So, I've been looking over my Christmas Card list for this year, and it's a paltry 37 names, and that's just unacceptable!
I LOVE sending out christmas cards, and I even have 3x4 or Gundam Wing themed cards to send out each year! I LOVE to send them out!
Comments are screened, OR, you can send my a private message on LJ if you want a Christmas Card.
PLEASE Send me your Addresses so I can increase my Christmas Card count and beat my personal record! I'm trying for 60 this year! Lets go, People!
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This is progress!
Perhaps I should join NaNoWriMo this month. I'm only a day behind. I signed up to look into it and... um... WHOOPS... apparently signing up commits you to it!
So, now I'm committed to NaNoWriMo and I haven't decided on a fic yet! *chews fingernails* Since I'd be writing a fanfic anyway, and it'd be 3x4 naturally, I thought I would ask people what they thought.
I don't use a plus account for moral reasons and I'm too cheap to buy a paid account so I can't make a poll- damn it- so.. Put your thoughts in the comments. Here are some fic ideas bouncing in my head.
1- Trowa is a country boy, finally getting out of the grips of his backwater family to go to college in California. but he didn't expect all the trouble that came with moving to the city. After getting in over his head and unwittingly dating a cheating guy, Trowa finds an unlikely ally in that mans first boyfriend- a gorgeous city-bred guy by the name of Quatre who owns an all-gay nightclub that rocks the California streets. Can Quatre help Trowa come to terms with the changes in his life, or will the city beat him out.
2. Quatre winner was just a child when he was taken. No one was sure exactly how old, and his Master, Lord Trowa, sure didn't care to ask before he drained his mothers blood. Since then, Master Trowa had kept him around for some odd reason, watching him grow, seeing him only at night. But Quatre wasn't afraid of him. Trowa was more afraid of him... and the visions that Quatre had of the coming destruction of Trowa's lineage. Together, can they stop the killing?
3. It was a world of power, cruelty, manipulation, sex, curses, and vengeance. And Trowa of the illustrious Barton Family was very, very good at playing the games of the Death Eaters. A year before his majority, Trowa is given an assignment from his grandfather to make an alliance with the powerful dark Winner family by offering his services to their heir at the floofy little Hogwarts School. What he didn't expect was that this heir was nothing like he expected. He was different. Completely different. When Trowa's allegiance is tested, he is forced to decide between his family, and the boy he is falling in love with.
So, tell me, which would you like to read for 50,000 words?
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scared - Music:This is Halloween
Dentelle_noir
Summary: AU 3x4. A suspicious accident leaves Trowa without a skating partner, sentencing him to a year without competition. Quatre is an injured dancer, trying to find a way to live without his joy. Together, they make new rules and find a new path.
Chapter Rating: M
Find previous chapters (and sidefics) here.
( Chapter 22 )
Put in a separate post so as not to bog down the fic
Dentelle_noir
Summary: AU 3x4. A suspicious accident leaves Trowa without a skating partner, sentencing him to a year without competition. Quatre is an injured dancer, trying to find a way to live without his joy. Together, they make new rules and find a new path.
Chapter Rating: M
Find previous chapters (and sidefics) here.
( Chapter 21 )
Dentelle_Noir
Summary: Quatre Duo friendship fic. For
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gypsy3x4. Special Thanks to my wonderful BFF
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<b>The Winner Walk-in of Doom.</b>
<i>Dentelle_Noir</i>
Summary: Quatre Duo friendship fic. For <lj user=gypsy3x4 >.
Special Thanks to my wonderful BFF <lj-user="Jess_Eklom"> who gave me the idea of using a closet to demonstrate freindship. BRILLIANT! I was having such a hard time before she helped me out!
There are some things that only certain people are trusted enough to do...
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Quatre surveyed the gigantic monstrosity with a glare. He had tackled middle eastern peace talks, dodged grenades, been a double agent, stared down the heads of rival companies, but looking at this monstrosity was something akin to torture.
And he had no one to blame but himself. He wasn't even about to beg Trowa to help because he knew what his lover would do, and he wasn't quite ready for the 'throw it all out and buy new things' stage. These were his things. His closet. His clothes.
About twenty minutes into staring at the closet (shaking in his boots) he picked up the cell and called for help. The only person he could trust with a chore like this...
"Duo?" Quatre whined as a hello.
"...are you injured?" he asked first, which Quatre replied with a no, "Are you in trouble" which Quatre replied with a yes. "Is the trouble life-threatening in any way?" And, as much as Trowa would kill him if he didn't get this closet done by the time he got home from his swim, Quatre drew the line there. He couldn’t answer yes when it wasn’t exactly life threatening.
"I need help cleaning out my closet..." he said in a little voice, hoping that it would soften the impact.
