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Title: A Letter
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Charles Firth
Word Count: 765
Prompt: Alternate History: Major Historical Event Changed for [livejournal.com profile] au_bingo (my card)
Contains: war themes, depression, brief talk of suicide and violence
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes/Summary: Sequel, of sorts, to From The Sun To The World, a WWII AU where Edward VIII did not abdicate, Tiem Lord!Jeff Lynne crashed his spaceship into the Earth, and Britain kinda got invaded by both Germans and aliens. (Read it if you haven't already, it's awesome. :P) It's the same 'verse at any rate. Charles, still trapped in London, puts pen to paper while he still can. Set two weeks after the end of From The Sun To The World.

A Letter )
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Title: Whisper In The Night
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, and a few OCs
Pairings: (imagined) Julian Morrow/Craig Reucassel; Andrew Hansen/?, implied Andrew/Charles and Andrew/Craig
Word Count: 1,749
Prompt: Breathplay for kink_bingo (my card)
Contains: voyeurism, strangulation, breathplay, peep shows
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: This prompt was always going to be voyeur!Andrew, and once this idea had appeared in my head, there was no going back. The club is inspired by one I read about in an article somewhere, but I've long since lost that article so I can't even give you a proper reference. Fail. XD
Summary: voyeur!Andrew Hansen is hiding in a small booth watching a peep show, watching a bear strangling a twink as they're fucking and he begins imagining himself being strangled. And as he's wanking, a pair of hands do slip around his neck and begin squeezing tight...

Whisper In The Night )
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Title: From The Sun To The World
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandoms: The Chaser RPS/Electric Light Orchestra RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth, girl!Craig Reucassel, Chris Taylor, Dominic Knight, Chas Licciardello, Julian Morrow, Jeff Lynne, Kelly Groucutt, girl!Bev Bevan
Pairings: Craig/Bev, one sided Chris/Craig, vague Andrew/Jeff
Warnings: violence
Rating: FRM
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] aphephobia
Part: 3/3 [previous: part one; part two]
Word Count: 6,421
Author’s Notes: Er, this went in a weird direction, but I still think it works.
Summary:
WWII AU set in Birmingham, UK in 1943. A mysterious aircraft falls to the ground near a pub in Birmingham, and the pilot inside warns of invasion. With Britain busy fighting a world war, it is hardly a warning that garners much attention. He reaches out to one man, hoping his warning be heeded in time before the world ends.

Friday Afternoon, April 23, 1943 )
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Title: From The Sun To The World
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandoms: The Chaser RPS/Electric Light Orchestra RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth, girl!Craig Reucassel, Chris Taylor, Dominic Knight, Chas Licciardello, Julian Morrow, Jeff Lynne, Kelly Groucutt, girl!Bev Bevan
Pairings: Craig/Bev, one sided Chris/Craig, vague Andrew/Jeff
Warnings: violence
Rating: FRM
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] aphephobia
Part: 2/3 [previous: part one]
Word Count:
6,409
Author’s Notes: Er, this went in a weird direction, but I still think it works.
Summary: WWII AU set in Birmingham, UK in 1943. A mysterious aircraft falls to the ground near a pub in Birmingham, and the pilot inside warns of invasion. With Britain busy fighting a world war, it is hardly a warning that garners much attention. He reaches out to one man, hoping his warning be heeded in time before the world ends.

Friday Morning, April 23, 1943 )
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Title: From The Sun To The World
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandoms: The Chaser RPS/Electric Light Orchestra RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth, girl!Craig Reucassel, Chris Taylor, Dominic Knight, Chas Licciardello, Julian Morrow, Jeff Lynne, Kelly Groucutt, girl!Bev Bevan
Pairings: Craig/Bev, one sided Chris/Craig, vague Andrew/Jeff
Warnings: violence
Rating: FRM
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] aphephobia
Part: 1/3
Word Count:
  7,710
Author’s Notes: Er, this went in a weird direction, but I still think it works.
Summary: WWII AU set in Birmingham, UK in 1943. A mysterious aircraft falls to the ground near a pub in Birmingham, and the pilot inside warns of invasion. With Britain busy fighting a world war, it is hardly a warning that garners much attention. He reaches out to one man, hoping his warning be heeded in time before the world ends.

