As I was stepping out of the bath tonight, I remembered a little something from my past. My mother, mainly.

She was a lovely woman; a little heavy in the waist but her heart was as large as her purse-strings were wide. She could offer more insight to one's own soul than any holy man in the old country, but she could also hand any of us a fistful of coins and see our entire outlook in life change in an instant.

I remembered bathing one night in our grand home, my father enjoying a drink in the parlour downstairs, while she bathed me in the iron tub, the waters blue with expensive salts and soaps.

I splashed as I washed and she only wagged her finger at me while scrubbing the soap into my hair, carefully rinsing it out so that none of it touched my eyes.

When I was ready to get out, she held a large towel up for me; a massive woven linen that soaked up the water in an instant and my favourite thing to cuddle in when the weather turned cold. It was as warm as her hands as they carded through my hair, the cloth heated as she had sat upon it while I bathed. She loved to do small things to make my life easier, while I only took them as the gentle, loving motions of a woman who adored her children.

"Let me dry your hair, Victus," she cooed, carefully pulling the steel comb through its inky black depths, sure to remove the tangles and prevent others.

"There now, much better. As shiny as that of your father."

I jerked as my hip touched the cold of the modern countertop, torn from my pleasant memory by the chill upon my warmed skin. I tsked at myself and hung the machine-woven towel on its bar, padding nude to my bedroom, where I dressed in my evening clothes.

I immediately began to writ this little vignette so that I wouldn't forget the happy thoughts, though the night is late and I must sleep. Tomorrow, Jean-Luc is coming home from the country and he's promised me a gift and a lovely story to follow...

Times are tough nowadays. We Sythee can survive well enough without food or shelter, but we crave contact from our own people more than anything. There was a punishment Valernus used to dole out when Valgus and I were children, most of it relating to a sort of imprisonment, where we were forbidden to leave our rooms for days or weeks at a time.

I've heard that human children are given such punishments too, though only for a few hours or overnight, when they've done something particularly heinous. While 21st century human children have their video games and toys to keep themselves amused during these times, Valgus and I had little to nothing of any entertainment in our personal rooms during the eleventh century; the last time I remember times like these revolving around my brother, before his untimely death a century later.

Always the good sons, Valgus and I stayed the entire time, never choosing to break the laws of the house and sneak out, or try to entertain ourselves. We were being punished for something and as such, we *had* to learn the reason behind the punishment, or else Valernus would double the sentence.

It was only later in life, after the Cavanaugh karesh had moved to Berlin, that I realized why Valernus had punished us. He had chosen the weakest of infractions to punish us for, but he kept us safe and hidden within the walls of our great home, each time exiting the safety of the stone walls himself and fighting off those who would do us harm. Like the vampires humans had come to cherish and write fantastical stories about, we were hunted and hated for merely existing, but Valernus kept us safe.

Our punishment then meant life later, though for Valgus, his gradual descent into madness at being cooped up for far too long became his downfall, causing the end of his life to ride upon an arrow tipped with poison.

A poison that was not supposed to exist in human hands in the twelfth century...

A little explanation first-off. I dreamt about this story's plot one night a few weeks back and wrote this chapter as a beginning to how the plot was outlined to me during the dream. I knew the character's names, their appearance and the jist of their relationships from the single dream, so the plot's pretty detailed, I just had to get this first chapter thing down so I wouldn't forget.

I'll post the chapters as I create them and use it like an archive, just so I know they're somewhere in case the computer craps out. It's been acting up lately, so who knows. They'll also be posted in classic fanfic style, with title, warnings, summary, word count, etc. listed under the cut.

Also, the story has no title as of yet, so I'll give it Untitled for now. I have an idea of what I'd like, but it's difficult to title it after only the first chapter.

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Comments and stuff aren't exactly necessary, but if any of you do happen to read it, feel free to do whatever you like.

Ok, so bear with me for a minute. I have an anecdote of sorts:

After trying to diagnose the problem with my internet (the hardline doesn't seem to be working but wireless works just fine, leading me to believe it's not my computer at fault, but Cogeco Cable instead), my brother and I came to the conclusion that we could so fuck with internet support people in such magical ways...

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Ok, so after a recent event, I've been inspired to do the penpal thing with anyone who wants to participate.

