Just a little one-shot to hopefully brighten your day

An imagine popped into my brain-box most-way through Monday evening.  In this image I ‘saw’ Eric holding a gold-painted metal music box – small, old but not antique, well-tended but nothing special…and voilà:  Ten Years Later was born.

Read on to find out more – and read with a kind eye, please.  There’s humor in this piece, and maybe a touch of “awww”…

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Let me know what you think, and which story you’d most like to see another chapter of next!

 

STC, Ch. 29, is up, and new PDFs added

If you haven’t had a chance to check out the PDFs page conveniently listed as “PDFs” in the menus, have a look.  I’m slowly converting posted one-shots and finished fics into – you guessed it – downloadable PDFs for y’all (cause I’m all nice and cool and shit like that).   Converting these fics is a slow-going process done in my spare time (let’s all laugh gaily at the thought of that mythical “spare time” bullshit, shall we?), but I’ll post’em as I do’em so check that page every now and then. (There may be a chance that a multi-chapter fic or three may-just-might be pulled from all sites at some nebulous point in the far-flung future so grab’em if you like’em.)

Anyway, happy reading!

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As always, let me know what you think!

Regarding downloadable .pdfs:

Before I go through all the hassle (Anticipating has 41 chapters PLUS side stories…  Andre?  50…), I gotta ask:  would you fantastic readers-mine even BE interested in downloadable copies of my magnificent (or whatever) fics?

In the past, several truly thoughtful readers have asked if they could make .mobis or .pdfs, etc., to read at their leisure and I’ve always given the go-ahead but had never actually thought about making them.

Anyway, just to see how the process went and to see if I could post them for y’all here on WP (which does not allow me to post .mobi files, btw, but Online Convert can do that for ya for free after you download this version), and to test interest,  I decided to go ahead and post the .pdf to Blue Nail Polish.

In the menus, the page for these (potential) files is listed under PDFs (I know, so original, right?), but here’s the handy-dandy link for if you want to read my BNP words while you’re getting your oil changed and your tires rotated or while you’re waiting for the progeny to finish with practice or…

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Let me know if it downloads the way it should.

~Mer

The Moon, Ch. 34, and a question

See, toldja I had the next chapter of Moon in progress – TAA DAAA!

HAPPY READING!!!

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Ok, the question:  So, standing in front of the open fridge and squirting one’s mouth full of Reddi Wip every now and then is, like, normal, right?

RIGHT?

~Mer

One Night – The Second Night – Part 2 is up!!

This post is long, but first things first:

Okee dokee – here’s the link to One Night – The Second Night – Part 2.  It’s…it’s a doozy.  Approach this chapter with caution and coffee. And trail rations.  That bad boy is LONG and yes, I am ABSOLUTELY blaming Eric.  He’s big and broad…he can shoulder the blame…

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Reminder:  Nominations are open in the You Want Blood Awards.   Go, nom…um, nominate (oops…Mr. C’s corn chips made me munchy), spread the love, etc.  Mainly, just have fun supporting our fangtastic fandom!

Here’s the link to the blog post where I (oh-so-kindly ’cause I’m fangtastic like that) listed the fics and categories that I might be nominate-able for (is too a word…now…): THE BLOG POST

Recently posted chapters (listed because we all know how notices on Worpress sometimes go):

DECISIONS – CHAPTER 37

ANDRE – FINAL CHAPTER/EPILOGUE (Yes – it’s finished!)

EN: ATS, CHAPTER 18

STC, CHAPTER 28

Aye, that’s enough for now.  Go read! 😀

~Mer

PLOT TWIST…or rather…TEASER!

