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| Thursday, December 10th, 2009 | |
| 10:40 pm | Idol RPF: Drive-By Devotion (Adam/Tommy) haha, okay, so here is the full version of the ludicrous porn story I started on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} aianonlovefest the other day. I had it finished a bit earlier today but ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} merryish said it was too much porn for noon, but good for 2am, and I had to agree, so I waited a bit to post. :> Seriously, this is even more x-rated and also even more COMPLETE CRACK than before, you are warned. Drive-By Devotion (6,970 words) Adam/Tommy, so very very adult & explicit It seemed like a good idea after five martinis in the Wynn high-rollers bar. (Read the story!) You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 | |
| 12:23 pm | adam doesn't like riesling It has been kind of a crazy up and down week here, for reasons which do not need exploring at this juncture (and that is aside from the ones related to Adam Lambert fandom, which is clearly a ride for people who enjoy rollercoasters, wow) but I am now settling in for a day of coding, and wanted to share some fannish happy first: In which Adam meets an interviewer who does not have a future as a bartender (his expressions starting from where she's all "What's Chianti?" and then describes what she thinks a hot toddy is, possibly most hysterical thing ever) (skip to ~0:50 and watch to the bitter end, lol): Brief yet satisfying fandom collision @ 1:40 where Panic! at the Disco answer fan mail and Brendon says Adam looks "damn fine" in guyliner, lol: \o/ You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| 12:23 pm | Dear Yuletide Writer! Now that assignments are out, I thought I would take a moment to write up my own letter! ♥ Dear Yuletide Writer: First off, these are in no particular order, I shuffle my requests a bunch before I finally make them and I will be delighted with ANY of these. And as always, the main thing for me is for you to write something you are excited to write. Ignore all my details and this letter, too, if the fandom and characters inspire you in some other direction. If you want MORE information on any of these, you can contact geeklite to be a sekrit go-between, as obvs you would not want to write to yuletide as that would kind of give it away to me! *g*RequestFandom1: Dracula the Series RequestFandomChar1: Lucard RequestDetail1: Lucard/anyone, ideally slash? I know this is totally obscure, but he really is pretty and on my LJ you can find pimping posts? (PS: Lucard/Adam Lambert would TOTALLY be my jam if you were so inclined.) Some random ideas: Lucard/Lacroix (from Forever Knight), Lucard/Methos, Lucard meets the Twilight vampires and arranges to have them all destroyed (cough), etc etc. So chances are you did not match with me on this one, but if you are an intrepid fandom explorer and want to know more, the best resource is the Lucard's Home Page site -- old but still kicking! Basically, Lucard just does not quite belong in his own show, and I would kind of adore seeing him in a more realistic-yet-still-over-the-top setting! You can pair him off with other characters from the show, original character(s) of your own devising, crossovers, whatever. This fandom is so tiny that it is always just a moment of glee to get anything for it at all. :D RequestFandom2: RPF - American Idol S8 RequestFandomChar2: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen RequestDetail2: I would totally love some Adam/Kris! Anything from silly friendship to kinky slash goes. I especially am fond of wacky AUs, so you know, Adam and Kris in space or Adam as an elf wizard and Kris as a warrior prince in some random fantasy universe, ALL GOOD. Something inspired by any of the songs on Adam's album, also A++++. If you are not up for Kradam, I would also go for Adam/pretty much anyone, crossovers with real/fictional characters welcome. :D That pretty much sums it up -- if we matched on this one you are probably in that same first flush of fannish glee with me, so go with whatever you are inspired to write and I will be happy! \o/ If you want some more ideas, I am ludicrously happy with Adam's album and particularly adore Master Plan, so hey, if you wanted to write something inspired by that song, that would be awesome. :D RequestFandom3: Twin Peaks RequestFandomChar3: Audrey Horne/Dale Cooper RequestDetail3: Audrey/Cooper fic either romantic or partnership would be amazing -- weird AUs or futurefic lovely; maybe her rescuing him from the Black Lodge (or her getting trapped in there with him?) Maybe something from her point of view? This is another of those fandoms where I never get enough -- I adore Audrey to bits and pieces; she is one of those far-too-few girls on tv where I was happy to imprint on her, and I have never quite gotten over the abrupt cutting-off