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Sep. 1st, 2012

Saturday musings

First things first - it's Bring Back the Porn day at InsaneJournal, and you can find it all at [info]bbtp_challenge (master list). I even got my act together this year and wrote Our Scandalous Days Behind Us about the secret sex lives of the inhabitants of Downton Abbey. I've never written these characters before, so I'd love to hear what you think.

Second, Doctor Who's back! And I thought it was both frustrating and fabulous.

Third, I'm excited that I just this minute ordered Space Fluxx after playing a similar game (Martian Fluxx) at a friend's birthday last weekend. Anybody ever played it? I'm crap at card games that require you to remember numbers and stuff, but this is fun and silly and the rules change often enough to suit my limited attention span.

I thought I deserved a little gifty for myself because fourthly, I dyed my hair a colour that can only be described as "shit brown." It was supposed to be a lot lighter - I didn't want to go darker because I had such trouble getting it out the last time I dyed my hair black - but this is almost as dark as the black and not nearly as pretty. Am now contemplating pink or purple to fix this. But at least the profusion of white hairs I'd gotten in the past two weeks are gone, as is the source of the white hairs, so that counts as a win.

Fifth, there's really no fifth, other than that I'm relaxing tonight with some Upper Canada Dark Ale, cuddling a kitten on the couch beside me, and exploring Macklemore & Ryan Lewis on Youtube. I don't know much about hip-hop so I can't say how unique Macklemore is, but I find his music so moving in how he's using it to say something important, whether it's speaking out for music or for hope in his community or against consumerism and disconnectivity, or here, with SAME LOVE, for gay rights and marriage equality.

And if you want one more, this vid left me in sappy tears, partly because I got the worst homesickness for Seattle but also just because of the joy and the potential he sees in the kids, and in what they can become, and his acknowledgement that it won't ever be the same and the RKcndy's not coming back, but they need to have something like that too, they need that chance.

Hope you're all enjoying the weekend!

Mar. 26th, 2012

I wrote fic! *dusts off fic journal*

Title: the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Author: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: The Hunger Games, Haymitch and other District 12 tributes
Word Count: 1200 words
Rating: Gen
Summary: Haymitch Abernathy thought winning the 50th Hunger Games was the hardest thing he would ever have to do. He was wrong.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games do not belong to me. If they did, my cats would be eating the fancy catfood.
A/N: Endless thanks to my beta, [info]amo_amas_amat, for holding my hand as I dip my toes in this new fandom and making the ending a thousand times better. (And whose Seneca Crane you absolutely must read because it's so amazing. In fact, go read hers first!) The title is from Emily Dickinson: Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.

the thing with feathers that perches in the soul

May. 8th, 2011

FIC: At The Moment (AWZ)

Hi Momo! I finally finished your birthday fic - sorry it's so late, brain wasn't cooperating.

Title: At The Moment
Author: Lilith
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Deniz, Roman, Marc with mentions of others
Word Count: 3500 words
Rating: Gen
Summary: A night at home with the GBWI and their favourite show.
Disclaimer: Not mine, though if they were they would not be suffering through this shit.
A/N: Dear Momo, your birthday fic started out as a just a simple update on what the boys and Keule were doing these days. Then it turned into a cathartic braindump that's half crack, half meta, and half the state of my current feelings on fandom. (Yes, that's three halves, just go with it - it makes as much sense as anything else happening on Show these days.) This fic would not have been possible without the input of many people: [info]aldiara and [info]praderwilli and the other tweetskimos for cop school and Alkim, [info]redcouchaddict for ~walking~, Hans von Hozel for his inspiring stories, the always lovely Celine LaFraud and always crappy Antoine Doucheford for At The Moment, George and Sheepie and others whose names have thankfully disappeared in the anals of time (typo intended) for generating such mockable wank, the possum and his pompous predictions of preposterousness, and finally to Alles Was Zählt who has become like the best friend I had in college who turned right wing and now supports the death penalty now; love her still, love what we had, but just don’t know her anymore. In any case, I hope you enjoy it, and know that my love for you and the sane corner of this fandom abounds.

At The Moment

Feb. 6th, 2011

FIC: The Lonely Rentboy

Title: The Lonely Rentboy
Author: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: OC (or are they?)
Word Count: ~1000 words
Rating: Gen with metaphors
Summary: How a sad lonely rentboy found true love, fame, and fortune. (Alternative summary: This is not the fairy tale I should be writing.)
Disclaimer: This is a true story.
A/N: Because I don’t have it in me to write porn for National Porn Sunday, have a cracky fairy tale instead. This will make no sense at all unless you are a Tweetskimo. I blame them.