It didn't. Duo still made a strangled-cat sort of sound and pretended to go into convulsions on his side of the phone, "Dear God... Not the Winner walk-in of DOOM! I know we're friends but, how could you ASK that of me! I don't know, Quatre..."
Quatre looked at his closet.... 360 degrees of fabric. Some matching, some hideous... It didn't really matter. Trowa's clothes took up no less than one foot of space, squashed-in as it was, and Quatre had the rest of the massive walls to go through.
"Half of it doesn't fit me... Some of it's not even mine..." Was that a wedding dress? How did that get in there?
"Then send half off to the Orphans in Somalia and give the other half back to their owners and have a good time, I'm going out for lunch." Duo said (despite it being nearly 4pm and Quatre knew very well that Duo could never go past noon for lunch. Ever.)
He knew he had no choice.... He started playing dirty.
*sniffle* "It's just...so daunting... and I'm all alone... Trowa said he'd throw everything out, even my suits, if I didn't do it today." he sniffled again just for good measure.
Duo began to waver; Quatre could hear it in his breathing! He kept going, "And, I would hardly know where to send it... I'm sure there are orphans here who'd be better served with my Armani Kid! clothes, and you would know..."
Duo was really on the fence now, "But Quatre.... Trowa was nearly killed in that closet when your shoes fell on him a few days ago! I SAW the black eye!"
Okay, the sniffles were softening up the target, it was time to go in for the kill....
"O-oh...okay Duo, I- I'm sorry for asking. It's... it's all my fault that my closet is this bad. I won't bother you again. I'm sorry."
And that was it.
Within twenty minutes, Duo was at his house, pulling his sleeves up and running full tilt into the closet beside him, grabbing the first thing he saw, "Hey! That's MY wedding dress! THAT'S where it went to..."
....Quatre wasn't even going to ask....
<i>Dentelle_Noir</i>
Summary: Quatre Duo friendship fic. For <lj user=gypsy3x4 >.
Special Thanks to my wonderful BFF <lj-user="Jess_Eklom"> who gave me the idea of using a closet to demonstrate freindship. BRILLIANT! I was having such a hard time before she helped me out!
There are some things that only certain people are trusted enough to do...
<lj-cut>
<hr>
Quatre surveyed the gigantic monstrosity with a glare. He had tackled middle eastern peace talks, dodged grenades, been a double agent, stared down the heads of rival companies, but looking at this monstrosity was something akin to torture.
And he had no one to blame but himself. He wasn't even about to beg Trowa to help because he knew what his lover would do, and he wasn't quite ready for the 'throw it all out and buy new things' stage. These were his things. His closet. His clothes.
About twenty minutes into staring at the closet (shaking in his boots) he picked up the cell and called for help. The only person he could trust with a chore like this...
"Duo?" Quatre whined as a hello.
"...are you injured?" he asked first, which Quatre replied with a no, "Are you in trouble" which Quatre replied with a yes. "Is the trouble life-threatening in any way?" And, as much as Trowa would kill him if he didn't get this closet done by the time he got home from his swim, Quatre drew the line there. He couldn’t answer yes when it wasn’t exactly life threatening.
"I need help cleaning out my closet..." he said in a little voice, hoping that it would soften the impact.
It didn't. Duo still made a strangled-cat sort of sound and pretended to go into convulsions on his side of the phone, "Dear God... Not the Winner walk-in of DOOM! I know we're friends but, how could you ASK that of me! I don't know, Quatre..."
Quatre looked at his closet.... 360 degrees of fabric. Some matching, some hideous... It didn't really matter. Trowa's clothes took up no less than one foot of space, squashed-in as it was, and Quatre had the rest of the massive walls to go through.
"Half of it doesn't fit me... Some of it's not even mine..." Was that a wedding dress? How did that get in there?
"Then send half off to the Orphans in Somalia and give the other half back to their owners and have a good time, I'm going out for lunch." Duo said (despite it being nearly 4pm and Quatre knew very well that Duo could never go past noon for lunch. Ever.)
He knew he had no choice.... He started playing dirty.
*sniffle* "It's just...so daunting... and I'm all alone... Trowa said he'd throw everything out, even my suits, if I didn't do it today." he sniffled again just for good measure.
Duo began to waver; Quatre could hear it in his breathing! He kept going, "And, I would hardly know where to send it... I'm sure there are orphans here who'd be better served with my Armani Kid! clothes, and you would know..."
Duo was really on the fence now, "But Quatre.... Trowa was nearly killed in that closet when your shoes fell on him a few days ago! I SAW the black eye!"
Okay, the sniffles were softening up the target, it was time to go in for the kill....
"O-oh...okay Duo, I- I'm sorry for asking. It's... it's all my fault that my closet is this bad. I won't bother you again. I'm sorry."
And that was it.
Within twenty minutes, Duo was at his house, pulling his sleeves up and running full tilt into the closet beside him, grabbing the first thing he saw, "Hey! That's MY wedding dress! THAT'S where it went to..."
