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Aug. 3rd, 2004
09:46 pm - Entered my first ficathon today...
It may be a while before I stop spamming this thing, so be prepared.
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topazangel
Signups open: July 30, 2004
Signups close: August 20, 2004 (this is only so I can get assignments sent out before school starts again)
Assignments sent: August 21, 2004
Drop Out Date: September 11, 2004
Stories due: October 2, 2004
I've given quite a bit of time to write. This is because I have a lot of trouble with deadlines myself, so I want to be fairy lengthy on the dates.
Here's the form to fill out:
1. LJ name:
2: E-mail:
3. Character/Pairing:
4. Two other requirements (when you'd like it set, certain objects/scenarios you'd like):
5. One restriction (optional):
6. Would you be willing to write an additional backup story if someone drops out?:
Minimum?: 1,000 words.
Max?: As long as you feel nessecary
On October 2, post the fic in your LJ or on your site, and I will post a master list. You will comment to that post, and give me the URL to the fic in comments.
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Woo hoo!
09:25 pm - Sirius/Remus Drabble
Inspired by the Theban Band fanart, and the icon I made from it:
I once watched an angel as it lay sleeping...
Sirius had those lashes that the girls always cried they envied. Girls, said they, would kill for those lashes. He would flutter them, butterfly-wing dark and obligingly then wink in Remus' direction.
Remembering then, he decides to lick them, now sprinkled with grey and framing canyons that years and misery have carved into this familiar flesh. They taste like sleep and that forgotten crook of that beloved mouth.
"You're better off with warm milk," Sirius mutters in the dark. His whisper at least sounds like a smile, so Remus kisses it.
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amused06:19 pm - I love the sound of thunder.
All we'll get of the tropical storms, but it makes me happy to hear it, lying here in my safe, warm bed; no responsibilities, no cares in the world but what I want to do right. This. Second. Ilike that nobody is reading this. Nobody cares what I have to say. It's all on me.
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shoebox_project again. I think that it should officially be declared Marauder Era Canon, since JKR has said she doesn't plan on writing any prequels. When I go back to read the whole thing again (possibly tonight), I'll keep a running commentary here. Which I'm sure you're all thrilled about.
The last chapter was AMAZING! *fangirl squee* R/S 4-EVAH!!111!eleven!
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Sirius Moonlight Series
Remus Lupin remembers the love of his life, and ponders a future without him.
When they were young, Sirius moved himself about with a cock-first swagger, making it abundantly clear to anyone with eyes that he was comfortable in his own skin. So comfortable, in fact, that he was more than willing and eager to share that skin with any attractive creature who caught his eye and stood still long enough. Generous chap, his Sirius Black.
Remus doesn't like to remember the way his adolescent self responded to that walk. He was filled with an out-of-control, careening toward a wall of fire and certain, horrifying death sensation, like everything he'd ever thought was real had lost all meaning. That pull of mind and tongue and hormone-addled-boy flesh that left Remus walking in precisely the same way half the time. He was fairly certain, however, that he looked less sexy and more ridiculous than his intrepid friend.
The first time Sirius kissed him, Remus forgot to breathe for a full 30 seconds afterward.
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