I used to have a dozen or so penpals throughout the world when I was in my early teens, but I've only got one left in Iran (he was a soldier fifteen years ago and stayed after his tour was over, married awoman there and is living happily with her and their children in Iran), so I'd love to have more again.

I'm currently writing to someone in Germany and I'm partial to distant penpals becuase of the interesting stamps and postmarks the letters come with, but anyone from any country is fine.

Maybe comment if you're interested and then PM me your address? It would just be your everyday letters, written about whatever you want to write about, sent in plain envelopes. No packages or anything expensive. As far as I know, it costs .72 cents to send lettermail to Canada from the US and $1.00 from Canada to the US. To international countries, it costs me $1.70 (still a small price to pay every few weeks, for some happiness), and I'm unsure of what it costs from each individual country in the world to send to Canada, but it can't really be much more than that. It's just plain, old lettermail.

For those of you interested, feel free to flourish the letters with your own little quirks. I love to put shiny stickers on everything and I'll sometimes doodle on the pages or something, so whatever your game is, go ahead and play it.

That's about it. Maybe I'll update with a real 'WTF'S BEEN GOING ON WITH MY LIFE' post later tonight or tomorrow sometime. ^^

PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT LIKE YAOI/GAY/SLASH FICTION. THIS STORY WILL BE POSTED IN UNLOCKED POSTS, JUST IN CASE PEOPLE OTHER THAN THOSE ON MY FLIST HAPPEN UPON IT OVER THE INTARWEBZ AND WISH TO READ IT.

So, I've written another story to do with the german-language film, Love in Thoughts:


Title: Memoirs
Warnings: Gay sex, language, violence
Summary: Nobody knows Guenther Scheller as well as Guenther himself, but even he lets things slip sometimes.
Rating: NC-17, right from the get-go.


Notes: This is fiction based on the German-language film Love in Thoughts. As sad and tragic as it is, it's still a beautifully made film and I will continue to watch it over and over again, despite the heartache. It's mostly Guenther's POV, though there will be changes to third person for some descriptive points. It will be multi-chaptered, though I figure only my girlfriend will be reading it, as I'm fairly positive that nobody else on my Flist even knows what Love in Thoughts is.

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PLEASE BE WARNED THAT IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SLASH, DON'T READ THIS.

Okay, so I have more ficcage for everybody. 

This time, it's based on both Inglourious Basterds and the actors who portray the characters in the movie. Most notably, August Diehl and Daniel Bruhl, Dieter Hellstrom and Fredrick Zoller, respectively.

Title: Clear Gloss
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Daniel Bruhl and August Diehl have more chemistry offscreen than they do onscreen, but that doesn't stop them from sharing a fetish or two while still in uniform.
Notes: This was written in response to a prompt in the Inglourious Basterds RPF community, operation_kino 

It went like this:

August/Daniel! Boytoy porn! After the restaurant scene, August drags off still-uniformed Daniel. Porn with complete Nazi-uniforms and kinky roleplaying ensues, as repressed!Gusti needs the excuse of acting like Hellstrom, since he's totally not gay ;-) Dani, after initial confusion, discovers his inner sub. Spaaaanking! And boot licking! Yaay!
 

 

 

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Ok, everybody. This bit of fic was written as a little fun for myself, after I watched a very beautiful but very awkward movie called Love in Thoughts. It's a German language movie made in 2003, starring August Diehl and Daniel Bruhl. Here's the Wikipedia page for it, for reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_in_Thoughts

Title: Fuchs, Du Hast Die Gans Gestohlen
Summary: Hans and Guenther have known each other almost as long as Guenther has known Paul, but before there was 'the falling out', Guenther's whole life revolved around the straggly blond soup boy.
Warnings: Portrayals of gay sex and/or gay situations, language
Rating: NC-17 (or NC-whatever, depending on your level of prudism)
Notes: THIS POST WILL NOT BE F-LOCKED BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE WILL BE UNABLE TO READ THE FICCAGE. This fandom needs more fic and love, so please don't click the cut if you're against this sort of thing.

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THEY'RE DONE AND ADORABLY FUCKED UP! Behind a cut because it's somewhat image-heavy:

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No con report just yet, but I have PITCHURRS:



The rest are here at my Photobucket account. There were just too many for an LJ post:

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