dripping with alchemy

First foray into Law & Order fic. IDK. I blame it on Linus Roache. *facepalm*


( lawyers have their uses, she figures )

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This is how it happened.

First



Like, it's the world's ugliest sweater. Am I right?

Second

A conversation with ohownovel  (yes, I will continue to blame credit my enabler. shut up) that went something like this: (lots of lol's and rofl-ing left out for readability.)

McCoy's sweater on the shuttle is truly hideous.

But he's so lovely it doesn't matter.

It just makes you wonder - why is McCoy wearing that hideous sweater?

Because Jocelyn burned all his clothes.

Like, who decided that McCoy should be wearing THAT.

I dunno. He looks like he's been on a bus for ten days. Hobo!

I wouldn't be surprised if Karl had been all "Yeah, that sweater right there, McCoy is wearing that ugly piece."

HAHAHAHAHAHA. YES!!!!!! I want another wardrobe mistress fic now. Where she's like NO FUCKING WAY. And he's like YES. And she's all NO.

You're cracking me up!

TRUFAX. YOU KNOW IT HAPPENED.

OMG. Karl totally brought the sweater himself.

He saw Deforest wearing it once and had to find one JUST LIKE IT.

Third

I write another wardrobe mistress fic! I swear, I'm going to end up doing this for like every movie Karl has ever made. THIS IS NOT GOOD.

( The Sweater Incident )

So, some really nice people who don't even know me decided to throw a Star Trek comment porn fest for my birthday. How awesome of them! Let me tell you, it made for one hell of a birthday. Like, good-to-the-nth helluva good.

The Poor Man's Sinfest v.2 - Dirty Secrets

Not only did I prompt (super angsty awesome prompt that the super awesome ohownovelis currently filling, and she sent me a snippet preview last night and WHOA, I FREAKING LOVE IT), but I also WROTE. Yes, bb's. I done gone and wrote more fic. Because it is like an addiction. A bad addiction because I kind of mostly suck at it but find it entertaining all the same. 

All Rated R - NC-17, because this was comment porn y'all. 

1. McCoy/OFC. Cadet OFC is failing xenobiology, due to her inability to focus in class (she spends all of her time fantasizing about her table partner - McCoy.) Not wanting to completely bomb the course, she signs up for a.m. tutoring sessions only to be assigned, you got it, McCoy. The tutor's room? The size of a closet. 

( Carnality in a Closet )

2. No one knows this, but Karl hooked up with a soldier in Kuwait.

Disclaimer: I fail at pr0n and fail even harder at slash, but I just couldn't resist the idea of (trying to) write a soldier OMC, because it's been a long time since I was around the military all the time and because I've read too much Tom Clancy. And because KARL. I blame all of these fics on him. 

( Rotation in Paradise )
 
3. Kirk/Uhura or McCoy/Jocelyn (I'm jonesing for BOTH, god. Not enough in this meme!)

Tell me that you're happy that you're on your own
Tell me that it's better when you're all alone
Tell me that your body doesn't miss my touch
Tell me that my lovin' didn't mean that much
Tell me you ain't dyin' when you're cryin' for me 

( She Misses Him )


4. Karl/OFC or Chris/OFC

well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Disclaimer: I love this song. I went way off prompt, this was totally not angsty enough or pr0ny enough or even Karl enough. But I'm hating work lately and yesterday was boring so I wrote something. And I totally have a Karl Urban smoking kink. IDEK. KARL. 

( Of Smoking and Other Bad Habits )

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Everyone at the Sinfest was awesome and nice and there is a TON of HOT FIC over there, bb's!

1297left nice comments on two of my fics and that just made my day, because she is amazing and I am in awe of everything she writes.