Dream on

sso. i think i have a bunny for a humongous, the size of war and peace sort of rps fic. involving my latest OTP, Lordi and Dima, of course.

it is still really hazy but the main idea is that te band consists of real monste - and somehoe, dima starts turing i into one by sheer association. (*wink wink nudge nudge*) lots of creepy horror stuff and of course the hot sex, but emphaisis on the plot and how the hell Dima will delal with the whole thing.

'shakes head'

what have i gotten myself into?

(of course there is also the bunny wit complete whore!Dima who has actually met Lordi before the ESC in the traditional groupie backstage fashion, and this leads to,. ah, interesting tings. (Growly shispers of "Stioll love being on your knees, boy?". anyone?)

aehm. otgher than that, life is still normal. can't wait for Friday.... and I sthink I will buyt eh pale blue eyeshadow to dust my skin with from Rovaniemi - it will be cheaper, the selection is better, and if it backfires, I can always go for the just-plain-pale option....

but yeah. 'tis life.

Meep. I just realized Ihave fic to write for rophurtsmybrain, s would someone lovely be willing to beta a very short Orlando Bloom/Christopher Lambert piec? That, and a longer - hopefyullyu - Antonio/Johnny one?

sigh*

I suck.

Title: Metafuck: Revolutions
Author: Arabwel
E-mail: Arabwel at yahoo dot com
Pairing: Err… Antonio Banderas/Johnny Depp/Enrique Iglesias and Sands/El/Lorenzo
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Three’s the charm, in more ways than one…
Word count: 1017, since they wouldn’t shut up.
Disclaimer: As if. Never happened, never will, and not mine in any case
Feedback: Yes, please
Archive: The challenge archive, any meta archives, otherwise drop me a line and you can have
Notes: I am on a roll here; three entries written during the night of 30th and 1st…’
Someone kill me now; I wrote RPS starring Enrique Iglesias.
And yes, I know that my tense usage in this one is shitty, but so is my current state of mind since it’s Stupid O’clock in the morning and I am feeling productive.

( In the end, it was no one’s fault… not really )

Title: Metafuck (Or: Just how fucking many is a crowd?)
Author: Arabwel
E-mail. Arabwel at yahoo dot com
Rating: R
Pairing: Johnny Depp/Antonio Banderas, implied Johnny Depp/Enrique Iglesias, Sands/El, Jack/James,
Summary: It’s getting crowded in Johnny’s head, and he’s not the only one…
Disclaimer: Never happened. It’s just make-believe.
Word count: 100
Feedback: Yes, please
Archive: The challenge archive, any Meta archives, anyone who wants this, just drop me a line and you can have
Author’s Notes: Written for the "The Batshit Crazy Metafic o' Doom Challenge" and once again, the victim of lack of sleep and too much caffeine.
All mistakes are mine, since I don’t want to bother my beta with this sort of random crap.
I found out about the challenge 3 days before the deadline, angsted about it for two days, and began writing this just before midnight on the 30th. Ten plot bunnies struck, and the rest is, as they say, history.
The tile comes from a v. bad typo in the original filename….
Dedicated to my therapist, who will probably refuse to read this on account of wanting to hold to what’s left of her sanity.

( It was getting crowded in his head. )