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First of all, this one is now in the works:
Title: The Online Friends Series, part 4.
Author: Unna/Joy.
Feedback address: littlesmartmouse@yahoo.dk, through the groups, leaving a comment, or on the Perfect Bloom archive site.
Rating: Not yet rated.
Characters: Dominic/original.
Warnings: None yet.
Author Notes: I'm out of key words!!! HELP!!! (that is, if you want more...)
Key Words: Savory Sensations
Archive: Fictopia, Proud to love Dominic, Perfect Bloom group/archive, dominunison group/LJ, Blurty
Second of all, I've finished a story for Elizabeth. Now it's just a question whether or not she wants it posted a lot of places or not.
Perfect Bloom Challenges
Title: Challenge 1 - Discovery of Fanfiction.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Orlando/original
Warnings: Kissing, caressing, implied sex.
Author Notes: Orlando belongs to himself (dangit). The song, "The Steward of Gondor", belongs to someone from the Lord of the Rings production - I'm not sure who. Not me, anyways. No profit is made from this.
Archive: Perfect Bloom (as Joy)
Orlando looked at the computer. A nervous tic had started around his right eye. Why did he have to do this again?... Viggo had denied to use it and got away with it. He looked over at the girl with such high demands, standing with her arms crossed and a lifted eyebrow. Those arms were shaping the perfect frame for...
"Orlando. Get to it." He put on his famous wet-puppy-eyes. "Orli!" Her voice became demanding. She pointed at the office chair by the desk. With that. With that... MACHINE... on it. He looked down at the floor and slowly crept down in the office chair. He looked up again.
"Orlando, din ko! Det' Leth!" Her optimism didn't seem to rub off. "Kom så!" she ordered in a warning tone, "it's either this or hoovering." He pressed the On/Off button, and the computer started. He observed it as it started all the different programs - antivirus, messengers, music download... He looked up at her. She was getting herself a piece of bubble gum.
"What's that?" he asked, pointing at the music download program. She walked up behind him, placing her hands on the back of the chair.
"You have a favorite piece of music?" she asked him. He didn't think for long, perhaps because he didn't want to twist his brain more than it seemed to be at a time like this, before he answered.
"The Steward of Gondor."
"Good. Tap it in. And 'Search'," she instructed him. Soon it was downloading.
"What do I do now?" he asked, looking completely clueless.
"Internet Explorer. The turkish E with an orbit. You have to double click, love!" she laughed, seeing that he had no clue hat exactly to do with the mouse and its marker. He finally got it, and they managed to get to an e-mail provider, and signed him up for his very first e-mail. She had slowly started to treat him with soft kisses on the free skin appearing around the neck of his shirt, running her hand over accessible parts of his body, as he got better at finding the clues about where to go and what to do. As he had succeeded with signing up himself and completing his profile as he pleased, he looked up at her with a victorious smile.
"All done! What did I win?"
"You remember 'Swordfish', right? Do you remember the scene in which Hugh Jackman has to hack into another system in 60 seconds while having a gun held to his head and a girl giving him a blowjob, and John Travolta and his gang surveiling him?" she asked calmly as his smile faded.
"You're not going to do that to me, are you?" he asked with a frightened face, "I couldn't enjoy such a thing!"
"Why not? It might set our relationship into a spring of perfect bloom," she answered, and suddenly realised how that last sentence had come out. She grinned and kissed him. "Just go to the nearest search engine," she said with an evil smile on her face. He found one - directed by her - and without thinking about it searched on Perfect Bloom.
He couldn't stop an outburst as he eyed the outcome. He heard a sound of surprise behind him, as he felt her jump backwards - she had been right about to kiss his hair.What the heck?... Listings of all of his movies and his co-stars?... People actually writing stories and new outlines on them?...
"Ah, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau... I like this place already!" she laughed behind him. He remained in the same position with a worried face. He was actually a bit scared. And she even knew about this!
"What is all this?!" he asked.
"Uhm... Orli... You've got - "
"What? No! What is that?" he asked, still looking at the screen.
"Uhm... Gum, honey..."
"No! That!" He pointed at the screen.
"Fanfiction!" she told him, "Fans have fantasies about you, ya know. And other people. And plots. You knew that... Right?..." She looked at him with a questionning face. He turned to face her, looking even more worried.
"Do I look like I knew?!"
"Guess not..." she admitted. He suddenly looked a bit confused.
"Gum?..."
"Yeah... You kinda scared me with that outburst, and I was about to kiss you... So now you've got pink bubble gum in your hair." Now he looked even more like a wet puppy than before. "Don't worry, I'll get it out with some nail polish remover..." she turned to get it.
