Repeat After Me

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. )

More twiddling with Shadows, minor things, no progress. I'm too results-oriented and I'm trying to fix that, 'cause it's only making me crazy. Trying to remember what it is I enjoy about these people--especially Mileena! She's kind of the lead, so that might be important!--and the processes of their lives.

Also, research. Not hordes of it, just enough to make it ring true. This is for two reasons: most importantly, I don't want "photographic perfection" taking over what Mileena might have to say about the setting, because her "talking" to me is really what holds the fic together when it should plummet and explode. Also, I'm not writing a paper, I am writing fiction, and moreover, I am writing fanfiction.

I do not offer that as an excuse. I believe it affords me a certain leeway. The two are similar, but not interchangeable; an apple is not a pear.

I was twiddling with Mirrorworld a while ago. I'm just sort of deadened by looking at it. I'm hoping to overcome that with glucose and caffiene later today.

I finally started the Greed/Martel ficlet; Nyohah is an angel for giving me Ojos Asi, which for some reason gets Greed's attention.

Martel, Greed, laundry day, fresh sun-hot sheets, rainstorm, affection, no sex. Going for a heavy sensual vibe; should be easier with Martel, who can taste the air (SNAKE WOMEN ARE ACTUALLY ALMOST COOLER THAN BEE WOMEN SRYSLY *ahem*).

See, when I was fourteen, I had an OC heroine snake!woman with (GUESS WHAT. YOU'LL NEVER GUESS) red hair. She was part rattlesnake, Because of Science, and her Awesome Code Name was, of course, Diamondback. They shipped her out with some Tinbacks (cyborg shark!men) from the Last Great War, to go fight...wait for it...EVIL SPIDERS. FROM DEEP SPACE.

Oh, god, I've said too much, I can feel it. The tmi!shame, it burns. *Furiously scarlet*.

Anyway, guilt-free happyfun heavy petting is in the works for Martel and Greed. Maybe after lunch.

This blog is sorta starting to morph into a fic journal. Le gasp.

Koteth did say something crass yesterday, but I can't remember what it is. Bella hasn't deigned to speak to me in ages, although she did froth prettily about her death; I'll see if I can find it.

I did research.

I knew there had to be a way to get what I wanted. I forget what the other problem with the mechanics was, but I'm sure it will reassert itself at the least convenient possible point, as these things tend to.

...Let's not talk characterization problems right now. I'd probably burst into tears. XD

"Three" has taken me five years.

If you stacked all the time that I actually worked on it together from end-to-end, including failed or missing drafts (there are over twenty-four as of this entry), it probably took about nine months to a year, tops.

The whole thing where my life turned itself inside out and then exploded?

Kind of more important than what happens after Baraka and Mileena have make-up sex.

Perspective is a healthy thing.

(SPOILER) IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE.

I am having way too much fun. ^_^

I just...really love writing Telsor's dialogue. It makes me happy. ^_^

Ladies and Gents,

We have MacGuffin. ("In crook stories it is almost always the necklace, and in spy stories it is almost always the papers." --Hitchcock. Whose name cannot and never does fail to get snickers out of Koteth.)

We also have more allegiance-gaming. Hello, button, you're looking well this morning.

I think I can actually get an ending out of the ordeal.

Be excited. I am. For the first time in about a year.

Eating/house/home = ot3.

Can't tell if I'm going to be using this or not, especially since I've streamlined/tweaked its reason for being.

If it appears, "the commander" will have a name. He already has a name, but I don't want it "outed" yet, so I took it out. (He's technically a lieutenant colonel, anyway.) ^_~

Final named cast will just be out of control, hovering somewhere at 20 people-ish, most of them mutants. XD

Anyway, here.

( How could I forget? A waste of breath; of course, I do, remember )

( Initial rough cut of same: When the world ends, y'know, that's what's happening now. )

I'm not sure anybody BUT me cares, but here, for your overshare enjoyment, are the situations of my major "Shadows" players.

MILEENA: is gay for Kitana.

(But not in "Shadows".)

BARAKA: is not gay.

(Except in RP threads started by me and my friends, where he tends to have the hots--ha!--for Scorpion.)

KOTETH: is gay for NO MAN. He is, however, gay for your mom, and the boss' girlfriend, and Brin.

BRIN: loves everybody. (Hint, hint, subtle hint.)


Doesn't your life just feel so much more complete? I know mine does.

/Self-deprecating humor.

I just realized I have to kill at least a dozen characters in order for the story to work the way that I've set it up.

ETA: Figured out who dies. Have an actual definitive list for positive. ;_;

No, you can't see. =P

H. is actually C.

This is very significant, changes everything. Wait, watch, be not at all surprised.

East Contingent did do things very, very differently.