Dec. 17th, 2010

FIC: Falling

Title: Falling
Author: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Diana, Jenny, Deniz, Vanessa, Lars, Roman
Word Count: ~1000 words
Rating: Gen
Summary: Every skater falls differently.
Disclaimer: Not mine. (Sigh)
A/N: For the brilliant, generous, gorgeous, loveable, and all-around fabulously sparkly [info]amilee123. With thanks to [info]aldiara for being the Beta Queen and to Show for being so full of suck these days that I am inspired to write again.


May. 22nd, 2010

My town is bizarre. Also, fic!

Another parade, Ottawa? Seriously? I know it's been a whole three days since the last brass band marched down my street, but did I really need to be woken up to blaring bagpipes blasting the Old Spice theme song?

Also, how many bagpipe bands does one town need?


On another note, Shelly browbeat me into posting bad commentfic. This is entirely her fault.

LOL I've forgotten how to post fic!

Aug. 6th, 2009

I was on the way to bed, my finger worn out from hitting refresh over and over again, when VOILA! [info - community] boxofmagic went live. And OMG PEOPLE LOOK AT MY ART!!!!! [info - personal] chosenfire28 captured exactly how Merlin and Arthur and Nimueh would look 20 (or would that be 1500?) years later, and [info] mamoru22 somehow vidded this monstrosity in two perfect minutes that I will have on eternal loop for the rest of my life!

Go look at this amazing stuff and join me in flailing towards them with indecipherable comments!!


May. 25th, 2009

Fic happened

Show was incredibly inspiring today. *loves it extra hard* What's weird is that the muses it called forth weren't wearing gold lamé but silver duct tape.

Title: Captive (on IJ or DW)
Author: [info] - personallilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Jenny/Marian
Word Count: 600 words
Rating: R maybe?
Summary: Marian circles like a shark, but Jennifer Steinkamp could never be mistaken for innocent prey.
Disclaimer: Property of Sam and Silvia and RTL (but I can dream).
A/N: This pairing should happen. If it doesn't, it's a crime. Kind of involves some kinky bondage stuff, but it's canon-based (~ep680). And it's sappy too, IDEK. And to complicate things further, I tried to get all structural and do these as drabbles, but the final one insisted on being a double-drabble. Anyway, have at it!

May. 10th, 2009


Happy birthday to my dearest, darlingest [info]kabal42!! I hope that you have a truly fabulous day, and that someday, when you look back on this year, you'll remember it as the one where your dreams took flight!

Here's a little something to help you celebrate. I hope it pleases you!

The Gift (Merlin/Arthur, 750 words/gen: After his coronation, Arthur realises what he's been given.)

May. 9th, 2009

I don't sleep anymore

I know better than to drink coffee in the evening. It's just gone 5--the sun's that glowing blue it gets just before dawn--and I am still wide awake. But it was very tasty coffee.

And at least I've been productive. EKP is going great guns--I remember when we started, our goal was to post a clip a week. We've done like 6 in the last 24 hours. (I know that's nothing like the 40 that my other two Brain Thirds did in two days in April when they decided that sleep was verboten, but it's nothing to sneeze at.)

I also finished a WIP that'd been gathering dust on my computer. It's sappy fluff, at least as sappy and fluffy as I'll ever get. But more importantly, it's porn. Enjoy!

Title: Accidents Will Happen
Fandom/Characters: Merlin RPS, Bradley/Colin
Word Count/Rating: 3000 words/NC-17
Summary: It isn't like Bradley hasn't thought about it. A lot. It's more that the timing's never right, that at first he's still reeling from a nasty split with Michelle, that he isn't even sure he's that into guys. Besides, he has no clue which side Colin comes down on, and he really doesn't want things to get weird between them... Valid excuses, all. In the end, not one of them matters.

I'm really lucky that work is always slow this time of year and I can devote plenty of time to porn and gay German soaps. On the other hand, it's starting to be pretty noticeably slower than it usually is. So far I'm holding off the panic but I hope that it picks up soon. (I'm also less than impressed with my company's marketing. We hosted a free informational chat panel the other day, and only 2 people showed up. They got a lot of personalised advice, obviously, but it was really a poor use of our--and by our I mean my--time.)

Oh well. I'm just waiting for my inheritance/trust fund/sugardaddy-or-momma to show up. Any day now.

This weekend, Big Bang! It's moving forward, but I feel like it's two steps forward, one step back. I'm leaving in too many placeholders like [EXPAND] and [FIX] and [SMUT GOES HERE]. Maybe it'll turn out to be a Mad Libs story and readers can fill in the blanks themselves.

My goal is to get that up to 30K by the end of the weekend--and hopefully fill in a few of those blanks. I think if I'm going to do that, I probably should get a little sleep. ;)

Apr. 18th, 2009

This is my brain ATM

Time for a disjointed post, facilitated through interpretative dance. Um, I mean bulletpoints. Divided into thematic divisions, of course, because I desperately need to control some part of my life.