Thursday Evening, April 22, 1943 )
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Title: From The Sun To The World
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandoms: The Chaser RPS/Electric Light Orchestra RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth, girl!Craig Reucassel, Chris Taylor, Dominic Knight, Chas Licciardello, Julian Morrow, Jeff Lynne, Kelly Groucutt, girl!Bev Bevan
Pairings: Craig/Bev, one sided Chris/Craig, vague Andrew/Jeff
Warnings: violence
Rating: FRM
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] aphephobia
Word Count: 19,946 total {part one: 7,710; part two: 6,409; part three: 6,421]
Author’s Notes: Er, this went in a weird direction, but I still think it works.
Summary: WWII AU set in Birmingham, UK in 1943. A mysterious aircraft falls to the ground near a pub in Birmingham, and the pilot inside warns of invasion. With Britain busy fighting a world war, it is hardly a warning that garners much attention. He reaches out to one man, hoping his warning be heeded in time before the world ends.



Part One: Thursday Evening, April 22, 1943
Miss Cassie Reucassel arrived at the club early, as usual, after leaving the refuge centre where she worked with her mother. It seemed like a perfectly calm night, which was either a blessing or a curse, depending on how much the Germans wanted to disrupt her routine. She was hoping nothing would happen. She had, though, gotten used to navigating through the darkened streets at night, thankful that she didn't have to travel far to get to her home. Not everyone was that lucky, and more than once people had been killed by bombing raids because they were out in the open on the streets.

Part Two: Friday Morning, April 23, 1943
Chas was trying to rev the car he’d ‘borrowed’ from a friend when Kelly joined him, slipping in beside him as if he was meant to be there. The car wasn’t that interested in starting, and Chas cursed a little and tried again.

Chas glanced over at Kelly as he wondered whether the car could be hotwired. "Julian, right?"

"Who else? Besides, you're not the only one who's a little curious about our man in there. Shall we?"

“Definitely, when this bloody car decides to start. Here, give us a hand, will you?”


Part Three: Friday Afternoon, April 23, 1943
The base at Lichfield was an overgrown old manor house, built on the site of an old fairground, that had once been owned by an American businessman. It had sat vacant for several years before MI5 acquired it just before the war. It was surrounded by high stone walls with big iron gates, and the buildings inside were closer to caricature than real. It was never set up to be a working manor, and the manor house itself was gaudy and sat somewhat uncomfortably on the land. It looked too big, or too small, or quite the wrong shape. It was never really clear just what was wrong with it, just that it didn't look right.

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Title: It’s All Relative
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: Anthropomorphic/The Chaser RPS
Starring: Foxtel, Charles Firth
Pairings: Foxtel/Charles Firth, implied ABC (Aunty)/Charles Firth
Word Count: 1,388
Prompt: ‘Crossover, Anthropomorphic/RPF, Foxtel/Charles Firth, seduction, slavery’ for Porn Battle IX
Warnings: D/s themes, oral sex, smut, sissy Charles
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: …May or may not have been inspired by this article. >_>  IDK, who reads that and thinks slavery? Me, apparently. XD
Summary: Charles finds Foxtel too difficult to ignore when she comes asking for him to join her.

It's All Relative )
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Title: Melting In The Sun
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: The Chaser RPS
Starring: Andrew Hansen, Charles Firth
Pairings: Andrew/Charles
Word Count: 1,790
Prompt: 018 – Waterproof for citrus_taste (table)
Warnings: cross-dressing
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: Not true in any way, shape or form.
Author’s Notes: Originally written for the prompt 'melting' over at [community profile] dailyprompt; this is an edited/revised version (and a better one, I think.)
Summary: It’s a particularly hot day in Sydney, and Charles is grumpy, and not just because Andrew is positively chirpy and the air conditioner is less than awesome. Andrew, however, is not interested in letting his mood last.

