I wrote a new one-shot, a side-story for my Agapé universe, but from Tifa's perspective. I Don't Want Anyone Else is now posted to ff.net and nighty_night. Perhaps now I can get that story underway for the writing contest without being distracted.

Tho' it's not likely.

Apartments: We might have a place. Well, we do, but we have to work some kinks out. But if all of this goes well... this place is too good to be true.

Huh, maybe it is. Watch me die in it or something.

 

Did anyone else get a good look at FF.net recently?

Today I noticed that all of our stories are now listed from oldest to most recently updated, instead of the reverse.

I don't know about the rest of you, but it really bugs me that my oldest and worst material is at the top of the list.

I don't see why there's any good reason for doing this. Alphabetically would have been a better alternative. But no! Just some jerk decided it'd be nice to try something new.

*Stab stab stab*

 

EDIT: I did finally write a letter to the administration. I highly encourage all members of the site who are unhappy with this to do the same.

( An open letter under the cut )

 

This is for those of you who say that LiveJournal fandom is nothing but bad writers using porn as a crutch (yes, I know some of you will just point out other fics I didn't specify, but whatever).

SOMEONE RESPONDED TO MY ANONYMOUS TIFA x HELLMASKER KINK PROMPT.

And it's fucking amazing. A big thanks to the person who left a comment in my last post, directing me back to the thread.

Read it. NOW.



I might have some Vineld up later today. Maybe tomorrow. I got a family thing—which might get rained out. We're in that phase right now where we get thunderstorms here every day from 11AM to 6PM. Stupid Florida.

 

If any of you are receiving alerts for my C2—because I don't know who is subscribed to it, if any of you—and thinking, "That's not a VincentxTifa fic..." it's because I changed the description to apply to a broader range of fics.

I had planned to work on my new VincentxVeld piece today, Bad Sun, but a bug bit me. So now I am working on Inside Out, my gift-fic for Nines (working title). I might actually have to put the title to a vote or ask her, because frankly, there were a lot of options, but I wasn't sure if I was perfectly happy with any of them.

But here's a preview, hinting a little at the concept—and if anyone takes it (I know my f-list wouldn't, but that doesn't mean no one would), I keel you.


Prev:

You're standing there, looking so untouchable and alive, and I wonder what you're thinking. You came to me, Vincent Valentine, even though you had no reasons of your own to do so, not that I could see from here. More than that you came to me, I should be surprised that you knew where to find me—after all, this is the first we've met of each other.

That's it, isn't it? You're not the man I thought I knew. You're someone else.

I'd always thought that if we were right, and you really were going to come back to us, that you would be a little different. Hopefully lighter, and maybe a bit warmer. I just hadn't ever thought in my wildest dreams that 'different' would mean something so literal.

Shelke—she's not with you. She didn't understand it, did she? No, she left once she realized she was just as far displaced from you as she was from the rest of us. I hope that one day she does find where she belongs.

And you—you came to the only place you could think of where someone would take you in without asking questions. You knew, Vincent. Have you been watching us, watching him, for the past thirty some-odd years? Did you gain his knowledge when you crossed over?

Will you tell me, if I don't ask?






—And that's all you get! Mwahahahaha!

I, um, completely forgot during this time that I was going to write Veld nursing-home crack-fic! or that I have a CloTi to finish.

 

It stands alone.

 

I posted the 16th chapter of Agapé just now. I'll add it to my writing LJ when I feel like sifting through all that formatting, probably in the morning. Or the later morning. Right now, I just wanna use this icon I 'shopped. This is one of those fics that I tell people to be wary of—because I have to change stuff. Specifically, the conversation in the middle of chapter 2, the conversation in the middle of chapter 4, and some of the end of 10.

I just think that it's not necessarily the subject matter, but I can spin it differently. And work with tone some more. Vincent could have had more appropriate lines and a more solid feel. And I think he could have been more charismatic and unyielding in certain scenarios that called for it. Basically, I want to turn him back into what I originally wanted him to be. And have less rehashing, or... less putting everything out there and figuring out how to say more with less. Fewer forced points and future plot devices.

We found out what was up with the cable. Not like I'll be watching it anyway unless it has to do with cooking or black holes, but it turns out that when my dad returned the two boxes we weren't using to the office, they deactivated the wrong serial numbers. They left one of the boxes that was sitting in their office activated, and deactivated the other and the one that was still at our house.

But we got it fixed today when he came over to take more stuff, and now I know why my internet was working when the cable wasn't. I also know that it won't be mysteriously disappearing, which is useful.

THE BEST PART? When he called the office, I had to peer at the serial number because he couldn't read it, and recite it out loud to the woman on the phone. Now... he told her to hang on, and I had to wait for him to pull the box away from the wall. And when I finish reading it to her? She asks, "And that's the number from the one you have?"

...

Geez, people say some dumb things. He said, "I was waiting for you to say, 'No, that's the one we don't have.'" I mean... I DID JUST READ IT TO YOU. FROM THE BOX.

