DARLINGS!
My deepest and most grovelling apologies! I am so sorry. I disappeared initially because I spent two nights at ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
son_of_darkness’ (AWW YEAH) making up fanfic of his original characters where creatore_magico’s scary demon was the Fonz and Kye’s angel cried a single crystal tear while he got raped in a dirty alley. It was a special time.
Also got to seemelusinahp for the first time in months. Her children are fantastic – Girl has definitely inherited her mother’s wit – and her husband cooks wonderfully and another friend, A, was there and I was so pleased <3. ALL WAS GOOD.
And then I unexpectedly went to Devon! Which is where my uncle lives. To stay with him and the family. Which was great, really; my aunt and my cousin Awful are both adorable in different ways, and my older cousin Terrible and my uncle click perfectly. The youngest cousin continues to be a demon, but maybe he’ll get over it.
The whole thing was fun but emotionally exhausting. My uncle, typically, is very cheery: he still feels no symptoms from the liver cancer (I can totally type those words. No denial here. Aargh) and is gleefully eating ill-advised amounts of chocolate.
Things are actually looking substantially more hopeful: I’m trying not to think about it yet in case it goes wrong but King’s College might get him a transplant. We’ll know in less than a week. So. *crosses fingers*
Also, finished rereading The Prisoner of Zenda between times. Where is my Rudolf/Rupert hatesex? Bonus points if Flavia’s there! Rereading it at twenty I actually know what Rupert’s trying to do when he forces his way into Antoinette’s room and she screams, which makes him rather less attractive; but he is such a Magnificent Bastard!
Also read quite a bit of Melusine again: excellent book, despite Sarah Monette’s RaceFail and the heavy deluge of angst. Although hilariously my aunt saw the cover (which is really terrible) and she was all MAYBE I SHOULD READ IT.
She was all smiley and enthusiastic, and I stood there and tried to work out how to explain that while I love our bonding over books, this one starts with a bloke being publically humiliated by the revelation that he was a prostitute when he was fourteen and then rides off merrily to hell in a handbasket via rape, madness, crippling injury, betrayal and dead lovers.
I mean, I took a ripping yarn, a book on women in sci-fi and my book of gay wizards and scarred cat burglars. Of all the things to ask about...! I was not expecting to have to explain all the rape in my reading material.
Speaking of which –
WHERE IS MY FIC, PEOPLE. SERIOUSLY.
I WANT ME SOME DAMN MALKAR/FELIX.
son_of_darkness’ (AWW YEAH) making up fanfic of his original characters where creatore_magico’s scary demon was the Fonz and Kye’s angel cried a single crystal tear while he got raped in a dirty alley. It was a special time.Also got to see
melusinahp for the first time in months. Her children are fantastic – Girl has definitely inherited her mother’s wit – and her husband cooks wonderfully and another friend, A, was there and I was so pleased <3. ALL WAS GOOD.And then I unexpectedly went to Devon! Which is where my uncle lives. To stay with him and the family. Which was great, really; my aunt and my cousin Awful are both adorable in different ways, and my older cousin Terrible and my uncle click perfectly. The youngest cousin continues to be a demon, but maybe he’ll get over it.
The whole thing was fun but emotionally exhausting. My uncle, typically, is very cheery: he still feels no symptoms from the liver cancer (I can totally type those words. No denial here. Aargh) and is gleefully eating ill-advised amounts of chocolate.
Things are actually looking substantially more hopeful: I’m trying not to think about it yet in case it goes wrong but King’s College might get him a transplant. We’ll know in less than a week. So. *crosses fingers*
Also, finished rereading The Prisoner of Zenda between times. Where is my Rudolf/Rupert hatesex? Bonus points if Flavia’s there! Rereading it at twenty I actually know what Rupert’s trying to do when he forces his way into Antoinette’s room and she screams, which makes him rather less attractive; but he is such a Magnificent Bastard!
Also read quite a bit of Melusine again: excellent book, despite Sarah Monette’s RaceFail and the heavy deluge of angst. Although hilariously my aunt saw the cover (which is really terrible) and she was all MAYBE I SHOULD READ IT.
She was all smiley and enthusiastic, and I stood there and tried to work out how to explain that while I love our bonding over books, this one starts with a bloke being publically humiliated by the revelation that he was a prostitute when he was fourteen and then rides off merrily to hell in a handbasket via rape, madness, crippling injury, betrayal and dead lovers.
I mean, I took a ripping yarn, a book on women in sci-fi and my book of gay wizards and scarred cat burglars. Of all the things to ask about...! I was not expecting to have to explain all the rape in my reading material.
Speaking of which –
WHERE IS MY FIC, PEOPLE. SERIOUSLY.
I WANT ME SOME DAMN MALKAR/FELIX.
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However, if you like Felix/Malkar then I get the feeling you'll love the, er, orgy & torture scene with Felix as a whore in Corambis.
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Ohhh that. I kinda enjoy it but actually I get way more enjoyment out of Mildmay's dream about the wolves and his finding out what Felix was doing - presses my id buttons harder than the orgy-becomes-gang-rape hits my smut buttons.
It's like being drowned in angst, that quartet. I need to reread it properly, actually; Mildmay and Felix's dysfunction, which seems in some sense to be Monette going See, Fantasy Authors, This Is What Traumatic Pasts Actually Do To People, is in weird but interesting contrast with Felix's very literary madness. I may have Thoughts.
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