Your eyes do not deceive you – repeat: your eyes do not deceive you!

Valentine’s Night, Chapter 4, really IS up!!

With sincerest apologies and hand-wringing I humbly ask forgiveness for it taking SO DAMN LONG for me to get this out, but… allergies… then antihistamine fog… then I tossed the first AND second versions of this chapter… then… then…*sigh*

I hope you like it.   Remember, as always, my work is unbeta’d, so please overlook any mistakes. 

I hope you enjoy:

Eric in a tux

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Decisions, Chapter 11, is up!

To My Dear Darling Gorgeous/Handsome Readers:

*ducks and hides*

Love,

Meridian

PS:  Srsly, I haven’t forgotten Valentine’s Night – honest!  I can tell you that allergies and tinnitus are foul beasties needin’ killin’…but I’m pretty sure you already know that… Um…and I’m also pretty sure that you really couldn’t care less about the almost complete chapter of Valentine’s Night that I tossed just because it didn’t “read quite right”, either…  (You can’t tell it by my many mistakes but I’m actually a rather persnickety sort of person – I’d rather post late than post something that makes me cringe while clicking that Publish button.)  Ok, erm…ahhh…well…

Here’sanewchapterofDecisions!!!!!

*dashes from room before rotten fruit can hit*

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The Revealing of Andre, Chapter 31, is up + VOTE!!

1:  Vote for them:  Kittyinaz and Bertie Bott are both nominated in the Non-Canon Awards – voting is open until April 9th! 

2:  Vote for us:  The Fanatic Fanfics Awards!  Voting is open until April 14th!

(bragging) I’m nominated for:

aNOM

And other notable nominees of my actual acquaintance are:

Kittyinaz

AlphaEN

Leigh Warner

WhiteWolfLegend

magsmacdonald

Cuinawen

And last, but by no means least: Ericiz Mine

And now I present for your entertainment:

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(And…I have another (last?) chapter for Valentine’s Night in the works, and another one for Decisions, too!!)

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Thirsty? Here, have a sip of this…

meridiean:

Ahhh, a serving of Damon-y deliciousness to quench your…Thirsty for Your Love!

Originally posted on Fanfiction by Bertie Bott:

A day later than anticipated, but hey, still early! Chapter 18 of Thirsty for Your Love is up and running. Please do let me know what you think – I always love to hear from you all. This chapter is dedicated to the lovely 4Padfoot who makes me pretty pictures and banners for both of my stories. Just like the one below, see?! See how pretty and awesome it is! Give it a click to start reading!

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In other happy news – Thirsty for Your Love is up for another award, this time at the Non-Canon Awards for Best Crossover. My good friend Kittyinaz is also up for a couple awards there, including the story I beta for her, A Twilighted Tea Shoppe. Voting is open now until the 9th so go ahead and click below to get your votes in! As always – happy reading to you all…

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Recommendation for 03/31/14

meridiean:

**SQUEEEEE** I’d like to say/yell/scream a HUMONGOUS thank you to California Kat for recommending “Dodge and Chase” which was written as a collaboration between JR Watkins (http://watkins0711.wordpress.com/) and my own lovely self.
Thank you for the recommendation!! ♥

Originally posted on California Kat:

HI!  I have another recommendation!  I just finished this one the other day, and I loved it.  If you haven’t read it yet, give it a try.  Both collaborating authors are great on their own!  And this story, which they wrote together, was a real treat to read.  I hope you enjoy it!

Best!

Kat

Dodge and Chase by CollidingMuse

(Recommendation from 03/31/14)

I found this story by CollidingMuse (aka J.R. Watkins & InvertedMeridian) to be addictive. We get a confident Sookie, who is pretty good about taking the punches of her introduction into the Supernatural on the chin. And we get a very fun version of Eric, whose actions are enough to assure Sookie in ways that words cannot. Plus, we get quite a bit of Godric (always nice), whose “depression” is explained in an intriguing way. Really strong narrative!

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Go to the story on ff.net.

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Thank you to…??

Whoever you are:

THANK YOU FOR NOMINATING ME!!! 

On:

fanatic fanfics multifandom awards

For:

aNOM

Can I just say:  WOW!!!  SRSLY???  FUCK!!!  WOW!!!

Ok, I said it anyway…! 

