Okay so I guess this is from that urban fantasy AU I never wrote? :D --- "I'll pay you in kisses," she said, and Rennac was 99% certain he'd heard that wrong. Then again, he'd thought he had been hearing wrong when she told him she had just destroyed a city bus for leering at her or that she was inviting one of the zoo lions over for tea. It turned out, each time, that his hearing was absolutely fine and Princess L'Arachel was insane. There were so many bats in her belfry, he thought, that there wasn't even a belfry anymore - only more bats.Granted, she was a princess of the Fair Folk and he had no right to expect any differently. But he was hardly going to let that stop him
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You already know the prompt I gave you: Eli and "dust"!
...but if afterwards you're still stuck for words, consider this my own attempts to enable you write either more Raffles or more Johannes Cabal forever. Bunny saving the day or, oh, oh, I am curious as to your own take on the end of The Fear Institute, or oh now I'm going to sit here in a stupor thinking about those books what have I done to myself.
LIVEJOURNAL I MISS YOU and I wish you hadn't effectively destroyed yourself by toying around with your userbase.
I HOPE THIS IS ACCEPTABLE AND I AM NOT TAKING TOO MANY EGREGIOUS LIBERTIES? --- His every footfall stirred up a fresh puff of stale dust. It was reprehensible. There were spiders nesting on the bookshelf alongside the disintegrating webs and hollow, desiccated remains of the last meals of their grandmothers. He found himself scowling. A repository of knowledge should never go untapped for so long, and a bookshelf should never accumulate cobwebs. Especially not any bookshelf of his, one containing his books. It had been necessary, but necessity did nothing to dull his distaste for this state of affairs
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So a couple years back I was vaguely planning out a ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE! story with a Fedora Guy in it. And then I never actually wrote it, because I got burned out on zombies. But I suddenly remembered about it today? So there's this. --- When I first met Moon, he was wearing a three-piece suit and a fedora and walking away from an explosion much in the way normal people walk away from pine trees - without any particular care or attention, because it was merely a normal part of the scenery. He was spectacularly unhurried about it, although at that distance he must have been feeling its heat on the back of his neck. I wasn't sure whether he was deaf or oblivious or just impossibly cool, but I wanted him and his hat on my team. "You!" I yelled, and in case he was deaf, I started jumping up and down and waving, too. "You with the hat
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You have a nice original prose style, very snappy and stylish and quite compelling from the little bit I saw. I hope you get your fabulous fedora men published---I'd totally buy them full price
Aw geez, thank you so much! I'm hoping to hear back from a publisher at some point in the next two months - about a rather less fedora-related project, granted, but if I can get a foot in there, I will certainly open the floodgates and unleash snazzy hats on everyone forever.
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write me some L'Arachel/Rennac fun
prompt will be uhmmm... Hershey's Kisses. :D
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"I'll pay you in kisses," she said, and Rennac was 99% certain he'd heard that wrong. Then again, he'd thought he had been hearing wrong when she told him she had just destroyed a city bus for leering at her or that she was inviting one of the zoo lions over for tea. It turned out, each time, that his hearing was absolutely fine and Princess L'Arachel was insane. There were so many bats in her belfry, he thought, that there wasn't even a belfry anymore - only more bats.Granted, she was a princess of the Fair Folk and he had no right to expect any differently. But he was hardly going to let that stop him ( ... )
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THE BEST THING
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I LOVE THIS.
Needs to be on FFN also.
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I need to. Stop forgetting about my FFN account and dump some fics there while I'm home on break. Yeah.
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...but if afterwards you're still stuck for words, consider this my own attempts to enable you write either more Raffles or more Johannes Cabal forever. Bunny saving the day or, oh, oh, I am curious as to your own take on the end of The Fear Institute, or oh now I'm going to sit here in a stupor thinking about those books what have I done to myself.
LIVEJOURNAL I MISS YOU and I wish you hadn't effectively destroyed yourself by toying around with your userbase.
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His every footfall stirred up a fresh puff of stale dust. It was reprehensible. There were spiders nesting on the bookshelf alongside the disintegrating webs and hollow, desiccated remains of the last meals of their grandmothers. He found himself scowling. A repository of knowledge should never go untapped for so long, and a bookshelf should never accumulate cobwebs. Especially not any bookshelf of his, one containing his books. It had been necessary, but necessity did nothing to dull his distaste for this state of affairs ( ... )
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When I first met Moon, he was wearing a three-piece suit and a fedora and walking away from an explosion much in the way normal people walk away from pine trees - without any particular care or attention, because it was merely a normal part of the scenery. He was spectacularly unhurried about it, although at that distance he must have been feeling its heat on the back of his neck. I wasn't sure whether he was deaf or oblivious or just impossibly cool, but I wanted him and his hat on my team. "You!" I yelled, and in case he was deaf, I started jumping up and down and waving, too. "You with the hat ( ... )
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