Melting In The Sun )
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Because apparently I fail at updating this journal. XD

Also, the last few days have been sort of scant on the writing front, so there hasn't been much to post, since I didn't want to post incomplete scenes, so now that I actually have completed scenes, I shall post them for you. :D

THOUGH. I BROKE 40K TODAY. 8D LESS THAN 10K PEOPLE. 8D

Though I am sure the story needs probably 60-75K to be finished properly. And then it'll need a damn good edit. XD

First scene: Set before this bit from chapter seven I posted on day 16. (Because I fail at writing in order. XD)
I wanna cut ur flist )

And now, Chapter Eight! :D
Long cut is long )

ANYWAY. THAT WAS A LOT TO POST. XD And I'm not quite sure that last scene is properly finished, but it's finished enough to post.

So yes. Not bad for a rough draft. :D
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Current mood: Tired
Current music: The Whale - ELO
Progress: Rewrote the second scene from day 12; added moar scenes to chapter seven. :D Also, watched too many Wizzard videos on youtube. XD Lead singer = Roy Wood = Ulysses, who was supposed to be an original character, but now apparently isn't. Fail. XD
Word Count: 33,924/50,000
Characters: generally behaving, though Craig is sulking about his female body. I'm not letting him wear pretty clothes, thus he is sulking. XD

Anyway. It's very late and I should go to bed. So here, one rewritten scene from day 12, and one scene from chapter 7 that continues on from yesterday's writingz. :D

Cut the first - rewrite of day 12 )

Chapter seven con't )

AND NOW TO BED. SINCE IT IS AFTER HALF PAST TWO IN THE SODDING MORNING. D:
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Current word count: 30,823/50,000 :D
Chapters: 7/?
Current mood: shit tired but happy
Characters: Craig is sulking somewhat. Andrew is trying to pretend he doesn't like Craig.
Progress: Well, not much. Some of the items mentioned in today's excerpt will (I hope) come in handy later on. So keep an eye out for them.
Remarks: I'm kinda out of things to say here. And it's also time I was in bed. So there.

So yes. Today's effort. Just one scene (and I keep spotting typos. XD) It's only a draft, it'll need an edit, etc. You know the drill.

Why, yes, it's a cut. )

So yes. Not sure what kind of progress it is, but it'll do. :D
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Current mood: Sore from housework. XP
Current music: Black Bugs - Regurgitator
Progress: Well. Hmm. I am not sure if Craig is pleased with current developments. :/
Word Count: 28,777/50,000

Managed 3k today. :D One scene, mostly, that was supposed to involve Andrew discovering what, exactly, his grandfather had hidden away in his room and, well, it turned into this...
Read on, if you wish... (and yes, I know these are getting less inventive over time. I know, alright? XD) )

So, er, yes. I am not sure how this will end. We'll see. D:
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Current mood: Peachy, but tired
Current music: Daft Punk - Night Vision
Current Word Count: 25,777/50,000 :D
Progress: Much Andrew/Charles squishiness, and bratty thief Craig is threatening to crack under the pressure of kindness. Also, making Charles a knight with tenuous links to the Royal Family was as poncy as I was willing to let him get. He is, after all, the eldest son of a baronet, and not a Duke or a Prince. Also, he had to have an order to belong to as I wouldn't let him be a Knight Bachelor. XD
Chapters: 6/?
Current music: ELO - Letter From Spain
Time: 1:38am
Other comments: I fear I have spent rather a lot of time tonight looking at the peerage system and castles and manor houses. I am filling my brain with further tracts of useless knowledge. :D

We is up to chapter six tonight. Not sure how many chapters we'll have by the end of it, but yes. I have provision for 15 at present, with averages of between 4.2-5k per chapter. With the one exception of the 600 odd words of prologue. :P

Anyway. Two scenes for you. I am, still, sort of trying to entice the Craig/Andrew to emerge. Andrew is, of course, notoriously clingy when it comes to Charles, so this may be difficult. But I shall persist anyway.

I'm a cut, I )

At least I have an excuse to get Craig to go nick stuff from the Earl's estate now. Charles can send him over as a dare/revenge/petty one-up-manship, and lo, finally, Chris might turn up, being one of the Earl's younger brothers. I have half a mind to let Craig mess with Chris, just for the lulz. But we'll see.
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Current mood: fucking tired. Also, pissed off at my internet. Again. -_-

It's been a stupidly unproductive day. I did manage to make 23k today though, so I'm happy about that. Really all I managed to do was add a little more to the last scene I was working on yesterday. It badly needs some more work done on it though. Needs moar description, and I'm not totally happy with the dialogue flow. Still working on voicing some of the accents as well. Not trying to write all my accents out, it's more... sometimes it just doesn't work to write it out properly, and I tend to restrict it to dialogue. Which is why I'm not so happy with the dialogue in this part. It's not just the inconsistent accents (still working on them), also the flow is... not quite what I was after. There's something lacking in here, some action or something, and I think I need to take another look at it when I'm not dead tired and fix it. But that's a job for another day.