of the Cooper/Audrey romance in the show and their being shoved in with other partners. Anything you want to do with this pairing will thrill me, whether they are just friends running around investigating something bizarro in the strange land that is Twin Peaks, or if they fall into each other's arms in the process. RequestFandom4: Witchblade (tv) RequestFandomChar4: Ian Nottingham/Kenneth Irons/Sara Pezzini RequestDetail4: Here I would be entirely thrilled with either Ian/Irons or Sara/Irons or a threesome or gen -- something to do with their entangled fates, the Witchblade moving and controlling all of them together. Extra awesome if Irons thinks he's more in control than he actually is, and is disabused. Please nothing schmoopy, and ideally not *just* Sara/Ian. What can I say, I am a junkie for evil masterminds. I love the tv series version of Kenneth Irons and how he's at once fascinated and fascinating by Sara, and his tangled relationship with Ian. Any way you play this out would delight me, though, as I have been begging for this one for years and have never gotten it except for torch's fabulous drabble, sobbbbb. *g* You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| 12:23 pm | Idol RPF: In Writing, alternate ending! (Adam/Kris) destina gets my entire raison d'rpf right here. (Talking about J2, but it totally works for me more broadly.) In other news, so I ended up writing an alternate ending for In Writing, haha -- it splits off where Adam comes home and is 100000% more cracktastic: Kris stood up as Adam opened the door and came in, saying, "No, I don't have an umbrella, why would I have an umbrella! I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" He had the phone jammed under one ear, a suit bag clutched against his chest and half under his jacket, and he was carrying a newspaper over his head. It hadn't done any good; he was dripping on the marble floor , and his hair was this combination of plastered down and sticking up all over the place. He tossed his phone and keys into the basket by the door, dumped the wet newspaper on the floor with a splat, and held out the wet suit bag at arm's length. "Fuck me," he announced, and then turned around and jumped. "Kris?" "Uh, yeah," Kris said, sharply, because okay, it was one thing if Adam had pretty much sent his minions to get him Kris—not that that wasn't bad enough—but if he'd done it and forgotten— "Oh my God, they actually got you!" Adam said excitedly, dropped the bag, and came right at him. "Uhh—" Kris said, backing away, except he had to look back to avoid his guitar, and ended up pounced onto the couch by a hundred sixty pounds of wet rockstar. "I have to have more faith in them!" Adam said, nuzzling in at Kris's neck. "I can't believe they pulled this off." "They, what, I," Kris said feebly, waving his arms and legs around helplessly as a flipped turtle. Adam smelled like airplane and wet leather, and his dick was huge. Adam sat up and shucked his jacket onto the coffee table, followed by his t-shirt. "Uh, Adam," Kris said, staring up at him, "We're not having sex." "Oh, come on, we so are," Adam said, pausing with his hands on his belt. "It's not in the contract!" Kris said. Adam frowned like he was really puzzled. His eyeliner was running a little, drawing lines from the corners of his eyes, pulling them long. "You think we're going to sleep together and not have sex?" "You freaking sicced 19 on my whole life!" Kris said. "You think I want to have sex with you after that?" Okay, so Kris kind of did, but there was a principle to be defended here. "I'll make it up to you?" Adam offered, sly tilt of his head sideways, like he was offering up a secret. "With blowjobs?" He rolled his hips while he said it. "No," Kris said. It came out kind of weakly. A blowjob sounded great. "Please?" Adam said. He flipped up the hem of Kris's t-shirt and bent quick to nuzzle his cold nose against Kris's belly, breathing out hot to chase it. Kris gulped hard. "I give really amazing blowjobs." Of course he did. "No," Kris said again, even more weakly. Adam let out an unhappy groaning noise, his whole face pressed against Kris's stomach. His mouth was right over the top of Kris's button-fly. Kris tried not to thrust up. "Okay, I can be patient," Adam said, and sat up. "Have you seen the place? Is it amazing?" "What?" Kris said, whiplashed away from impending blowjob. Adam tugged him up and dragged him on a tour through the house, making little squeaky noises of glee every time he opened a closet or looked into a room. "Did you buy this place in five minutes or something?" Kris asked, limping after him. His jeans were way too tight right now. "I've never been here before," Adam said. "19 got it for me while I was on tour!" "Great," Kris said. "Just don't forget to change the locks." They ransacked the fridge and pulled out piles of imported cold cuts and cheese and apples