I Did Some Words (it's a Christmas miracle!)
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netgirl_y2kIn a fit of unrealistic optimism I signed up for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ficinabox, because, sure, after having not written any fic in a year I could definitely write 10k in quick succession.
(Narrator: she couldn't.)
I ended up having to drop a bunch of that wordcount because I suck and have forgotten how to make words happen, but I did enjoy writing again.
(Narrator: she didn't. It was like pulling teeth.)
And I'm pretty proud of what I did manage to write.
(Narrator: Actually, kind of, yeah.)
Bella Ciao (ciao ciao ciao) (Andor; Vel/Kleya; post-series; 5k)
“I’ve never–” Kleya panted.
“With a woman, you mean.”
“With anyone.”
“What?” Vel pushed herself up, and Kleya slid off her lap to one side.
Vel had lost her virginity to an older cousin of Perrin’s who'd fingered her in an empty shuttle at Mon’s wedding, and who afterwards had cried and begged Vel not to tell anyone or it would ruin her life.
“I’ve been busy,” Kleya said archly.
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space (The Marvels; Carol/Valkyrie; 2k)
“What does Asgardian divorce look like, anyway?”
“Oh, it’s quite easy,” said Val cheerfully, “I’d just have to publicly denounce you for sexual inadequacy and then punch you in the face.”
“...How publicly, exactly?”
Or,
Four times Carol and Val don’t get divorced.
In continued unrealistic fits of optimism I am both considering signing uo forrarefemslashexchange, and trying to write a Pluribus fic before the finale airs on Wednesday, because, Jaysus, I have so many feelings about that show.
ficinabox, because, sure, after having not written any fic in a year I could definitely write 10k in quick succession.(Narrator: she couldn't.)
I ended up having to drop a bunch of that wordcount because I suck and have forgotten how to make words happen, but I did enjoy writing again.
(Narrator: she didn't. It was like pulling teeth.)
And I'm pretty proud of what I did manage to write.
(Narrator: Actually, kind of, yeah.)
Bella Ciao (ciao ciao ciao) (Andor; Vel/Kleya; post-series; 5k)
“I’ve never–” Kleya panted.
“With a woman, you mean.”
“With anyone.”
“What?” Vel pushed herself up, and Kleya slid off her lap to one side.
Vel had lost her virginity to an older cousin of Perrin’s who'd fingered her in an empty shuttle at Mon’s wedding, and who afterwards had cried and begged Vel not to tell anyone or it would ruin her life.
“I’ve been busy,” Kleya said archly.
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space (The Marvels; Carol/Valkyrie; 2k)
“What does Asgardian divorce look like, anyway?”
“Oh, it’s quite easy,” said Val cheerfully, “I’d just have to publicly denounce you for sexual inadequacy and then punch you in the face.”
“...How publicly, exactly?”
Or,
Four times Carol and Val don’t get divorced.
In continued unrealistic fits of optimism I am both considering signing uo for
rarefemslashexchange, and trying to write a Pluribus fic before the finale airs on Wednesday, because, Jaysus, I have so many feelings about that show.
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