Twisted Deviant

Title: Blue Moon Author: Celisnebula Characters: Fenrir Greyback/ David Kessler Genres: Crossover, Drama, Romance, Tragedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Character Death/ Violence Summary: Fenrir Greyback’s propensity to viciously attack humans in an effort to create more werewolves causes problems for an American on vacation. 1981 – East Proctor, inside the Slaughtered Lamb Pub “You can’t let them go,” the waitress whispered. “Should the world know our business?” came the angry hiss from a middle-aged man, fingering the tip of his dart. The chess player in the corner looked up, his hand hovering over the castle piece. “It’s murder then,” he said without inflection, as if discussing the weather, picking the chess piece up. “Then murder it is!” The middle-aged man grunted, throwing the dart with all of his might at the board. “It’s in God’s hands now.” The pub fell quiet again, save for the sound of the rain tapping against the windows. No one spoke, trying to pretend that it was ju

Title: Through the Keyhole Author: celisnebula Characters: Hermione Granger/ Remus Lupin Genres: Plot? What Plot? AU Rating: NC-17 Summary: Hermione sees something through the keyhole, which has consequences she would have never imagined. “Bloody Ron Weasley,” Hermione mumbled under her breath, shifting her body on the hard, cramped closet floor. She reached up and gave the door handle an impatient jiggle, knowing that it wouldn’t actually do anything to solve her present predicament; the door was jammed shut and she was wandless. If she peeked out the keyhole, she could just make out the tip of her wand, where it had obviously fallen out of her back pocket when she blindly stormed up to this room in an effort to escape the image of Ron with his tongue stuffed down Luna Lovegood’s throat. “Stupid wanker ,” she muttered, choking back a sob. She pulled down one of the cloaks hanging above her head and wrapped it around her body; she’d be trapped in here until someone went look

Someone just accused me in a review of plagiarizing myself. In Vino Veritas – In Wine (There is) Truth is posted on The Burrow and Lumos (on Sycophant Hex), TPP, OWL, two LJ communities, and on here. The reviewer writes: Did you really write this story? I saw something exactly like this in The Burrow part of Sycophant Hex. That author wrote a sequel to it too. Or maybe I am mistaken, and you just posted it again on this site. Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive about this - or worse yet, someone's lifted my stuff again (and then I'm going to have to search the internet to find out where and then make noise until they remove it) - but I'm afraid I wasn't very kind in my response. Response: Did you bother to look at the post date of this? This was written in May of 2006... I never posted it at the Burrow until a few weeks ago because I never considered doing so. You might want to check your frigging facts before you offhandedly make comments like "Did you

Let me preface this by saying I really (I mean really, really) don’t care for Claire Danes… With that said, I have to admit that she was fairly enjoyable in Stardust (which the brat and I went to see earlier – yeah for cheap Mondays at the local theater). Now, it's no secret that I think Neil Gaiman is a veritable God - I've devoured his stuff since I was a geeklet in training, hoarding his "Sandman" comic books from the evilness that is my siblings and their sticky, icky fingers as if it were pure ambrosia. Though my Mum will probably tell you I hoarded all of my books away like that - and cried when I donated a good portion to the bookstore she opened when I was 16. Despite his God like proportions in the written genre, he's never really translated well to tv/movies... I mean Neverwhere the series from the UK was wonderful but not as wonderful as it could have been. Now some would say that Stardust just doesn't capture the right essence... and in some ca

I’ve done it again! For those of you new here, I’m horrible with electronic things, so every so often, for no reason other than I look at it wrong, something expensive breaks. This time it was two different things. The first is the bratlet’s MP3 player he received for Christmas. It has “High School Musical” on it, but he was sick of it, and asked for some of my cooler stuff (he’s getting into Greenday and Oasis yeah!). Anyhow, the darn thing is a little one that plugs right into a USB port. Plugged it in and nada… zip… nothing, not even the little bing the computer makes when you plug in a USB device. So I take it into work thinking it just might not be compatible with the Vista software on my lap top (since Vista {or maybe it’s just my lap top} doesn’t really work with shite). Plugged it into the computer at work… nothing again. Boss man grabbed it from me, muttering something about how I curse electronic stuff under his breath, and low and behold his lap top recognized it. BUT

I still have not had my film from Prophecy processed yet. *shakes head* Then again, I still have 2 rolls of film from my last trip to Scotland in 2003 that need to be processed too. Must remember to get them developed this week.

