mission impossible

task, as set by various guilty parties: write a prison fic.

...until dacia upped the ante and demanded that I include a specific line about raccoons and size and... well...

*cracks knuckles*

Clearly I'm overdue for another post-con fic.

Cover me, I'm going in.

fic: Hell, No!

And here we go.

( Don't forget! FOOD is for EATING. )

Okay, now about those raccoons...

Hell, No -- second installment, spammage continues.

Eheheh. Okay, so some of this won't make sense without the AX experience, but hopefully it'll come together even if you weren't there with the madness at the Marriot patio. See, thejennabides and windsorblue were going on about how there's no prison fic for Trowa & Quatre, and somehow this merged with my commentary on Jock Sturges being arrested a few years back for taking photographs of young children at a nudist beach in France -- Sturges, by the way, is one of the most amazing artisans when it comes to light and shadow across bodies, such that you don't even notice the bodies, only the play of light across muscles and skin, and it's not prurient, but beautiful. Anyway. Somehow all that segued into me announcing that what our fandom really needs is prison fic...about sharona1x2 and klingonpoo, of whom at least one of the pair was sitting right there looking baffled.

And since at Otakon I once wrote a fic purposefully to tweak Sharon & haven't repeated that again despite intending to, and last year I'd just written fic for Leslie, I guess it's time to put them together...in a cell. With binoculars. And something really worth sticking around to watch...

( And so the madness, and spammage, continues. )

Oi, I scare myself sometimes.