Ok, One Night – The Second Night – Part 2 is taking a bit longer to write than I had anticipated (mainly because I’ve also been working on Decisions, Moon, and STC…and also because I can be a bit wordy…sorry…), but it WILL BE ready to post in the next day or three, give or take…God willing and the creeks don’t rise…

In the meantime, here’s a wee teaser to tide y’all over:

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With extreme reluctance Eric gave into the demands of time and slowly descended to land near the bottom of the steps leading up to Sookie’s porch. The Dae Cataliades’s sedately lawyer-esque vehicle was parked close by, his faint odor leading to the front steps Eric was oddly loathe to mount, and the sounds and scents of the remaining Were guards drifted through the wooded lands surrounding the old house.

Fury briefly spiked his blood.

Fucking Alcide off hiding in the bathroom chatting up one of his literal Werebitches while leaving Sookie unprotected… What if I hadn’t been there?  What if Compton had managed to…  Mangy flea-infested bastard will pay…

It took a second for Eric to refocus.

The contracts that would be discussed that night wouldn’t necessarily provide Sookie with immediate physical protection and he needed to secure more and better guards who were actually responsible enough to warrant his trust.

Obviously that pathetic mutt would rather spend his time chatting on phones in bar restrooms than doing his fucking job, but that other one… Tray?  Trey? However the fuck he spelled his name, he might be far more qualified.  He’s a loner, too, not overly affiliated with any one pack, so logistics wouldn’t be an issue.

Signed contracts would, however, vastly increase Sookie’s future security, as they would be both legally and, possibly, magically binding, but having his arms filled with her warm, soft form noticeably dimmed his enthusiasm for the upcoming discussions.

To his inner satisfaction, Sookie didn’t seem to be in any hurry, either.

She might have stepped away from him when they landed but, he noted smugly, she hadn’t stepped far.  His arm was still draped across her back and she wasn’t shrugging it away.

Content to let her set the pace, his arm sank to her waist and was far more “resting” than “leading” as they ambled toward that first riser.

He noted when a curious look crossed her face, and on the third step she stopped and looked up at him although he was still on the first. Her expression was now somewhat disturbed.

When she rose on her tiptoes, he graciously leaned toward her.

“Eric, I can tell someone is in there with Gran and I know it’s bound to be that lawyer, but I can’t make out his thoughts. They’re like a mix of radio static and white noise. I’ve never heard anything like that before.”

He kept his features neutral but inside he grimaced.

Damn. Trust the Dae to have odd brains… This is not the time to have to explain about a new species. I have to tell her something, but how do I tell this sheltered little babe in the woods that those woods are a hell of a lot more crowded than she’d ever guess?

He stared into her eyes with his mind still racing.

Oh, hey, Little Red Riding Hood, guess what – not only is the big bad human-wolf hybrid a thing that exists, but demons are real, too! And there are fairies and witches and maenads OH MY! But never fear, you get to meet a demon in three…two…

Yeah. That would work.

Standing as they were with Sookie two steps…

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So…are you teased now??  Lol, let me know what you think, and fingers crossed the rest will magically appear soon.

~Mer

 

 

AWARD SEASON IS UPON US – THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER (It’s just news you’ve probably already heard by now and stuff)

Ok, so as you’ve likely heard, the YWB Awards are  back on again and will cover from April 15, 2015, to August 1, 2016.

Am I supposed to make a list of my stories that would qualify for nomination?  Well, to hopefully make this a bit easier for y’all (and because I’m totally awesome like that),  I did.  Also, I’ve narrowed down the Categories that I might qualify for, too, if you kind folks might want to nominate a story or three or…you know.   The *full* list of Categories is available on the YWB site, of course.

As for dates, I went by the date of the first review on each story.  I can of course check my Dashboard for the specific date/time anything was posted or updated, but since that’s not publicly accessible and the dates of first reviews are…yup, exactly.   That’s the simplest way for my site.

Anyway, here:

Nominate-able (is too a word……now) Fics:

Completed  Multichapters:

Blue Nail Polish (BNP)

The Revealing of Andre (Andre) 

A Parody in Three Acts: A Night in the Life of Andre (yes, that Andre…sorta)

WIPs:

Decisions 

Eric Northman: After the Show (EN: ATS)

One Night 

Sookie Takes Charge (STC)

The Moon  

One Shots:  (Shall We Dance missed it by *THIS* much!)

