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This has been gathering dust for a few days on my computer. It is a shameless rip-off the Victorian detective fiction with two "gentlemen of leisure" main characters (albeit set in modern day Russia), which was totally inspired by Bunny and Raffles. ^_^;; It's just the beginning of the story, maybe I will write more, maybe not, but well... here it is.

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Ok, I officially admit that I slash Wellington and Nicholas I. Crazy, you say? Well, read this and weep! XD

From "Tsar Nicholas I" by Constantin De Grunwald:

"When he came back to Paris a year later it was still the same: his most vivid memory was always to be the famous review at the Champ de Vertus: there, before the whole of the Allied General Staff, he took a fall which the English thoroughbred Wellington gave him."

*weeps with joy*

Almost a 1000 words into the fic, and still no Wellington. I am losing my touch! And possibly my mind. XD

Title: Apple
Rating: PG
Characters: Wellington, Sharpe.
A/N: My brain is definitely getting into the idea of doing a Sharpe/Wellington food series. ^_^;;

"How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint? Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint."
Robert Frost

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Title: Almonds
Rating: PG
Characters: Wellington, Alava, Sharpe.
A/N: I haven't written anything for a while and finally decided to do something about that by taking the idea of my Holmes "Food" fics and combining them with Sharpe and Wellington. This is just a short piece I wrote to get me going and it turned out rather strange and, dare I say it, metaphoric. >.>

“How much cheese is a handful? How much more or less is a cupful? What is the capacity of a glass, a tumbler, or a soup ladle? What is the difference between a suspicion and a pinch? How much more is a good pinch? How much wine is a little, how many olives a few? When a book says a tin of chopped almonds or pomegranate juice what are you supposed to understand by that?”
Elizabeth David

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I learned one thing last night. Don't shout in a room full of not sober people: "Give me some ideas! I have no inspiration!". Especially, when they know that you want to write about Wellington. Belly dancing was probably the sanest suggestion. Though of course it immediately called for the question of whether it would come before or after the sex scene. ( Yes, I totally told everyone about that sex scene in an Indian pool XD ) Wellington's eyebrows had nothing on mine, when I was treated to a show of undulating male, who suggested it should be done DURING the sex scene. XDDDD

Title: Fan
Pairing: Sharpe/Wellington
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Um, PWP? Everything geared towards indulgin my kink? XD

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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward! No matter how whacked out your drabble is. :)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

Fandom: Sharpe. All drabbles except number 8 are Sharpe/Wellington.
Rating: NC-17.

( The 10 drabbles )

You can download a .zip file with all the 10 songs in order here. (Megaupload). :D

Current Music: 'Pretty Woman'

Title: Incoherent
Pairing: Sharpe/Wellington
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I swear to God, I've no idea how this turned out to be this smutty.

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Title: 1001 Nights: Tales of Napoleonic Wars. The Tale of Ghosts.
Rating: PG
Characters: Duke of Wellington, Grand Duchess Maria
Warnings: pure fantasy based on several real facts. ^_^;;

Russia, March, 1826.

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I ordered Rites of Peace: The Fall of Napoleon and the Congress of Vienna and if the review is correct and the author does succeed in describing and analysing the diplomacy of those days, I am going to be extremely happy. Though I do know it's "material" outcomes and the main idea behind it's historical significance (hello, Kissinger), I would really like to know all the grievances/demands/likes/dislikes in detail, because right now my brain refuses to come up with anything but vague dislike for Metternich, slight disappointment that Russia didn't ask for more ( :D ) and a question as to what the hell was Wellington doing there?! It's almost as bad as trying to figure out Soviet-Chinese-US relations in the 70's and that was amazingly bad. I think I still haven't understood the essay I wrote on them. >.<

The book is told to have amazing detail on the 'movements' of the main 'characters', which is a very very good thing. ^_^

And maybe I also wanna see some real life "proof" of Castlereagh/Talleyrand slash that can be found on Russian web. ^_^;;

It's amazing how wildly energetic does my leafing through books become when I get struck by a mad and bad fic plotbunny. Aha. It's especially amazing how the fic practically writes itself. It's one of those times, when you practically don't have to think about phrases or scenes, they just appear in your mind, ready and available for use. The only problem is that this time, it decided to write itself in my mind in Russian. Well, it's not so much of a problem, but it's funny how the mind works. Sometimes I want to write a piece in Russian, but my brain keeps shoving English at me. This time it's other way round. >.< But, me thinks, maybe I'll write this fic in both languages. If for the sake of one phrase that sounds way better in Russian than it does in English. I think it'll be very fun to write Wellington in Russian for the first time. :D

Another small fail. Mom went to my flat in Russia to water the plants. For some reason she looked into the fridge, and found a bunch of asparagus that I forgot to throw out when I was leaving home to go back to Scotland after Easter. Eww. I'm just horrible. XDDD

And now, stay tuned for my EPIC fail of the day. XD

4 a.m. I am having coffee in the kitchen. It's almost light outside and the seagulls are going crazy. Idyllic. Suddenly, I realise that something is wrong with the window. Having come closer to take a look at it, I realise there is snail on the other side of it. And really, I could have left it alone, but no how could I possibly live when there is snail on the outside of my window?! Here I have to explain something. My window is above the sink and the counters and there is a wiiide windowsill between them and the window. The only easily accessible part of the window is the narrow opening on the side, which at the time I had open for I was smoking.

