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!!!

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*

Yhep…It’s me again. Notes, shout-out, and a new chapter of…

You guys are probably getting pretty tired of hearing from me here lately but, well, I have been on kind of a roll…and I’ve learned that when the planets are cooperating, go with that flow.

NOTES:

So, in case you’ve missed anything lately, here are the basic links:

BNP, PT. 7

BNP, PT. 6

BNP, PT. 5

BNP, PT. 4

EN: ATS, CH. 16

THE MOON, CH. 31

STC, CH. 23

ANDRE, CH. 48

(I think that’s most of what I’ve posted in January?  I got tired of looking…)

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SHOUT-OUT:

Gyllene has finished her Lover’s Always fic!!!  (This is actually a sad “yay” since I loved that story and didn’t want it to end.)  If you haven’t been following it, now’s a great time to pop over over and give it a read!

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NEW CHAPTER…

of BNP!

Yup, here’s Part 8 of 9.  There is one Part after this with a chance of a possible outtake or two.  CHANCE.  MAYBE.  But I can’t wait to hear what y’all think about this Part…

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I hope you enjoy!

Oh, it’s Tuesday – how’bout a two-fer?

So these chapters are a little…wordy.  Hope y’all don’t mind?  I’ll keep this short to make up for it all cause it totally works that way, right?

The Revealing of Andre is winding down.  This chapter reflects it in its length, I think.  There is one more chapter planned after this one (although there’s always the vague possibility of it actually being two, depends on the flm) before it ends.  More information about this is in the AN.  Andre, btw, is a bit pissed at me about this…you know how he gets.

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And because I adore you and the love you’re sharing, here’s BNP, Pt. 3 a little early.  I hope you don’t mind too much…

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Enjoy!

Happy Friday! Andre, Ch. 46 (NSFW) **and** STC, Ch. 21 are up!

Because I adore you and want you to be happy, here’s a 2-fer.

To your left you’ll see a fine new, rather long and…erm, yeah, chapter of Andre.  Bloodlust is a thing, y’all:

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And to your right you’ll find a brand new chapter of STC where Sookie…then Eric…and…oh, hell, just read it:

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Here’s hoping you have an awesome Friday, a fantastic Halloween, and an amazing weekend!

It’s another TWO-FER: ANDRE and THE MOON!

Cause I love y’all and stuff.  How do ya like me now??  *blows invisible dust off nails then sips coffee with graceful élan cause I can*

Ha! 

Ok, first up is Andre (cause he finally got off his pouty if really cute ass and started with the talking again):

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And now…srsly, cause I adore y’all:

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Lemme know what you think!  😀

WordPress is being strange (aka: WTF?)

Updated:

—> Since WordPress has decided to fuck with the ability to leave comments/reviews (the comment box comes and goes, and hell, WP is even having problems ensuring that post notification emails make it out…*eyeroll*), please feel free to visit my loathed fanfiction.asshole site, my AO3 site, or my TWCS site for this and all fics until they can figure out how to get their collective heads out of their collective asses.  Comment away!  WE WILL NOT LET THEM WIN!! **glare***   <—


So not only did WP magically and mysteriously “disenable” my Comment boxes (fixed now) on today’s new chapter, but I’m finding out that apparently it didn’t even send out some email alerts when I posted it, either.

That makes me wanna kick inanimate objects…you know, ones named “WordPress”.  I have really strong thighs…I can kick pretty damn hard…

Andre might not be my most popular story (understandable since it IS about Andre…yes, that Andre) but I put just as much time and effort into it as I do my higher-profile fics and it makes me angry that my readers who HAVE given it a chance might miss a new chappie b/c of WP’s fuckery.

Fucking meanypants.

Here’s the link for the new chapter (again) in case WP snubbed you:

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The Revealing of Andre, Chapter 44, is up!

This chapter gave me fits.  I hope Andre appreciates the effort, but really he’s probably off snickering at me in retribution for having him create odd glittery pottery in that crack fic. Sadly, I couldn’t blame him (Sorry for the crack fic, Andre…- it was just your turn…). 

Hope you like!

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So this is it… Lol, Act 3 of the Andre crack fic is up and that POS is now complete!

Several of you fantastic fuckers have been going through some rough times here lately, and this silly crack fic was meant to bring you a few giggle-snorts, maybe a full-on belly laugh (ok, so I really wanted at least some of y’all to pee your pants laughing, but it’s ok if you didn’t…I won’t pout…much…*dabs eye with tissue*). 

I love thinking that I’ve brought a bit of sunshine, or at least some fun snark, to your life to brighten your day.  Life can suck donkey ass at times and if I can use my words to bring fun and joy to my fuckawesome readers, then that’s what Imma gon’ do.

So here.  This is the third and final “Act” in this mess.   It’s:

Done.

Finished.

Over and…out.

Clicky the pikky and read and giggle and then tell me I’m pretty (snark) — Just don’t tell Andre I wrote this…(not snark) :

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So I was straightening out my CRACK FICS menu and…

So I was straightening out my CRACK FIC menu and then this happened.  Well, I was straightening that out AND I was kind of pissed off at my doctor’s office for not calling me back and so I apparently decided to take it out on Andre.

He’s a big boy, he can take it.  (Just, you know, don’t, like, TELL him or anything…what he doesn’t know won’t hurt me, right?)

But yeah, this is the kind of thing that can happen when I’m left unattended for a couple of hours.

No, I am *not* starting any other fics right now – this bit of useless fluff is complete in three “acts” which (by the time you read this) will be/are already loaded into drafts and most likely will be scheduled to post automagically (begging might get them posted faster…I dunno…still pissed at the dr’s ofc).

