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seedee: (free elf)
Title: Unbreakable
Characters: Hermione/Millicent (McGonagall/Slughorn)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Why do elves keep dying? What's the secret of the striving elf agency? Where is Pixy? What do you wear to a Halloween party if your host is Millicent Bulstrode? Hermione's profession is to find answers; and she has the cloak to prove it.
Word Count: ~35,000
Content: Disregards the epilogue, BDSM/humiliation, voyeurism
Author's/Artist's notes: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ridicu_liz, [livejournal.com profile] tree00faery and [livejournal.com profile] thimble_kiss for their help. Written for [livejournal.com profile] samhain_smut.

Hermione talked about Spanish cuisine with a torero, about Italian avant-garde art with a priest, and exchanged innuendo laden banter with a gorgeous fairy. )
seedee: (free elf)
Title: Unbreakable
Characters: Hermione/Millicent (McGonagall/Slughorn)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Why do elves keep dying? What's the secret of the striving elf agency? Where is Pixy? What do you wear to a Halloween party if your host is Millicent Bulstrode? Hermione's profession is to find answers; and she has the cloak to prove it.
Word Count: ~35,000
Content: Disregards the epilogue, BDSM/humiliation, voyeurism
Author's/Artist's notes: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ridicu_liz, [livejournal.com profile] tree00faery and [livejournal.com profile] thimble_kiss for their help. Written for [livejournal.com profile] samhain_smut.

She wore purple slippers the size and fluffity of large bunnies that looked so comfortable that Hermione's toes started to hurt longingly in her heavy boots. )
seedee: (free elf)
Title: Unbreakable
Characters: Hermione/Millicent (McGonagall/Slughorn)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Why do elves keep dying? What's the secret of the striving elf agency? Where is Pixy? What do you wear to a Halloween party if your host is Millicent Bulstrode? Hermione's profession is to find answers; and she has the cloak to prove it.
Word Count: ~35,000
Content: Disregards the epilogue, BDSM/humiliation, voyeurism
Author's/Artist's notes: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ridicu_liz, [livejournal.com profile] tree00faery and [livejournal.com profile] thimble_kiss for their help. Written for [livejournal.com profile] samhain_smut.

And every time she'd crossed the line, it had become a little easier. )
seedee: (free elf)
Title: Unbreakable
Characters: Hermione/Millicent (McGonagall/Slughorn)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Why do elves keep dying? What's the secret of the striving elf agency? Where is Pixy? What do you wear to a Halloween party if your host is Millicent Bulstrode? Hermione's profession is to find answers; and she has the cloak to prove it.
Word Count: ~35,000
Content: Disregards the epilogue, BDSM/humiliation, voyeurism
Author's/Artist's notes: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ridicu_liz, [livejournal.com profile] tree00faery and [livejournal.com profile] thimble_kiss for their help. Written for [livejournal.com profile] samhain_smut.

The rope slithered through his hands, the rough surface something to concentrate on as he manipulated its form with practised ease. )
seedee: (read)
The sun is shining, the temperature is above freezing, and I don't have it in me to post a book rant. So I tried to come up with a list of the last twenty books I read (not sure if I got them all).

I rated the books according to the ten point scale of subjectivity that is neither fair nor comprehensible and depends solely on my momentary mood. It spans from 1 (don't bother) to 10 (can't read a second time because I drooled all over the pages and now they stick together which is seriously annoying).

20 Books )
seedee: (Life is good)
I was a good girl and didn't sign up for any of the holiday fests. I still want to do something for Christmas and thought of a series of drabbles/ficlets that I'll post in December.

If you'd like one for Christmas, please leave a comment with a character/pairing, a prompt and one adjective that describes the tone of the story (funny/magical/mysterious/dark/odd/romantic/sexy ...).

Anything goes in HP and original.

Everyone who can read this is welcome to request.

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Picspam

Oct. 3rd, 2010 02:43 pm
seedee: (lamb)
Desperate writers of the world unite!! And look at cute photos. Because I'm sure there are many people out there who need them as much as I do right now.



Get your awwwws ready - picture heavy )
seedee: (lazy fuck)
(I'm sorry for yelling at you, but I thought if I shouted loud enough it would make poof (or boom, or possibly splash, or maybe even chirrupeee, chirrupeee) and it's Friday. *checks calendar* Damn.)