Because WOW!!!  :D    ♥    :D

Thank you!!!!!!!

Voting runs from Monday, March 31st through Monday, April 14th.

Other notable nominees of my actual acquaintance are:

Kittyinaz

AlphaEN

Leigh Warner

WhiteWolfLegend

magsmacdonald

Cuinawen

And, last but by no means least: Ericiz Mine

(If I’ve forgotten to add someone, please add yourself in the comments below!)

And srsly, I can’t believe Godric Wakes was nominated for anything but a smut award…

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Ok so this happened…

Odd things happen to me with interesting frequency, but I don’t usually share them because they’re either TOO odd, or would only be of interest to me.

So, yeah, anyway… I hate buying groceries, right?  It’s boring, mundane, annoying, and that just applies to all the breathers involved.  (For some reason little old men *ADORE* me and will follow me around the store trying to carry on conversations and patting my arm to a creep factor of +4…)

I am also a coupon whore – I’m more than willing to spread my shapely fingers for a good coupon.  (Yeah, I know, a couponer who hates shopping…go figure…)

Relevant fact:  In my area there is a grocery store that does a “double coupon up to .99 cents week” about once a month.

That’s ‘this’ week, so I got all happy going through my coupon box being all “this one, this one, not that one, well that fucker expired, this one” until I got my little pile of coupons ready.  Then I got my big little list made up, my li’l coupon pile gathered and paper-clipped…hopped in the go-mobile and arrived intact (always a good thing) at said store.

I piddled, salsa’d, and twirled my way around the store (hey, it beats stomping and glaring which is always Option #2…), tossed the lovely crap I’m buying into the appropriate cart (mine), and eventually voyaged onward to the highway robbery lane check-out lane.

So I was standing there all innocent looking with my neatly-clipped coupon pile resting on the always-too-small check writing area, purse open in the top part of the cart, handy-dandy debit card all handy-dandy and shit… when this older woman tapped on my shoulder and “psst”ed at me – really, she did – she went “psst” and everything!

Me:  “Ma’am?”

She:  motioned me over to her (VERY nearby) cart full of bags from where she’d already paid

Me:  I walked the two steps needed toward her with my purse closed up in my hand (yeah, like I’m gonna trust an old lady THAT much…) and I just KNEW I had a WTF look on my face.  “What’s up?”

She:  dug in her open purse till she brought up her wallet which she proceeded to open to reveal several coupons tucked in a slot where a credit card is supposed to go…she withdrew a coupon then leans over toward me to whisper conspiratorially, “I’ll sell you this $5-off store coupon for $1 if you want it.”

Me:  with most likely an even bigger WTF look on my face, “Huh?”

She:  “I’d be glad to give it to you but *insert something about son/daughter/something in-law/divorce something”

Me:  (to myself:  give the woman a dollar and maybe she’ll be all happy and go away…dig in purse…magic dollar appears…)  “Ok, thank you!  Here ya go!” <–fake but totally believable enthusiasm/gratitude.

(I may be a somewhat ill-tempered ass but I can be a NICE ass, dammit, especially to old ladies!)

She handed me the (surprisingly valid) store coupon, took her dollar, and left (hopefully happily).

I return to the miniature check-writing shelf to discover that the emotionless cashier had gotten through with all the grocery items and had started scanning the coupons.  I plopped the coupon from the old lady down, and shrugged my shoulders.

“I dunno,” I said to her completely disinterested face, “but it can’t hurt to try.”

The coupon goes through (I checked the receipt in the car), I pay, and leave.

So, yeah, that happened.

Weird.

Also, I’m working on the epilogue to Valentine’s Night.

And I still hate buying groceries.

Happy “spring”!!  (Even though I think they lied.)

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Quench your Thirst!

meridiean:

Awesome story – give it a chance if you’re not already hooked!

Originally posted on Fanfiction by Bertie Bott:

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…with a new chapter of Thirsty for Your Love! See! I sometimes post late, but I also can post early! I was supposed to be working on the new chapter of Set My Soul Alight, but the weirdest thing happened. A character we’ve yet to meet in the Thirsty universe started talking to me and instantly, I knew I had to write.

So write I did. Set My Soul Alight will still be updated this weekend, but until then, please enjoy this early chapter of Thirsty for Your Love. Please let me know your thoughts and happy reading!