Merlin )
Other )

There were other bits and bobs I wanted to include in random post of randomness but the sticky notes have fallen off my brain and gotten lost in the clutter of obscure trivia and strings of miscellaneous foreign words. Gone forever.

Hope you're all enjoying your weekends!

Feb. 23rd, 2009

Woe is Monday

The old neurons are really not firing today. The only thing this brain seems capable of doing is setting up iPod playlists so I can sync for my flight tomorrow. Essential, yes, but probably not the best priority ATM.

I blame Bradley James who kept me up again last night ... and to write fluff, not even porn. :( I am starting to hate this muse and his complete disregard of timezones: Mothers Always Know (Merlin, Bradley/Colin RPS lies. Summary: Bradley can't tell his mum about Colin.

Also, I seem to have banjaxed my keyboard when I tried to clean out the cushion of cat hair that'd got under it. I have to pound on the '?' key and the '.' key feels really spongy. And guess when my full service warranty expired? Yup, that would be January 31, 2009.

*wanders off to do... something*

Feb. 17th, 2009

This is not the fic I'm writing

It's time for me to serve up my near-daily portion of RPF. This has gone way beyond embarrassing at this point.

Title: Most Proud Of
Fandom/Characters: Merlin RPF, Bradley/Colin
Word Count/Rating: ~2000 words/PG
Summary: Bradley rushing to check on Colin + awkward comment about stunt = overprotective!Bradley fic
Disclaimer: This is utter fabrication, every word of it, except for the dialogue that came directly from this interview (starting ~2:12). And the fact that Bradley did rush over to see if Colin was okay after his stunt. Because you can't make this stuff up!!
A/N: Those DVD extras are proving very inspiring. This is for the lovely [info]aelora who didn't think I was silly for obsessing. I had more betas on this than a 2K bit of RPS deserves. Thanks to my dear [info]sarcasticchick who read until she fell asleep (hopefully not because of the story) and to the lifesaving lovelies [info]sdk and [info]aldiara, who both agreed to help me at the spur of the moment so I could post tonight, because I'm impatient like that.

Yeah, he knows what it feels like to be frightened, to watch his life flash before his eyes, to see a lorry crash through the motorcycle he was riding just seconds before. But Bradley doesn't remember it ever being this unnerving.

Feb. 16th, 2009

Monday blather

Thank you, client, for scheduling an early morning appointment with me and then not bothering to call. I appreciate that. Really.

At least getting up early is getting me motivated to DO STUFF. My sleep schedule's seriously out of whack. I'm up until dawn, then the animals pounce on me a few hours later, and I'm feeling sleep-deprived and sluggish.

Which has been my excuse all weekend for doing NOTHING but indulging in writing and reading and television.
But today I have Being Human to look forward to, which is turning out to be rather brilliant. And there's that whole "doing stuff" thing too, which so far has involved throwing in some laundry and thinking about diving into my taxes and pondering fic. Haven't gotten much further than that.

At the moment, though, I have to see what the dog wants. He's looking at me with those intent eyes, but it's not dinnertime and he's been out I've already lifted him onto the couch twice and he's jumped off, so that's not it. Why can't you talk, dammit!

Happy Monday, kittens!

p.s. [info]sarcasticchick just found Thomas Jefferson/Alexander Hamilton slash. I boggled for two seconds and then asked for George Washington/Benedict Arnold hatesex. I NEED SLEEP! (She does more, she's been up all night. FEAR US!)

Feb. 14th, 2009

FIC: In These Stones

Happy Valentine's Day! Here, have some smut:

Title: In These Stones
Fandom/Characters: Merlin, Bradley/Colin
Word Count/Rating: ~2000 words/NC-17 for porn and language
Summary: Cavesmut. That is all.
Disclaimer: This is a complete lie, completely the product of my warped imagination, and bears no resemblance to any reality. (Although I did borrow dialogue from Colin Morgan's video diary. YES! They really said that!)
A/N: I thought I was getting my life back, I really did. And then those DVD extras came out, and Bradley tells Colin to wait in a dark part of the cave and that he'll come back for him, and just what am I supposed to do with that?!! Many heart-shaped boxes of chocolates should be heaped upon [info]sarcasticchick for noting poorly executed porn logistics and all-around amazingness. (And yes, I know I'm using a Torchwood-related title, but ... the cave's in Wales, yeah, that's it!)

In These Stones

Feb. 8th, 2009

I spent way longer on this story than I should have

Please don't hate me.

