Once on a donkey in Tunbridge Wells

AND THUS IT CONTINUES. In this part: Larsa is topped by everyone, Penelo is manipulative, and OCs appear. Basch is present in spirit, although he wishes he wasn't.

[ PART 1 ] [ PART 2 ] [ PART 3 ] [ ? ]

( A Tale of Archadian Passion, or, Penelo's Navel: Part Two )

Sooooooo. It appears that my car is approximately four inches taller than normal.

And when I say "approximately", I mean "at least".

I think, for the first time in my life, I am actually snowed in. I see no way of getting into work this morning.

In honour of this, have a fic snippet. Anyone remember the Penelo's Navel fic beginning thingy I posted ages ago? Well, this is the first bit of the next part. Or something like that.

Edit: forgot, standard warnings apply: is neither finished nor edited, therefore may be subject to spelling errors, grammatical errors, gibberish, bad plotlines, stupid metaphors and/or discontinuation.

( FIC: A Tale of Archadian Passion, or, Penelo's Navel: Part 2.1 )

I am alive! Really! I've just been very, very busy. Started my new job today. That will leave me even more stupidly busy. But a happy sort of "I have work! Yay!" busy. Anyway.

Have a fic! Or part one of a fic. Incomplete and will be edited, so some bits may change here and there.

( A Tale of Archadian Passion, or, Penelo's Navel. )

More to be written . . . when I feel like it.

So I had this fantastically great idea for a fic in which Larsa is - well, Larsa, in all his fantastic semi-crazy manipulative mildly dorky awesomeness, and as I'm writing it I think to myself, "hey, wasn't there this really funny fic where Larsa basically organises his marriage to Penelo and she doesn't know about it but has this really bad feeling?" and then spent a couple of hours looking for it, diverting here and there to read other fic and mourn how nothing quite captures Larsa/Penelo the way I want it to.

And then I notice that I've got Word open, and take a look and think, "oh yeah, I was writing that, wasn't I" except that now I've forgotten where I was going with this scene.

Eh. I have a four-day weekend. (And now that I am working, I truly appreciate just how wonderful bank holidays are.)

Also, why did it snow today. It makes no sense.

MORE FFXII FIC. I need an FFXII icon, really. Preferably of Balthier. (Is my Balthier love showing again?) I found the beginning of this drabble while clearing out some folders on the laptop, and decided to finish it.

Title: Concerning Rocks
Pairings: some Balthier+Vaan
Spoilers: Takes place in Nalbina Dungeon, spoilers for most of the events prior to that.

( Concerning Rocks )

Edit: Have now also stuck this on the website.

So.

I'm doing the NaNo again.

However, this time I'm not about to be ambushed by work for my degree. I have oodles of free time, because I quit my job. I've also decided that hey, you know that long-term goal of "write a novel and get it published"? Why don't we try doing that now rather than in some far-off distant future?

Thus, the NaNo. Pre-built support system and goal is go - never mind that this novel is going to end up much longer than 50,000 words. I can feel it already. No idea precisely how long it will be at the end, but hey. Let's see if I can do the ridiculous and end up with a novel by Christmas!

. . . oh good god I'm going to die.

In the interests of focussing as much attention as possible on the novel, I've decided to post that FFXII fic I mentioned ages ago and have been poking ever since. I wasn't poking it because I was necessarily unhappy with it; rather because it was intended to be more of a homage to the word "fornication" than it's actually turned out to be. Fornication is a fantastic word. I hereby resolve to use it more often.

Title: The Devil Makes Three
Pairings: Balthier/Vaan, Balthier/Basch/Vaan, some Basch+Ashe.
Notes: Set after Tomb of Raithwall and before heading off to the Ozmone Plains. I half-intended to call this the "Ashe gets a reality check" fic, but that might be misleading considering the pairings involved. Also, I love the language of FFXII. Sogood. I also love Balthier more than is probably healthy. Title has absolutely no relevance to the fic; it sprang to mind and thenceforth I couldn't separate the two.

( The Devil Makes Three )

Crossposted to greatestjournal.