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Hot off the press: Dodge and Chase, Epilogue Part 1

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Yes, gorgeous readers, you read that right:  Part 1 of the Epilogue.

This chapter was becoming epic, and by “epic” I mean “too long when compared with previous chapters”, so we co-writers decided to split the beast into two separate entities:  Part 1, and…you guessed it… Part 2 – to be fantastically completed by the ever-awesome JR Watkins.

Enjoy, and tell me what you think:

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27 Reasons You Should ALWAYS Ask for the Window Seat

meridiean:

Gorgeous shots!

Originally posted on TwistedSifter:

There are plenty of reasons to ask for a window seat. For starters you can lean on the window if you want to sleep, and you never have to get up for someone else! But it’s what’s outside of that window that is most compelling. The world is a wonderful place, one that looks entirely different from above. From sunrises and sunsets to landscapes, cityscapes and all kinds of cloud formations in between; there’s beauty out there as far as the eye can see.

Here are 27 reasons you should always ask for a window seat.

1. You might see Chicago’s skyline reflected in Lake Michigan


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2. You could see a rainstorm like this off in the distance


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3. Because a solar eclipse at 44,000 ft is…

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Virginal Bella?

meridiean:

Apparently “…bad things would happen if you did kiss before marriage.” in this story…

Originally posted on The Fanfic Assassin:

You can find my first entry in my complete review of Virginal Bella at the top of the page, or you can be lazy and click here. http://thefanficassassin.com/virginal-bella/virginal-bella-chapters-1-6/

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A Damon/Bella one-shot for you!

meridiean:

A fantastic one-shot by the awesome and talented Bertie Bott (nag her to write more of this, ok??):

Originally posted on Fanfiction by Bertie Bott:

The rumor of a Damon/Bella one-shot are now proven true – it is up and ready for you to read!

This one-shot is dedicated to each and every one of you for your continued support – in reviews, award votes, or just secretly reading without even letting me know you’re here ;) I am thankful and indebted to you all and I hope you enjoy this fun, snarky one-shot I’ve written in thanks. To Kittyinaz – thanks for inspiring me to write my own Damon/Bella stories; and to Meridian – thanks for the planting the seed ;)

For those of you who are “Thirsty” I hope to quench your thirst this weekend, followed by a little “Set My Soul Alight” for dessert…

Happy reading y’all!

This Left Feels Right

Summary: Sometimes life throws you a curve ball right when you need it most. Damon is asked to visit an old…

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“I’m Gonna Hurt You ’til You Love Me!”

meridiean:

This is definitely well worth the read. This guy is both serious and funny. It’s a great combo. (In his articles, he rocks his majestic snark quite well.)

Originally posted on The Fanfic Assassin:

Welcome to my second editorial. I’d like to start out by saying this topic has been on my mind since before I ever wrote my first review about a month ago. As I said before, I never intended to do any editorials, so I never really considered this a possibility until after I had written the first. I kept putting it off in favor of doing more reviews, but the other day someone asked me specifically to write it, and I couldn’t be happier to finally get to it.

  If there is any one thing that a person notices when stepping into the world of fanfiction, it’s how people seem to love to take beloved characters and treat them like the filth of the earth. One of the most common examples of this is the tortured heroine. She’s our protagonist; she’s beautiful, smart, charming, and the world won’t stop…

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‘Set My Soul Alight’ Update!

meridiean:

Interesting story – give it a shot!!

Originally posted on Fanfiction by Bertie Bott:

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Click to read!

I want to thank everyone who decided to give this new story a shot… I know it’s an unusual pairing and story crossover, but I hope you’ll agree with me that there’s a lot of potential there. I’m excited to hear your thoughts as the plot progresses…

To those wondering, I’m following the movie plot for Avengers, but I may pull from the comics here and there. Obviously I’ve taken some liberties with Bella’s past and Hawkeye’s origin story, but I’m trying to stay as in character as possible. Let me know what you think :)

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♥ ♥ HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! Valentine’s Night, Chapter 3, is up! ♥ ♥

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I hope it was worth the wait!  Your support has been incredible, and I truly appreciate it.  THANK YOU!!

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Thank you for reading, and let me know what you think.

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Valentine’s Night, Chapter 2, is ready!