"Listen, some of it is actually funny to read," she told him as she rubbed the last gum out of his hair, "and some of it could be used in a very practical way," she ended quietly and kissed his lips softly. He slowly got up, moving away, sitting himself down in a nearby couch. "Didn't you have some hoovering to do?" she asked him. He got up and went to get the Hoover. She sat down in front of the computer and started to search and write down on her own. Finally, she printed out something, and started beta-reading it.
He finally mad it to the room with the noisy vacuum machine - the Hoover. He looked up, and practically stumbled over the cords: She had stripped down to bra and jeans, and was reading some prints from the computer. She looked up by the unusual noise - that definitely wasn't the Hoover - and cracked up laughing. She hurried over to help him up. She handed the prints to him. He started to read, recognizing her style of writing. She could tell from his face that he was slowly starting to get mushy. She looked down to discover a growing bump in his pants.
"So?..." she asked with a teasing smile on her face, "You like it?"
"I... Eh..." he stuttered. She slowly moved closer to him, loosened his pants, and moved her hands up under his shirt while kissing him passionately...
Title: Best of friends
Author: Joy (Unna)
Feedback address: littlesmartmouse@yahoo.dk
Rating: G
Characters: Orlando, originals
Author Notes: This drabble is coming from crossing two challenges: Perfect Bloom Challenge 6 and a meme I found on LJ. I think I could get a whole lot more out of it, but alas, only had 30 minutes.
Archive: Perfect Bloom, LiveJournal
Challenge #6
A/N: As this is not only Challenge 6, but also a challenge of a meme I stumbled over at LJ, it's only a prototype of what I think I'm about to write.
She tucked herself into him. He was so charming, so lovable, still she would never get involved with him. She loved him just as it were, just the two of them, the closest of friends. She felt him wrap his arms around her as warmth started spreading in her body. He made sure that the blanket was still comfortable around her. She looked up.
"You're comfortable like this?" she asked him, and he turned his head and met her gaze.
"Comfortable? That's not an issue! I just need to get warm! And I'm leaning onto the radiator, by the way," he smiled.
"So yes?" she smiled back. He laughed and kissed her forehead. At that moment a guy stormed into the room, over to the ghetto blaster and put on a CD. Obviously, he had a lot of energy in store. He smiled and started jumping, dancing, exercising caboeira around the room.
"Can you believe that guy?" Orlando laughed.
"Heck, at least he doesn't have to get uncomfortable by the radiator to get warm..." Sarah uttered.
"Hey, just tell me if you're uncomfortable, and I'll let you go!" Orlando mumbled.
"Oh, no, I'm fine!" she ensured him. The music stopped, and so did the jumping guy. He sat down as an instructor entered the room.
"Seriously, dude, please stop drinking the Red Bull! You're stressing the rest of us," Sarah snarled.
"Hey, I need to stay fit! Who else are going to be the perfect representation of the country?" he answered.
"Yeah yeah yeah, if you were a wrestler, your ring name would be Brit Nation. Now, lets get on with it," Orlando snarled, letting the instructor take over.
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Hey guys,
I read an article on fanfiction today. Some other Danes might have read it, too - it was in the present issue of Ud&Se with the Buddhist president of Hummel on the cover. The article included a young boy writing Star Wars fan fiction.
So, I decided to write an answer (to start with, at least) and see where it goes. But before I start translating the article to the non-Danish speaking world, I'd like to hear something from you guys. Some of the questions might be obvious for some groups or persons, but they go out to you anyways.
- What do you think about fan fiction?
- Do you read/write it yourself?
- Where do you read/publish your fan fiction? Links, please, if possible - it would make me ridiculously happy!
- Are there certain things you do/don't like about fan fiction?
- What is your perception of absolute dos and don'ts/netiqutte when it comes to fan fiction?
- Do you have any links for specific fandoms and for writer's recourses? Links = *me with a ridiculous happyface!*
I will be kicking your arses back here if I come up with more! And of course I'll be answering myself and publish my answers as soon as I have them!
Unna.
Current mood: nuts.
Current music: Safri Duo: "Baya Baya"/The Episode II: The Remix Edition.
Story title: "Underneath Your Clothes"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some kissing, caressing and mention of nudity. Nothing major.
Fandom: RP songfic.
Main character(s): Billy Boyd/original
Author: Unna
E-mail: Leave a comment...
Chapters completed: One-shot
Brief summary: Billy have some silly doubts, but get a positive confimation.
Disclaimer: Billy and Dom belong to themselves. The song, "Underneath Your Clothes", belongs to Shakira and her gang. No profit is made from this.
Notes: Inspired by the drabble earlier.
