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as an example of where my brain has gone here be this old thing. *er*, told you so '-) title: (1) fandom: Bleach author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) elefwinrating: G words: 420 summary: the series' One True One PWP. notes: it may become a part of getting physical thing for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) cliche_bingo. ( Starrk sleeps... )Tags: ff, mine
mood:  cranky
sound: Clint Mansell - Xibalba
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the thing is... nothing particularly worth telling about happened. no, really. any day now RL is gonna start kicking me, hard, for loitering with intent. ~ ( jasmine-flavoured tea session happened. )~ then I, uh... got sucked into another black hole fandom, against all odds -- yeah, there were days when I seriously thought I'd never read comics, too, -- and something strange happened. I read & watch canon in English only, but fanstuff? mostly in Russian. beats me why. maybe Russian ways of thinking are that bit closer to Japanese original? anyway. I've been spamming the web in my mother tongue. even wrote a classic romantic fic, Bummer: A Love Story [in Russian. I've also been translating *between* Russian, English & Romanian, but I don't think I'll ever do this one]. ~ then there's fooling around with a marker & a camera improvisation: ( not!cosplay )~ I owe so much to so many %( Tags: mine, pix, recs, rl
mood:  calm
sound: Shiro Sagisu - Invasion
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turns out I strongly dislike vodka. I'm a rum girl '-) jasmine tea, on the other hand, is fragrant and gentle. mmm, yum. ~ turns out there was a festival in our town, and we somehow got there a couple of hours before it closed '-) there were... amazing machines, artistic improvisation, kleizmer bands, bubbles, fireworks..! and balloons #-) well, ever since DWCon 2004 I wanted a balloon sword, and 5 years later I got one. ( in black. )~ so there's that. also, I need a [friendly] kick to finish the only story that seems to have some plot. the Bleach one is a totally lost case of fanart writing #-) Tags: mine, pix, rl
mood:  amused
sound: Bleach Beat Collection - Zan
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deary me. the next one will be happy, I swear. title: Death and the Maiden fandom: Hellboy II author: elefwinrating: G words: 600 warning: no beta, midnight writing, despondency. summary: we all fight alone, faerie are islands too. notes: written for cliche_bingo's episode tags and missing scenes prompt. ( read me! )Tags: ff, h2, mine
mood:  accomplished
sound: Damien Rice - the blower's daughter
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title: One-night Stand of Truth author: elefwinrating: R fandom: there is no fandom. based on & inspired by Only You. shoot me. disclaimer: I'm not sure who owns the thing & the whole of the thing, but it ain't me. caution: slash. fluff. loose morals & too many drinks. no beta, so let me know if it contains any crimes against English & Italian languages, common sense, humanity etc. summary: when your heart is broken and your balls are busted on a fine summer night, what do you do? drink it off, then sleep it off... what else? ( oh dear. )~ ...no, really. shoot me. Tags: ff, mine, бред
mood:  crazy
sound: Imogen Heap - Headlock
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a gift, actually, posted with Z's kind permission. title: Batshit Romance author: elefwinrating: PG-13 fandom: the brand new Batman movieverse characters: Batman, James Gordon, Bruce Wayne disclaimer: nope, not mine. no harm meant and, hopefully, done. caution: no beta (so feel free to point screw-ups out), midnight writing, mindfuck, hints of bondage... and alcohol just slipped in. summary: Batman has a problem with James Gordon... ( read on! )Tags: ff, mine
mood:  awake, damn'd if I know how
sound: The Kinks - Catch Me Now I'm Falling
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I [1] promised to write something wholesome, [2] considered writing self-indulgent pr0n, [3] was most definitely & firmly against writing anything like this. so... an odd weather report and sweet memories of a story read a long time ago and in a galaxy far, far away have mixed with my slight frustration with the theme... and I went & wrote exactly that, something that would not even suck, no pun intended. I have no excuse. so it's an AU ficlet set in Ultimate Marvel universe [ because it fits and I have actually read the whole arc?]. it deals with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers [ because], and can only be rated W for WTF. the best thing about it is the title from master Cohen's song [ there's blood on every bracelet, you can see it, you can taste it... aye]. [and yes, I did watch Let the Right One In and loved it.] ~ ( light as the breeze )~ ... *facepalm* Tags: ff, mine, tfs, бред
mood: crazy
sound: Pink - Bad Influence