Writing my version of Eric and Sookie has been a frightening and exhilarating experience.  Godric?  Sure, no problem…I can do SEVERAL versions of Godric.  Andre?  Absolutely – love my li’l extremely fierce, somewhat pissy Andre!  But Eric?  Sookie?  Erm, well…  Scary.  Envelope-pushing.  Fun.  Rinse.  Repeat.

The support I’ve received for this story has been INCREDIBLE so far, and I’m really nervous about disappointing anyone with Chapter 2..  But I have to admit that every single review I’ve received has been very helpful, encouraging, and, honestly, inspiring.

Without further ado (considering the monumental A/N in the story…):

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What’s up with the Lady Porn?

meridiean:

You know I love a good rant…

Originally posted on Sarah Wilder Writes:

-Also known as the erotica genre.

Or more specifically; the paranormal/fantasy erotica category.

Look, I like a rugged were-puma on the prowl for his mate as much as the next gal, and I love that e-books now provide a less virus-inducing way of getting my sweaty hands on mythical monster-fun than Googling “unicorns gone wild” “vampire + virgin”, but… seriously, what’s going on?

I thought we all (we, being women) agreed that men like their kinks straight-up and with the plot line of a 200 meter sprint, and we (again, women), as the sophisticated, complex half of the species, prefer some character depth, some emotional motivation behind actions and reactions… some goddamn story.

Wasn’t that the deal?

Then why is it that I flick through one novella or short story after the other, and 96% of the time it’s all ‘and instant animal attraction ensured all logic went out…

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Update – of a sort: The Guys, or, What I’ve Been Doing Instead of Writing Chapters

The Guys

Eric nudged Godric.  “She’s at it again,” he whispered as he glanced toward his Maker to make sure he was watching her progress instead of pining after his Cara.

Godric obligingly looked over at the busy writer, and allowed a brief grin to grace his firm lips.  “Ah, yes, so she is.”

The Other Eric, the one fervently wishing the short round brunette was writing about himself, snorted.  “She had best come up with something good.  Can you believe it?  She’s got me writing letters to Sookie.  Letters!  Gagh,” he spat.  He wanted action and romance, and while he doubted that the so-called writer would let him, he wanted to command Sookie to look at him while he poked and rubbed her internal love cave until she screamed his name.  He loved it when she screamed…it made him feel like such a man.  He sighed his impatience dramatically.

The Other Godric, the one on the back burner for so very long, scoffed at the other vampires.  He had been patiently waiting to continue his own story with his own Cara for months upon months now.  The waiting was killing him, but he kept a firm hold… anticipating was, indeed, half the pleasure.  “Patience, my dear friends, patience.  She is only one woman with many more responsibilities than just writing her stories, or “fics” as I’ve heard them called.  You must allow her flighty muses a chance to settle down.”

For the millionth time that night, Other Eric once again wished that this Godric of such respect and fame had been his Maker.  He would readily admit that he was thoroughly envious of that Eric for having such a kind, generous, knowledgeable and respectful Master. The ancient vampire had such a presence, such a personal power about himself, and had a reputation the world ’round for being calm, cool, and collected.

Ah well, he considered, at least this idiot writer, who had him writing fucking LETTERS of all things, was attempting to write his story.  That Eric could fuck off for the time being.  And this writer did have a reputation for giving her stories “happily ever afters” – a nice consolation for having to wait for so damn long.

“Fuck!”

The gathered vampires turned en masse at the growled explicative, and all but one was alarmed to see who had joined them in their collective waiting.  However, seeing a third and a forth Eric in their midst didn’t surprise them a bit.

They all nodded warily and shuffled a bit to make room for the tall blond torturer.

“Andre,” welcomed one of the Erics as he shoved a warm bottle of Royalty Blended toward the slightly younger vampire.  At least this writer had the sense to provide them with something better than that putrid True Blood everyone faked a rave about but no one believed.

“She’s on a new story?  Really?  Like she wasn’t slack-assing on enough already,” Andre ranted furiously.  “I’ve got too much to do for her to be wasting her time like this!  I have a fight to prepare for, a kingdom to take over, my Mate to prepare to take her rightful place as my queen, and my normal duties to perform!  I don’t have time for this shit!”  He flung himself into his seat and banged his fist on the table.