that someone had stocked, and Adam broke out a bottle of wine, and they ended up trading crazy tour stories over the table while it kept pouring outside, pattering comfortably on the deck in a way that sounded like home. Kris kept forgetting he was pissed-off at Adam, and by the time they got through most of the bottle, he was feeling warm and pretty happy. He'd missed Adam a lot. "Okay, come on," Adam said finally, wrapping a hand around Kris's wrist, and pulled him upstairs back to the master bedroom. Kris belatedly set his heels at the side of the bed. "I'm not getting naked," he said. "I am!" Adam said. His dick looked even bigger when he wasn't wearing anything. Kris tried not to look at it while he got into the bed on the other side in his t-shirt and boxers. The silk sheets were cool and slippery and distracting. Adam turned off the lights and got into bed. Kris got ready to fend off a grab, but Adam didn't touch him. After a moment, he sighed deeply, and the bed shifted. "Mm," Adam said. "You are not jerking off over there," Kris said. "Oh I am," Adam said, low and breathily. "I don't freaking believe you," Kris said. "This is good," Adam said, sounding almost pained. "This is so good. Keep talking. Oh my God, this is so hot. I'm so glad we're waiting. Kris, are you hard?" "Fuck you, seriously," Kris said devoutly, because yeah he was hard, no fucking kidding he was hard, Adam had taunted him with blowjobs and now this was some kind of phone sex except in the same room—same bed— "Mm, here," Adam said, and caught Kris's hand. He brought it to his mouth and licked the palm, one straight line up the middle broad and wet and sloppy. "You're such a jerk," Kris said, and shoved his now-wet hand into his shorts and grabbed his dick. "Uhh. Fuck." "I'm not," Adam said, panting, next to him. "I'm not, I just want you so much, Kris, oh my God, Kris," and he was rolling over and pinning Kris under him, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling in, so eager, so hungry. Kris let Adam push his hands under his shirt and lift it off over his head, and then he was naked with Adam and it was good, it was better than good. "Please?" Adam was saying in his ear, his hand sliding over Kris's on his cock, interlacing their fingers. "I promise, it'll be amazing." "Fine," Kris said, as sulkily as he could manage while Adam was doing awesome things to his dick and snuggling him at the same time, "but my contract's up in six months. What're your evil minions gonna do then?" Adam laughed and nibbled on his ear as his hand started to slide back and forth. "Baby, they have a renewal clause," he said. = End = You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| 12:23 pm | Idol RPF & Supernatural snippets! I have written a couple of bits and pieces the last few days while I pound out my revisions and work on code and on the giant auction fic ( teneagles, it is now 17,000 words and counting, so that is why it is taking forever :P) so here they are collected up:Kris wings photoshoot for krismc09, from the latest ontd_ai Kradam party:Kris is grinning like an enormous dork, tottering around the dressing room on the huge platforms with the little black wings bobbing behind him, and meanwhile all Adam can think is how much he wants to touch, wants to sink his hands into feathers and hair and slide them over skin and make Kris feel it too, and then Kris says, "Ow!" and it turns out that the whole envision-the-reality-you-want thing Adam has had going since Burning Man is a little more literal than he'd realized, and now Kris actually has a pair of adorable little black-feathered wings. "Thanks a lot," Kris says, fluttering the wings in the mirror, trying to peer over his own bare shoulder to see. The wings blend into his back, attaching at the shoulders. "I didn't know!" Adam says, edging a little closer. His hands are aching to touch. "How could I know? They're -- " He wants to say you, but the whole point of this photoshoot is that they aren't, even if there's something just as ridiculously improbable and delicious about the little black wings as there is about all the rest of Kris. "They're cute," he settles for saying. "I can't even fly with them," Kris says. "You couldn't give me real wings? That would be cool, man." Adam creeps just that last bit closer, and risks putting a hand on Kris's back, just beside the left wing. He brushes his thumb along the ridge where it rises away from the body. Kris drags in a loud, startled breath, and falls silent. The wings rise and fall a little, but they don't flinch away. "Maybe they'll grow," Adam says softly, and buries his face in feathers. Sam and Dean trapped on American Idol for veronamay, from the awesome, awesome, awesome Changing Channels commentfic meme:"So what are you doing this week?" the tall black-haired guy asks, leaning in to the mirror to check his eyeliner. Dean blinks, still a