Christ. I can totally handle this masterpost thing, alright?

( The works )


( The woman )

I know people are still all heart-broken and shit, but... yeah. I wanna get back on the writing, it's been ages since I've had the energy or time or ideas or whatever excuse I can come up with.

The latest Smith twittering... um. How can I not? Expect more Chronicles as soon as I get back from a ridiculously long shift at work, I'll be writing them in my head while I'm handing out iced lattes to the innocent general population.

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read that stuff, folks. Gush over the art and be generally happy and flailing. It's a Victorian coffee shop AU that's looking like it's headed straight to the top of my favourite fic of all times. It's just shiny and pretty and the perfect world for a quiet retreat while bandom loses its collective mind. It's about art and artists and expression and the romantics. And just. GLEE, okay? I needed a reminder what the hell I'm doing here like burning and these two people wrote me exactly that.

I'm gonna cut this entry, cause I'm not sure how long I'll be able to ramble.

( Yeah, I might hate some of you right now. )

Well, fuck.

That's kinda it, really. I wish I hadn't seen it coming. And just. Fuck. I'm a bit too old to cry over bands breaking up anymore and I won't, but still, I had hoped these guys would be around together for a long time to come. So yeah, fuck. And the best of luck to them, obviously.

Edit: okay, I needed a moment for this to sink in and it's still not quite there yet. Hence the rambling and expletives and all. My personal coping strategy is going to be to write more Chronicles. I'm gonna pull this off with four people in two different bands on opposite sides of the country. With Spencer still topping Ryan. How exactly this is gonna work? No idea yet, but it will and screw reality, seriously. The boys in my head are still very much alive and kicking, so I'll go back to playing with them.

Also, as regards the posts along the lines of "the end of the world is nigh" and "OMG my life is over"... um. Keep things in perspective, people? Yeah, it sucks right now and I do get that, but seriously, noone died. Also, these lads have done well making decisions all by their little selves so far and I'm pretty sure they know what they're doing as artists a lot better then the whole lot of fangirls combined.

So, I have no idea how the pimping thing actually works, but I want members for that D/s comm. Droves of them. Seeing I suck at networking even online, would you please invite everyone and their brother to join? Join yourself? Send emails to random people to make them join? Post the link on your facebook or myspace? Whatever, really. Get folks in there and get writing! Cause I'm creative as fuck, the comm's called bandomds and it does exactly what it says on the tin .

On other news, I still actually love my job, it's starting to scare me a little. I miss writing porn epically, but the boys have probably been drowned in gallons of vanilla latte, I dunno. The muse will come back, I'm pretty sure. Today was gay pride over here, so I watched the parade in my break and served a lot of very pretty fellas coffee. Far too few of them were making out in public.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna go see Springsteen. I won't even start rambling about it, cause we'd be here forever, but yeah, majorly over-excited already. The BOSS. No words required.

That D/s community that apparently didn't exist? It does now and you can find it right here. Join it and post in it, cause that's what it's for. Simple, eh?

analogized  hit me with five random questions and here are the answers. If anyone wants in on the fun, comment and you'll get your own mini-interview. Post the answers on your journal and interview the friends who ask you to. Easy stuff, really.

1. Favourite meal? Dessert counts.

Any kind of curry or whatever can be stuffed into a pie. I’m very English like that.

 

2. Favourite piece of clothing? Do you have a favourite jumper or pair of jeans, and what makes them special?

My orange combats. Special cause they’re orange (duh). They’ve also got loads of pockets so I end up wearing them to gigs and festivals a lot and there are a lot of fond memories attached for that.

 

3. Favourite quote?

The poem Howl by Alan Ginsburg. And yes, I know the whole thing by heart and quote lines from it at random cause I really am that pretentious. Sue me. It's genius and if you don't know it, google it cause it's gonna blow your face off.

 

4. Cliff, shag, marry: Shane Valdez, Patrick Stump or Bob Bryar?

Damn, I’d do all of them. Still, Stump, Bryar, Valdez. Cause Bob’s a sex god (don’t argue with me) and Shane’s not in a band, so there might be a chance he’d actually be home to look after the kids, plus he brings bonus Panic members into the relationship, which has to be a win. That sadly leaves Patrick to be thrown off a cliff.

 

5. Do you have a food habit that no one else gets? A way of eating something, a special cutlery arrangement you have to have?

I burst into random giggles licking ice lollies. Cause I’m secretly five years old.