So, in lieu of not having anything else to post, here's what I managed to add to it. It's not even finished, but I'm too tired to do any more work on it so bug me tomorrow.

Yeah, it's a cut, okay? )

IDEK. I had a slightly different idea for them getting in there, but I think this is better. Possibly. Anyway. Once I'm done with that, I can move on to Charles/Andrew, so we might get a little more progress. Hopefully I don't feel as uninspired tomorrow either.

And so to bed. At last. :D
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Graarg, okay, stupid internet + tireness = this is all you're getting today.

Current song: Nobody's Child - ELO
Current mood: nyeh
Word count: 22,258/50,000
Progress: Marginal.
Remarks: Tricksy time travellers are tricksy. That's all I've got so far.
Scenes to write: Squishy Andrew and Charles waking up in bed beside each other, sorting through the items that once belonged to Andrew's grandfather, and Craig doing some more breaking and entering, possibly at Chris' mansion, where Chris is a younger brother of the 5th Earl of Aylesford, the only rival to Charles in terms of power, Army and Peerage. Even if Charles won't tell me his title, rank and position in society. *headdesk* I don't think he's quite let go of the idea I had where he was a Prince, and is reluctant to let me make him anything else. *sighs* This is what I put up with, people. -_-

A cut, a cut, my livejournal for a cut )

...And that's as far as I got before tiredness and lack of inspiration took over. Will think about where this is going and finish that scene tomorrow. Not sure if they'll be all welcomed once they've said who they are, or chased off or something. IDK. We'll see. :D
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(And I was going to post this last night but LJ crapped out on me just as I was going to post it so you're getting it now. XD)

FINALLY got some NaNoing done tonight after Lateline. Had a migraine all day, which kind killed my productivity. -_-

Also, my internet is still shit and I want a new keyboard. :(

Current mood: in need of fudz and sleep kthnx
Current word count: 21,023/50,000
Chapters completed: four. Started the fifth this evening.
Progress: *sighs* I should not be in the least bit surprised this is threatening to become an epic Andrew/Charles love story, should I? XD IDK. I'm making this shit up as I go along. I have mentioned before how any planning plot-wise on my behalf tends to be utterly subverted by my muses, so I haven't bothered this year and am just writing it as it comes along.
Drink of choice: Coke
Packets of noodles eaten: 4-6.
Hours of study completed: maybe one? If I'm being generous? XD
Current time: 12:55am :D (Well, it was when I wrote this. XD)
Current favourite song: 'Veridis Quo' by Daft Punk. IDEKW.
Current state of bedroom: In need of a tidy.
Cameos: Finally sorted and in place. Obvious? Possibly.
Time spent researching UK rail networks and steam locomotive history for last night's effort: 4 hours, in between watching TV, of course.
Was it really worth it?: IDK, but I got to look at photos of some pretty old abandoned train stations. :P
Other remarks: I seemed to write Vauxhill rather a lot. Go figure.

Anyway. I could go on all night, but I'm lazy and tired so I won't. Anyway. Have some writtinz. :D And you know, the usual 'it's just a draft and needs a clean up, all typos are my own' warnings, etc.

ZOMG a cut D: )

In summary: Charles is a possessive bastard, but we all knew that anyway. XD

*goes to do some actual study for once*
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Firstly, ffs, srsly, do you know how hard it is to post anything when your internet keeps disconnecting EVERY FIVE FUCKING SECONDS? D:<

Computer raeg aside, here, have some fictions. Might have forgotten to note the chapter in the last post. I cbf checking. But this, what I'm about to post, is chapter four. Assume the last lot was chapter three or something.