little whiplashed from the last moments of singing the fourth round of "C is for Crunchy Carrot" and says, "Uhhh." Sam makes the save, so maybe he knows what this is, although he's looking confused and wary. "We haven't picked yet, what about you?" "You didn't hear me yelling about it last night? They cleared the Zep!" the guy says. "The Zep?" Dean says. The guy throws him an eyebrow-popped look and throws his head back and yowls out a perfect Robert Plant wail of "Wooooo-maaaaaan!" that practically makes the walls shake. "Awesome," Dean says, a little starry-eyed, and jumps as Sam elbows him. "What?" "So what are you going to sing?" Sam says through gritted teeth, and Dean stares at him. "I have to sing?" Dean says. "This is American Idol," the rock god says. "Wait," Dean says to Sam, "how can we be on American Idol? Isn't that -- real?" Sam shrugs helplessly. "Baby, this is about as real as Fruit Loops," the rock god says. "Don't worry. Danny's doing Dream On, so really, it's all up from there." # "Oh, you're kidding me," Sam says, and slams the door to Kris and Adam's room as fast as he opened it, because he really didn't need to see that. "Goddammit, Dean!" he yells through the door. Dean yells something back, but it comes out muffled. Sam turns around, pissed; he isn't sure whether they have to get voted on or off to make it through this one, but he's really damn sure this isn't going to help either way. "I don't think we're getting your guitar right now." Kris is still staring at the door. He looks slammed, like he can't decide between jealousy and just plain misery. Later, in the kitchen downstairs, Sam jabs Dean with an elbow. "You're a dick," he says, with feeling. "Shut up, you heard him rehearse," Dean says, around a mouthful of chocolate cake, custom-baked. "Jesus, Sammy, this is good. I like this one. Maybe we can stay a while." "Only until after you sing tomorrow," Sam says meanly, except the next day Dean opens his mouth and belts out Living On A Prayer like a champ, or at least like someone who can get more than two notes on key in a row, and their duet of Back In Black gets a nod from Simon, and Danny butchers his song so badly there's no chance he's not going home. "So we get another week, huh," Dean says, leering hopefully at Adam in his Elvis leather, and saunters over towards him. Sam glares after him. Kris is at the other end of the dressing room, crumpled and sad and pretending he's not watching. "Sorry," Sam says to him, and Kris starts and looks guilty. "No, uh, it's," Kris says hurriedly, and gets busy packing up his guitar. But in the limo on the way home, Sam overhears him saying to Adam, low, "I didn't think he was your type." He's trying for a joking tone. It crashes and burns. Adam looks over at him and the smile that curves his lips couldn't be more satisfied. "He's not," Adam murmurs, leaning in close. His fingers curl around the side of Kris's neck, and Kris shivers visibly. "His mouth is beautiful, though, don't you think?" Adam flicks a sly, gleeful-wicked look over Kris's head right at Sam while he says it. Sam stares at him, and makes the mistake of looking over at Dean, sitting on the other side next to the minibar and putting a beer bottle to his mouth. Sam hates the trickster so fucking much. \o/ You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| 12:23 pm | brought to you by not-rare fandoms while discussing yuletide nominations with elynross:
astolat ahahaha omg
astolat Stephenie Meyer - Twilight series
* astolat dies
astolat wow can we let it through
astolat and then manually match it
astolat only to people who will write stories about like
astolat Edward bursting into flames
astolat Bella running away to become a porn star
astolat or actually
astolat no
astolat I want
astolat Kat Allison's twilight fanfic
astolat where they try to live together and it all goes
grim and horribly wrong in a brutally realist way
astolat and Edward stops sparkling
(PS: katallison, everyone I have shared this insight with agrees we really do want to read your Twilight fanfic)(PPS: elyn said no :[ ) eta: LOLOLOL NOW ILLUSTRATED You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| 12:23 pm | alskfjda;sfkjdsa;fdkjsaf TIME FOR MIRACLES OMG HOW HAPPY I AM *dances around madly* *hits replay a dozen times* There's also an edited MP3 by @Idol360 combining song bits from this and Amazon MP3 sample \o/ and screencaps, more downloads, flailing, over on ontd_ai (although sadly the post is locked to members, sorry! :/ ).....NOW WHERE IS THE REST OF IT :( You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| 12:23 pm | Steampunk!AU, part three It's amazing how productive one becomes when one has five entirely other things all urgently due. :P Also brought to you by massive frustration over the lack of any actual music from Adam (although the happiness of hoopla_magnet and idolmeta are soothing the scorn).Also, while