....Quatre wasn't even going to ask....
Thank you for everyone who helped me, all my betas, and especially all my readers.
Keep in Time won
~Best Novel!~
in the Kumoricon fic contest!
Special love goes out to:
chilled_flame for pushing me along and being my review-rival (I don't think she knew she was! hehe), and my competition for the last stretch. Couldn't have done it without you, Tiff!mellonemrys for encouraging me to enter, thank you, and making sure I didn't forget the fic, ever.osco_blue_fairy for her incredible beta skills of so, so, SO many chapters in SUCH a short time! I still owe you a present, but you haven't sent me your mailing addy!wolfco_tr for betaing on such short notice, halo_seventeen and ramune_rockstar for their beta skills and personal encouragement from conception to finish,and especially, my best friend, spring board, and cheer leading squad,
jess_eklom. *hugs* Seriously... my fics don't get written without her. *snugs snugs snugs*Dentelle_noir
Prompt from
wolfco_tr: Kitty Stuck in a TreeSummary: Au. 3+4 fluff. Neko and were fic. Cats and Dogs never got along, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and sometimes cooperation is needed. Even if neither party seems to like each other much.
AN: This began was an RP idea that
jess_eklom and I did a few weeks back, and the idea was completely hers I think! It just seemed to fit so nicely with the prompt! I hope you all enjoy it!( From his perch high up in the branches, Quatre purred, “You can leave now.” )
Keep In Time: Hot Cocoa 1x2 for fireflypenance
by: Dentelle_noir
Summary: 1x2. Pg-13 for suggestive content. On holidays, most people have fun, go out, relax, and spend time with the people they love. Heero Yuy is not most people. But that’s why Duo has a plan...
Prompt; Hot Cocoa for
fireflypenance( Duo had a backpack full of supplies and determination in his eyes. Heero didn’t have a chance. )
Dentelle_noir
Summary: 1x2 first meeting, side-story to Keep in Time for
lilzazu. Heero Yuy is a gold medalist skater, and the school’s hottest star. Anything he wants, he gets. No one can touch him. Or so he thought.( The track looped around the entire back yard of the school, and the whole track was lined with little orange pylons that belonged to Heero Yuy. )
Dentelle_noir
Summary: AU 3x4. A suspicious accident leaves Trowa without a skating partner, sentencing him to a year without competition. Quatre is an injured dancer, trying to find a way to live without his joy. Together, they make new rules and find a new path.
( Chapter 20 )
Dentelle_noir
Summary: AU 3x4. A suspicious accident leaves Trowa without a skating partner, sentencing him to a year without competition. Quatre is an injured dancer, trying to find a way to live without his joy. Together, they make new rules and find a new path. Find all chapters here.
( Chapter 19 )
AN: I know it's a shorter chapter, but it's a very important one. Only 2 chapters left until the end!
I really want to get started on the Drabble Offers that I put out about a week ago. When I posted that, I was under the impression that I would be off work for an extended period of time-- I work as a supply teacher, so I only work when another teacher is sick, you see.
But the day after I posted them, I got called in to do full time for a week, going from last tues to today, monday. Now, as far as I know, Today will be my last day with this class, but who knows! The way this place has been screwing around with me, I might be asked at 7pm tonight to come in tomorrow too. But that would be good news for me, since... work=pay, right?
Anyway, as far as I know, I should be done today for a few days, and then I can work on the Drabbles.
So, if you still want to give me a prompt and a pairing, I'm totally willing to write fic for you! I should be able to do it this week! Go ahead and prompt away!
Also, if you have already given me a prompt but have thought of another, PLEASE! Go ahead and add! More than one prompt is fun!
So, I haven't forgotten. Not dead. And new writing SOON!
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geeky
Dentelle_noir
Summary: AU 3x4. A suspicious accident leaves Trowa without a skating partner, sentencing him to a year without competition. Quatre is an injured dancer, trying to find a way to live without his joy. Together, they make new rules and find a new path. Find all chapters here.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy the chapter, it's a little more angst, but I promise, it all has a purpose.
( Chapter 18 )
Dentelle_noir
Summary: AU 3x4. A suspicious accident leaves Trowa without a skating partner, sentencing him to a year without competition. Quatre is an injured dancer, trying to find a way to live without his joy. Together, they make new rules and find a new path. Find all chapters here.
( Chapter 17 )
DRABBLE OFFER TIME!
SO! Just write in the comments below a prompt and a character/pairing.
To add a little zing to this one, too, I'm going to ask if you WANT, just for fun, to give me a setting as well, and we'll see where these go!
So! Prompt away!
Fandoms I have written for include: Gundam wing, duh. Ouran host club, and Prince of Tennis. I'm also willing to try writing for: Tsubasa, Doctor Who, Supernatural, and I might even be open to new suggestions.