 

So, rl is keeping me from being the shiny procrastination enabler in the LJ world who can't stop writing fic, which kinda sucks. Also, it seems like my expectations toward my writings have changed a bit and I'm not happy just posting anything anymore and I ache over imagery and whatnot far too much. Hit me up with porn requests if you want to, a little self-indulgent pwp would maybe get me to stop overanalysing every word I write.

I also kinda want a bandom D/s community, is there such a thing around? I know there's a couple of kink ones, which is great, but I'd like something a little more involved with that particular dynamic. Would anyone else be interested? Also, how does one get in on the kink bingo sheet I've heard about?

Um... my brain should be kept in a jar and thoroughly examined, probably. I was gonna go write some dirty 3-way Placebo porn, so I trolled the net for ages salivating a lot (as you do). Then I read some big bang stuff I didn't care for much, which is a first in this season. Then, I decided I'd just go watch Sleepers to comfort myself (which... yeah.).

Then, that thing happened in my head, going "I wonder if anyone's ever written a Sleepers AU", "mmmmmh", "wow", "I could totally do Gerard the priest", "Gerard the lawyer who can barely read questions off a piece of paper in court would be kinda cool too", "Brendon needs to be the prosecutor just cause though that role's kinda got Spencer written all over it" and more along those lines.

So. I know I've still got a verse going and another one refusing to move ahead, which makes it silly to jump on this idea. Which means I totally will. Obviously. Anyone who's seen the movie, throw me some cast ideas? Pete Wentz the mafia overlord? Jon and Ryan the gang leaders with Spencer the prosecutor and Brendon the journalist? I also want Mikeyway in this very badly, just don't know where to put him yet. Just play along with my crazy ideas here for a moment, please? I'm not sure it's ever gonna see the light of day, but I'd love to be hit with random stuff to see if things fall into place or not.

my friendslist has exploded with fic and I shall spend the next 48 hours reading or something. Just back from a festival. Um. People. PLACEBO. HOLYMOTHERFUCKINGSOMETHINGOROTHERPLACEBO. It was unreal, alright? The new drummer, who is an all of 22 year old Californian hardcore dude KILLED. My drummer kink has just taken on a whole new dimension. Also Brian and Stef. Just..... ngh. Lots of that. Plus Kaiser Chiefs and Nine Inch Nails and for real fairies everywhere I went. Plus mud and sunburn and too much cheap beer consumed in too short an amount of time. Gaaah, FUN!!!! Capital letter abuse amounts of fun. I shall now bury myself in fic and then write my own about said pretty drummer. Go google his picture and tell me it's not porn waiting to happen.

So the flailing might be premature seeing I only started my new job today, but... yaaay. There's unlimited free coffee, co-workers that are actually my age, Leonard Cohen remixes on the CD Player and I've already got a betting pool going with one of the gay boys who's gonna collect the most phone numbers from customers. What's not to like?

Well, there is the early morning part and not knowing my ass from my elbow when it comes to all those shiny machines yet, but yeah, in all this is definitely a vast improvement from the old-peoples-homes and PA jobs I've been through.

Writing's still slow, what with the still awesome BB stuff pouring in (read the con-artist AU, it fucking rules. Also the mall one, the stripper one where Brendon's a fairy and the dollhouse one, they're all awesome). Still have a The Spencer Smith North of the City Verse teaser, stuff's growing, it's just nowhere near as fast as my usual pace.

So, is BBB stealing everyone's lives or is it just me? Lucky this happens now, as I'm starting work on Monday and I don't think the constant sleep deprivation would buy me brownie points with the new employer. And yeah, it's Starbucks. How cool's that? When I told my parents, my mom nearly wet herself in excitement, so apparently the secret to making your folks happy is to completely fuck up your life, abandon your college education, quit your job, make an album that costs all the money you ever made. After that, landing a minimum wage job makes them proud. Wish I'd known that secret to success a while ago.

Jon's still not really talking to me, even though I'm now in on the secrets behind the widowhood (that a word?), but I get a lot of random flashes of naked, bleeding, chained-up Ryan at moments when I really find them very inapropriate. I want that gone by Monday, too. Also, someone went and wrote a Slaveverse, so you can maybe guess what I'm gonna spend the next couple of hours reading. Whee.

P.S: Funny how it goes, but Frank Iero of all people turned me on to the new Decemberists album. He's right. Genius.

Edit: yay, writing happening. Pete's my very favourite right now. I couldn't quite picture him and all of a sudden he's right there like bam, in the usual Wentz way, with a stable of incredibly pretty naked boys, making Jon the failiest and most embarrassed party guest ever. Epic fun.