I just checked my f-list, and there was one of those posts that remind fest participants of the deadline (in 10 days) and ask them politely to be good and turn their fics in on time. In case you were wondering, I'm totally cool and relaxed and confident that my jumbled, confused WIP that requires an online mindmap to keep track of, will be ready in time (I'm NOT panicking, sweating, wondering where I can buy a bottle of very strong liquor right now because holy shit TEN DAYS). Hey mods, look how bloody calm I am. I'm so calm, I make the Neckar look like a mountain river crashing down into a valley, crushing little animals to death that venture near its riverside. Hell, yeah.

There was also a point for this post, I think. Unfortunately I just remembered that I have no time to write it up now. There's things I have to do that have nothing to do with frantically trying to make sense of my story. Nope. Not at all.

BYE


P.S. The last two weeks have made me feel slightly less significant. Outing me through facebook won't work. I don't have one. I therefore would like to ask anyone with a grudge, please pm me so I can send you the address of my mother. You will have to do it by classic mail, though. She's not on the internet. Sorry for the inconvenience.

chirrupeee, chirrupeee, please?
seedee: (mandarine murder)
Dear f-list, I need your expertise.

Has anyone tried acupuncture wristbands against motion sickness? Do they help at all? I have really, really bad motion sickness. It doesn't matter if it's a boat, a plane, a bus, a train or a car, whatever moves makes me sick. It's been getting worse over the years up to the point that I'm getting sick when I drive to work in my own car (I've actually just made myself sick by googling this stuff. brb, headdesking).

Medication is the only thing that helps. It's not something I consider taking on a regular basis, though; it's for scary stuff like boats or long distance car travel through the mountains. In everyday situations, gritting my teeth is my usual course of action. While it makes me look like a big girl, I'd rather be a whiner and feel well. If it helped, a simple wristband would be just about the best thing ever.

I read a lot of success stories and mainly positive things, but I'm doubtful. It's cheap, without side effects, reusable and the effect is instant. That's not how life works.

Did anyone try this? Are there other secret remedies? I'd totally wear a silly pink hat and hop a minute on one foot before getting into the car if that helped.
seedee: (weasleys)

Title: One Hour
Established pairing(s): Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~780
Warnings: Adultery, graphic sex
Summary: Hermione knows her husband too well to fall for Polyjuice.
Notes: Written for prompt #26 of the One Night Stand Mini-Fest: Hermione is aware she's fucking someone other than Ron; she recognizes the Polyjuice, of course.

Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] tree00faery for being a brilliant beta.

I'm two. )
seedee: (lazy fuck)
After a long pause - it seems like my anger levels weren't high enough in recent months to muster the energy - I'm once again ranting about a book I hate and everyone else seems to love.

Please click the link only if you're brave enough to descent into a world of plot that is so horrible, it makes Dan Brown look like Victor Hugo.

Yrr Yrr Yrr Yrr Yrr Yrr - does that sound like a word to you? )
seedee: (lazy fuck)
I'm at this point yet again, so I'm asking you, writers out there, what do you do?

You have this great prompt and this intriguing idea. You start writing and you're sure that it's going to be brilliant. You write and tweak the first chapters, plot like no one's ever plotted before. The characters become solid in your head and you find their voices. Things are starting to fall into place, and they're coming together. The plotting is done, the general arc is clear, the first 10,000 words are written, and you estimate that it's about a third of the story. You're proud of your little baby, and yourself, because you're awesome.

Then you take a deep breath, take a step back, and look at what you got. You get this sinking feeling that no one is going to read past the first paragraph. It's boring, pretentious, uncreative bullshit, and it's been done before. Truth be told, you think it sucks.

Have you been there? What do you do at this point?

Do you delete the whole thing and never think of it again?

Do you keep writing, telling yourself that you're too critical, thinking that you can rewrite once you have a draft?

Do you tweak and change until you're satisfied and then continue?

Do you go back to the plotting phase?