Title: Manwhore
Author: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Merlin, Bradley/Colin (and Bradley and Colin with a whole lot of other people)
Word Count/Rating: ~9300 words of stinking lies. At least some of them are porn. (Do I need to warn for language in a story called "Manwhore"?)
Summary: "If anybody should be called a manwhore, it's you, Colin."
Disclaimer: Damn lies, all of it. This is the humiliating result of my obsession with Bradley and Colin and bears no resemblance to reality in any sense of the word.
A/N: Bradley James talks to me in bed. No, really. He waits until I'm about to fall asleep, and then appears in muse form to whisper, "Don't you want to get up and write porn about me?" "No," I say, "I'm going to sleep. And I don't write RPF anyway." "But you could. And it's all about me, so it'll be quick and dirty." "Quick and dirty, you say? No time-consuming plot? No angsting?" "Nope. Just a smutlet, won't take you any time at all." I'll tell you this straight up: Bradley James is a damn liar. And [info]sarcastic_jo is responsible for aiding and abetting.


Feb. 2nd, 2009

Not sure why I'm writing about childhood memories and porn in the same post, but there you go

My favourite childhood movie is being remade: Escape to Witch Mountain will become Race to Witch Mountain, starring the Rock in the role formerly played by Eddie Albert.

Oh hey, I wrote porn!

Title: Dirty Laundry
Authors: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin
Word Count/Rating: 500 words/NC-17
Summary: Uther is not impressed with Merlin. Arthur is.
Disclaimer: So very not mine. If they were, this scene would be canon.
A/N: Missing scene from episode 1x04. This started with [info]sarcastic_jo innocently questioning whether Arthur wore the longcoat of sexxx during the initial meeting with King Bayard. Of course, that required watching again, as well as pondering why Arthur was slumming while everybody else was dressed to the nines. Cracky porn ensued.

Dirty Laundry

Jan. 28th, 2009

Fic: No Other Reason (Merlin/Arthur)

Oops! Almost forgot to post this here!

Title: No Other Reason
Authors: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin
Word Count/Rating: 1160 words/Gen
Summary: Merlin is the worst manservant Arthur has ever had. The wonder is that he keeps him around at all.
Disclaimer: This incarnation of Merlin belongs to the BBC and folks at Shine. There would be even more dressing (and undressing) if they were mine.
A/N: A brief chronicling of Arthur's denial. Set between episodes 1x02 and 1x03. Massive thanks to the wonderful [info]sarcastic_jo for the beta, cheerleading, whipcracking, and all-around awesomeness.

Merlin really was the worst manservant he'd ever had.

Jan. 19th, 2009

Here's what I did today...

Chronicling a fangirl's demise: "No, never--Merlin is faaar too cheesy. OK, yeah, it's cheesy, but it is fun. And by fun, I of course mean I can't believe there's so much slash! I'll read just this one story on my flist, but I don't have time for another fandom. Look at all the shiny comms! And wow, what great stories there are. But I'll never write in it, ever. Oh, hells."

Title: To Be King
Authors: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin
Word Count/Rating: 1325 words/R
Summary: Merlin is Camelot, distilled in physical form.
Disclaimer: This incarnation of Merlin belongs to Auntie Beeb.
A/N: This started out as a short character study of Arthur and somehow turned to smut. I blame Bradley James and that ... thing ... he does with his voice. I owe all to [info]sarcastic_jo for beta and enabling.

Magic is returning to Camelot.

And you'll also want to watch this gorgeous thing. Not that I've watched it 20 times tonight or anything:

Merlin (Arthur/Merlin) - All I Have - Jemzamia

You know what I want now? A fic in which Merlin and Arthur share a Manly Hug while wearing chainmail, and get stuck together. That would bring much joy!

Jan. 3rd, 2009

New AWZ fic and fandom fun

Upon hearing about my soap's asinine rentboy plot...
Lilith: I have this furious Roman muse in my head right now.
Normal people: Um, okay... *backs away slowly*
Aldi: Oh really? *makes grabby hands*

And so the idea for this collaborative fic was born -- several weeks ago (and damn work anyway), so it's AU and been jossed by this point, but we don't care. When canon gives you lemons, you ... write epic multi-chaptered hatesex fic, right?

Title: In This Home On Ice – Chapter One: Face-Off
Authors: [info]aldiara and [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Deniz/Roman
Word Count/Rating: 10K words of NC-17 smut
Summary: “I'm curious: is a professional blow job really that much better than what I used to get for free?”
Disclaimer: Sadly we don't own these characters; we just like watching them fight.
A/N: While this story picks up Deniz’s rentboy plot somewhere after episode 565, it goes AU from there (a.k.a. as far as we are concerned, Stella does not and will never exist). Lilith pirouettes; Aldi swings hockey sticks.


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