I actually like Mark Twain. Squee!

Home for a bit. I'm glad for my vacation. I've been sick lately. It was unpleasant. My manager tried to make me work while puking. Try and imagine a baker who's vomiting and feverish.

Still exhausted. Work is great and all, but I need to go job hunting. The manager was supposed to show up today and cook us all breakfast and she didn't and that kind of sums up how work has been with her. She's very forgetful and it is terribly convenient to have a dependable employee, but I will not be worked to death. Four mornings in a row on the 4AM shift after the promise of my never having to work that shift ever again is to many.

mood: drained tags: stress, work

There was a car on fire in the parking lot next to where I work today. It was pretty sweet! Everyone went to look, even the customers. The car next to it caught and we were wondering if they all would, but then the fire department showed up so everything was fine, except those two cars.
In work related news, I'm suffering exhaustion again. It's unpleasant.

mood: exhausted tags: tired

Marvel Comics are supposed to tell one big, cohesive story, with the writers and artists and everyone else doing their part to make sure the little stories are the best they can be. The whole work is supposed to be a team effort. It's not about money or power or fame or awards. It's about a good, solid story and working together to make sure that personal feelings don't get in the way of telling that story. There is a certain amount of responsibility placed on everyone to do their best to achieve this, and lately it seems like nobody cares as long as the right number of pages are in the book and the book is out on time. I used to be proud to be a Marvel fan, but the way things are I don't know if I can bear to Make Mine Marvel anymore.

mood: depressed tags: marvel comics

I'm working on a reasonably large project, posting original material 140 characters at a time on Twitter. Check it out. It gets updated once a day starting tomorrow.
https://twitter.com/7wi77er7ales

mood: amused tags: fiction, twitter

Title: A Matter of Perspective
Author: Fyerluna
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content, mild violence.
Characters: Bucky, Toro, the Erlking and his daughter.
Prompt: Bucky, Toro, goblins
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Author's Note: Going to go with the Erlking and his daughter. Germany is just rife with fey apparently. She is a seductress, he's kind of a... well kind of a space cadet but with good intentions. He means well, but he is a goblin after all.

mood: accomplished tags: bucky, invaders, toro

I haven't had the urge to post lately. I'm such a comment addict and I haven't gotten any lately.

I'm going to make a twitter account. Ya. Definitely.

mood: confused

Title: Fire
Author: Fyerluna
Rating: PG
Characters: Bucky, Toro, a whole lot of salamanders
Prompt: Marvel, Bucky/Toro, fey

The crowd was chanting for the kill. He couldn't see who was in the middle, but it was somebody important. It had to be somebody important because he was crying. Maybe it was the heat of the flames, but they didn't feel warm just... wrong.
He was ushered foward and found himself standing at the foot of the stone altar. A voice inside him told him not to look down, not to look away from the fire across from him. He thought it might have been a man cloaked in flaming feathers, or a bird trying to stand straight and tall. The boy on the black stone was barely conscious.
"I can't do this." He looked at the knife he hadn't noticed he'd been holding. The crowd became louder, a defeaning roar ringing in his ears. "Shut up! I can't!"
The boy on the stone... no, that wasn't right. They knew each other. They trusted each other. That boy on the stone was his friend, he was important. He could see the ropes cutting into his friend's wrists as he struggled. The crowd was impossibly loud.
He took a deep breath and slashed at the ropes. His friend jumped up, wavered and swooned. The fire wavered and then leapt foward. He blocked it and it struck him like a million tiny birds pecking at his skin. He realized that was all they were; tiny, little birds. He swatted them away until the sun rose and those that were left took flight. Those that stayed vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Toro! Toro, wake up! Come on or you'll set the whole forest on fire!" He woke with a start, looking frantically around for the birds. "Toro?"
"I... I'm okay. I just had a nightmare is all." Bucky was always comforting, whether he knew it or not. Toro was just happy to see him alive.
"Well no more nightmares if we're going to be camping in the woods." Bucky smiled. "What are you
looking at?"
"Nothing." He turned away. Bucky's wrists were still raw where the ropes had been.

Author's note: I'm using the thirteenth century description for a salamander as a small bird in flames. Also the idea that most fire elementals are dangerous.

mood: awake tags: bucky, invaders, toro

Title: Missing You
Rating: PG-13
Autor: Fyerluna
Characters: Toro

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mood: amused tags: marvel comics, toro