dripping with alchemy

Karl/Zoe
(no idea what the original prompt was, except that it was for withthepilot)

( the red dress )



McCoy/Uhura
(NO IDEA as to original prompt or prompter)

( something they do )

Title: Beer and Other Awesome Things in the Shower
Pairing: Karl/OFC
Rating: R
Length: ~600 words
Summary: Karl. Naked Karl. In the shower. That's all you need to know.
Notes: Written for izzyfics blatant Cate-baiting rpf prompt (Karl/OFC - back at his place, in the shower, pinned by the wrists against the wall, after a sweaty workout at the gym) at the Tie Dr. McCoy To All Things Comment Fic-a-Thon

( He runs... )

Dear Gods, what is this RPF madness. I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

Title: you'll end up where you were
Pairing: Karl/OFC
Length: 1300 words (what?!)
Rating: R?
Notes: The results of a case of writing-style envy and a little too much time doing nothing this afternoon. And I guess I kind of like how it turned out. Title and cut text from "3rd Planet" by Modest Mouse.

( got this thing that i consider my only art )

SO. 1500 words of IDEK. It all started with the end, and then I had to find a way to get to the end. But HEY I wrote something this weekend.

Title and cut text from "The Geeks' Guide To World Domination"


( sketches of Boba Fett's heavily modified Kuat Systems interceptor )

So, blcwriter posted a Kirk/McCoy plot tribble - a song called Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons that was eating her brain, and then it started eating my brain, and this is what came out...


( Weep and Settle )

Title: What Not To Wear
Pairing: Karl/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Length: 775
Summary: Sort of a stretch of the definition of Wardrobe Mistress, but it's Karl and boxer briefs and I don't think anyone will complain. ;-)
Notes: Written for ohownovel 's prompt "Karl/Wardrobe Mistress, What Not To Wear" from the Couch Potato Twist Comment!Fic Fest .

( What Not To Wear )

( ohownovel, this is for you bb!)


YES, IT'S ANOTHER WARDROBE MISTRESS FIC. (Am I going to hell for these? Do I even care?)



( don't want it Baudelaire, just glitter lust )

Behold: (still from Soon The Darkness, found here)


 

Yes, that is a gun, and no, he's not happy to see you. But you may admire his lovely hands ALL THE SAME. He will not mind.

IDK. Except somehow the "I don't want to do laundry tonight" plan from last night turned into "Better shave my legs so I can wear that dress, the last damn thing in my closet I feel like wearing, and oh better get up early to do that!" This craziness brought to you by random Congressionally-ordered changes to the clock and my crazy cat. TYFYT.

Also, as to the Karl Urban Friending Meme. PEEPS. DUDES. If you friend me I will friend you back, because if you love Karl Urban then we're pretty much a sure thing. (Too lazy to find the link at the moment. Tea, earl gray, hot, helping with that. See? RANDOM.)

ALSO, as I type this at 6:50 AM, some woman outside is yelling to someone about they're having fucked something up. WTF.

ALSO, ALSO, I am out of milk so I poured half and half on my granola and damn that's good.

ALSO...FIC

No, really, the whole point of this post was supposed to be posting my fic from the most recent sinfest...so here's ya go:

Karl/OFC
Karl as a vampire. Except not an especially broody vampire. Because he's KARL, for crying out out loud.

( The Blood Thing )


Karl/OFC
Another Wardrobe Mistress Fic! What did I say a while ago? That I'm going to end up doing one of these for EVERY MOVIE KARL HAS EVER BEEN IN. I'm starting to believe it.

( A Cowboy and His Hat )

Winona/George
A terribly bad drabble from a prompt about a book I've never read, but it kinda came to me. Plus, I've never written Winona before.

( Always )

Title: Mio Sogno, Mia Vita (My Dream, My Life)
Pairing: Karl/OFC
Rating: R-ish
Length: 900
Disclaimer: LIES, DIRTY ANGSTY LIES
Summary: Hollywood sucks? (I suck at summaries.)
Notes: Filled my own request for a Karl fic with the line "We meet in the strangest places". Title from aria "Chi il bel sogno di Doretta" from Puccini's La  Rondine. Did I mention the angst? (Maybe I'm overstating the angst.)

( It's a lie... )