So, shetiger wanted something non-explicit to doodle on, and I told her to write me some kissing. And she wrote One and One and One is Three, and it was awesome.

And then I had to tell her she was a very bad influence and I hated her, because the point of telling her to write me some kissing was not, in fact, to then go and write her the porn sequel myself, what the hell. I fail at command.

Ahem. Sanctuary, Helen/Will, Henry/Will, incidental Helen/Henry, NC-17, 1200 words and one facepalm.

Summary: Strange things happen on the threshold between "the night before" and "the day after."

Sequel to shetiger's One and One and One is Three.

( Unearned Luck )

Sanctuary, Helen/Will, NC-17, 2100 words. Written for the sanctuary_kink prompt "Helen/Will, soaking wet."

I started this like three weeks ago, and then let it languish until shetiger wrote me awesome porn. Which makes her beta-reading and cheerleading all the more amazing. &hearts

Summary: Installing a new addition into Sally's tank could have gone more smoothly.

( Hydrodynamics for Beginners )

Sanctuary, Helen & Tesla, PG, ~500 words. Sometime after "Sleepers." For the "weather" challenge at sfaflashfic.

Summary: "Hey, Doc? Your mad scientist is up on the roof."

( Lightning Conductor )

Sanctuary, ensemble, G-rated, ~600 words. Set sometime in season 2. For the "epistolary fic" challenge at sfaflashfic.

Summary: "Actually, by Sanctuary standards, this is just another day at the office."

( Delivery Received, 9:05 am )

I am kageygirl over on Dreamwidth! (Though one would argue I am kageygirl wherever I go. Anyway.) I am totally stealing what drlense said--I have been entirely haphazard about adding people, so feel free to add me! Or, y'know, not. And I'm going to see what happens with my flist(s) before making any decisions about what goes where. Frankly, I just got done moving all my physical possessions; I'm not psychologically prepared for another move right this second.

So, there's that meme going around where you tell people things they should possibly know about you for more effective stalking. Perhaps, I think to myself, if I make one really wordy post, this will make up for having been so absent lately! (Hope springs eternal.)

( biographical )

( fangraphical )

( lameographical )

Er, hi. This got long. My name is kagey, aged 34 years and 11 days, and I am a giant dork. Feel free to back away slowly; I completely understand. (Or point and laugh; also valid.)

Offline life, you are a wacky, demanding beast. Just this past week, we've had our second car accident in two weeks (no damage, we're all fine here, now, thank you, how are you?) our first setting-off of the smoke detectors in the new house (they're all linked, and they tell you to evacuate in this funky electronic voice. it would have been hilarious had I not been so busy opening the windows to make sure The Boy did not suffocate us all), and my credit card number was possibly stolen in some processing center transaction the credit card company is being a little coy about (AWESOME).

Also, it's cold as fuck outside. No, actually, colder.

And yet I am happy. I think my Wheaties have been spiked. Or else it's my ( interweb happy places! )

In other news, while packing one of my bookshelves the other night, I kept cracking up. Well, first the James Patterson "Women's Murder Club" books (The Boy's) made me smile sadly and mourn the passing of the show, and then alllll the Arthurian and Robin Hoodsian books made me giggle (mine, I confess, but I'd had them for years. causality, it went the other way this time), and then I laughed out loud when I ran across the John Ringo books (belonging to both of us, but NOT the Paladin of Shadows OH JOHN RINGO NO books--these are the scifi, largely coauthored ones, all of which we bought before, y'know). But still, oh no, John Ringo!

(The nonfiction shelves had their moments, too, like when I realized I had just packed Alfred Thayer Mahan's "The Influence of Sea Power Upon History 1660-1783" next to Chris Packard's "Queer Cowboys." Highbrow, lowbrow, and every brow in between, that's us.)

And now I have tandoori chicken and sarsaparilla for lunch. \o/

What's making everyone else happy/content/less miserable right now? (Answers like "Cadbury Eggs are for sale again" are totally valid.)

My current theory is that our new house is located on the site where the altar to some pagan god once stood, and that we have displeased him/her/it/them, and a sacrifice needs to be made to get us back into his/her/its/their good/not-displeased graces.

(Said god does not yet realize that there will be many, many beers sacrificed on-site.)

I thought blowing the motherboard on my desktop would be enough excitement for one week. I did not factor in mild food poisoning, and I'm ready for that to be gone now, thanks.

And since I was miserable, I wrote myself some very, very fluffy Merlin fluff. shetiger wrote Catalyse, and I followed it up with

( Categorize )

Oh, and the microfic meme, also Merlin-flavored, snagged from lamardeuse. (I was all, yay! Short! I can write short! *g*) Some of them have more than one answer, 'cause I wanted to, dammit.

( Microfic Meme )

My darling shetiger was having an unfortunate day yesterday, so I wrote her some fluff. Best way to ring in the new year, right? *g*

Merlin/Arthur, PG, 1400 words.

Summary: Sometimes, "a close thing" becomes a closer thing.

( Very Nearly )

On behalf of someone who must remain anonymous for the time being, I have a fanfic-related question for those who know the San Francisco area. In the words of anon:

"I need a good place for [character] to drive to at the end of the story. I want it to be kind of romantic, like a spot overlooking the water, but not automatically a "going to make out here" place. I'm thinking Telegraph Hill might work, but I'm open to better/more appropriate suggestions. Time would be evening."

Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!


In return, I bring you a fannish edition of "things overheard in my apartment," all courtesy of The Boy.

* "This show is made by slashers. I'm not saying that in a bad way, it just--really is."

-The Boy, after I made him watch what were admittedly Merlin/Arthur vids, but he's never actually seen the show with, y'know, dialogue. It's funny 'cause it's true.

* "Okay, I think Hodges is writing Hodges/Grissom slash."

-The Boy, while watching last week's CSI, when ( a spoilery thing happened. )

Again, it's funny 'cause he's not wrong.

* "He's not that tall, he's only 5'8", but at 180 pounds, he's thick. It's amazing he can generate that much speed with those hips."

-The Boy, quoting something off the TV to me. I think that one's funnier if I don't specify the context. *g*

This is all celli's fault, by way of me not ever being able to take the easy way out: she said, "write me them kissing!" and I said, "okay!" and then, me being me, there had to be context.

Merlin/Arthur, PG, 1200 words.

Summary: In which confronting a monster in the forest may not be the riskiest venture of the day.

( New Light )