Playing for Keeps 

The Purveyor  

(There’s always a chance that I may have missed a fic or something, but I *think* I’ve listed everything applicable)

Most Relevant Categories (for my fics):

Hit Me With Your Best Shot Award – Best One Shot

Mr. January Award- Best Lemon – Category for best love/sex scene

The Greatest Love Story – Favorite Story – Category for best story of the year

Rollercoaster Award – Best Angst/Drama/Cliffhangers – Category for those stories that are able to leave you gasping for breath

The Saucy Award – Best Sookie – Category for the Best Sookie

The Viking Award – Best Eric – Category for the Best Eric in a story

The Flying Monkey Award – Best Villain – Category for the best villain, must provide name  (**Do I even *have* good villains?  I dunno…y’all decide, lol**)

Who the Hell Are You Award – Best OC – Category for the best Original Character, must provide name

Pins and Needles Award – W.I.P. story you wait anxiously for updates on – Category for WIP stories only and last update must have been in the dates provided

Best of the Best Award – All Time Favorite Story – Category for the best story of all time. This is the only category with NO time limit. Yes . . . Any story can be nominated for this award.

EricIsMine Award – Favorite Author – Category for your favorite author

Even if you guys absolutely detest my fics, please nominate the writers/fics that you DO like.  The TB/SVM community is a great place to share our written humor, fantasies, and what-ifs, and reader support is a fanfic writer’s coffee-and-donuts.   Nominate well and thoroughly, and let your voices be heard! 

~Mer

Hi…remember Decisions? Ch. 37 is up!

So yeah, summer has been kicking my kinda-flat, A/C-loving ass here lately.  But…even though it’s been insane and inane and other words starting with an “i”, I managed to find time to finish up this chapter of Decisions for y’all!

Apparently threatening to boycott the story helped Godric to move HIS gorgeous ass out of the way so that Cara and Sookie could let their voices be heard.

Heh, it all worked out…  (Yes, I’m totally nanner’ing at Godric right now…just, you know…don’t tell him or anything…  I’m brave, not stupid.)

So, enjoy, and let me know what you think:

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(And yup, I totally went there – that’s a winner-banner from some of the awards Decisions has won in the past.  So I’m a little/lot proud…)  😀

2016 Awards update

Reblogging so I can be all blog-i-licious and stuff. 😀

You Want Blood Awards

Hello Everyone!

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After reading all the surveys . . . we are letting Eric out of the cage and making several changes to the rules and maybe adjust more over time to ensure that the 2016 Awards are a celebration of all your favorite authors and artists.  I have decided to hold the You Want Blood Awards for this year (but I need everyone to remember it is only one person that runs this and please contact me 4padfoot aka Robin with any issues).  It will be a little different than what has been run in the past.  First off I want to thank everyone for helping fill out the surveys.  I received a lot of helpful information and there were a couple of things that everyone kept asking for that were surprising.  More categories, better links and category definitions.  All of these I have utilized all the new ideas checked…

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Hey look! My book’s on a horse’s booty!

Our Suki59’s book is on a horse’s booty… 😉

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I’m honored and tickled pink to see the cover of Drop Dead Gorgeous plastered onto a horse’s rump for all to see.

Thank you to North Carolina artist, Kim Attwooll, for Rudy the well-read horse, which is part of The Art of the Horse, a community arts project and fundraiser orchestrated by Our Carolina Foothills, a nonprofit organized to educate the public about the small towns of the Carolina Foothills.

Kim is one of only 12 artists chosen to decorate one of the 15 fiberglass horses which will all be auctioned off on August 19 at the Tryon International Equestrian Center in North Carolina.