I'm so far behind on these, it isn't even funny - so, I'm not even going to try to catch up. I'm just doing this weeks and last weeks (and on a Sunday again)! Thefridayfive 8/10 1. What is the best part about late summer? 2. What is your favorite memory and why? 3. When you were small, did you realize summer vacations were not going to happen forever? 4. Where was your favorite summer vacation? Why? 5. If you could have one last real summer vacation and cost was not an issue, where would you go and why? 1) I've always liked the nice, steady slow pace of it - everyone is off doing their vacations so it's nice and quiet around town - and the fair always comes to town at the end of the summer. 2) When I was 12 and my Dad was stationed in Hawaii, he and my Mom sent me to spend the summer with my Aunt Barbara. While yes, I did have to dress up and act like a girl at lot of the time (I was a hard core tom-boy), I still remember the long driving trip w

There are only ten – that’s right 10 days! – left to vote on the submissions for “The Sky Is Falling” Sycophant Hex anonymous festival. All of these stories are complete, and we have had some absolutely stunning submissions. They are all pre- Deathly Hallows, so there are no spoilers. There are four categories to vote in: Story that best fits the prompt(s) the author chose to write about. Story that best fits the archive it was written for. Best story overall. And finally, the guess that author. Please, take some time to read all of the wonderful submissions we’ve had and then to vote, please go to this livejournal post: http://community.livejournal.com/sycophant_hex/59479.html#cutid1 All the instructions are in this livejournal post. Thank you, Celisnebula

The cold emanating from the stone floor leaches into my flesh as I rest against the toilet. I have the strangest urge to call him back – to explain to him that whatever it is he’s thinking, he has it wrong, but the words are pushed back as another bit of unsettled stomach makes its way up. I can’t believe how bloody awful this entire escapade has turned; it wasn’t supposed to go this far, and now – now not only has it gone from being a pleasant diversion, it’s morphed into – gods, I don’t know what this whole thing is. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I reach for the towel just inches away from my feet. Sitting here, freezing my arse off, isn’t going to solve the muddled mess I’ve made. My stomach rebels with every small movement, as I push myself onto my feet and scramble around from something – anything – to take the edge off this nausea. Of course, there’s nothing here – I’ve never been that lucky. Wrapping the towel around my body, I make my way through the sitting ro

*does little happy dance*After nearly a year of writer's block and horrible luck (ie losing yet another flash drive), I am almost finished with the seventh chapter of An Unconventional Moment. It may or may not be the final chapter, depending on how well Hermione cooperates (does she ever?), and how well Severus reacts to whatever she does. *knock on wood*I plan to have this finished by (hopefully) the weekend - depends on how much actual writing time I get between now and Sunday (last weekend I got none). If all goes well, I might try to tackle the next chapter of Tomorrow's Appeal or... I might write that "Sky is Falling" festival pieces that's been nagging in the back of my head - only three more weeks until all entries have to be in.

Posting this in here so I remember the website, since I'm on a loaner computer and can't book mark it. http://frugalcuisine.blogspot.com/

The first couple of years after the defeat of Tom Riddle were particularly hard. We lost over one third of the Order members – I, I lost Ron, at the hands of Wormtail – so bloody many people died. Harry almost died; had it not been for the actions of Severus Snape during the most crucial moment, I have no doubts – Harry would have died too. I tried to mourn Ron properly, and mostly I succeeded. I was so lost in my grief that I didn’t take care of myself properly – I just didn’t care anymore, I had lost everything. Nothing else mattered; I worked, I came home, and then I worked again. Harry – with an infuriating sense of insight – said I’d become a pillar of ice, frozen to everyone but a select few. I suppose that is true – but emotionally, it was what I needed to do. The Ministry, trying to repair the damage caused by Cornelius Fudge’s refusal to believe Riddle had returned, aggressively went after anyone suspected or accused of being a Death Eater. Most of the time, the guilty were ca