Archive: Besides this community: Perfect Bloom archive site, my Blurty, and the Message Archives and Files sections of PtlD, BillyBoydRealm, dominunison, and PerfectBloom.
( Underneath Your Clothes - The Fic )
Story title: "Mirar Para Adelante"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Menion of drugs, flirting, and dancing
Fandom: RPF (Real Person Fic)
Main character: Dominic Monaghan
Supporting characters: Billy Boyd; Beyoncé Knowles
Author: Unna
Feedback: Leave a comment...
Chapters completed: One-shot; Companion fic to "Underneath Your Clothes".
Brief summary: Dom reviews his immediate past and future and gets a call from Billy.
Disclaimer: Dominic Monaghan, Billy Boyd, Beyoncé Knowles, Madonna, Orlando Bloom, Elijah Wood, LotR cast/crew and Lost cast/crew belong to themselves respectively.
"Vogue" ("Strike A Pose") belongs to Madonna & Co., "Adelante" belongs to Sash! & Co.
I do NOT own Mtv, PlayStation, LotR or any rights related to the books or movie (besides reading and watching my private copies), nor do I on New Zealand - I simply don't have that kind of money.
And now that I'm at it, I am in no way making money from this.
I *do* on Billy's girl, though - no, I'm not talking Alison Makenna here, but an original - read more about that in "Underneath Your Clothes".
Notes: I have most of the translation form Lyrics.com - except for one line; Thanks to everybody who came with help and well-intended suggestions on "pierdas"! And yes, I did mess a little with a couple of terms besides that - feel free to correct me on those. And everything else regarding grammar - my A and Space keys don't always work, and the W key is even worse. Plus, I didn't have a beta.
Archive: Besides this community: Perfect Bloom archive site, my Blurty, and the Message Archives and Files sections of PtlD, BillyBoydRealm, dominunison, and PerfectBloom.
( Mirar Para Adelante - The Fic )
Current mood:
sleepy.Current music: Ørkenens Sønner - "Landmandssketch"/Ørkenens Sønner.
The whole thing started as a one-shot. Then people responded, and it turned out to become a mini-series! This is the stories:
February 15th, 2005: //EDIT - now with a third part//
( The Meeting )
( The Sushi Restaurant )
( Sweet Surprises )
She laughed at his reaction. Naturally his bowling ball at gone out of course even before it had made its way half way down the lane. He smacked his forehead before turning and walking back to his seat.
"Your turn," he mumbled as he passed Susan. She stood up and picked up a perfectly good ball, and had her first throw. Four down. She swore quietly.
"You go get 'em, girl!" Dominic cheered from his seat. She picked up a ball and threw it. Spare. She walked back in her best winner's walk, and high fived Dom on the way. He knocked down 5 pins.
"You've done so good today... Teach me!" he pleaded.
"You know, I'm usually not the one to be ordered around by guys," she smiled.
"But you could help! Please?... It's 30 to 12! What are the odds?" She smiled a little, concidering what to do.
"Hmm... Alright, then. Get over here," she lifted up a ball, "I'll use my turn to teach you..." He sneaked around her, placing himself behind her, following her moves. She didn't expect that. But slowly she went through what she usually did. He stepped back to watch her.
"... and then, add some luck," she finished, sending down her ball. 9 down. Second throw, none down. Dominic stepped up, picking out a ball, throwing it. Strike. He turned around with a victorious smile on his face.
"Thank you! Even after a non-Strike or Spare from your side..."
"I was distracted..." Susan blushed. Dominic giggled in response.
He was touchy-feely the rest of the day. Who knew what it would later bring?...
( The Inspiration )
Current mood:
happy.Current music: Geri Halliwell - "It'sRaining Men".
From Michelle Richmond's site:
This appeared in a recent issue of National Geographic. "Several species of fish can walk by digging their pectoral fins into the turf, like soldiers on an obstacle course. One of the most prevalent is Clarias batrachus, the 'walking catfish,' which was imported into Florida from Thailand in the 1960s as part of the tropical fish trade. Some of the fish walked away from their holding ponds and kept going. They now number in the millions." Now write.
Merry Christmas!
Current mood:
amused.Current music: Justin Timberlake: "Rock Your Body"/Justified.
She walked out the building, looking up at the sky. 'I better hurry home before the rain starts,' she thought to herself, looking at the grey clouds.
She walked over to where she usually parked her bike. It wasn't there. She started to panic - 'Gone? But where? And by whom?' -and suddenly, she remembered. She had used public transportation that morning. 'Damn that laziness of mine,' she cursed to herself.
She started walking towardds the station as she looked through her purse. Where was the coins she had this morning? She looked back on her day - The lunch break. She had used it for a bit extra for lunch.
