Fic: The Sons & Daughters of Hungry Ghosts. Inception, Mal/Dom/Saito.
Title: The Sons & Daughters of Hungry Ghosts
Author: Aja
Pairing(s): all permutations of Mal/Dom/Saito
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,500
Warnings: mindfuckery, dark themes, mild descriptions of graphic imagery, mild dubious consent
Summary: Mal becomes Orpheus to save Dom, or maybe just to save herself.
Written for .
Challenge art is by koushi; view/review it here!
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fic: reason #398534 why Monte Carlo is never a good idea
So far in this fandom, i have consistently shown that i can only produce fic while drunk, drunk, or drunk. To this tally we can now add: while high on Vicodin.
This is a twitter fic that mirabellawotr told me to write. Apparently, she tells me to do things and I do things, because 1600 words eked out in 140-character-limit tweets later, I am bringing my shame to LJ to tell you all, DO NOT DO THIS AT HOME. And by “this” i mean, “please do not spam your twitter followers with terrible unbeta’d clichefic written off the cuff while you are nursing a burgeoning career as a dope fiend.”
But anyway, here is 1600 words of fake boyfriend twitterfic. And no, it hasn’t been beta’d, it’s twitterfic. The amount of self-loathing I feel right now is roughly equivalent to the amount that Arthur is going to feel when he wakes up in the morning and realizes that he got totally sloshed and pawed Eames’ Cavalli and Eames let him because he’s a posh slut.
(Eames’ Cavalli, btw, is this number from the Fall 2011 collection, because of course that is what he would wear to a gay cruise night in Monte Carlo, come on. Have I mentioned I was high when I wrote this.)
right, okay. onward.
Read MoreFic: Goes Down Easy. Arthur/Eames, NC-17, 5,000 words.
So, I’m supposed to be reviewing Moon Child instead of writing porn, but I said that if I magically was inspired to write something that I’d post it no matter what; and there’s this whole thing where Tom Hardy is a mythical being?
See also:
And now that I have your attention–porn.
Goes Down Easy.
5,000 words, NC-17, by Aja.
Protected: Table Stakes, et al
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Dear LJ, here is a brief update
I stole this from sometimesalways, who has all the best tumblr shit.
Read More5 things. :)
1.
okay,
a) WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOUR HAIR TOM.
b) dfjkfafjdkljdfklajdklajdalkjkl shirt. i do not even know what to do with that shirt.
c) MISCREANT. 
DDDDDDDDD
2. Last week we had snow. On Thursday, my back yard — technically the open courtyard below my apartment — looked like this:
Read MoreA fic rec. (or ok maybe a slew of fic recs but really just one)
Hi, el jay. I should have all kinds of updates and recs and flail here, but instead I just have this one thing, and that is:
In my head I compare this fic to calligraphy — slow, finely wrought, so smooth and painstaking and gentle, with a long slow build to the finish. This fic. Oh, this fic. It’s so cleanly written, so perfectly in-character and painful without ever losing faith; and the picture it gives you of Arthur and Eames and how well they both know and (yes, love) each other is breathtaking and confident and so beautiful. I love this fic so much. Currently it’s one of my favorites in the fandom.
I know it’s a WIP but there is a strong trend of people finishing their WIPs in this fandom, and this author has been updating pretty regularly. So, yeah. If you aren’t reading it, then why on earth not? And, I mean, in terms of amazing WIPs, I love Table Stakes, and the Military AU, and of course the newspaper AU, but so far this fic is my new standard for Inception fandom WIPs.
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Oh, and since I’m reccing WIPs (shut up, i’m kind of in over my head with WIPs at the moment), I might as well go ahead and tell you that amazingly_me‘s WIP where Arthur is the son of Santa Claus is the most wonderful thing ever to exist as a fandom holiday fic. Omg. *_* And Try To Keep It All the Year, Arthur/Eames.
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It is snowing today in Norfolk. Omg snow. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Read MoreTOM HARDY? BEING INDESCRIBABLY BIZARRELY DELIGHTFUL WHILE SEMI-NAKED? IT MUST BE FRIDAY.
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never thought i’d say this, but thank you, McG.
eta: oh no where did it go? D: I HOPE SOMEONE ELSE TOOK BETTER SCREENCAPS.
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