szzzt: Wufei the scholar is perplexed. (wufei?)
So, as I've been saying for years, or at least months, or at least thinking loudly, a Freeport/Firefly crossover would practically write itself. Let's see if that is true!

Title: "Layover"
Author: szzzt
Rating: Worksafe for Companions and implied 2x5
Warnings: None.
Summary: Gundam Wing (Freeport)/Firefly. They say Freeport's the last best chance for the crazy and the desperate; Serenity just wants to do the job and get paid.
A/N: This is very short, just for fun and [personal profile] kkamagwi! Might be continued and perhaps develop a plot, or might languish. But I have the feeling that if I am shown more Firefly eps, continuation may spontaneously occur...!
Edit 2010/04/27: Annnnd continuation in comments, yo.

She should have known better, but even a professional could be surprised. )
szzzt: Sepia-toned and androgynous, an angel crouches, its braid and long earring swaying. (Default)
[crosspost from [community profile] oddible]

Title: "Wufei: In Esse"
Artist: szzzt
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Song/Theme: Au Revoir Simone - Shadows
Summary: Small portrait of Chang Wufei.
A/N: Done in Paint, as a way to jog me into writing more of the fic that goes along with it. So far, working. Heavy stuff goes down in parts 1 & 2, and this is protagonist-kun at the end of part 3, after he gets his ducks in a row and goes off to have lemons kick ass.

Too small for a thumbnail... )

Oh yeah~

Mar. 1st, 2010 11:41 pm
szzzt: Wufei the scholar is perplexed. (wufei?)
So on Saturday, the file holding the Current Story tied and then surpassed the largest file in my Written For Fun folder. (And that formerly largest file is not a story--it is a giant hoard of poems and fine quotes I have found trolling the Nets.) 94KB! Someone give me a cigar.

Did you know that 17,500 words is the length of a very short novella? I'm there. Plus there's another 1500 or 2000 words I haven't typed in yet... Oooh... *rubs hands in glee* (Those of you who are prolific, ignore me wigging out. I'll just be over here adoring my first story-shaped thing of length some more.)

I also have the lion's part of a lemon. I'm not sure what to think about this, but since I knew it was coming and was a bit worried about making it convincing, the hindbrain has settled on massive glee. I tell the hindbrain, "You can't tell if it's convincing! Besides, you need to write the lead-up scene now currently tagged only as 'something SPECTACULARLY KICKASS,' once you figure out what it is!" The hindbrain doesn't care. The hindbrain wants to write lovingly detailed explosions that conveniently kill off the bad guys and trap our heroes in an elevator with nothing but a futon, or something, yeah maybe I will tell the hindbrain to go take a hike for that scene, except of course for judging the correct degree of spectacular kickassery.

[personal profile] kkamagwi, you may be pleased to note that nowhere is "koi" used as a term of endearment in said lemon. That will not actually decrease its average prevalence in the fandom. *cries*

Ergh

Feb. 5th, 2010 12:30 am
szzzt: Ash flips Eiji the bird. But Eiji got there first. (that one)
When I come home, why can't I be stricken with the compulsion to write happy stories? Instead of the one I'm writing, which is like distilled ow, and which keeps getting longer? Or even to finish anything before I start something else?

*Prods ow story, which is still there, sullen and squicky and sort of breathtaking, just as it has been there awaiting writing every time it was prodded this last...entire...week and a half. God, it feels like thirty years.*

This story started after I got up from pretty wrenching dreams on a Sunday, started writing, kept writing, and managed to snatch a whole three hours of sleep before I had to stop writing for work -- Work?! What is this? I have to stop?! -- where it writhed under my skin all day and I was nonetheless elated. Apparently I wrote 4200 words that day and morning.

And it hasn't gone away. I'm used to stories flaring and burning out. This one is still there. I've managed to drag myself a little closer back to normal human mindset and even do some other things that aren't writing this stupid story, but it's there, and if I listen, more of it comes out. Un-fricking-believable. A new experience for me.

I'd be happier, I guess, if it was less disturbing than that essay I wrote in junior year in Iago-voice after we read Othello, explaining that he'd done it because he loved Othello and Desdemona so much. I think of that sometimes and wonder what the teacher made of it. I was a bit flustered, turning it in, but not ashamed...because I knew it was good.

Yeah well, this story, I dunno if it will get finished since the damn thing keeps getting longer and I persist in trying to write all parts of it at once... I'm not sure 'cause what do I know, but I think it's good.
szzzt: Three gold rings and a ruby glint in Zack Fair's ear as he lays on deck and smiles at the midshipman at the masthead. (shipverse)
Title: Down to your soul
Author: szzzt
Rating: Worksafe
Warnings: Weird. Also, first posted fic.
Song/Theme: Right Away, Great Captain! = "Down To Your Soul"
Summary: If Cloud gained others in his head, so did Zack.
A/N: Part of a story set in a 'verse that's a pastiche of FF7 and Patrick O'Brian, which will be novel-length if I ever write it all. The line that poked me was "I know you don't know what I'm capable of," but I'll have to leave that for next time. Written for [community profile] oddible, yay impetus to post!


...damn, maybe death was like going crazy, if you couldn't remember what you remembered any more. )

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