! I want to write all of these prompts, but the way things are going, I'll actually have to write them on the day that I post them, almost. XD Not even I can churn out thirty separate fics in the space of one week. Particularly not while I'm supposed to be studying. On the bright side, though, NTP is an on-going thing as far as I know. The next round might not be such awesome, awesome sauce, but the whole idea of the community just makes me squeal. Let's experiment with fandom.
Oh, yes. Let's. Please. ♥ Makes me full of squeals and giggles just thinking about it. ♥ There is nothing more satisfying than pulling a story together out of uncommon and entirely cracky elements.
I think Hiru has actually taken a leaf out of Sanga's book and removed Deneve Haydee entirely from my mind. I hope I can find where he buried her and resurrect her corpse before Friday, because Ash is going to have a hell of a time investigating with no benefactor to write angry letters for him. In any case: Hiru is officially just as ruthless as the Water Master. This is kind of terrifying, and when I said Sanga was training him to be a good seme, this wasn't exactly what I meant.
(I love my kids. I love my kids. I love my kids. Oh, god, I love my kids and I want to just roll around on the floor and perform bizarre dances in order to communicate the intensity of my love for them. I feel as though I've been neglecting them lately, concentrating on Conductor and Half Jack, and Lapis doesn't help when he stands in a corner and taps his foot pointedly at me. Like I didn't have enough to do before he swanned back onto the stage. You ought to be a peacock, not a cat, you silly bugger, but then your relationship with Hamish wouldn't be nearly
so amusing. And poor Hamish just sitting there and taking it because everyone knows that the biggest and most ostentatious jerk gets the girl, and the humble sorceror gets buggerall. Not to worry, Hamish-my-lad. Erin would rather stab Lapis than sleep with him, and Lapis is more interested in making her scream with wrath than with passion. It's his one chance to be a pain-in-the-ass older brother! Because Revkha was born first, and she's too serene to be bothered with him.)
Oh, boy. You can tell when it gets late and the stories start coming more easily, can't you? I wonder if I can write my Art of Fiction interview like this?
LAUGHING MY ASS OFF. LAPIS IS WATERBORN AND HIS FAMILIAR IS A CAT. SO MUCH FOR DIGNITY, GRACE, WIT AND POISE, THERE, BUDDY. XD I must now, officially, drench you whenever you are in cat form. It will be a running joke and it will never stop being funny
You know you've got the attention span of a gnat when you find yourself writing five different things simultaneously.
Also, what kind of cop-out pansy have I become? When did 10.30pm become more than I could possibly deal with? No wonder I can't fucking write anything lately. I'm wasting my best cognitive hours on sleep.