I really need to write some Avenged Sevenfold fanfiction that has nothing to do with Sex and Other Clichés. But this isn't it. Although it really is a standalone, and only follows on from that in the vaguest vague way that was ever vague.

Title It's Part Not Giving In
Rating R
Pairing Matt/Brian
Summary It's hot, it's boring, it's LA.
Disclaimer I own nothing mentioned herein, I'm just someone with a very strange fantasy life.
Author Note Short little thing I cranked out in an hour while watching the Friday Night Project, totally unbetaed so I apologize for any glaring mistakes.

( It's Part Not Giving In )

I see this as sort of a prequel to Sex and Other Clichés, but I don't think this fic should be read before reading SaOC, I think it makes more sense if you read it afterwards. Sex and Other Clichés was very much about Matt's perspective on things, and Abnormal is supposed to show what Syn was probably thinking, and what his feelings were, during that fic. I guess this takes place a few months before SaOC, and despite me feeling it's a prequel I think it works just fine as a standalone.

Title Abnormal
Rating R
Pairing Matt/Brian
Summary Syn and Matt's friendship isn't normal.
Disclaimer I own nothing mentioned herein, I'm just someone with a very strange fantasy life.

( Abnormal )

Right, this is the fic I wrote drunk. Not just all in one sitting, but at various times after stumbling back into my room late at night. I'd do about twenty minutes of work then crawl to bed. Obviously I read it all back over again when sober, improving bits and correcting bad grammar and spelling. But mostly this is the work of a drunkard. I wanted to see if it really is possible to write better when you're absolutely hammered. A lot of writers have been drunks.

Of course I chose band porn to test this theory with. I think the parallels with the poor starving whiskey swigging artistes falls down there. I bet some of them would have written band slash porn if they'd had the Internet though.

Like I said, I read it all back over to check it wasn't complete incomprehensible drivel. In no way am I endorsing the idea that it's okay to write some crap and then fob it off with the excuse I was drunk/high or (the worst) on a sugar rush.

Disclaimer: I own nothing mentioned herein.

Title Sex and Other Clichés
Rating R
Pairing Matt/Brian
Summary Matt knows it's totally just about sex. Really.

( Sex and Other Clichés )

I'm on course to write an entire fic drunk. I've sat down to work on it three times, and every last time I've been plastered. Not tipsy (which, sadly, is me 80% of the time it seems), but proper 'ohchristwherehaveiputmyfacewhere' drunk. And so far always at 3am after I'm supposed to have staggered off to bed. The downside is that I can only work on it for so long, before nausea means I have go to bed or throw up (I never said it was pretty).

Depressingly, I think I actually write better drunk than sober. And with a lot more porny scenes.

This time the subject is the LostProphets, who are all extraordinarily hot to the point where I suspect they may have some sort of deal with the Devil. And this time the word 'smut' is very appropriate. Very, very. In fact, it's pretty much one long sex scene I warn you.

Thinking about this, I had probably better make it clear who's doing the shagging here. It's Ian and Stuart.



( The Precise Mechanics )

More Linkin Park slash! Still no smut, but you can't have everything. I'm trying to get this out of my system, because I rather went off Linkin Park... ages ago. Seriously, what happened to them? They were hot. </shallow>


( Observations of a Know-It-All )


I prefer this to the other one. This one actually has a hint of realism about it. As much realism as RPS is ever going to have anyway.

Posting the RPS fiction of mine that has been floating forever in hard-drive oblivion ever since I decided my old journal was NOT the place. So, Linkin Park smut. Well, no actual smut really. When I wrote this I had not managed to work up the guts to write full on porn. Still. Use your imagination, smut is implied.

( All Hallows Eve )