Repeat After Me

So.

That Nero!long!fic?

Prologue's done.

Ah, for the first chapter to work, I've got to try and find out if Eisn (the sun) is yellow or green or whatever. One can't have a sunrise without the proper color, you see.

No, I've learned my lesson, and this time I'm working ahead.

Plus, canon gives me a definitive stopping point. XD

Because the other person's post is WAY MOAR AWESOME, but I don't want this to just end up nowhere in the tides of unexistence, because there's not enough Nero stuff out there by any stretch.

Basic idea was, Nero either accepts their offer of mercy for some reason, or is rescued anyway, so his crew can stand trial for war crimes blahblahblah.

Only, first, they're alone on the Enterprise in the brig. And they don't stay alone for long.

( It might have gone like this. )

( An attempt to integrate the fandoms in half-assed fashion using tags. That would be nifty. )

So that's that.

Minor plotting epiphany re: the albatross, on the order of "I CAN'T DO THAT...wait, wait a second, yes I can."

This ought to crash, burn and blow up in my face, but that makes it a lot like every other Saturday realization.

No, contrary to my own wishes, the Solution To The Plot isn't actually femmeslash twincest.

Note to self: of the two, Lara is taller, at six and a half feet. Kara stands about six-one. This means Leena, who is five-seven, does have to tilt her head to look Kara in the eye, but not to crane her neck; basically everyone cranes their neck to stare Lara down. XD

Koteth stands at six even; most of them do.

Remember, too, that Armano towers over him, but that Telsor is shorter than both of them at five-nine, and yes of course he has little guy rage. That's what makes him a hardass mofo that brooks no crossing.

Ismar is just a little shorter than he is and the second-smallest; Brin is smallest at five-four.

( Shadows: technical work is almost as much fun as a trip to the dentist. )

( 2/21: Shadows Three, or No Wonder Liu Kang Died Rather Than Face These Things. )

Okay so this morning's work did not go quite like I planned.

HOWEVER. And this is for Shadows.

The top scene? That first scene that introduces someone important to the plot, and drops plot, and has to have tension, and relevance, and other scary words like that, without reeking too desperately of fanfic?

That scene is DONE. (Minus a stock transition paragraph; I won't worry with that today.) It should be right around, I'd say not more than 1,400 words.

At its most tangled it was seven pages long and going nowhere. But I've wrestled it into submission at three pages with a definite point. I'm not sure if it's going where I wanted, but it is going, and also OVER, so I'm really happy about that.

First half of that other scene? That finally works now, too. Now I need to make the fight A) not suck and B) not take up too much "face" time, as there's still so much that needs to happen in this part. I mean. Lots of things. Insane amounts of things.

Miles to go before I can type TBC on the bottom and start checking for homophones and wandering whiches.

That's not a typo. Think about it. XD

Well. It's done.

Now that it has a title, format, and a planned update policy, I suppose I'm free to discuss ( The rationale and particulars of the project. )

I has a computer.

You can has cutting room floor cuttings. They are not Shadows, but they represent a FINISHED Mortal Kombat product in their own right, which is nothing short of miraculous for me. Seriously, have you seen my update record? I am entitled to a little bragging.

Not that I wouldn't if I weren't, but I am, so :^p

Also: in a few hours, at least one of you probably can also has emails about Other Things. (This is just my lunch break.)

( There's more than one way to skin a general. Wait, wait, something's wrong with that sentence, and it's not entirely a question of capitalization... )

It's morning, so I'm gonna consume more coffee, read it over AGAIN, and then post it.

But, but, what about that other huge epic you haven't updated in five years? The one with the monsters?

Please listen very carefully to my response to that question.

( 1/11: It began. Again. )

( 1/13: It continued, as expected... )

( 1/15: I'm beginning to get irritated. Seriously, you two: you like each other; how hard is it to make out? )

( 1/17: debating crying uncle. I've NEVER had a relationship piece take this long. )

( 1/24: Almost there. Really. )

( Two AM 1/25: DONE. )

Now, to go scrub it and post it. ^_^

If I could just get to the end, and slap some buildup and tempo in the places they have to be, then the Greed/Martel would be done.

Sometimes I hate everything about my so-called hobby.

Them punks like to hit and quit it,
And I'd rather stay and play

Mirrorworld: propelled solely by stilted polysyllabic dialogue and screaming purple bullshit since Autumn 2001! Now available with a sixth chapter part!

...Hey, kids, when I got started in fandom, all our fic was in html, and it was totally okay to call anything about 1,200 words or longer a "part" for ease of listing on an archive. Because the HEIGHT OF SOPHISTICATION was a page with CENTERED LINKS on it.

No, really, I'm not making this up. Check the Wayback Machine (or the raw Google cache if you're that into it) if you don't believe me.

Anyway. Here's all that extra stuff I know you're dying for.

( I seen her dancin'; the HELL with romancin'. )

And that was that.

( Unused Mirrorworld dialogue. Here, have some misandry biscuits with your UST. )


Also, Shimmer sounds like Orochimaru in my head, now, but whatever. O_o;

( The 27th: )

( The 28th. )

( The 29th: )

See, in composite form, there's less scrolling involved. Hah. XD

"...Not in the sense that you think I said I did, haha."

/stupid movie quote. XD

( Cut text equals blah blah blah. )

Well, here we go again. She's chattering at me, so that means Shadows.

I just threw out the crap I spent the summer working on and loaded my bulletproof guarantee CD: the Batman Forever soundtrack.

If nothing else, there will be footage for this journal. *Shrug.*

Like Jesus! Biting nails

In the ether:

Vana as herself.

Still strapped to the table:

Piecemeal (I can punish Ed better than almost anyone else on the PLANET. /goddess complex.)
Sheets (FMA het = reviews. Now, if I could just care.)

Bunnies. They do nothing but sit there and be fuzzy, but oh, how fuzzy they are.

ALL-NEW RULE #3:

I will not dislocate my shoulders for the sake of mere fanfiction.

It's just. I was looking at stuff from years ago, and.

There was a time when I gave a shit. When it mattered.

No, wait, that's not quite right--there was a time when it was fun.

Not interesting some of the time. Not briefly satisfying. Actual(ly) fun.

That feels so weird.