Other Godric just smiled in understanding as he placed a restraining hand on Andre’s clinched fist.  “Calm yourself or risk worrying your Mate, young one.  Your time will come.”

The Erics watched as Andre did, in fact, successfully attempt to calm himself.  Shocked, a couple of the Erics wondered just how much power this Mate of his held over him.  No one controlled Andre except Queen Sophie-Anne, and even she worked “with” him, never “over” him.

The writer once again drew their attention as she rose to make herself another cup of coffee.  Well, Godric didn’t notice…he had returned to contemplating just how to get into his Cara’s pants.  Although it was hit and miss there for a few minutes, he had truly enjoyed spending time with her in her apartment, and she seemed to have enjoyed it, too.  Was it too soon to fuck her yet?  They had talked, after all.  He really wanted to fuck her.  And drink her, too, but mainly he just wanted to thrust his hard, cool man part into her soft, warm, wet woman part over and over until they screamed each other’s names.  Then he wanted to do it again.  And again…

Eric smirked as he gave up on trying to keep his beloved Maker’s attention focused, then sighed as he thought once again about this Sookie who was driving him crazy.  Why couldn’t she just admit that she wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck her?  Well, maybe not quite as much, after all he did have more than a thousand years of sexual experience and knew much more than she the pleasures that could be gotten from flesh rubbing against flesh.  He hated having to admit that he was just as captivated by her fire and her loving generosity as he was with her luscious body.

As the writer finally went back to her seat with two cups of coffee – did she really need one for each hand? – one of the newest Erics began thinking about his own problems with his own Maker who was curiously absent from this impromptu meeting.  He had to do something about rectifying the situation with the FoTS, and he had to be sure that Raban, he mentally cursed the name, paid for his crimes.   The only reason he was wasting time watching the slow-ass writer was because the upcoming chapter, the one everyone was waiting on, was her responsibility instead of the other co-writer of his story.  He admired how well the two writers had managed to work together, and hoped they were serious about giving his story a happy ending.

Finally!  Success!  Her pudgy little fingers were actually banging out words on that rather dusty keyboard!  Ahhh!  A whole page!  She’d managed to write a whole page!  There was progress being….shit.

Annnnd, here comes a cat.  Admittedly he was a beautiful cat, very large with long solid-black fur and a fox-like tail, but damn, he couldn’t entertain his own self to save his life, could he?

Seeing how things were going, Other Godric shook his head and rose.  “Erics, Andre, my son,” he nodded toward his own Child silently observing the proceedings.  He was happily Mated with his own Sookie, but didn’t mind providing silent support to the Erics, and others, who weren’t yet so lucky.

“I bid you adieu.  My story is many more months away, so I shall return to my own Cara.  Godric,” he called, hoping to gain the ancient vampire’s attention, “whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t.”  He chuckled at his likeness’s guilty reaction.  “Your Cara, if she is anything like mine, will always surprise you and keep you on your toes.  Give her time, let her come to know who you really are, and her love will heal all your wounds.  You may trust me, and yourself, on this.  Treat her with patience, complete honesty, and respect.  Allow your humor to shine through, and your intelligence.  She will amaze you.”  He held the other vampire’s eye long enough to be sure that his warning and advice were accepted before turning to the vampires not his own.

“Erics?  The same advice applies to you, and to you, as well, Andre.  Always respect your women, treat them well and with loyalty, compassion, and sensuality.  Never command or order them for they will not accept your domination.  They are your equals and you will fair best if you remember that at all times.”  When he sensed their discomfort at his last statement, he paused to regain their complete attention.

“Yes, you are older and much more experienced than they are.  Yes, it is your responsibility to protect them, and to guide and educate them about your world.  You will do this in a loving manner,” he commanded strongly, “because you love them, not to own or command them in any way.  Yes,” he snickered at their confused and disbelieving expressions, “I said “love” because that is exactly what you feel for your ladies.  You will see,” he assured them softly.

“Take your time, use your words, and never order, compel, or belittle them.  Listen to them, and ensure that they hear you and your words.  Remember that this is all new to them, and allow them the chance to grow and bask in your respectful admiration.”

With a nod, the ancient vampire was gone.

Slightly shocked and with much to consider, the other vampires slowly departed, each lost in his own thoughts.

The writer grinned.

The muses drank her other cup of coffee and apologized for biting her thumb.

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