080

Jul. 24th, 2009 02:09 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
I'm still working on that giganticass character survey thing for Promise, and I have a half-written bit of fic about Promise and Cherish that I tried to do on the plane yesterday (WHICH WAS HARD BECAUSE DAD WAS RIGHT THERE AND EVEN IF HE WASN'T READING IT THAT WAS DISTRACTING), and hopefully I'll get both those done eventually. But in the meantime, [livejournal.com profile] thereoncewas pointed out how Niko-has-allergiiiiies is used as a one-off line in canon and never mentioned again. And I am inclined to agree with her that this is a great waste. So I unwasted it.

Insert self-deprecating whining about how my ability to write Cal has seriously deteriorated and how I really wish I knew what boxes my TCLS books were packed in so I could pull them out and reread (though I'm six hours away from them right now anyway, so >>).

turns out the Kin is just like the Mafia in more ways than one. )

079

Jul. 21st, 2009 09:50 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk write a drabble about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.


icon meme concluded, or WHY AR SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO WRITE Y:TLM FIC )

Oh, let's be honest, cut text. This is why I shouldn't write any fic. -______-;;; Most of them don't really have endings, I know, and might or might not have anything to do with the icons, and you can tell that I did them out of order and lost my attention span after a while, and and and YOU KNOW, they are just kind of eh. But they're something, probably.

066

May. 22nd, 2009 08:01 pm
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (less over boggles)
"That which doesn't kill me makes me a badass, huh, Cyrano?"

"Keep up the quips and we're running ten miles today instead," he said mildly.

"You're shitting me."

"Only one way to find out, little brother."

--

...Yeah, I got nothing (lies--there's a setup and I'm too tired to write it, but the main point of the whole thing is so I can use Cal's line >>). But in a week and a half or so, I'm starting up at my summer job again, and I will have just stupid amounts of time for writing terrible fic. /o/ In the meantime, go easy on me, I graduate tomorrow. XD

eta: Did I just accidentally plagiarize half that conversation from the books? Because I'll feel really dumb if I did, but I really wouldn't be surprised. >> Sleepy AR is sleepy and useless as fuck, man.

064

May. 3rd, 2009 11:08 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
So I tried to write out something that I mentioned to [livejournal.com profile] thereoncewas, that I've had in mind to write but haven't found a way to do well yet. I still don't think I succeeded here, and posting this is actually making me kind of skittery, but. It's a try, and so be it and et cetera.

Niko/Promise, like everything I write in tcls fandom is turning into.

try number 1 )

056

Feb. 16th, 2009 11:23 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
Was going to be a story about small!Niko and small!Cal having to go and retrieve Sophia from a bar. Was kind of a stupid idea, but it fit with the music I was listening to and I wanted to write something. Dunno if I'll bother trying to finish it--the voice sounds off to me, and the storyline's kind of dumb. Felt like posting it anyway, because I was literally typing it into this box and was worried it would end up accidentally disappeared if I didn't. Blah, blah, blah.

as most alcoholics weren't )

052

Dec. 26th, 2008 10:52 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
I continue to think that this is teeeerrible, but it's been well-established previously that I have a low fucking opinion of my TCLS fic, so. >> As requested previously, it's why Calla's name is Calla.

if I was the kind of guy whose heart melted at hour-old infants yawning... )

051

Dec. 24th, 2008 10:49 pm
witticaster: (flower)
Lawl, the only reason you get this now is because otherwise I would lose the link that I need to make reference to. Otherwise, it'd probably sit in the Pile until next year. It's unedited (lawl, I wrote it this morning on a whim) and is sort of a followup to the last fic prompt here. ♥ I've pegged Panos at four and Calla at about one and a half years old.

Then why am I Panos? )

048

Dec. 21st, 2008 10:22 pm
witticaster: (flower)
A misbegotten Christmas present, I maintain. This is one of a few stories from the Pile Of AR's Terrible TCLS Stories that I'm going to put up in the next few days. It is good indication of why I shouldn't ever try and write Promise/Niko. :-/ I feel horrifically naked and blegh posting this, I have to admit, but as your eyes bleed, just remember that I can kind of write Cal's voice. AT LEAST I CAN DO THAT. et cetera.

three ways it didn't happen )

...it was originally going to be five things and one, but I ran out of ideas. >>

047

Dec. 20th, 2008 12:32 am
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (curious)
Continuation of this, incomplete. I wanted to wait and put up the rest of it when it was done and be all "voila, happy Christmas, etc," but it's refusing to get written. DX And sometimes it helps if I just put up what I have, so. As they say in Amazon Trail, here is what I have: unfinished, probably awful, but continuing (slowly, slowly). ♥

it wasn't my maturest moment, no )

045

Nov. 29th, 2008 02:10 am
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (AR)
It isn't good, and I don't feel I did a good job at all with the voices--but hey, it's been a while. >> I was being all stalky with [livejournal.com profile] cal_sitter, as you do, and Jen had mentioned right about here the most fantastic idea evar. I feel bad for not asking before stealing wholesale, but. There we go. >>

Anyway, it's set around when Niko is...fifteen-sixteen?...and Cal is however old Cal is. It's shameful how hard I find it to keep their ages straight. But I think it's being told in retrospect--again, as you do. And it's also terrible, but that goes without saying, et cetera.

What the hell are these? )

029

Aug. 11th, 2008 09:26 pm
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
DAMN IT, family.

I was writing something, and then you all had to go and come down here and do things and then I lost my entire thread of thought. It was the first exercise from the book [livejournal.com profile] greyfable recommended, The 3 A.M. Epiphany, and it was supposed to be Niko and it wasn't really going anywhere or being at all good, but DAMN IT I WAS WRITING OKAY.

...I'm putting it up here anyhow, so I can maybe try and rescue it when I can retreat somewhere silent and laptop the hell out of it (MAYBE TOMORROW OMG). This is why I'm so desperate for the ability to move my computer around lately. >> Because no one can shut up around here.

in which there is more evidence that ar can't write mr. robin )

026

Jun. 23rd, 2008 09:45 pm
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (pleasure to fish)
Title: A Journal of the Plague Summer
Rating: G (seriously, why do I even bother with this, it's always G)
Summary: A summer in the Leandros brothers' childhood, complete with unnecessary Old Testament references.
Author's Note: I'm at a point where I don't feel like trying to format this into something akin to proper chapters or parts or whatever. Let it just be known what it is: I'm putting it up for me at this point, less for you all. Since the main computer's internet is broken all to hell, I need to be able to get to it wherever I've got an internet and all that. So you can feel free to ignore it, or you can feel free to read, but just--just know that it's not really in a good format and it's all filler and doesn't end at an end-point and in short, I'm not really trying too hard to impress anyone, so if it's not very impressive, that's why.

the junker of a car moved less and less smoothly as it slowed )