My brain... no, seriously, characters are haunting me right this very moment. North of the City Verse shenanigans aren't forthcoming, but there is this little (yeah, ok, not so little) fic idea knocking against the inside walls of my skull. Seeing I've got a D/s kink the size of the hole in the ozone layer, it kinda revolves around that. Coping with no Chronicles? New D/s fic. Kinda obvious stuff.

The way it plays is, there's two kinky couples involved (yeah, been there, I know), only one of the couples doesn't start out as either kinky or a couple. It's hard to sum up my tangled thoughts on this right this moment cause not all the characters quite have faces yet. There shall be Doctor Bob, cause, let's face it, he needs to exist in more fic then just Wednesday night boys cause he's awesome. So, Doctor Bob is one half of one of the functioning kinky couple.

Brendon's the severly screwed up person turning into one half of the not-yet-kinky not-yet-couple. Now. Much as I want to be Spencer the very kink-reluctant counterpart who deals with Brendon's screwed-upness (that is too a word!), I'd also love Spencer being the sub part to Bob the Doctor's evil and epic topping (cause we all know how I feel about those two). Also, there's Jon and Ryan.

Now, if Spencer's the kink-avoiding top person, Jon could be the ex who broke Spencer's heart and the reason Spencer's sworn off relationships altogether. Until screwed up Brendon comes along to win said broken heart, obviously.

That'd leave me with Bob topping Ryan.

Alternatively, Spencer could be Bob's slut (excuse the candor, but... come on. It's a pretty picture). Which would leave Ryan or Jon to top screwed-up Brendon.

For the part of audience particiation: what do you think? Bob topping Spencer? If so, can Jon Walker the laid-back dude ever be turned into a top person at all in any possible universe? If it's happening to really help a screwed-up Brendon out?

Bob topping Ryan? Spencer the disillusioned single gay man who never ever wants anyone again until Brendon enters the picture? Completely different ideas for possible combinations? Like, whatever, Bob topping rubber ducks? Bob topping Mikeyway? Ryan topping Bob (and oh my god, my brain!!!)?

Gotta admit, right now I'm leaning toward Bob/Spencer and Jon/Brendon. Which means Ryan could be the single guy doing everything that moves while taking the piss out of the happily coupled folks. Also, on a side-note, these people are all gonna need jobs. Bob's the doc, we all know that, but what about the rest of them? I'm kinda looking at professional careers here and I was wondering if I could see Spencer and Jon and Ryan working architecture and carpentry and interior design. Yeah, no idea. Hit me up with random thoughts, that always helps.


Edit: Um, okay, apparently Bob's just written himself out of the picture and promoted Spencer to being the hot doc. And now Ryan's the screwed up dude while Spencer and Brendon are the happy kinky couple, leaving Jon to be the disillusioned widower. Cool, I can roll with that. I'll still need the jobs, though. Also, I'm gonna need one seriously evil (and I mean evil) kinky guy and I can't decide between Pete and Gabe. Thoughts on that?

Title: Angeles
Author: Raven
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Shane/Brendon/Spencer/Ryan/Jon
Warnings: D/s, bondage, toys, orgasm denial, unsafe sex, more-somes
Disclaimer: still not true, title by Elliott Smith
A/N: At the end. Chronicles.

So I'm shamelessly stealing this idea from randomepiphany , cause she did it for her Phylogeny Verse (which, guys... if you haven't read it, along with every sequel, you need to. No really. Need to. Very, very much. Cause you will bawl and cheer and do all sorts of other undignified things, but you won't care one bit cause it's so very wonderful it hurts. Pretty much better then anything else I've come across in the way of fic and stratospheres above what us mere mortals could ever hope to achieve to write. I think I made it quite clear, but yes. NEED TO READ.).

Yeah, back to the point I was trying to make before the stalkerish fangirling, she did a Q&A for her characters in that I loved very much, cause I loved the characters themselves very much (did I mention you need to read it?).

The point. Questions to the Chronicles folks? Anything from favourite kinks to favourite foods to favourite sex-soundtrack. Throw them at me. Go all out. One, I'm very curious what you'll come up with and what responses will come. Two, I'm hoping to get a little inspiration for the next couple of instalments cause my writing's doing that nasty procastination thing again. Three, fun. So yeah, ask away. Read Phylogeny. That is all.

