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*throws huge tantrum*
I just FINISHED my fucking UPDATE and then the BATTERY goes dead and Dimitri DIES on me and it's all LOST...
Let's try again.
Had quite a good time at work today, my boss was nice and bought us greasy takeaway for lunch. Someone please suggest something useful and constructive to do with the $70 in my wallet before I go and do something horribly rash ^_^ Like order this or this or even this from Hot Topic.
As for writing... *throws metaphorical pen at wall* Bah. Am afraid to work on Shields for fear that a huge horde of critical literary spirits will crawl out of the woodwork and POINTEDLY IGNORE ME. Being ignored is worse than being flamed. It means you're not even worth the effort.
Fandoms are so bad for my self-esteem.
BUT Eujar and I are seriously thinking of becoming the ficbitches of the Matrix fandom. It really, REALLY needs some. No, REALLY. When you see Agent Smith MPREG and other similar horrors, the inner (fic)bitch starts cracking her knuckles.
Ashamed to announce that I have fallen in love with ANOTHER of my characters. Lucieeeeeeeeeen.. *pink floaty hearts, which Lucien looks at in disgust and then pops irritably*
This was probably a bad idea, since now I won't want to let him end up with Jennet. Not that I have much of a chance, him being gay and all... But in the grand tradition of characters that I love enought to let them develop independent personalities, he is messing with my story. Damn him.
He wants to have purple hair. I want him to have black hair. He wants to DYE his hair purple. I point out that Jennet dyes his hair, and this is one of the reasons why he initially dislikes him. He insists that as a vampire, he COULD have naturally purple hair. I bang my head on the desk and wail that I already HAVE a main character with purple hair in ANOTHER story. He fails to see why this is a problem. I threaten to make him straight and invent a horrible Mary Sue girlfriend for him. Red Lucien emerges and proceeds to have a screaming fit. Jennet wakes up and tells me sleepily not to aggravate his boyfriend. I retire into the corner to sulk and think it over.
Heeeeeelp... *cries*
Let's try again.
Had quite a good time at work today, my boss was nice and bought us greasy takeaway for lunch. Someone please suggest something useful and constructive to do with the $70 in my wallet before I go and do something horribly rash ^_^ Like order this or this or even this from Hot Topic.
As for writing... *throws metaphorical pen at wall* Bah. Am afraid to work on Shields for fear that a huge horde of critical literary spirits will crawl out of the woodwork and POINTEDLY IGNORE ME. Being ignored is worse than being flamed. It means you're not even worth the effort.
Fandoms are so bad for my self-esteem.
BUT Eujar and I are seriously thinking of becoming the ficbitches of the Matrix fandom. It really, REALLY needs some. No, REALLY. When you see Agent Smith MPREG and other similar horrors, the inner (fic)bitch starts cracking her knuckles.
Ashamed to announce that I have fallen in love with ANOTHER of my characters. Lucieeeeeeeeeen.. *pink floaty hearts, which Lucien looks at in disgust and then pops irritably*
This was probably a bad idea, since now I won't want to let him end up with Jennet. Not that I have much of a chance, him being gay and all... But in the grand tradition of characters that I love enought to let them develop independent personalities, he is messing with my story. Damn him.
He wants to have purple hair. I want him to have black hair. He wants to DYE his hair purple. I point out that Jennet dyes his hair, and this is one of the reasons why he initially dislikes him. He insists that as a vampire, he COULD have naturally purple hair. I bang my head on the desk and wail that I already HAVE a main character with purple hair in ANOTHER story. He fails to see why this is a problem. I threaten to make him straight and invent a horrible Mary Sue girlfriend for him. Red Lucien emerges and proceeds to have a screaming fit. Jennet wakes up and tells me sleepily not to aggravate his boyfriend. I retire into the corner to sulk and think it over.
Heeeeeelp... *cries*
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i would also not object by any means to matrix ficbitching, because with the amount of crap out there, it wouldn't even require any EFFORT; we'd be the wittiest little ficbitches on the block, we would, even if we just posted links to such literary gems as 'YOU'VE SEEN THE MATRIX - BUT HAEV YOU SEEN IT WITH CROCODILES!??!?!??!?!??'. so here's to that, my friend *high five*
also, i reach a quandrary with the merovingian; i want very much to reply all frothy like to your comment, but your post is now kind of buried under many many others, and the full impact would be lost should people never actually see it. could you post a short little thing on my lj, and then i can shriek and froth and scream in reference to your earlier comment in faux-cutting french and it would be good. is that ok? ^^;; thanks a lot, frar.