One last push for Help Japan
Mar. 31st, 2011 03:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waidLast chance to bid on Help Japan! Want to try and beat ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
perverse_idyll 's (admittedly very generous) bid?
Here's my lot description:
I am offering 500-5000 words of Sherlock Holmes fanfiction, written to your prompt. Or, if you know me well enough to be certain I am familiar with some other fandom, I will try that.
All my fic so far is here.
For the purposes of this auction I would prefer to write fluff, crack, comedy-drama, mild h/c, etc -- something relatively light-hearted, although I have no objection to a few shadows and notes in the minor key. I do write much darker, angstier stuff and I will give it a go if you are desperate, but I have an angstacular WIP in the works and would prefer not to have two really grim stories on the go competing for resources.
I have only written book canon, but I will attempt '09 or BBC for you if you demand it.
I will write Holmes/Watson, Watson/Mary, or gen.
I haven't written much of what you'd call porn but if you want I will try it. No really extreme kinks, non-con or dub-con.
(By the way, if you're thinking of bidding and are not sure how well the thing you'd like to prompt fits with what I'm offering, just talk to me about it -- we'll work something out.)
In other news, uuuuurgh. I am supposed to be better and I thought I was better and now, mysteriously, I am not better after all. I mean, I'm still better than I was; I didn't throw up this morning, and I can think and read and am going to have a go at writing, but the not-throwing-up was pretty hard-won, you know -- where you're lying very still in a particular position and you don't even dare move your hand. Eventually I did fall asleep. Illness + antidepressants + a somewhat peculiar brain to begin with produces the weirdest dreams. I had a dream within a dream, in which I woke up and told everyone what weird dreams I have and how incredibly vivid the "inner dream" (a particular cat I no longer own rubbing at my feet) had been. In the "outer dream" there was a peculiar, beautiful, sort of art-deco temple on stilts with lots of red sculptures in it in a wood and I remarked happily that it had clearly been repainted since I was last there and looked so much better. There was also a tsunami but only a little one. Everyone in the dream laughed at me for trying to run away from it.
Yes, like Inception, except Inception was rubbish. I could come up with better dreams than that in my sleep. Ba-dum TISH.
Really hope I didn't give the bug to my grandfather as I don't want to have killed anybody -- my poor mum came down with it yesterday morning and dad thought he might have it too so I was looking like the safest bet to take him his porridge and get his supper (we had the meals-on-wheels people do his lunch) , but I must still have been infectious. I did wash and sanitise my hands approximately every 10 seconds I spent in his flat and anti-septic-wiped everything I so much as looked at.
perverse_idyll 's (admittedly very generous) bid? Here's my lot description:
I am offering 500-5000 words of Sherlock Holmes fanfiction, written to your prompt. Or, if you know me well enough to be certain I am familiar with some other fandom, I will try that.
All my fic so far is here.
For the purposes of this auction I would prefer to write fluff, crack, comedy-drama, mild h/c, etc -- something relatively light-hearted, although I have no objection to a few shadows and notes in the minor key. I do write much darker, angstier stuff and I will give it a go if you are desperate, but I have an angstacular WIP in the works and would prefer not to have two really grim stories on the go competing for resources.
I have only written book canon, but I will attempt '09 or BBC for you if you demand it.
I will write Holmes/Watson, Watson/Mary, or gen.
I haven't written much of what you'd call porn but if you want I will try it. No really extreme kinks, non-con or dub-con.
(By the way, if you're thinking of bidding and are not sure how well the thing you'd like to prompt fits with what I'm offering, just talk to me about it -- we'll work something out.)
In other news, uuuuurgh. I am supposed to be better and I thought I was better and now, mysteriously, I am not better after all. I mean, I'm still better than I was; I didn't throw up this morning, and I can think and read and am going to have a go at writing, but the not-throwing-up was pretty hard-won, you know -- where you're lying very still in a particular position and you don't even dare move your hand. Eventually I did fall asleep. Illness + antidepressants + a somewhat peculiar brain to begin with produces the weirdest dreams. I had a dream within a dream, in which I woke up and told everyone what weird dreams I have and how incredibly vivid the "inner dream" (a particular cat I no longer own rubbing at my feet) had been. In the "outer dream" there was a peculiar, beautiful, sort of art-deco temple on stilts with lots of red sculptures in it in a wood and I remarked happily that it had clearly been repainted since I was last there and looked so much better. There was also a tsunami but only a little one. Everyone in the dream laughed at me for trying to run away from it.
Yes, like Inception, except Inception was rubbish. I could come up with better dreams than that in my sleep. Ba-dum TISH.
Really hope I didn't give the bug to my grandfather as I don't want to have killed anybody -- my poor mum came down with it yesterday morning and dad thought he might have it too so I was looking like the safest bet to take him his porridge and get his supper (we had the meals-on-wheels people do his lunch) , but I must still have been infectious. I did wash and sanitise my hands approximately every 10 seconds I spent in his flat and anti-septic-wiped everything I so much as looked at.