I am posting this -- I have not yet read much of this story because I am saving for when it is all done and I can devour it all in one giant glorious feast, but if you are reading this story then presumably you do not mind serials/WIPs! So you should also go read The Devilstone Registry, a fabulous Wild West-steampunk AU by xbeyondxinsanex, up to chapter 11 of 12. \o/Steampunk!AU (1300 words in this part) Adam/Kris, adult, explicit In which it's good to be the king, and Lord Cowell is not easily embarrassed. * Steampunk!AU part one * Steampunk!AU part two The king stepped in closer, and Kris stared up at him, feeling a little weird and dizzy. Maybe the wine hadn't been the most awesome idea after all. "Kristopher?" the king said. "Yeah?" Kris said. His eyes really were—amazing. And his mouth was kind of— "In case no one mentioned it," the king said, "I'm your sovereign. And I'm not to be refused." "Oh?" Kris said, a little vaguely, because look, it was distracting, and then the king had cupped Kris's face in his hands and was leaning in, and Kris said, "Oh—" and then he was being kissed, sweet and deep and hard. The king—"Call me Adam," he murmured in Kris's ear—was barely stopping long enough between kisses to let Kris catch his breath. "Adam?" Kris said, his voice rising. "You want me to call you—" He stopped, because the king had gotten the doublet-lacings undone in about five seconds instead of the half-hour it had taken to do them up in the first place, and his hands were sliding onto Kris's back. They were cool against his stifled skin after all the layers of wool and velvet: palms soft and unhardened, the fingers smooth except for the sorcery calluses on the pads of his ring fingers, and his thigh pressed between Kris's legs as they went tumbling backwards into the huge, soft, velvet-curtained bed. "Well, I don't want to be called Your Majesty in bed," the king said, laying soft hot kisses along Kris's neck. "Okay, I can see that would be," Kris said, and choked off as the king's mouth slid onto his collarbone and a hard, wracking shiver went down his back and legs. He clenched a hand into the king's hair, thick and soft, wool and furs under him, velvet overhead, dazed. He'd fumbled around with friends before once or twice, out on the moors, long cold nights guarding the borders or watching the sheep, but this was not the same. He had a brief crazy vision of being rolled up with—Adam—in a heap of uncombed sheepskins and coarse blankets, bits of twigs in his hair and rocks under them, and started laughing, breathless. "I don't believe you're taking this seriously enough," Adam said. "I don't believe this is happening," Kris said, but then Adam rolled his hips in a long and grandiose swell against him. "—I could be convinced, though," Kris added, strangled. "Good," Adam said, kissing his mouth again. "I'll work on that." His hand was on the lacings of Kris's breeches now, picking open the ties easily, and Kris had a moment: this really was happening, and he wasn't the kind who'd ever wanted to roll into bed with a stranger—he'd always thought it would be nice to wait until— He caught Adam's hand, halfway down the placket, and blurted out, "I've never actually—" Adam stared down at him, wide-eyed, incredulous, and then he said, "Is there something wrong with the people where you live?" "There aren't a lot of us?" Kris said, rolling his eyes. "And a lot of the ones I'm not related to are sheep." Adam laughed and bent down and bit at Kris's nipple, exposed in the crumpled silk wreck of his doublet. Kris gasped and arched up into his mouth. "So was that a plea for me to stop and preserve your virtue?" Adam said, and licked his tongue over it. "Uh," Kris said, groaning a little, wavering. "It—I—" "Because I could," Adam said, and shifted his weight so Kris could feel his cock, hot against his thigh through the breeches and hose. There was a lot of it. Adam nipped at his ear. "Any time you like." The heel of his hand pressed, gently but firm, between Kris's legs; Kris couldn't help rocking into it, and screw it, this was nice too; this was better than nice, holy fuck. "No," Kris said, strangled, "no, that's okay, just mentioning—" "Are you sure? Because I wouldn't want to despoil anyone unwilling," Adam added, rubbing his hand back and forth, a long stroke. "Just shut up and despoil me already!" Kris said, and he hooked a leg around Adam's hip and rolled them over, Adam breaking out into delighted laughter under him. # Kris woke up slow and luxuriously, the heavy bed curtains cutting the light to a watery trickle. Adam was stirring beside him, stretching out, and he rolled up onto his side and looked down at Kris heavy-lidded and pleased. And hey, as long as Kris had lost his virtue anyway— So he was leaning in to kiss Adam again when there were voices outside the door, and people started to come into the room. Not