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Yessss, I finally finished my muse short story. Now I can finally focus on my Remix story because there's only two weeks left and I haven't even STARTED it. *dies*

Title: Hedonismo
Word Count: 2800
Summary: A story in which a pretty normal guy starts stalking one of the nine muses, which she finds incredibly amusing.
Author Notes: I'm actually pretty happy with the way it turned out, and a translation should be coming up shortly. I was hesitant to group it with the rest of the Dead Lovers Society series, since that they're a)not really lovers and b)she's not exactly dead (although she's not exactly alive either. But. Um. Whatever, the subject fits. *g*


( El siguiente día la musa está en Colombia, ayudándole a una cincuentona a escribir una escena más ardiente y apasionada de lo que ella jamás ha experimentado en su cama.  )

Uuugh, I think I just ended up hating lower case after this. I just can’t tell my fingers to unlearn the fact that you press shift at the beginning of every sentence. *sigh* but photogene likes this style, so i had to suck it up XD

Title: Nameless
Word Count: 2,375
Warnings:(?) crack, lower case, present tense, second POV. You know, all that good stuff.
Summary: er, mummies? *shifty eyes*
Author Notes: initially written for an icon of photogene, continued afterwards with the icon help of forgotnsuitcase and sazzlette. boy slash. the kind I hadn't written for ages and yet feels like coming home - I hadn't written anything just for the sake of pretty words in a long time.

( he likes to get you to pant for him, to shut your eyes because looking at him is too much when he's talking like that, nose brushing your eyelids... )


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I hadn't meant to, but this kinda turned up as a 'companion' of sorts to Let Me Take A Taste Right Off Your Lips. Humans and their dead lovers. They should create a help group, or something. o_O

Fiiiiinally, I finished this! And I actually kinda like the way it turned out. Now, I don't like sounding whiny, but I would really, really appreciate some feedback on this, I'd never written Original fic directly in English before. (And there are kinda-but-not zombies! Isn't that enough of an incentive? *g*)

Title: Let Me Take A Taste Right Off Your Lips
Rating: R
Word Count: 2786
Summary: There’s something about Liam, and that’s why she keeps on seeing him even when she knows he’s been dead for 89 years.
Author Notes: Written for my dearest moonix, whose prompt was: I'm thinking cannibalism a ghost-story. Like, involuntarily voluntary ghost/human porn, you know? I do hope you like it, hon, I sure enjoyed writing it. :)

( She spends an hour waiting for him, lying on the grave that has his name written on copper, staring at the autumn sky with her hands falling over the edges and resting on pure air.... )