This flu business sucks. ;_; I feel much better, but my head hurts, and it refuses to stop. Stupid head. So. I'm not exactly well enough to be awfully coherent, but I'm too bored not to stalk LJ. So I stalk.
As I was staring at my ceiling, feverish, and possibly slightly intoxicated due to too much cough syrup, I've, naturally, amused myself with various plot-bunnies. Sadly, they were all work-related. They were tales of promotions, bonuses, intrigue, and murder. Definitely angsty stuff. *shakes head* I need to go back to my regular fluffy Harry/Draco. *nods* (And possibly try to write some fluffy Arthur/Merlin, but shhhhhh! Damn it! It was a bad idea to watch that show while so ill. I think that half of the things I thought I've seen happen, probably never have. Does Arthur ever claim he has a fetish for Merlin's ears? And then he tries to nibble on them?)
Obviously, I fail yet again as far as promised ficlets are concerned. So I made a PLAN, hoping I'll manage to finish them all before the end of this year. This plan is more for me than an exciting read for you, but I'm posting it here as a guideline. And so you know when to expect your gift. I'll try to stick with this plan, and I'll try to make my drabbles more drabblish, though I'll probably won't manage. OH HELL! (If your story turns out to be shorter than someone else's, please don't think that's because I HATE YOU AND YOUR PROMPT, it just means I had greater control over the ficlet.)
Also, this table below is a bit unrealistic, obviously. I don't think I'll actually have time to post on Christmas Day. :D It's just a rough sketch, because I need to organize myself, clearly. I shuffled things around to write a H/D and a non-H/D story every day.

( My plan! Let me show you it! )
If you're listed here for a birthday fic, and would rather give me a prompt, then do that now. You don't have to though, I'll think of something.
A major hug to all, especially the well-wishers and the sick part of my flist.
BAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean the part of my flist that's sick.
BAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean the part of my flist that has FLU! LOL!
As I was staring at my ceiling, feverish, and possibly slightly intoxicated due to too much cough syrup, I've, naturally, amused myself with various plot-bunnies. Sadly, they were all work-related. They were tales of promotions, bonuses, intrigue, and murder. Definitely angsty stuff. *shakes head* I need to go back to my regular fluffy Harry/Draco. *nods* (And possibly try to write some fluffy Arthur/Merlin, but shhhhhh! Damn it! It was a bad idea to watch that show while so ill. I think that half of the things I thought I've seen happen, probably never have. Does Arthur ever claim he has a fetish for Merlin's ears? And then he tries to nibble on them?)
Obviously, I fail yet again as far as promised ficlets are concerned. So I made a PLAN, hoping I'll manage to finish them all before the end of this year. This plan is more for me than an exciting read for you, but I'm posting it here as a guideline. And so you know when to expect your gift. I'll try to stick with this plan, and I'll try to make my drabbles more drabblish, though I'll probably won't manage. OH HELL! (If your story turns out to be shorter than someone else's, please don't think that's because I HATE YOU AND YOUR PROMPT, it just means I had greater control over the ficlet.)
Also, this table below is a bit unrealistic, obviously. I don't think I'll actually have time to post on Christmas Day. :D It's just a rough sketch, because I need to organize myself, clearly. I shuffled things around to write a H/D and a non-H/D story every day.
( My plan! Let me show you it! )
If you're listed here for a birthday fic, and would rather give me a prompt, then do that now. You don't have to though, I'll think of something.
A major hug to all, especially the well-wishers and the sick part of my flist.
BAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean the part of my flist that's sick.
BAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean the part of my flist that has FLU! LOL!
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