servants, either, but lords—Lord Cowell and Lord Fuller both, and several other barons. Kris flattened himself into the covers as much as he could, and glared at Adam, who didn't seem at all bothered by an army of nobles wandering into his bedchamber with the dawn. Adam grinned back at him, a little wolfish, and leaned in to whisper, "What, you didn't know about the levee?" "Your Majesty," Kris said—"Adam," the king said, still grinning—"Your Majesty," Kris said, pointedly, "I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but you're a jerk." The king threw back his head and laughed, wholeheartedly, and then he kissed Kris hard and fast once more and said, "I'm not at all! I won't even make you get out of bed," before he threw back the covers on his side and stepped down out of the curtains stark naked, to let his waiting valet throw a dressing gown over him. Kris gave serious thought to taking him up on that offer, but after Adam had gotten out, a manservant came around to his side with another robe, and it seemed pointless to hide. Kris wouldn't be seeing any of these people ever again soon as he went back home. Hell, Simon would probably even be happy, since apparently this had been his idea from the start. Besides, there was a huge slab of pork belly stewed in wine coming into the room, at the head of a dozen dishes, and Kris was starving the second he got a whiff of it. The lords were all busy talking politics, too, and ignoring him, which meant Kris actually got a plate of hot food before any of them did. He made a point of catching Adam's eye from where he stood in a small knot of men as his servants put on his robes, and licking his fingers exaggeratedly. That didn't work all that well, though, because instead of looking annoyed, Adam narrowed his eyes in that smoky, turned-on way that had meant something amazing was about to happen, and apparently one night was all it had taken for Kris to take that information to heart. Or to other parts of his anatomy. Kris edged over around the corner of the table. Simon did actually come over, after he'd talked to the king. "You do realize you aren't meant to eat until the king begins?" he said, looking disapprovingly at the plate. "Lord Cowell," Kris said, "you're going to have to bear with me if I don't really give a damn about your advice anymore." Cowell snorted. "Yes, go on, I'm perfectly willing to hear you try and convince me you have complaints about your evening." He looked Kris up and down the dressing gown. Kris glared at him. "I don't have complaints about the night. I've got plenty about you trying to score points against Lord Fuller off our problems and lying to me about it. Not to mention what else you were trying to score points off. Isn't it kind of beneath your dignity to play procurer?" "Kristopher," Cowell said, utterly unembarrassed, far as Kris could tell, "you're going to have to shed that naivete very quickly. No one at court will ever do anything without at least one selfish motive." Kris rolled his eyes. "Then it's lucky for me I'm not staying long." Cowell raised an eyebrow. "Really?" ♥ You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
| Monday, November 30th, 2009 | |
| 12:24 pm | fabulous things, also Idol RPF: Stardust (Adam/Kris) and Drive-By Devotion (Adam/Tommy) First a list of fabulous things: * whooo, incredibly annoying yet critical pile of code working and committed, soon to deploy to the AO3. This Yuletide move might actually work, you guys. *g* * queenbitchfest master list of stories \o/ SO SO MANY of which were amazing but especially winterlive's Future Legend -- 52K words of gloriously good post-apocalyptic Kradam inspired BRILLIANTLY by Diamond Dogs, omg, so amazing.* teamlambliff and atom_fic, because YAY for Adam/Tommy, who clearly are out to provide ALL THE FANSERVICE IN THE WORLD. No, seriously, they publicly tweeted Velvet Goldmine-inspired pet names at each other. (Tommy == "glitterbaby" lol) My own queenbitchfest story was apparently kind of obvious going by the guessing, haha, but here it is on my website: Stardust (2500 words) Adam/Kris, adult, explicit Adam pushed himself up and loomed up over Kris, his eyes heavy-lidded in glitter and shadow, predatory and smiling. Inspired by "Ziggy Stardust". Also, cough, I might have committed some Adam/Tommy porn last night in the aianonlovefest? And when I say porn, I mean this stuff is not so much NC-17 as it is X-rated. Brought to you by the Extreme Dudeness of Tommy's myspace comments. I haven't put this up on my website yet because it might be expanding to an EVEN MORE RIDICULOUS EXTENT but you can read it over at the fest (where you should fill some prompts btw!): Drive-By Devotion Adam/Tommy, adult, explicit <-- REALLY REALLY I MEAN IT It seemed like a good idea after five martinis in the Wynn high-rollers bar. (Read the story) \o/ You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |