older pregnant women, in addition to the fact that she wasn't going to be able to quit smoking and drinking again, I find I can hardly blame her. It would have been far more irresponsible for her to keep it, I think.) But anyway, back to my original point. Giving birth to me sure as hell doesn't make my mom pro-life. It means she exercised her choice to have a baby. The end.
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Okay, despite the subject heading, it honestly wasn't that bad. More hilarious, actually, but I'll get to that. This past Friday, I went on a date with a guy. I'm not interested in preserving his identity, so I'll call him James, because that is his name.

Working on the beach, I see a lot of people. Therefore, it is far more likely that people will recognize me than the other way around. If someone isn't stunning or hideous or otherwise distinct, I could see them half a dozen times and not recognize them. James has nothing in the way of distinguishing features, so I don't know if I just didn't remember seeing him ever, or if he was some sort of creeper. He lives on the beach, so he'd probably seen me around. I'm hoping.

But anyway. Last week, he stops by my parking lot and we talk for a little while, at which point he mentions that I was apparently wearing bondage pants the week before (which I was, but I don't really pay all that much attention to my clothing) and he thought I liked the music group ICP (Insane Clown Posse, for the uninitiated) because of them. Which was rather strange to me, because I wear all kinds of clothes without associating myself with the stereotypes that define them. But what's really interesting is that he admitted he's part of some religious cult group that apparently worship the Christian god and ICP at the same time. Which uh. Is kind of sacrilegious, but I guess I'm not going to knock someone's religious beliefs no matter how weird I think they are. I haven't done any research on this group, because, quite frankly, I don't want to know.

But after that, he seemed mostly normal, and asked me if I wanted to get some pizza with him after I got off work on Friday. I'll admit, I wasn't really interested in dating him. I couldn't even imagine myself kissing him ever, and I'm really good at that. But I said yes, because I have a hard time saying no to people who seem nice and aren't acting arrogant or egotistical. However, I told him that since I don't have internet at my house, I spend some time on my computer after work each evening, and he said he'd meet me in the lobby of the hotel at 5:15. And I was like \o/

Friday afternoon, he stops by my parking lot again, and we talk a little longer. It turns out he's an EMT. And he told me all kinds of other things. How his driver's license is suspended, but not his special EMT driver's license. How his first check was for $3,500, but though they gave it to him on Friday, he couldn't cash it until Monday. That, as an EMT, he is allowed to prepare IVs and inject people with things. That he completed his EMT training in a month. That one of his EMT friends stabbed him in the hip with a syringe full of air as a joke. After yesterday, I am fairly certain that none of this is true, or only half-true. But I will get to that in a minute.

Friday after work, I'm just sitting down in the lobby with my laptop at 4:00, and who should walk in but James. Apparently 5:15 means "Let's sit in the lobby and stare at her until she's ready to go." Which was nearly enough to piss me off and tell him to go away. But he didn't actually talk to me or try to rush me, aside from his presence on the other couch. So I went with him to have pizza. A side note on this pizza. It was quite possibly the best thin-crust pizza I have ever had. I don't like thin-crust pizza. I like my pizza dense and almost gooey with cheese. But this pizza was amazing. The crust was full of garlic, and the mushrooms were fresh instead of from a can. I ate half the pizza without help. We talked about random things, and so I was having a good time. And then we're like, "Let's go see Shutter Island, that looks interesting." So we get into my car (because, in addition to his suspended license, he also doesn't own a car) and James comments on the fact that I've got a dog leash in my passenger seat. It's not, like, a sexy black leather leash, it's one of those plastic retractable affairs, and I had told him earlier in the day that I have a dog. (In order to take The Monster over to my mother's house, I have to put him on a leash to get him in and out of the car, or he might disappear in pursuit of a cat or armadillo.) So that was a bit odd, but I suppose he could have forgotten about my dog, in spite of telling me how much he apparently likes dogs.

And then, we have to go over to his mom's house. Since he can't cash his EMT check until Monday, he has to ask her for his emergency credit card. (Which I didn't know until after he got back into the car.) I should interject at this point that James is 20 (which I didn't know until after I'd already agreed to the pizza on Friday) and apparently mentally immature. His mother didn't give him the card, because unlike him, she realized that going to see a movie with a girl is not an emergency, no matter how desperate you are. So we didn't go see the movie. I debated going to see it by myself just because I could, but it honestly isn't a movie I can't wait for dvd for. So I went to Dairy Queen and had ice cream to get the garlic taste out of my mouth, and then went home. He said he wanted to go see a movie with me this Friday, but I didn't really see that happening even before what I found out yesterday.

Yesterday, I was talking to one of the bouncers who works in the hotel's beach bars. Apparently James to the hotel on Saturday, and was talking to him and (I think) one of the other bouncers about our date-thing on Friday. And this is what he said, though maybe not word-for-word because I was laughing so hard by the middle of it I'm not sure I remember it all very well. We went to see the movie, and James swiped his credit card to buy the tickets, and we went in and started watching the movie. A little while in, this big black bouncer guy (because apparently movie theatres have bouncers now?) comes in and tells us that James' credit card was declined, so we have to leave. It seems we didn't want to leave, so the bouncer guy grabs my wrist to try to manhandle me out of the theatre, and James apparently said something like "Get your hands off my girl" and then beat up the bouncer guy. Then the cops were called, but apparently he's friends with all the cops, so it was the bouncer guy who was arrested. Oh, and his uncle or somebody owned the theatre, so we were apologized to, and then bouncer guy was also fired.


akjds f;lkajsd fslkdjf sd f This cracked me up so hard. I should probably feel scandalized or insulted or something, but I just think it's funny. I mean, first of all, if someone's going to make up a story about a date with me, they probably shouldn't be telling my coworkers, who, you know, I talk to. And second of all, why not at least tell a believable story? My coworker didn't believe this story even before I told him it was all malarkey.

And to go back to all the stuff James told me about being an EMT. Yeah, we're pretty sure none of that is true, either. According to one friend of mine, it takes six months of training for someone to become an EMT, and it's only paramedics (who have a year or so of college/training) who are allowed to insert needles and run IVs and things. According to the internet, via a different friend, EMTs do not have a special driver's license, they get a special certificate, which is only valid if the driver also has a valid state driver's license. Why would anyone give you a check on one day, if you can't cash it until several days later? (I'm not positive this one was a lie, but it just sounds so stupid.) Oh, and if EMTs joke around with each other by stabbing each other with syringes of air, I hope that I never have an accident while I'm at the beach, because I don't want any of these yahoos taking me to the hospital. It'd take just one tiny mistake to end up with an air bubble in a blood vessel, and a fatal air embolism thinger.

So uh. Yeah. If I see James again this week, I'm going to ask him how the movie was. And then laugh in his face. My god. aldkjf lsdkjf ads;lkfj sdf
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Saw The Wolfman last night. I…am kind of wishing I hadn't spent money on it, and waited for dvd. (I had the strongest impulse to see Sherlock Holmes instead while I was standing in line, and I probably should have obeyed it.) Now, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it. It was actually a pretty decent throwback to a classic horror film. It even had a version (loosely interpreted) of the "villagers with torches and pitchforks" scene. But…it wasn't scary. Not even a little. There wasn't any real suspense, there weren't even any "random animal flies/scurries/wtvr out of a darkened room and scares the bejeezus out of the protagonist/audience" moments. I don't know. Maybe I just had unrealistic expectations. But it bothers me that movies that seem to fit squarely in the "horror" genre don't actually have much real horror. Unless you count gore as horror, which I suppose The Wolfman had in spades, but I personally don't count intestines as all that scary, no matter how much they don't belong outside the body.

And finally, just one small nitpick. I'm not overly fond of the man-wolf version of the werewolf. I prefer a lycanthrope to transform fully into its animal—maybe an obviously unnatural version of said animal, but still fully beast. That being said, I had no illusions that The Wolfman could be anything but a humanoid werewolf. The body was fine (for some reason I'm a sucker for backwards bending knees and feet-paws), but the face just irritated me. For some reason, it smacked more of a buffalo than a wolf (minus the sharp fucking teeth, of course). YEAH. I ADMIT IT. TO ME, THE WOLFMAN LOOKED LIKE A GODDAMNED BUFFALO. Minus the horns, obvi. During one of the transformations, they do a really nice close-up of his face mid-change, and, in my opinion, he looked more wolf-like and appropriate mid-change than fully transformed. Maybe part of the problem was that they didn't give him much of a snout. Idk…
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It wasn't last night, but the night before. I dreamt I was being chased by a huge wolverine. Like. This wolverine was so huge that the only reason I know it wasn't a bear was because it didn't have a short, stubby tail. I don't even know how I escaped this thing unscathed, but I think someone tranquilized it. And all these BABY wolverines came out of the woodwork (not literally), only they didn't look so much like baby wolverines as they did a strange combination of baby wolverine and non-hairless baby rat. This probably sounds strange, but they were ridiculously cute, and I spent the rest of the dream playing with them. :|
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Title: "The Ties that Bind"
Author: [ profile] skellywag
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson(/Lestrade?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Two-and-a-half-some, bondage, possible typos masquerading as real words that spellcheck didn't catch
A/N: Inspired by a prompt I found at [ profile] sherlockkink requesting Holmes bound and gagged while Watson and Lestrade make faulty deductions, and the resulting fallout. I'm not sure that this actually counts as a fill, though, because it sort of fell short of the spirit of the request, in which Watson and Lestrade are sort of co-topping Holmes. In this fic, Lestrade tops no one. :| HOWEVER it still counts as fic and porn so I'll just go with it.

The Ties that Bind )


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