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first, I've been trying to clean up me hard drives [at least 4 DVDs of comic archives, imagine that] when I recalled an old, old story, sketches for, and decided to look it up. have not found that one, but! have [re]discovered a practically completed Star Wars AU fic. it breaks my heart, that story does: it is AU and out of character in its assumptions, but there's some damn fine dialogue, and gods, I wish I could still write like that! I thought of rewriting it to fit the canon, Episode III specifically... and decided against it. wth, let it be big bad AU. with spices on top #-) that, gentlefolk, was one nice & unexpected trip. and a "get your shit together, good writing IS possible!" reminder. that was not the objective, though. the thing is... as much as I think & talk Stark, one'd rightfully expect me to write something already [and shut up, then], right? it's not like I lack [insane] writing ideas, right? and I cannot plead unfamiliarity with various canons any longer, too... so what does one do about it, pray? ...right, one flips. one visualizes a piece of pure crack & writes it the hell down. like this: ( hard candy )~ ... right, wtf. Tags: bad idea, ff, mine, tfs
mood:  content
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got PotC-3 in the mail, like, finally. gods, I sort of forgot [!] how wonderful and trippy and awesome it is. organic, sneaky and so thick with L it's leaking... am, of course, incoherent, so here's a[nother] picture from last summer in NYC, taken after the movie, featuring me all bliss'd out:  Tags: mine, pix, videogasm
mood: content
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 this picture was taken last year at Star Wars Celebration IV in LA. this picture shows me sitting in a line, under a wall, in the sun in full blast mode for at least an hour - and still looking fcking happy. those were the times..! part of the happy was our waiting in line to meet Billy Dee Williams [Lando Calrissian in SW V & VI]. now, I rather like them both. and I have a difficulty explaining what the magic was to anyone who was not there [lame, aye], but... that big grin up there? totally justified. why today of all times? 'cause we remembered the occasion over some pasta carbonara, and we indeed can't take spaghetti seriously any more. so there's a perfect happy moment that will last us for years... inexplicable '-) and that is just the thing, because today I've been also reminded, though less happily, of my curse of wanting things that are not. they either do not exist, cannot exist, or are so far beyond my grasp they could just as easily be nonexistent. there. I find I do not want quite a lot of stuff I'm perhaps supposed to want. I can do without. material, sensible things... and then I crave to the point of starvation something pure, painful and well-written. *facepalm* yes, that'd be going back to XF, because there is this thing, poignant [all the way from profoundly moving to keenly distressing to the mind or feelings, right through agreeably intense or stimulating] and beautiful and crazy in the unique XF way... and I want to see it written down right. as many times as it takes. [oh, it's almost like looking for the right Vetinari portrait by Paul Kidby #-) everquest] as is, it remains an inexplicable wonder. hunger is a terrible thing. Tags: mine, pix, rl, sw, xf
mood:  contemplative
sound: *stop* doing what you keep doing to me
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I am really, really stupid unwise, moreso because it is not something I've ever wanted to do, even in [surprising] absence of any decent read. I didn't quite see myself writing Doggett & Mulder. *facepalm* so, [un]naturally, I have. short, fcked up & going nowhere, ( Van )
* if I am not gravely mistaken, the Spanish opposite of Vienen [XF 8.16] - [they] leave. tell me Season 8 was more coherent, though #-) Tags: ff, mine, xf
mood: йа бландинко
sound: Imogen Heap - Clear The Area
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the day hasn't been totally wasted: I did it #-) the XF filk that bugged me for the last 36 hours or so. now, it ain't exactly accurate, and I am not certain about a couple of words - of their being words, that is '-) but on the whole? hot damn #-) in the most tender memory of Milagro, ( Living Next Door to Mulder )~ *sniff* hellp... gimme some hardcore mindbending MSk, pls... Tags: ff, mine, poetry, xf, бред
mood: accomplished
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y'know, screw it. I've just written an exactly [according to the word counter] 100 words long drabble, following, well, this. aw, those so-bad-it's-amazing old things & their little gems. shoot stab me. ~ ( a handful of dust )~ it may suck, which is only proper. there might be more, which I hopes does not happen. but rahr, 10 2, and my reference tables are made of awesome #-) Tags: ff, mine
mood: accomplished
sound: The Clash - Rock the Casbah