She sighed, giving up, crossing the street. She entered a fancy, modern building. That's where her brother worked. She walked up to the front desk, asking for him, and got reffered to his secretary.
"Go right in," the secretary told her.
"Hey, love..."
"Hey, sis! What's the honor of this visit?"
"When are you off? I forgot that I wasn't on bike and don't have no money. I figured you could give me a ride."
"No, sorry. I'm not off for a while. But you can get a bit of money for the train."
"Alright, then..." she sighed, taking the money, "see ya at home." And she was off.
She came down on the platform. A sign was up. 'Oh great,' she thought as she read the sign, 'the trains aren't driving...'
She walked out in the open air again. The rain slowly started dropping. She slowly started to walk home.
The rain poured down. She was soaked to - and pretty much through - the skin as she took out her keys - which she had been lucky enough to remember - and opened the main door. She took off her wet clothes and hanged them to dry. She wrapped a towel around her hair and put on a rope. She made herself a cup of hot cocoa, went to the living room, turned on the TV, and leaned back, enjoying her cocoa.
But then again, isn't that what life is about?...
I can't exactly remember what the details of the request was, but I remembered enough to come up with this. So there! ;-)
Current mood:
happy.Current music: TLC - "No Scrubs".
You are walking through the mall, looking for Christmas presents. You've got a fair share of the presents you need. A display window catches your eye, and as you walk on, you bump into someone. Apparently, he hasn't seen you, either, as he looks just as confused as you feel. Suddenly you recognize eachother.
He was one of the outcasts back in school - still one of the people, who could turn on the girls by just looking at them, in that dangerous guy-kind-of-way. He was in the "dark" (metal/punk) group of people, but still he was in the drama and litterature classes, which was pretty much "belonging" to the popular group in school otherwise.
You both start laughing and hug for some reason - you weren't really close back then. You had a couple of classes together, true, but still. You split again.
Besides the obvious fact that he is older, and fashion has changed slightly since then, he looks pretty much like himself - the hair, the stubbles, the eyes, the wicked smile, the way he dressed... Just slightly more elegant.
"How are you?" you finally manages to ask.
"I'm good! Art major, excellent job and everything. How are you?" Still his old self, stating how well his situation is.
"Uhm, well... Yeah! Fine... Business economist, excellent job, you know the story..." you sigh. He smiles at you.
"So..." you start, not really knowing what to say.
"Yeah..." He looks down at your bags. "Christmas shopping?"
"Yeah."
"For yourself?" he asks.
"Yeah."
"So it wouldn't be improper to ask you out."
"No," you hesitate.
"How about going somewhere for a drink tomorrow night?"
"Sure," you answer, surprised that he's so straight forward.
"You know Andy's place? How about 9-ish there?" he continues as you nod.
"Sure thing. See you there!" you smile, adn you continue your Christmas shopping.
You know the dresscode at Andy's, you try to dress as good as you can, keeping all options open. You walk down there, it's just a short walk from your place.
You walk in and soon see him by a table. He stands up as he sees you, and sends you a look and a smile which make you blush slightly. He pulls out the chair for you, and shortly after, the drinks arrive.
"I took the liberty of ordering before you came. I hope you like Long Island Iced Tea." You settle teasingly for it, and the chat goes from there. As the conversation goes, he starts taking the liberty of removing some hair from your face and tug it behind your ear.
After quite a while, he looks at his watch.
"Maybe I should walk you home," he suggests.
"Is it that late?" you ask.
"No, but before it gets that late," he smiles. You nod and prepare to leave.
You both had a few drinks, so you both have an arm around the other's waist. He walks you all the way up to your place.
"So, you want a glass of wine, now that you're here?" you suggest.
"Sure, why not?" He takes off his jacket as you go to the kitchen to get the wine and two glasses.
He looks fantastic as he comes out in the kitchen, receiving his glass. You look at each other, and you toast. You sip the wine and enjoy it in silence. You turn to take some grapes you've got in a sieve by by the zink.
"You want?" you ask. He moves over to you, puts his glass on the kitchen table, and place his hands on your hips as you feed him one. He smiles a little at you. He pulls you closer and kiss your lips softly.You wrap your arms around his neck, and as soon he feels how you like it, his kiss becomes a little more demanding.
As you wake up, you feel a body next to you. You starft to remember everything just in time to look at him, and smile at him as you both wake up, your memories slowly clearing up. The end!
I asked myself whether to put it here or not. I asked out loud. Another one said yes. So there! ;-)
( My muse )
Current mood:
giggly.Current music: Jazz FM - Real Soul.