Kim’s choice in designing her horse was to honor the rich literary history of the Carolina Foothills by covering Rudy with book covers of works by local authors.

I’m proud to say I lived in the dreamy little town of Tryon, North Carolina, when Drop Dead…

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FINAL CHAPTER and EPILOGUE of ANDRE is up!

Yes, that sad time has come – Andre has been (mostly) revealed.  I decided to combine the final chapter and the epilogue into one longer post because it worked out so well to do so. 

Heh, warning:  the story leaves off in somewhat the same vein as it all began so long ago…  (That would be Dec 22, 2012 if you’re counting…sometimes Andre would stub up at me and try his cold/silent routine.  I’d just pat him on the head and wander off to write on other stories when he’d get like that.  Perhaps we should wish Emma a fuck-ton of luck with him??)

Thank you so, so much to those of you who took a chance with me and Andre.  He’s definitely one of the really bad guys from SVM, and hell, he wasn’t even mentioned in TB, but his character was so very one dimensional that it felt criminal not to listen to what he might have to say.

Turns out, Andre had a hell of a lot to say – 50 chapters’ worth at that!  Most of it came in spurts, and he seemed most loquacious when torture of enemies and sex with his Emma were involved – odd, that…

Instead of being the cardboard cutout with the word “villain” pasted above that we were supposed to have believed him to be, he became a multi-faceted foul-mouthed, decreasingly ill-tempered vampire capable of surprising depths, tenderness, and gentility…who could kick ass and fuck taking names.  He has a hidden history mentioned but yet to be explored, and his Emma has a few secrets tucked away here and there, too.  That’s what sequels are for.

Emma was a charm to write, too.  Naturally she fit perfectly well with Andre (as designed), but she too became her own person with her own ideas and worries and personality.  

Anyway, I’m goin’ maudlin, so here – read and I hope you enjoy.  This brain-baby is finished.

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Sevrin (erm, ok, ok: “Aquaman”) gif – I blame 4Padfoot, also, Andre news

So, yeah, I dunno if 4Padfoot made it or found it, but she drew my attention to it and so now I draw yours to it, too…

And it’s a damn good thing that I just finished Andre like 10 minutes before cause my eyes are glued to the magnificence that is Jason Momoa as Aquaman – BUT HE’S REALLY MY SEVRIN…mostly…

Oh, yeah, The Revealing of Andre is FINISHED!!!!!  YES!!!  FINALLY!!!  I’ll give it the once-over and possibly be posting it tonight or tomorrow.  ANDRE IS FINISHED!!!  HE MIGHT EVEN LET ME CONTINUE WITH THIS WHOLE “LIVING” THING AN’ EVERYTHING!!!  (Yeah, he can be a little scary…)

*whew*  It’s only been going on for HOW LONG now?

S’hup.

Enjoy the Sevrin, erm, yeah whatever, gif below compliments in whichever way of 4Padfoot.  (She’s also safe to blame for any lunches left unfixed or dinners left uncooked or chores left undone or…or…or…) 😀

Oh hai Sevrin…unf………………………….

ANDRE IS FINISHED, Y’ALL!!!  ALLLLL FINISHED!!!

Due to popular demand…

Due to popular demand and many bribes with delicious (albeit virtual) coffee (some kind soul even mentioned donuts…), I present:  One Night – The Second Night – Part 1… 

Yes, ladies and gennelmen, you read that right:  One Night has been revived. 

Naturally updates will be irregular as time/muse/weather/etc permit, but at this point I have roughly three “parts” parsed out for their Second Night – all filled with things that have to happen before they can arrive in Dallas.

And yes – spoiler – they will be going to Dallas…where the Godric is…  (You’re welcome!)

Yes, I said “Godric”.  GODRIC GODRIC GODRIC…  Godric.  😀  (You should know by now that I’m in permadoration of my version of him…)

Whew…ok…so there’s that.  Now:

UPDATES ON THE OTHER WIPS:

Andre:  I’m about half way through that final chapter.  I’d gotten well over 4/5ths the way through an entirely different version when I decided it didn’t suit so I scrapped the entire mess and started all over again.  It’s a writer’s prerogative I sometimes gleefully (ok, and at times tearfully, other times begrudgingly) employ.  Andre heartily approved.  He told me so.  Of course, by this point he’d probably tell me the sky was pink if he thought that was what I wanted to hear just to get the damn story told, lol. 

STC:  *evil grin*  Things are progressing well – I’m about 1/3rd through the next chapter.

Moon:  Ditto…maybe a little more.  Yes, Sookie is still eating the weirdest combination of foods you can (try not to) imagine.  Eric is still being very polite about it all.  Sevrin grimaces.  Often.

EN: ATS isn’t up for another chappy yet, and we’re not discussing Decisions.  Nope.  *plugs ears*  I can, however, say with full confidence that Godric is not wearing shoes, and in all probability *checks watch* lacks clothing, too.  Cara fully approves.  

Ok, so –  w/o further ado’ing, enjoy:

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EN: ATS Chapter 18 is up!

I figured you guys would rather have a new chapter than me replying to your fantastic comments, although I do plan on getting to them regardless, but…yeah, chapters…!

Your support – from being excited to read the chapters to leaving such great reviews to all the other stuff in between – means the world to me and I really do appreciate it.  You guys are why I hit that “publish” button – I could write all day and all night without posting a thing, but y’all add the fun to the process.

Hope you enjoy – heh, Stan’s a hoot…

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And, just in case you’ve missed them, here are my last four fanfic posts since WP doesn’t always think to do its notification job:

STC, Ch. 28

STC, Ch. 27

STC, Ch. 26

Andre, Chapter 49

Just a word about Orlando – not fic related so skip if you want

I’ve read recently about how some people somehow feel a lack of connection with the mass-shooting deaths and injuries at that club (Pulse) in Orlando.

Now, I don’t see these people as mean/bad/terrible, not really, not at heart.  It could be that they’re suffering from “disaster fatigue” or “compassion fatigue”, and with so many mass shootings being allowed to happen in America, I can certainly understand where they’re coming from.

It might be that they don’t personally know anyone “in that community”, meaning the non-straight community.  I can kind of see that – if you’re not family or friends with someone in a marginalized group of people, the trials and tribulations they have to endure on a daily basis just don’t quite hit home with you, therefore you wouldn’t necessarily feel a meaningful (emotional) connection when preventable tragedies like this occur.

It might be that the disconnected are so terrified of some mythical MIBs bounding up to their door to “steal their guns” that they pretty much believe that any deaths are acceptable losses so long as they get to keep their precious automatic/semi-automatic/assault rifles/whatever name people use for guns capable of quick mass murder.  My rose-colored glasses want to believe that these people really are not as cold-hearted and illogical as they seem to be, but I honestly don’t know.  (If you’re part of this faction, please unfollow me.)

And then you have the people who, whether at the heart or on the fringes, used to be a part of that stricken community, people who were besties and shoulders to cry on, people who would gladly dance the night away to celebrate the successes of someone in that marginalized group, who would sob and hug and drink till daylight comes to ease the horrors of daily life with the affected.  People…people who  can’t be there now, who can’t hug and be held, who can’t cry on and be cried on, people who grew physically distant because of life and jobs and the acquiring of other dreams that took them thousands of miles away…and so they grew away from the heart that beat so strongly.   A natural feeling of disconnect will seep in – especially in times like this, and in a weird way that makes the loss even worse for them.

For the most part, I think this weird feeling of being disconnected from the ever-increasing number of tragedies has more to do with just how big America is – from sea to rising sea.   This didn’t happen in YOUR neighborhood.  This likely wasn’t even in your STATE.

You’re not close enough to smell the blood or see the intestines scattered across the bloody floor.  The brain matter slowly oozing down the wall probably didn’t belong to “one of yours”, the spilled contents of some woman’s purse are meaningless to you, the unanswered phone ringing in the dead man’s pocket isn’t your call going eternally unanswered.

Thing is, these deaths ARE meaningful to someone.  Moms and dads lost their daughters and sons, cousins lost cousins, brothers and sisters lost brothers and sisters, and sometimes, daughters and sons lost their moms and dads.

Friends lost friends.

I wish I had the dubious luxury of feeling that disconnect, but these people were sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, cousins, and yeah, moms and probably some dads, too.

And best friends.

More than that, though, every single person murdered was the living embodiment of hopes and dreams, hard work and play, fun, sweat, tears, love, loss, success.

That…I can’t disconnect from.  Did I personally know anyone “over there”?  No, but…no matter how commonplace these senseless, meaningless, preventable tragedies have become, when people die, dreams die, love dies, and hope dies.

And that does affect us all.

Thank you for reading.

~Mer

So, anybody up for an UNcliffy’ing? STC, Ch. 27 is up!

No wise words of questionable wisdom – just enjoy your day with this next chapter of STC.  Let me know what you think!

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**psst:  the coffee helped…!**

Andre, Chapter 49, is up!

Ok, so, yeah, hey…I’m still a being that exists…somewhere.   Been wrangling this chapter around for ages, it feels like, but it’s the penultimate in Andre so…  I don’t know when the epilogue will magically appear – it’s partially written, though, so there’s that.

I just don’t want my brain-baby to grow up, is all.  I mean, sure, I’ll get to hang out with the cast of Andre during the creation of Attaining, the sequel (to both it and Anticipating), but…but that’s “then”…and this is “now”…which isn’t “then”.

So Imma little maudlin…and pouty – bite me.  (Andre…or Godric…or Eric, not y’all.) 

Anyhu, here ya go – enjoy!

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*sinks into the usual “don’t want the fic to end” pout – hey, I’m really good at pouting…it’s all in the lip*

A WHERE-I-AM PLUS A SEISMIC THANK YOU

(I started to type this in all-caps so it would appear that I have more energy than I actually do but the constant need to correctly capitalize sentence starts and proper pronouns just made it look stupid so fuck that.  I’m tired.  There.  I mumbled it sorta out loud.)

First of all I want to thank my FANTASTIC, BRILLIANT, WONDERFUL, AMAZING, AND DID I MENTION FANTASTIC? readers for all your VERY much appreciated love and support of the new story!  Y’all have absolutely blown my (invisible, because it’s hot here) socks off with your comments and likes!  As you know I love replying to comments – it gives “us”, the reader and the writer, a great way to touch base with each other, plus you (the collective ‘you’) are such great fun to just chat with, too.  I love being able to do that.  Sadly, between lack of time and feeling like a bulldozed watermelon, replies to this last chapter of ON will have to wait.  Hence, this broad “thank you”.

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Now, the five current WIPs all have bits and pieces in the process of being thrown together, and the epilogue/potential (PO-TENT-TSHEL) “future nights” for the (Awww, man, if I go with more nights I’ll have to change the name won’t I?  I dunno…not if I just do the odd night – the odd “one night”- here and there?  Fuck it, I’ll pull a Sookie and deal with it later) now-complete-but-maybe-not story is shimmering around in my oddly-vast brainbox.  

Now for the “but”…cause there’s always an ass involved…

Thing is, I’m one of those people who are sometimes very negatively impacted by the inflammatory response caused by sugar.  Yup – plain ol’ sugar – brown, white, turbinado, cane, beet…you know:  sugar.  As I’m T2 diabetic I usually don’t eat very much of it at a time anyway, so my tolerance to it nosedives.  Then if I, say, give in to the ‘need’ to bake a, say, peach cobbler with, say, too much brown sugar (hey, it’s cool when it caramelizes on the top!) then, say, eat too damn much of the damn thing, I pay like fuck for it for the next couple days. 

As you MIGHT can tell, it, shall we say, “negatively affects” my mood (any laughs that escape my cobbler-hole sound like a death warning), and Advil can only do so much to help negate the aches and pain response.

Dread may have a little bit to do with my desire to remain under my bed, too – my birthday is May 5 and GUESS WHAT:  I get to have a motherfucking ROOT CANAL on that day.  So yeah, the me of me is not a happy fucking camper.

Yay – the tooth will in theory stop fucking hurting.
Boo – it will involve a root canal. ..on my damn birthday.

Oh, and before anyone suggests that I ask the dentist for pain relievers to last from now till then, let me remind you that I live in the “”glorious”” Bible-Belt south where all medical personnel are far more afraid of “”enabling drug addicts”” than they give a damn about those of us in actual pain. Yhep, drug addicts are far more important than pain-ridden patients and doctors, dentists, and whoever the fuck else fearfully and with collapsed balls worship their beloved restrictions to an insane degree.  I vote we direct every ache and pain to those assbastards who would rather regulate against people in pain because they prefer to worship/”protect” damn drug addicts.  I have nothing either for or against drug addicts but damn, don’t make ME suffer because of their shit.

(I may be somewhat biased based on the amount of Advil I’m shoving down said cobbler-hole but GAWD FORBID doctors/dentists around here miss an opportunity to let someone hurt…)

Tolja I was in a shitty mood.  Hopefully after this next week is over I’ll feel more human/humane…nah, I’ll still be in a shitty mood…just might be able to better front it.  At least I never claimed to be all nicey-nice, though, right?

So, yeah, that’s where I currently am.  Have a better day. 

Who wants One Night, Part 4?

Ok, so, here’s the last part of the “one shot” formerly knows as “The Night Eric Northman’s Life Changed Forever”. 

I’ve achieved what I set out to do:  explore the ramifications of what could happen if one action were taken – of how lives and tides and futures could change so drastically – in the process of one night.  Because Eric took the initiative, so many lives have been positively impacted:  Godric, Sookie, Gran, and hell, even Tina *seriously* benefited.  And then there’s Eric himself; he’s now in the process of gaining independence from the queen, reconnecting with his Maker, getting rid of Compton, and ending that desperate boredom.

And that’s not even touching the subject of a romance with Sookie.

Now, I’ve heard some chatter that a continuation of sorts wouldn’t be hated…and bits of scenes have been wandering through the hallowed (hollowed?) halls of my mind off and on so there’s definitely material for at least an epilogue of sorts (and we know how I can get with those bastards…), so there’s that.

Plus Godric.

There’s “that”, too…

Anyway, let me know what you want.  I make no promises but I’m not saying never, either…but keep in mind that my writing time isn’t infinite and I do have (*cries a little*) five other WIPs to complete (and Andre is mean-glaring at me, too…impatient bastard).

Enjoy the Part, and lemme know what you think.

One Night

Story Recs: Redeemable Assholes

Andre made me reblog this. Ok, well, he sneered and growled and I *think* that’s what he meant… ♥

The TB/SVM Writers Directory : Fangfuckingtastic FanFiction

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There’s no denying it really, whether it was “True Blood” or the Southern Vampire Mysteries, at first meeting, Eric was a bit of an asshole. One that redeemed himself quite quickly or slowly, depending on your view, but a bit of an asshole, nonetheless. While that cockiness may be an attractive charm initially, it will only carry one so far, we never managed to get over Bill all that well, now did we? Some might be unredeemable for eternity, but there is nothing quite as satisfying as witnessing the change, the underlying motivations explored, and extrapolated to uncover a side we’d suspected was there, but never could be sure hidden underneath the animosity. For balance, don’t worry, we’re not just discussing Eric here, though he is an oft-utilised character for this narrative, Sookie can be just as bad, if not worse, while the inventiveness of a fanfic writer can…

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