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Aug. 6th, 2006 10:33 amWelp. I did it. I submitted.
Now I just have to work on the other novel and a half. And the tens of thousands of fics.
Now I just have to work on the other novel and a half. And the tens of thousands of fics.
Aug. 6th, 2006
[Fic] Blood Lust
Aug. 6th, 2006 05:32 pmTitle: Blood Lust
Characters: Sharan, Loki
Word Count: 750
Rating: PG
Summary: After the battle is over...
Cut, strike, parry. Fall back.
There was a kind of joy in the simplicity of warfare. A sadness in reducing humans to numbers and figures on a board, marks on a hide, rocks in the sand. Reducing any sort of lives to the exchange of numbers was a sadness, but when it came down to it the struggle for a cause or a land or a group of people or even for simple survival gave her joy. Fierce and powerful.
She left it up to her brothers and sisters to attend to the more cerebral needs; give her a sword or an axe or a horse and the forefront of a crowd any time. The physical struggle, the goal, the act of achieving something was what made her who she was. And here in the midst of a battle she could glory in who and what she was to her heart's content. It had been a long time since there was a cause and a battle that required her presence, that wasn't just humans killing humans in reaction, not action. It had been even longer since she had been in the forefront like this.
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Characters: Sharan, Loki
Word Count: 750
Rating: PG
Summary: After the battle is over...
Cut, strike, parry. Fall back.
There was a kind of joy in the simplicity of warfare. A sadness in reducing humans to numbers and figures on a board, marks on a hide, rocks in the sand. Reducing any sort of lives to the exchange of numbers was a sadness, but when it came down to it the struggle for a cause or a land or a group of people or even for simple survival gave her joy. Fierce and powerful.
She left it up to her brothers and sisters to attend to the more cerebral needs; give her a sword or an axe or a horse and the forefront of a crowd any time. The physical struggle, the goal, the act of achieving something was what made her who she was. And here in the midst of a battle she could glory in who and what she was to her heart's content. It had been a long time since there was a cause and a battle that required her presence, that wasn't just humans killing humans in reaction, not action. It had been even longer since she had been in the forefront like this.
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BDL #77 - Pirates of the Caribbean
Aug. 6th, 2006 07:45 pmTitle: Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Jack Sparrow, James Norrington
Word Count: 2,092
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Norrington's in disgrace again and in Jack's cabin. Jack's out of the Kraken's belly but still in hell as far as he's concerned. Jack/Norrington, non-con, dark themes. You have been warned.
The truth of it was he was in Jack's cabin because the crew disliked him so intensely that they wouldn't tolerate him among their own bunk. And Jack was in Jack's cabin because he was so disturbed by what had happened that he wasn't even sure he was able to remember it let alone speak of it or watch his crew tiptoeing around him because of it. And Elizabeth was not in Jack's cabin because she was in Will's, despite the fact that things between the two of them had been frosty as a nun's knickers since she had so neatly and cruelly kissed and trapped Jack against his own mast.
He would have preferred Elizabeth in his cabin and everyone else out of it. Along with her dress.
Jack rolled over and tried to pretend that his inability to sleep was due to Norrington's excessive and irritatingly loud snoring. He would have threatened to cut the man's nose of if he thought it would do any good, but the man was a most insubordinate prisoner at the best of times. The only thing he had done to Jack's benefit (and of course Jack was only concerned with things to his benefit) was to agree to erase his name from the pardon and write in Jack's. It might not stand up to as careful an eye as he knew Cutler Beckett to have but it would stand up to those who might try to apprehend him, and that was good enough.
The other reason Jack was unable to sleep, of course, was that this ship was not the Pearl. It wasn't his, for all that it was a good and worthy ship and would have made a fine vessel for Elizabeth the pirate or Will if he chose to turn merchant or anyone but Jack Sparrow, who required his beloved Black Pearl. The loss of the Pearl was laid on Norrington's pig-smelling and worn shoulders. If he hadn't run off with the thump-thump, Jack pouted, they wouldn’t be aboard some second-rate brigantine.
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Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Jack Sparrow, James Norrington
Word Count: 2,092
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Norrington's in disgrace again and in Jack's cabin. Jack's out of the Kraken's belly but still in hell as far as he's concerned. Jack/Norrington, non-con, dark themes. You have been warned.
The truth of it was he was in Jack's cabin because the crew disliked him so intensely that they wouldn't tolerate him among their own bunk. And Jack was in Jack's cabin because he was so disturbed by what had happened that he wasn't even sure he was able to remember it let alone speak of it or watch his crew tiptoeing around him because of it. And Elizabeth was not in Jack's cabin because she was in Will's, despite the fact that things between the two of them had been frosty as a nun's knickers since she had so neatly and cruelly kissed and trapped Jack against his own mast.
He would have preferred Elizabeth in his cabin and everyone else out of it. Along with her dress.
Jack rolled over and tried to pretend that his inability to sleep was due to Norrington's excessive and irritatingly loud snoring. He would have threatened to cut the man's nose of if he thought it would do any good, but the man was a most insubordinate prisoner at the best of times. The only thing he had done to Jack's benefit (and of course Jack was only concerned with things to his benefit) was to agree to erase his name from the pardon and write in Jack's. It might not stand up to as careful an eye as he knew Cutler Beckett to have but it would stand up to those who might try to apprehend him, and that was good enough.
The other reason Jack was unable to sleep, of course, was that this ship was not the Pearl. It wasn't his, for all that it was a good and worthy ship and would have made a fine vessel for Elizabeth the pirate or Will if he chose to turn merchant or anyone but Jack Sparrow, who required his beloved Black Pearl. The loss of the Pearl was laid on Norrington's pig-smelling and worn shoulders. If he hadn't run off with the thump-thump, Jack pouted, they wouldn’t be aboard some second-rate brigantine.
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