So. I looked at the snail and decided to get rid of it. I grabbed a piece of carton from the counter, streched myself out of the narrow opening and tried to reach the snail. It all bunched up but stayed put. Groaning, I stretched some more. The snail fell off the window. Onto the "windowsill" outside. This really was the time to leave it at that. But, no, the memory of Count Osterman-Tolstoy's heroic stand at Kulm made my blood run faster and apparently away from the brain. I got onto the inside windowsill and threw the snail onto the ground below. Then I looked at it. And at that moment I very vividly realised that the only part of my body that was in the warmth and safety of my flat was the part below the knees. I never liked heights. On my way back inside I resembled a very acrobatic snake that was trying to avoid becoming both a puree and a prisoner of a narrow window at the same time.

This quote from Gleig's memoirs of Wellington just can't leave me alone, so I have written this. XD Forgive me, f-list. I swear I am not x-posting it anywhere else. You are the only ones who see it. XD

"A pair of black leather leggings, fastened at the sides, and reaching half-way up the calf, protected his legs."

( Slashiness here. :D )

I think I suffer from a peculiar form of narcissism. I've created some OCs for BSSF (that's what I am calling it now, Big and Scary Sharpe Fic). Most of them are minor, props really for the whole story. But just now I finally started writing a scene that involves a major OC. I liked his character even before that, but now that I saw him in action, I think I'm in love with him! O_o *impersonates Hastings* Good Lord! XD It took one phrase! ONE DAMN LINE OF DIALOGUE and I love him to bits! He is a bit of a male Mary Sue (no more than Sharpe though, me thinks), but hell, that just makes him more perfect in my loving eyes. XD Also, he suddenly brought with himself so much slash potential into the fic, it's just scary. x _ x Really, really angsty torturous slash. ^_^;; I just fear this fic might devolve into pornographic sketches of this character. Ahahahaha. *drools quietly*

Current Mood: creative

Yes! I did it! I finally, FINALLY, got the plot line of my big and scary Sharpe fic straight. OH JOY! It's not even overly melodramatic. ^_^;; Though, of course, now I want to rewrite everything written so far, even though I already re-wrote a lot of it. >.<

In other news. I got propositioned by a guy with pink hair and now I am hoping desperately he is not gonna take me up on my promise to meet up and hang out which I made BEFORE the proposition. x _ x I think I've used up a month's worth of excuses last night already. I wish I could just tell him to go to hell, but I've known him for a while, and he is actually a pretty nice guy, and we do have some history... But that history is like 4 years old! AAAAARGH, time to forget it. >.< *hides in the closet*

Current Mood: scared

Title: Hold on
Pairing: Sharpe/Wellington
Rating: PG-13
Warning: romance without much plot.

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Current Mood: mischievous
Current Music: 'Oh my darling Clementine'

*squees* Today I cantered by myself! *FLAILS* So awesome! A tad scary but awesome! Mom was there and took pictures! XDDD And then she dragged me to a spa to get my hair cut and a for a manicure. I tell you nothing beats having a head and arms/hands massage after some vigorous exercise. *has booked self for a full body massage there next week and is considering some proper spa treatment*

Moms are awesome! Mine brought me Krispy Kreme donughts from London! *huggles, munches happily*

Also, I finished anothe book by Ngaio Marsh and it's so slashy, it's just forcing me to write a fic. XD

Current Mood: bouncy

Title: 'Annoyance'
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Characters: Wellington, La Marquesa and a surprise guest. :D

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Current Mood: crazy

Ho HO HO. I finally bought lighter fluid! :D Can use my Zippo again! *fondles* How pretty it is! :D

Poirot so definitely rules! More quotes (all from 'Dumb Witness'):

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Current Mood: chipper

Archie Goodwin is just so much fun! That's what he says in the 'Red Box':

'Fundamentally I am a direct type, and that's why I can never be a really fine detective. Although I keep it down as much as I can, so it won't interfere with my work, I always have an inclination in a case of murder to march up to all the possible suspects, one after another, and look them in the eye and ask them, 'Did you put that poison in the aspirin bottle?' and just keep that up until one of them says, 'Yes'. As I say, I keep it down but have to fight it.

Isn't he cute? :D

The Fic Wish List meme from

latin_cat

( My madness here XD )

Current Mood: excited

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