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If somehow you've missed it:



is still going on, and it's still awesome. Even if you have nothing to contribute, and somehow I doubt that of an f-list as talented as mine ;), the fic is totally worth it. Most people are sticking to the 3 sentence rule, if sometimes with very creative use of punctuation, and producing some amazing stories.

EDIT: I should also like to mention that it's eaten my brain a little.

In response to this post for the You should Write..." meme, I am finally answering at least one of lieueitak's fic ideas

If you've ever read any of my HP fic, this is set in the same universe as the Alphabet Series and Five Things Ravenclaws Are Not. And thus, ( read at your own risk ;) )

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Disclaimer: I own nothing and I make no profit from anything posted here, except, perhaps, for some tiny measure of a return to sanity. Maybe.
Also, this will eventually be posted on my fic journal and ff.net, etc., unless Katya has some objection.

bat-related flashfic. not DK related. more 90s cartoon actually :) go fig. if you're familiar at all with my char Contessa then this may interest you, otherwise I imagine it will feel very Mary Sue to you.

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"You really want to know?" Priscilla asked, pushing herself up on one elbow so she could look down the length of her body. "Your problem, dear brother, is that you have no grace."

He lifted her bare feet into his lap. "Is that so?"

"Don't think to soften the truth with coddling. You're as subtle as a clown at a ballet. And you don't even realize it," she added as he pushed her feet off his lap. She brought her knees up under the long gray dress and let her head drop onto the couch.

"I didn't think you were against curiosity, Prissy."

She pushed herself back up again, glaring at him. "You prove my point. There are bulls in china shops that have more finesse than you do. If it were possible I would say you should give back the family name."

"I can 'finesse' someone out of their money just as well as anyone else in this family."

Snorting delicately, she tossed a carefully coiffed wave out of her eyes. "You can con, I'll give you that, but you certainly lack elegance."