Hope you like!

(Srsly, don’t tell Andre…)

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The Revealing of Andre, Chapter 43, is up!

1.  Thank you everyone for your well-wishes and support during the “The Great and Annoying Revenge of the Hands, V. 2015“.  The Site of the Great and Invisible Splinter is now all-but undetectable, and the Stabby-Sore Finger-Joint of Death and Grumbling seems to have finally shut-it.  The Voldemorting Palm Scar seems to be minding its manners, too, so yeah, that’s good.

I wisely and/or lazily gave all of the above a couple days’ extra rest before hovering too closely over my keyboard just in case.  You know how vengeful hands can be.  I wouldn’t want them attacking me in my sleep and I know those bitches…they totally would, too.

2.  For some reason WordPress has become a wise-ass here recently and has decided that aprox. one-fourth of the reviews and comments I receive need, for some reason, to go hide out in either the Pending or the SPAM folder instead of posting normally.  I’ve caught quite a few reviews and other comments from long-time readers as well as from some of my newer lovelies hanging out and being bored in those folders.  I’ll go through and approve (again and again and again), but for some reason it keeps happening.  I’m only letting y’all know about WP’s strange new habit so you won’t wonder where’n hell your review went when it doesn’t show up immediately, but no worries – I keep an eye on those folders. 

Also, I’ve been told by a couple of friends that, apparently depending on their phone’s system?, they sometimes have to enter their comments two or three times to get them to go through.  I dunno if this is a phone thing, a WP thing, or a duck farting in China thing, but it sounds very frustrating.  The comments do come through eventually, though, if you keep entering them.  I guess you have to keep stabbing “enter” or whatever till that duck farts or something.

KEEP REVIEWING, though – review OFTEN and LOTS and all that jazz CAUSE IT MAKES ME HAPPY!  😀  I like being happy!  Happy is good!

Okee dokee, after all that ado’ing, voilà:

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Enjoy!

 

Chapter 41 of Andre is now up + awesome b’day vid!

1:  First I wanna brag about/gush over the AMAZING FANTSTIC BRILLIANT video 4Padfoot created for my birthday!!!  That lady is extremely talented and makes the BEST videos and banners!

2:  Last, I wanna brag on ME for (finally) getting the next chapter of Andre out to y’all.  I am constantly surprised (and, honestly, gratified) when a new reader tells me that I’ve managed to change their opinion about Andre…yes, THAT Andre…!   I feel that Andre from the books was an extremely under-used, overlooked, badly presented character who had TONS of potential that The Twit purposefully ignored.  One day I was wondering about his motivations, what made him tick, etc., and decided that if he really was that old then he must have had at least SOME redeeming qualities, and that QSA must have had some, too, or not only would she not have survived so long, but she wouldn’t have retained such loyalty from her progeny even WITH some sort of mythical vamp-gift.

Ok, ok, I was looking to find some good in these characters, qualities that truly were redeeming, and found JUST ENOUGH to work with without having to change too much (even if I did  use that as an excuse to grow Andre up some age-wise, and a lot body/mind/heart-wise…). 

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Chapter 40 of Andre + New Group Info

Due to popular demand (ok, I just happened to think of it), I’ve created a Facebook group for my Andre readers (and any other readers who want to join cause I’m all nice that way):  Support Group for Lovers of My Andre.  Any reader is welcome to join and (insert appropriately solemn and serious expression here) together we can come to terms with just how weird it feels to have nice, sweet, gushy feelings toward the former BAMF we all used to love to hate. 

Ok, it’s more for story updates (well, updates on all my stories), reader’s questions about the story (well, any of my stories), whining about the story (stories…me)…   Despite the name, this group obviously isn’t limited to just the “Andre, yes, that Andre, fic”.   😀

But yeah – how weird is it to actually LIKE the formerly beloathed (srsly, I love that word and I totally claim it!) anti-hero?  Heh, well, now we have a place to discuss that!

(I actually have a regular but unpublicized group page, Meridian’s Fanfics, but this new one seemed like fun…)

Come aboard or, um, don’t.  Either way, enjoy the new chapter!

***And if you find the 11 missing words (Word counted 2537 words, yet when I copied/pasted over to WP, WP counted 2526), let me know.  I NEED THEM BACK!  Ugh!  STOP FUCKING WITH MY BRAIN, ELECTRONICA!  Ideas are already running around loose in there – DO YOU WANT THEM TO ESCAPE?????…***

And on that note:

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A SUGGESTION AND A CHAPTER (ANDRE)

Oh look at me being all number-y and stuff!

1.  Galen’s doing a bit better (because I know you’re on the edge of your seats about the now-not-stray kitty, right?).  Yay!

2.  Why can’t I save up all this “lovely” (snark font desperately needed) cold weather for use in summer when it’d actually come in handy?

3.  Check this out if you’d like and let me know what you think:  When Reading My Words

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4:  NEW CHAPTER OF ANDRE!!!  I can’t believe we’re already on Chapter 39 of a fic I’d intended being MAAAYBE, what, 25? 30 chapters at the most?   Erm…oops?

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Anyway, I hope you like it.  Enjoy!

And then there was this…

I started to share a human/pet interest story, but then decided that I’m boring and y’all aren’t here to hear about me.   Therefore:  Andre, Chapter 38:

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Happy reading and hope you like it!  😀

*ducks because of the wee cliffie*

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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The Revealing of Andre, Chapter 30, is up!

I hope you enjoy!

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*Yeah, ok, I know *ANDRE* wouldn’t be wearing glasses, but, um, yeah…just click it and go with it…it’ll allllll be ok……

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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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