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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.


"The notes," Dallan says, glimpsing down at the folder on her phone where she's taken pictures of them all. "Be mine. You're mine."

Price keeps folding up his clothes, studiously not looking in her direction.

"Clizyati already knows where you are, doesn't he?"

Price's jaw tenses visibly. "Seems like," he allows. Considering his usual loquacious word vomit, Price being quiet is blowing her mind more than the fact that the evil lord of the mirrorworld may not be trapped by the Yellow Emperor's spell anymore.

And if Clizyati is through, how long before the armies of the mirrorworld break through too?


"I could manage to eat it all, I'm pretty sure," Cora says, eyeballing the spread of food determinedly.

"You'd go pop," Aunt Kharis says, grabbing Cora around the middle and pressing a lipstick-smeared kiss against Cora's cheek. Cora immediately shrieks and pulls away, rubbing furiously at her cheek. She's never been as tactile as the rest of the wolves.

"Be sure to thank Miguel," Eric calls out, still buzzing around the kitchen like a mini tornado, "he's very handy with a knife."

Talia, leading up the rear of the group coming out of the basement, looks proudly across at Derek. "Runs in the family," she says.


Two fic links for Sterek fans on my flist:

I wrote Not If You Were the Last Fake Boyfriend on Earth (8k) - where Derek needs a boyfriend for reasons and decides to let the pack help

and the amazing [livejournal.com profile] seraphina_snape wrote Revenge Fake Dating Is Totally A Thing (30k) for me - and it's amazing, Stiles ends up fake dating Derek to cover up lying to his dad, and things escalate and it's super cute. ♥
mizzy: (Teen Wolf: Alison (yellow))
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.


"I kind of want to eat it with my hands," Flip said, eyeballing the spoon in his hands like it will somehow magically stab him if he puts it down.

Mal froze in the middle of reaching for a fork. She turned and contemplated the dessert, and contemplated Flip, and then she looked around at all the frozen courtiers and dancers and servants, and then she pointedly looked back at Flip. The message was vaguely unclear: it was either who was going to know? or Who is going to stop you?

Flip understood, his slow smile shy and brilliant like the sun, and Mal's chest quivered oddly when he put the cutlery down and reached his hand into the bowl of cream, fruit and meringue. It felt so odd that she had to look away for a moment and count her breaths, and when she managed to turn back, Flip had cream all over his face and was looking mournfully at his messy hand.


Well, Derek did trip on the trail of troll slime, which might have made him stumble forwards, but he's fifty-three percent sure that it's Stiles' fault. Maybe fifty-two. He could concede that fifty-one was an acceptable number.

Stiles makes an ungainly sound as Derek sucks a vicious kiss into Stiles' jawline, before Derek lifts his head to chase that sound. Stiles kisses him back helplessly, clinging onto Derek's back like he'll fall over if he doesn't.

Well, it is Stiles. It's not impossible.
mizzy: (teenwolf: stiles 3a finale)
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.


Belle loved jigsaws — she probably would have been hella amused at Alex practically becoming a walking jigsaw. That thought, out of nowhere and full formed, felt like a stab to the gut, and Alex hovered halfway between the torture device and her sister, completely unsure of which way to go.

Thankfully, Jess was kind of an awesome big sister, and had her back. Sort of. "Go shower, you reek," Jess declared, wrinkling her nose, curving her freckles into an alien constellation.

"Nice to see you too," Alex said, but she headed nimbly for the ensuite shower room, grabbing a towel from the heated rack and a change of clothes before slamming the door behind her.


"Everyone's a comedian."

"Yeah, well, you weren't around. I had to learn to fill the silences somehow."

Stiles lets out a huff. "Are you saying Boyd's natural talkativeness wasn't enough to compensate?"

"Boyd," Erica says, "has said exactly six words to me since he got here this morning."

"And they were?"

"Off to find the pool, babe," Erica says, mimicking Boyd's low drawl.


I've officially read everything on my kobo now (not that there was too much on there), so please throw any fic recs my way. \o/

I started to try and fill it up myself, and in cruising some of my favourite tags, discovered this lovely gem:

Not gonna lie, I feel super accomplished. I am the Queen of Dramatic Irony. How often does one person with two different identities get the top two results in a search for identity porn? NOT OFTEN ENOUGH, FLIST. NOT OFTEN ENOUGH.


Speaking of fic, I posted my newest big bang yesterday, so for the Teen Wolf/Sterek fans on my flist, here's the info. It's a bit long, longer than it was supposed to be, so maybe don't start it late at night if you do wanna read it. :D
Title: The Nightmare of my Choice
Author: faviconMirrorkill
Artist: [livejournal.com profile] puckboum
Type: Slash. Thriller.
Word Count: ~100k
Rating: Mature
Characters/Pairings: Stiles, Derek/Stiles
Warnings: M for violence, not sexytimes! Ghosts, canon-level violence, minor surgery reference, allusions to euthanasia and non-con (but not explicitly in-text), minor character death.

Fic Summary:

“... it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.”

Rogue werewolves and incubi and ghosts, oh my!: Life in Beacon Hills continues to be the epitome of weird.

Especially for emissary-in-training Stiles, who's being literally haunted by a parade of Beacon Hills' deceased, who are trying to compel him to embrace the darkness in his heart. His only source of comfort is when he's writing to an emotionally constipated Beta werewolf. When Derek Hale is your anchor to sanity? Yeah, weird might be an underestimation.

Stiles is well suited to the path of an emissary; in fact, something important about him has already been overlooked. Something that could have deadly consequences both for him, and for everyone else...

Link to fic master post: AO3
Link to art master post: LJ* (beware spoilers for the fic inside)

Totes check out the art - I had to embed the still versions in the main fic, for people who can't handle gifs, but it's ANIMATED. ♥ Puckboum is awesomepants.

I'm currently still drowning in fic deadlines. Once Sterek BB and Leverage RBB have passed, I might be able to breathe a little, but until then... Best not to try and persuade me to add anything else to my deadline list. I MIGHT CRY AT YOU. And considering I have a cold, that wouldn't be pretty.  ♥

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