Author has written 35 stories for Paradise Kiss, Harry Potter, Itazura na Kiss, Rurouni Kenshin, Honey Hunt, Naruto, Mars, High School Debut, Codex Alera, Juliet Marillier, Bollywood, and Pacific Rim.
A college student. A fangirl. An obsessive collector of shiny earrings. Broke. Sleep-deprived. Have recently discovered that I can, indeed, walk around in six-inch heels, so I spend a lot of time ogling shoe store windows and wobbling around in sandals that could be used as stabity-stabity murder weapons. I also have four holes in each ear. (And, yes, getting holes poked in cartilage does hurt, you know. Really.)
Some updates for the three of you still hanging about here (I love you!):
1. An Aoshi/Misao fic is most definitely coming. I've plotted most of it out, worried ceaselessly over the action-y bits, and fretted over the sex, because how does one do it against a wall in Aoshi's aggressively monotone head? Am I even doing this right? I guess you all can decide that one. It's about 60% done, but it's coming.
2. Sano/Megumi one-shot where he's an earthy, greasy mechanic with hidden depths and she's working out what being a professional adult means to her. They kind of fall into friendship, then bed, and he goes down on her forever because those are the kind of stories I write I guess. Expect Sano's sibkids to feature because I love those two.
3. A Crassus-centric, uh, thing is coming? I've written over 60 pages for it, but I keep going back and reading books about the history of modern science (The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean is very good) because germ theory? I have to come up with timelines and scientific figures and a systematic way of positioning those discoveries such that they mirror our world roughly but also stay true to the idiosyncrasies of Alera? Needless to say, I'm having a blast, dealing with not only this kind of extrapolation, but also trying to respectfully depict Crassus handicap, and less respectfully depict his bemusement at the bevies of fair maidens littering his path. He just wants to read his damn reports, make it so the Icemen don't come boiling through the wall, and try in his dunderheaded way to win the attentions of a certain Romanic scholar who would rather scowl at bacteria than smile at him. Max, if course, is not helping. No ETA on this one just yet, but I'm working on it.
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