VICTORY is mine!

You know what makes long, lengthy, purple-level description novels written a hundred years ago so much more bearable and enjoyable?

Evil man slash. Canon, no less.

I think I might just have to attempt to write Mr. Jones/Ricardo slash over the summer. Conrad made them evil, and Hollywood made them Sam Neill and Rufus Sewell. It would be a crime not to...

Promptitute.

I'm coming down to a series of deadlines.

A week left of school. Three finals and a ten page term paper. Hopefully the beginning of three weeks paid training for my new job, and that'll be full-time when it starts for good, too.

I want to write. I want to get back into that habit of scrawling out bits of plot during the day. I know I have responsibilities to art, and I swear I'm diving into that as soon as the academic stuff's out of the way. It's just so much easier to write down a sentence or two mid-notetaking instead of cracking out the sketchbook and switching implements twenty times per fifty minute class.

Plus a moment of brain smut makes things like History of Western Literature so much more palatable. I do like screwing with the prof in having a dreamy smile on my face as I 'take notes'.

Come to think of it, those Norton Anthologies are so damn hefty they could double as porno props. There's an image.

So.

Taking a page (UNREPENTANT THIEF) from toxictattoo's journal, it's prompt time, baby.

Give me parameters. A sentence or a hundred words. A character. A pairing. A concept. A rule. A theme. A quote. My originals. A fandom you know I know at least a little. I will do my damndest to fulfill as many as I can, and post them.

Submit as many as you want. Make me your beeyotch, beeyotches.