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the meme's all over the LJ, so why not... Post a list of your top five favorite fics you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most.~ the Secks trilogy thing! (a crazy quasi-poetic experiment bringing Ecks from Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever and Sands from Once Upon a Time in Mexico closer than is proper and safe. in particular, I love how the liquid theme holds, and the thing flows smoothly despite, well, everything #-) ~ A Delicate Hand! [one word: 'coronary' #-) a few more words: gods help me, it works so wickedly sweetly. plus, you know me & hands. in a way it's a story of self loving, 'cause it's got indulgence written all over it.] ~ Loose Ends! [my first and only proper Discworld fic, folks, and said to be a good one too. I love how easily, in fact, it came to me, both imagery and words. I love how right it feels, up to the [in]famous "What, why?"] ~ they dance alone and see me not! [the story of these two is probably longer than the stories themselves. in short, I loved League of Extraordinary Gentlemen's idea of Mina Harker meeting Captain Nemo. I also liked its freehand approach to various bits of canon, so I dragged fused several versions of Ms.Harker and the Captain for the two vignettes. I love how they just are there, no backstory, no reason, no excuse. if I ever captured sensual, it is there.] ~ *deep breath* Interesting Times three-piece! (yes, the criminally insane Star Wars alternate reality one. part 1 was very hard to write, being a request & not exactly my thing, and I love to know I made it. I also love the way[s] it turned afterwards, absorbing lines from my favourite songs, and common sense, and impossible OTP. it's a truly weird child, this one, and a... strange thing to do to one's beloved canon, but in the end? it made this top 5 #-) ~ the list could've been different, had I written more/finished the accursed WIPs. ow. PS & ETA: I cheat! it is not a fic but a poem, but it is love pure. Deserted Sonnet for El Aurens the magnificent, dammit '-) Tags: ff, meme, mine, recs
mood:  sick
sound: Leonard Cohen - Waiting For The Miracle
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apathy wtf..?! and body, if you absolutely have to sleep half a day, could you please extract some pleasure from it & not feel beaten up? ... ... .... ... ...fandom in haiku? after all, we are flesh and blood, but some of us just keep coming back. ~ cream, honey, brandy, ashes, wine, a dash of blood before dark chocolate. ~ a long time ago in a story told backwards there'd be only stars. ~ that, and some fiddling with the layout, and a new icon. I feel rotten #-S Tags: fandom, mine, poetry
mood:  exanimate
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tonight is the night when fandoms collide. one: PotC2 soundtrack is awesome. not same awesome as PotC1 OST, but... okay, it's opera. it deserves a prize for the titles alone, and the best parts are the new ones, not theme inserts from the first part. there is organ music in it, so guess who is in love with the sound! two: speaking of sounds. by a wicked coincidence I have read the train scene from The Book of the Dead to the sound of vocalise from The Ninth Gate. oh good Lord. the beauty and infernal calm, the power and passion, the inevitable, unstoppable light tread of doom? perfect. three: the upcoming Discworld Convention programme is ... well, wow. I won't be able to believe all that till I end up in the second row & such #-) with generous amount of cider to keep my feet on the ground '-) four: the sad reason for my craving a tablet & display combo is my fucked up coordination. [and some people suggest I try driving!] anyway... besides hand-shaking-creepy, ( Elfie fools around with airbrushes. )Tags: mine, p&c, pix
mood:  excited
sound: He's A PirateTiesto Remix
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I've been... waiting #-( and trying not to think, and missing people, and sleeping through days, and making user bars. they are... crunchy? my new headset works, all parts of it. I might talk at you online now. omg. said headset had been acquired on my way to the therapist... [1] I have found, after two sad attempts, *the* bus stop I must get down at so I would not have to walk around half the city. the stop the way from which takes me past a stationery & computer accessories shop, so '-) and [2] what with seasons changing and new sights and so on, there are now splashes of bougainvillea the color of diluted blood - and cool white. I wanted to stay there, in the street, and just touch cool paper-dry and thin petals-that-are-actually-leaves... bougainvillea
blooms white today. oh brother,
honestly, green blood? meep... do come. coooome heeeere... *headdesk* Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood: cranky
sound: Moogwai - Viola
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it has been written long ago by masters cast in marble, and bronze, and word almighty why then, pray, must we replay the wicked game and long for something a hair's breadth beyond and live, and love, and bleed and hate because a heart is wired just that way and taking this longing out might just kill? red wire..? Tags: mine, poetry
mood:  sad
sound: leonard cohen - take this longing