And yes, this is short, and without vital stats, because I want to get this fucker posted before bed and my internet is being a cunt. So there. >:( Though Craig has a suitably messed up accent, because every now and then his voice lapses into very bad Brummie crossed with whatever else he happens to throw into the mix and speaks a million miles an hour. *sighs* Ironically, Craig's supposed to have a terrible accent here, so I don't feel too bad about it. I'm trying to prod the others into picking up on it, but no one does. Andrew certainly doesn't care. Ah well.

In other news, Laney and Darcy reappear, and have better accents than Craig. Win. xD They've decided to be West Country boys (Devon et al.). At least someone's decisive. XD I will have to write more of them though. They are beginning to sound interesting. :D

Current Word Count: 19,005/50,000 (34 percent, because I've now lost function of my percentage key as well as my exclamation mark key. *sighs*)

I'm at least nice enough to give you a cut )

And here's hoping this posts first go and doesn't screw up on me. D:
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You're getting four days in one. Because I didn't have time to post before now. So nyeh. :P

Current mood: decent
Current activity: watching Iron Chef
Current word count: 15,114/50,000
Characters: Andrew can't keep a posh English accent no matter how much I try. Craig is still being a prat seems intent on doing the whole double agent thing. Chas, Jules, Chris and Dom are no-shows at present. I have no idea if they will turn up at all or whether this will end up only being an epic Craig/Charles/Andrew lovefest (none of the three seem to be interested in changing this at present).
Plot: Well, it's going somewhere. Andrew and Craig are ganging up to spend as much time with Charles as possible. I am not surprised in the least. -_- (If they don't end up moving in with him, I'll be very surprised. I'm sure he's already thinking of a way to manage that)
Cameos: Still working on them. No one can decide exactly when during the plot they're going to turn up, so we'll see. XD
Other notes: OH. Done some more development of the magic system. All the spells are related to (ancient) Greek (which I don't know), rather than Latin (which I know better). My pronunciations may be dodgy because of that. Ah well. Oh, and we seem to have motorbikes. For some reason, that one crept up on me. XD Damn you, Andrew! XD

Anyway. Onto the fic. This be a long entry (~4.2k), just so you know. And the usual, it's just a draft, it'll probably be better after an edit, etc.

Oh hai, have some moar epic fic. :D )


So yes. I'm still pondering on rewriting/adding to the last scene with Craig and whether or not I should include a little more backstory. I might add it tomorrow or something. IDk. I probably should though.
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Mood: Tired
Cameos: None yet.
--Planned? A few.
--Obvious? Possibly.
Word Count: 10,407/50,000 (~20%)
Remarks: Pretentious Charles is pretentious. Also full of himself. This is nothing unusual. Andrew is adorable. Craig is a brat.
Scenes written: 2, and added to a third I started yesterday.
Am I randomly picking things to report on each day? Fuck yes.

Just two scenes to post today. I did work on adding more detail to a third, but it's in the chapter marked 'Pls insert somewhere at some point' and contains the scenes I'm writing out of order that I need to slot in somewhere. I know where it's going, but it's not finished and I won't post it until it's done. I am, at least, trying to post this sequentially/linearly so it makes sense.

That said, I did say writing Andrew's conversations with his radio would be epic word padding and I was right. >:D Because it took a while to get going this evening and it seemed a good way to start. Also, I'm still working on how I'm going to format it. I might put radio man's voice in italics, but I haven't decided yet. When I edit, the conversations will be cleaned up and not sound so... well, eh. They'll be better at any rate. XD

Usual disclaimers of totally first draft and any typos will be fixed later etc. I have some smut planned for later on as well, so I'll warn for that when I get around to posting that particular scene.

Adorable Andrew is Adorable and Charles displays his delusions of grandeur )
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Wordcount: 7905 :D
Morale: Decent
Characters: generally behaving
Plot: slowly emerging
Scenes: 9 complete; 1 to write
Current music: Regurgitator - I Wanna Be A Nudist
Current mood: Would liek some food. And sleep. XD

And on to today's writingz. :D Finished off the last scene I posted yesterday. Will include the whole scene for context. As usual, this is the draft word-vomited version and will probably be tidied up later on, so any mistakes will be fixed later.
I love you too, have a cut )

So yes. Craig is being a brat and enjoying every moment of it. Why am I even surprised? XD

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