QZ Writes

As long as I’m posting smut…I don’t know if I ever actually put this anywhere? I know I sent it to Sophie at some point, but other than that, I have no idea.

FUN FACT: I was totally still a virgin when I wrote this. So the fact that I don’t hate it and think it is ridiculous is something of a marvel. But given that most of the smuttiness comes from the vampire angle, maybe it is less of a marvel.

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Here, have some rampantly au and flimsily justified smut, starring Zach and Tristan.

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“I think they did something to me,” Tristan mutters as they slink to the car, but Zach doesn’t think anything of it at the time. He’s too worried about getting them the hell out of there to consider that they might have Done Something to his best friend.

By the time they get home, though, Tristan is flushed, and sweating, and sitting awkwardly. He gets out of the car fast, despite moving awkwardly too, and is in the house like a shot even with the delay caused by his fumbling of the keys.

“Hey,” Zach says, locking the door behind them, “are you okay?”

I’ve actually continued to write on this. So. Here’s a bit more.

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They glanced back and saw her shading her eyes with her hand. “You know if you can’t find any of those clip-on sunglasses anywhere there are hats all over the place.”

“I have a hat,” she said. “It’s a pain getting through those doors. I always forget to put it back on.”

They shrugged. “We could stop and you could dig it out. I mean it’s not far but it is pretty bright out here I guess.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “If it’s not far.”

One of the main things that kept her up late at night these days, attached as best she could manage to some tree, feeling like chilled knives were just a hair’s width away from her back and she would never manage to just fall asleep, was the thought of becoming complacent. She trawled through practically every supermarket and pharmacy she could get into, wary and with weapons out, and after so many times, it did start to feel a little routine. Creep in, listen, find the pharmacy, listen, inevitably make a racket trying to get into the barricaded or locked or crammed with shopping carts (or, sometimes, bodies) doors to the pharmacy, freeze and listen for any moans or scraping or cries for help, blah blah blah, get the fuck out of there and try not to throw up. It was amazing how routine living an extremely precarious lifestyle in a post-apocalyptic situation could become. People didn’t mention the boredom. Somewhere in Missouri, she’d found an abandoned but easily defensible library, and holed herself up for three days, trying not to draw attention to herself as she read her way through as much as she could manage.

Zombie apocalpyse survivor mentally-ill queer protagonist. I wrote 4000 words of this in practically a trance tonight.

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It wasn’t that bad, at first. Well, “bad” was a relative term. What was apparently a zombie apocalypse or something was pretty bad on its own. But she survived, and even though most of her friends and family were dead or out of contact, she hadn’t had to watch any of them die or turn into monsters, which was more than most survivors could say.

But you know, that was the thing about apocalypse movies; they didn’t show all the day-to-day details. They didn’t show the survivors running out of birth control and having periods for the first time in ages. They didn’t show the survivors scrounging in out-of-the-way pharmacies, stolen guns on their hips and machetes out as a precaution, for cough medicine and pills not yet past their expiration date, or ransacking suburban houses for deodorant. The food difficulties, sure, and the problems with the power grids and eventual nuclear meltdowns, those had been documented and theorized over and she had a pretty good idea how she was going to have to deal with them.

queenofzan:

What if

Edwards, Sharp, and Kev as paranormal investigators

….I can’t actually think of a way for this story to happen that wouldn’t be ripping off Mike Dies at the End’s premise WHOOPS whatever i love the idea of Sharp having to deal with an ever-growing number of people with psychic awareness being utterly incompetent because Kev can’t keep it in his pants

Also being annoyed that Kev and Edwards are so irresponsible when she is NOT WITH HER ROOMMATE just because it would be terrible even if she REALLY WANTS TO BE

though now my brain has gone off on a tangent about Max suddenly having psychic awareness and just SHUTTING DOWN his meds were not designed to cope with this he is FREAKING OUT and he CAN’T TELL ANYONE because they would just think they had initially misdiagnosed him or something

Just. Max seeing a ghost and just. No. Nope. This is not okay. No. No. And Edwards being like No it’s okay calm down they’re real and Max just lemongrabbing it up and being like NOT OKAY NO UNACCEPTABLE

Though I bet Mina believes Sharp immediately. Like Sharp is like okay so we can’t have sex bc of sexually transmitted ghostly powers and Mina would be like. That sucks. How sexually transmitted are we talking.

And Sharp’s just like “Okay but ghosts did you hear the part where I am a paranormal investigator, not just a regular private detective” and Mina’s like “yeah but I believe you bc you wouldn’t lie to me” and Sharp is like. I.

Why do I indulge these ridiculous ideas instead of working on any of the actually-plotted out stories I have in progress? WHO KNOWS.

queenofzan:

btw for anyone who wants to read a gay incestuous trainwreck, it is all up roundabout here.

this’d be For Want of a Physicist, which, as mentioned above, is a gay incestuous trainwreck.  Figuratively speaking.  I don’t think there are any trains.

This doesn’t have a real title yet, but it is HAPPENING.  (This being the sweet Siren/Banshee lovin I talked about on my main blog)  Anyway, I think Voices Carry is an okay working title for a silly story about a banshee and a siren falling in love.

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Kiera worked in the local library.  She was quiet, and pale to the point of colorlessness.  She didn’t seem like a pale, white person.  She seemed like a pale, translucent person.  As though she was barely real and you might be looking through her any second now.

If you asked her about this, Kiera would tell you (quietly) that it was a survival mechanism.  This would be untrue.

Seriously though I don’t write anything unless it’s author appeal sorryyyyyy (not sorry)

A bodyswap story, in media res.  Sketchy comicky bits of the beginning are 1, 2, 3, and 4.

cw for anxiety and panic attacks and that.

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The phone rang.  The display said Edwards, so Max prepared himself for the his own voice.  It was even weirder over the phone.  “What?” he said as he answered.

“I think I’m having a panic attack,” Edwards said, in Max’s voice, clearly trying not to cry.  Max wasn’t sure why he bothered; it’s not like Max didn’t know what his own voice sounded like when it was trying not to cry.  Then again, if Edwards was having a panic attack, he probably wasn’t overly rational.  Max never was.

“I guess some of us adjust better to new bodies,” Max said.

An out of context text conversation between Edwards and Max, regular ol’ No-longer-called-Silver-Chain ‘verse. Well, I mean, close enough.

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—Are you kidding me?  Empire is a masterpiece.—
—jedi is the triumphant conclusion!  the heroes spend more of empire separated.  what’s the point?—
—Only the whole story!  Without conflict, a story is boring.  Empire is ALL CONFLICT.—
—without resolution, a story is pointless.
—plus jedi has ewoks.—
—Oh my god you LIKE the Ewoks?—
—what’s not to like?  they’re adorable killing machines.—
—This argument is over, because you are OBJECTIVELY WRONG.—

Later
—i hope you at least agree the prequels are shit.—
—Doesn’t everyone?  It doesn’t get any worse than Attack of the Clones.—
—except for revenge of the sith.—
—Please, at least Sith doesn’t have the awful “romantic” dialog.—
—one word: NOOOOOOOOOO!—
—It still had more of a story than Clones.  Clones was basically a placeholder.—
—i thought you liked the ‘conflict’ of the midpoint.—
—What conflict?  You could take out practically all of the movie without changing the trilogy’s story.—
—yeah, and then anakin’s turn into vader would have even less context. clones tries to round things out. sith relies on cheap drama.—
—”I hate sand.”  Tell me that isn’t cheap drama.—
—i’m not saying it’s good, just better than sith.—