Do you procrastinate and post things to your journal instead of just sucking it up and keep writing?
seedee: (cry pillow)
Wednesday, July 28th, 9h15:

boss: Morning

me: Morning. I just ran over a bird.

boss: What?

me: I killed a bird. With my car. I'm so sorry about that. *sighs*

boss: I bet the bird is glad to hear that. Oh wait. It's not! It's DEAD.

me: *feels incredibly guilty* It wasn't on purpose! It flew directly under my tire; too fast for me to react.

boss: Oh well... I guess that makes it okay... I just hope the little birds will die fast.

me: *alarmed* What? What little birds?

boss: It's July. Birds are breeding right now. You killed a parent bird. The young ones are gonna die. They're going to sit in their nest, waiting for their mum, but she'll never come.

me: Oh. God. I'm going to hell. *collapses. headdesk*

boss: Did you at least go back and check if it was really dead, that it doesn't have to suffer anymore?

me: What? No! It was on the highway. There was no way to go back and check anything. *defensive*

boss: *looks at me in silence*

me: *eyes brimming with tears*

boss: *grins* Coffee?
seedee: (peas)
I just got into an ugly fight with a cashier. Usually I'm a polite, mild-mannered person, trying to tackle most problems with a smile. Today, though, I'm cranky, overworked, still sick and in a bad mood.

SO DON'T TRY TELLING ME THIS IS RADISH:



Especially not when radish costs four times as much. Seriously.

What are your Monday annoyances?
seedee: (read)
I planned on reccing my favourite stories from [livejournal.com profile] nextgendarkfest. But I haven't read everything yet, and now that reveals are up, I feel slightly discouraged to make a rec list. What's up with mods who keep their timelines? You'd think that if you hand your story in late, you can expect the same courtesy.

Oh well.

On a more serious note, it was a great fest with great, kind, perfectly organised mods and great stories. If I ever get through them all, I'll post those recs. And if I ever find the motivation to reedit the one I wrote, I'll repost it here. I am, however, not unhappy with the way it turned out. By no means is it the worst story I've ever written.

Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ridicu_liz, [livejournal.com profile] annafugazzi, [livejournal.com profile] tree00faery and [livejournal.com profile] tiger_flame for their help. Your suggestions and comments were as always invaluable.

It's posted here:
I Am Your Everything.
Rating: NC17 (for violence)
Word Count: 10,000
Characters: Albus, Rose, Teddy, Scorpius, past Rose/Scorpius, hint of Albus/Teddy
Warnings: Character death, violence, abuse, abduction, all involving minors
seedee: (Default)
I'm back, feeling brilliant and already unpacked. I'll check back in with a picture post in a couple of days. Missed you all. Did anything terribly interesting happen?

Also: Wulff??? Seriously??
seedee: (running)
Almost time to check out.

We'll leave tomorrow afternoon and return in a little more than three weeks.

I'll miss you all madly.

Take care and leave me a link to the big things and the little things that I'm going to miss.

Love

seedee
seedee: (lazy fuck)
Finally, I have some time to post George-centric recs that have been collecting dust in my rec folder forever.
My favourite stories from hpgeorgecentric )

On a personal note, I've been thinking about dropping out of a fest I signed up for.

I'm halfway through the story; I have another three weeks left; it feels like it could become something good, and yet... I don't know.

I can't bring myself to write anything fannish at the moment. It almost feels like it's time to move on. My sense of obligation will hopefully save me from leaving the project unfinished. On the other hand, I don't want to finish if I can't give it the dedication it deserves.
seedee: (Lee2)

Title: Lost in Reality - Part 10
Characters: George/Lee
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~8,000 (~40,000 for all parts)
Warnings: Violence, drug use
Summary: Reality is the state or quality of being real. But what is real? And more importantly, what is not real?

I can't thank you all enough for reading, commenting, encouraging, giving me valuable and treasured feedback. [livejournal.com profile] tree00faery and [livejournal.com profile] thimble_kiss edited this part, and I thank you both for being awesome. At this point, I want to thank everyone else who betaed, test read, held my hand and offered opinions and suggestions. You know who you are, and I love you all.

Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] secretsolitaire for prompting this little 'ficlet' almost a year ago. It's funny that this story is longer than the one you betaed (and that one was 30,000 words of deadly disease).

back and gone and on. long. )

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