labyrinth recs

taken from elke_tanzer's i blame bowie (recs) and scattered logic's recs: i haven't started on the archives yet.

it seems to me this fandom is high on the high-class harlequin kind of thing. het does tend that way, doesn't it? but i'm feeling sort of addicted anyway, so without further ado, here you are, the results of my (to date) 1,600,042 minutes of reading:

a little place of forgetting by velviet. pg-13, a missing scene, which you don't see a lot of. it works in the movie and makes the movie more interesting, in my view.

do you want to play a game? by aisuru is the only humor(parody)fic i've yet encountered, and it made me laugh out loud. a lot. just really, really really funny.

and the thunder rolled, by edmondia dantes. dark and messily done, but with a kernel of idea which i feel is good. people say about fic like this that it's exploring the darker implications of something or other; usually when they say this what they mean is that someone has written a horror au and tried unsuccessfully to cram it into the source universe. however, the labyrinth universe does have some very dark echoes in the descent myth, and although i balked a bit at first, i decided that this one is really quite believable.

the enticement, by scattered logic. there's sex in it. i can't remember if it's nc-17 or r. anyway, it's the most harlequiny of all, because it's set all modernly, in the real world, and involves being snowed in in a cottage, and a lot of those scenes of realizing that you really like someone, and that it wasn't his fault he was an asshole and that kind of thing. sappy, sentimental, glorious trash; it's separated from harlequins by being much better-executed. for what it is, in fact (i believe the sap is inherent), it's very good and quite enjoyable. although after you read it you may want a something salty or sour to wash away the taste.

karl and viggo's manly-yet-gay camping adventure, lotr rps, karl urban/viggo mortensen, nc-17

i've finally finished it, and k'sal has finally recovered from everything to finish betaing it. i don't know how i could have ever thought i could finish it without her. the changes i made yesterday and the day before smoothed away the last splinters and now i'm *finally* happy with it.

i practically *sweated* this story out, as many of you will remember. it was begun at a very difficult time, just shortly after my dad's accident put him in an emergency room five hours from home. i was writing it on my laptop at the house of a family friend in between intensive care visiting hours. i continued to force it out in five hundred word pieces at a time all summer and fall. i distinctly remember crowing to thewayout when i got a couple of pages done in the bowl-crammed-with-stars scene; i remember hunching over the keyboard while my grandparents were visiting chewing my lip almost all the way off writing the walk-to-the-lake scene.

well, despite all that or because of it, i feel a tremendous sense of achievement being finally done, and i'm happy with the way it came out. even though i wrote something longer in two days last weekend!

i know you're skimming because you want the fic: here it is.

title: karl and viggo's manly-yet-gay camping adventure
author: cimorene
pairing: karl urban/viggo mortensen
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: both of them have kids, but i don't even know how old they are. this is all completely and totally made up.
summary: karl is tired of striking matches over soggy kindling with viggo.

(link goes to my fic journal because it won't fit in a single post)

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new default icon--it's brilliantly sunny out lately. hot and baking inside.

i dreamed the ac didn't work. that was fortunately not true. however, we've not turned it on yet... .

dementordelta...

i owe you a holmes/watson smutlet. i'm going to do that next. then the remix fic.

as perhael says, i should just get the remix fic out of the way and then i can dedicate myself to tim roth/gary oldman bunnies, of which i now have two (and a half, in point of fact).

i seem to have performance anxiety. when i signed up it didn't occur to me that i might worry about the original author's opinion of the remix... .

oh bugger.

well, anyway, what's done is done. (and what's not done isn't done, and when 'twere done, 'twere well if 'twere done quickly... .)