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my eyes are almost bleeding, so no more drawing tonight. alas. consider glasses?.. (but that ribbon looks effing nice #-) and I've just been scared out of my wits by CD tray gently & unexpectedly sliding out and touching my leg. must adjust the burner's options so's it won't do so again. and on that CD [of 700 MB capacity] went a file of about 707 MB, don't ask me how. see, I tried to compress it further with AGK, set 690 MB size limit, and the result turned out... right, 734 MB. ah, software. at times like this I look at thee and feel a young innocent barbarian again. how ever, on a CD it is now, so I am officially guilty of video piracy. yo-ho. it's a great pity we cannot control our dreams. of course, then some of us wouldn't wake up ever for a long, long time... on the other hand, I'd sleep much easier tonight without Harris's Italian flashbacks possibly waiting around the corner of the conscious. aw, crossfandoms... [have you seen From Hell? some of Fred's visions, when he walks through the twilight London, bumping into people familiar and not, dead and alive, and those he has yet to meet... that's exactly the feeling] tell me a bedtime story?! you walk in my dreams I walk in my dreams through a day and another we go places, and seams unravel too true to be good... oh brother, where the hell are you?! Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood:  sleepy
sound: Dracula's Wedding in my head
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the film I've been waiting to see all this week? missed all but end credits, because I'm st00pid, what. the... picture thingy I spent several hours torturing last night? had to delete the end result, it was bad bad. [on the plus side, have installed the Equalizer, finally, mmm shiny] the good things I ought to be doing with all the new & old artsy stuff? did not even touch them. because I suck. not for long, hopefully, but still. and the day began so wonderfully well, with a good old V&V naughty idea curled comfortably round my brain... ah, snap! the only good thing about this life deal is the music. mraow... [I have not touched you today not with a hand nor with an eye, and memory I locked away today we walked alone...] P-poetry, confound it! '-) Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood:  apathetic
sound: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Dead man in my bed
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night: press face to glass and look out into you... ah, humanitybecause of family ties, and cut-glass finesse & delicacy, and being too sharp for one's own good... and damn, haven't we been there before? snake-like, arcanum lies coiled between the pages - words lie in thy mouth ...lilac? Tags: cg, mine, p&c, poetry
mood:  listless
sound: simple minds - Dancing Barefoot
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ensnared in a web of asphalt grey and brilliance eye-piercing, trapped: mapped: pinned to the city map we stand live walls climb up - a hundred thousand candles - we walk the night the edge of winter: late November, no rest in peace, we last and lie in waiting, we tumbleweed islands, we avert our faces - and yet cannot escape the light. Tags: mine, poetry
mood:  exhausted
sound: Smashing Pumpkins - Bullet with Butterfly Wings
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am alive, more or less. maybe will live to see 28 Days Later on TV tonight #-) still, all I can do is lie semiconscious, switch channels, and click on links. cannot even read, so no CoC for poor E #-( [it's black and red and gold, and though I love crimson & silver of Still Life... better, it's still delectable. and proper. the gold slightly smudged, too... perfect. I cannot read it right now, but I remember] the would've-been-boyfriend's mother says she trusts my taste in reading. I wonder... ~ sometimes I feel like a bridge. a traffic bridge in a rush hour. that's the drawback of being omnivorous, of having too many obsessions and never falling out of love. sometimes I wonder... if I stood up & spoke out in all my fandoms, what kind of natural disaster that would be #-) *lurks, having the best of both worlds... and a monster headache* ~ oh, another thing I can do while sick, for reasons unknown: sketch in PainterClassic. behold, then, Elfie the Corpse Child:  ~ meep... Tags: mine, p&c, pix
mood:  blah
sound: My Chemical Romance - I Never Told You What I Do For Living
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[waiting for Pendergast] we're far, oh so far we could probably touch on the other side, world standing still just this once, just for us but six weeks is too much and the waiting would certainly kill but this once, just this once, shall we dance, words and stars twisting tongues and new scars, papercuts ... black & white photographs. ~ alternately, pefect drugs #-) Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood: cranky
sound: REM - Walk Unafraid
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hello! hi, am me. I cannot do anything right. see, here's the crappy job... and not that I am having trouble keeping it, but there is not much to it right now, and definitely no bright future... so, here's this state of suspension, incomplete days and terrifying, looming prospect of looking for a better job. and on the other hand - the unexpected freedom creeping up on me. this... liberty. thoughts of actually going out to the sea. doing something... interesting. writing ideas flowing in. oh, and doodles. ( like this. )a strange feeling that in a few days I am going to look at myself & seriously freak out, 'who the hell is this girl?!'-like. Tags: doodle, mine
mood: cranky
sound: REM - Walk Unafraid
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rewind 
thirsty
enthralled
creative
okay
tipsy