XD

He also told me something pretty interesting today. Apparently community colleges are responsible for all remediation now (he teaches at one). I bet this is a pain in the ass for him, but I'm kind of glad to see someone raising the bar. It's just a shame that they don't do it in high school and earlier—instead they train these kids to pass a test and then the community colleges get stuck with ALL of them before they go to university. Because now they won't get into university straight out of high school unless they have 3.5 or 3.9 GPAs. Instead they'll be told that they should take community college courses and then come back when they're ready. So if a kid gets into a music school at a university, but is not accepted at the university, then they can't go, because the school is a part of the university. They still accept transfers with AAs, though. I have to wonder how SATs figure into all of this.

He also told me he had a dream last night that he strangled my least favorite of his wives. Then (dreamt that) in the morning the detectives came for him, and he couldn't believe it was real. I don't know, I found it kind of funny, but I never liked her.

Other random musing: I have been calling Veld's girlfriend/future wife Sara in my head for a while now, just because it was the name I thought of for no reason, but now that I am actually writing something that mentions her in passing, I had a thought which gives me a pretty cool reason to call her that. Ooh, epiphany. So I am adding an 'h' and calling her Sarah (Sarai would be glaring). Considering the relationship I've given them, and the relationship Elfé has with Veld's adopted kids, the Turks, that warring relationship when she is his birth-right child, I think it fits rather well. Basically what it boils down to is biblical references, and father Veld had many sons, many sons had father Veld. I am one of them and so are you, so let's BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF EACH OTHER.

Seeing the bank about mortgages in the AM. Which is like a few hours from now. Gee, it's 5AM.

Wish me luck.

 

...My only writing goal today is to complete chapter sixteen of Agapé. If it happens, you'll definitely hear about it.

No longer having cable television (or any, consequently) makes me realize how much time I never knew I had.

 

I posted my TifaxYuffie story for the yuri_challenge community last night. It felt good to get it out of the way, and I can honestly say I'm very happy with the way it turned out. It's a shame that things I'm not as pleased with garner more attention, but hey, what can you do.

I was going to try and push chapter sixteen of Agapé out, but then I decided to rewrite the entire chapter. Yeah, I'm terrible. Oh, well. I will try to get it out soon.

BUT! I noticed that our cable is out. I think my dad cancelled the account, even though we were giving him the money for it. So don't be surprised if my internet gives out and I disappear during the night-time. At any rate, I'll try to keep up with stuff and make it work.

I put Johnny down for sleep a while ago, and I think he still hasn't gone. Not even when he was being perfectly quiet. Right now I hear squealing, laughter, and raspberries in the next room, plus a random string of syllables.

Let it not be said that my son cannot very well entertain himself. He does a damned right job of it, if I have anything to add. Although it's very entertaining when I see him get into contests with Joe. While my psuedo-husband might have the greater lung capacity, Johnny knows where to take a breath. Three adorably long raspberries in a practiced row beat one not-so-cute one, in my opinion.

I believe it's time to hoist someone out of his crib and make another mess. Maybe bananas, this time, or something else that won't kill me if I get it in my eye. =)

 

Ok, let's hope this works. LJ is still giving me crap, so I'm trying this through the e-mail feature. Hope it shows up right. I'll try to keep it to the point. Or whatever.

The past few days have been interesting, I suppose. Johnny had a heat-rash looking thing that came and went. LJ had some crap going on, so I couldn't post anything long enough worth mentioning. Joe made a great dinner with coconut, curry, shrimp and rice (with pineapple and mango). Live at Gotham City was good Friday night - Jim Breuer (hosting) doing SEMI-INTELLIGENT and NON-OFFENSIVE humor, omg and I like him now, where before I thought he was stupid. I guess parenting changes some people.

Today we went to my mom's for another cookout (I know, wtf), barbeque chicken for my step-sister's birthday, and Johnny went in the pool for the first time. He didn't like it at first, but once he got used to it, he didn't want to get out. He mostly liked being held and bobbing a bit, and splashing his little hand in the water. Eventually he was talking and grinning with his cousins, and by the time we left, he was making the puckered fish-face (I wish I had a pic to show everyone). He always gets happy when it's time to go, I don't understand. Some other things happened over the past couple days that I won't get into, but Joe's trustworthiness became an issue (don't worry, it's nothing like what you're probably thinking, but any kind of trust issues are a big deal with me), and I'm kind of still mad at him. I think life would be a lot easier much of the time if I didn't love him so damned much. Also, I got sick of my mp3 library, but that hasn't forced me to buckle down and write.

But I will. Right now. Also, I'm going to work on a list entry fanfiction catalogue for my writing journal, and maybe a recommended reading list while I'm at it. Then I'll work on new shrine layouts, when I get the time. Also, I joined a new text RPG at the Fantasy World Forums, and it looks really interesting, so I'm excited for its opening tomorrow.

Okay, I think that's it for now. I'll come back and edit my tags and tunes later or something. I don't really know how to use this feature too well.

~Rach.