So I'm guessing most folks have already read this, it was posted ages ago on anonlovefest and on chokemyfiction sometime after that. But yeah, I just re-read this and discovered I still liked it, so in case anyone missed out on the fun, here you go.

This was the original prompt:

Teenage dom!Ryan works his kinks out on Spencer. Spencer goes along with it, but doesn't admit how hard it gets him off. Then they meet teenage dom!Brendon, who wants to fuck them both into the floor. Dom!Ryan&Brendon then double team Spencer until he begs and screams.

(aka, more kink please.)

(aftercare would be awesome, especially aftercare that is not sickeningly mushy and sappy.)

Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, underage shenanigans, CBT, D/s, orgasm denial, spanking, the usual suspects.
Disclaimer: not real, Title belongs to Placebo

 

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Holy fucking shit, PLACEBO. New album. Incredible. Get it!

And that pretty much sums it up. I've been sitting here with shining Frodo eyes for the last half hour and while it's really bad form to squee before the official release date, I just couldn't help it. So good. Molko's voice is the shit, so very ON, production's great and it sounds raw and dirty and damn close to the best of their old stuff. I can't even, really. I feel about 13 right now. Also, I'll get to see them live in two weeks. I shall spend the rest of the night with an unnatural grin on my face.

On other news, the Spencer's coming along nicely stuck in his van of madness, we're having fun and I spend unreasonable amounts of time watching Adam T. Siska interviews, but who even gives a shit? PLACEBO. That is all.

So, I've generally been busy squeeing over new Way life, dreaming about Spencer Smith in leather boots and trying to get over my first (and quite possibly last) first person POV piece of writing.

I also had a Starbucks interview, which was fun and included mentions of Jon Walker and some guy from Nickelback cause that friendly Chinese store-manager was explaining to me that selling awesome coffee-products had been the quick and easy way for these people to become famous. Or something. Anyway, great fun and I hope I'll get the job. I also hope this isn't life imitating art, cause. Well, cause. Seriously, the Verse including Jon-the-barista wouldn't be my first choice if I had to pick one of my own creations to live in.

Spencer has announced he's taking over narration for the next part of the verse (no, he's like that. He doesn't ask.) and I'm kinda excited to see where this is gonna go, cause the amount of flaming fairieness he's exposing me to is great fun. He's also everyone's mother but we already knew that. I personally think Trish was right and he's gonna end up killing people.

He hates William Beckett. All of my characters hate William Beckett. I really don't quite get it cause I've kinda got a soft spot for him in a big way, what with the pretentious and those legs and frequent Conor Oberst referencing, but yeah, my characters hate him. He's probably just a really easy target for shitty one-liners. While I was contemplating the folks on the van, I was wondering if Gabe and Beckett had actually ever been in a band together for real. If so, who were the other poor souls in on that project? Midtown was Gabe and Pete, right?

I'm not dead-set on making it a real band, so if anyone out there has suggestions who should be in the van full of people I've made up, throw them my way. So far, there's a Gabe, a William and a Spencer. Pete's gotta stay in Chicago for reasons unknown to me right now, but he's got that intense thing going, so I daren't argue. Tomrad, for obvious reasons, can't be in, neither can any of the left-over Panics.

So yeah, your chance for some serious name-dropping and looking informed right here.

Title: Peppermints
Author: Raven
Pairing: I won't tell. Sorry. Brendon/Brendon's one true love.
POV: 1st, Brendon. Trust me on this. I know people generally hate it and there are a lot of arguments why maybe I shouldn't have, but.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: My name is Brendon Urie and I'm a prostitute.


Warnings: okay, in all honesty... this is a whole lot darker then the title would have you believe. It's also funny as fuck a lot of the time, but once it hits we're talking dark in the category of character death and insanity and plain disgusting imagery. While there's nothing all too graphic, there's a good bit of mind-fuckery at your fingertips if you click the button below, so proceed at your own risk. Also, language, prostitution, blasphemy, angst, drug addiction, blanket warning on all kink imaginable.

Disclaimer: another ramble right here. I am not Brendon Urie and neither is the guy telling this story. This is completely fictional and I do not claim to know, own or remotely understand any member of Panic at the Disco or any other characters mentioned. Title belongs to Commander Venus.

A/N: Can you tell I just freaked myself out by the vast amount of warnings and disclaimers? This is a prequel/coda to The role of the hero in antiquity, Brendon's take on life before Jon, Ryan and Spencer. Part of the North of the City Verse, 2500+.

 

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