The Web Of Lies

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 )

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: 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 )

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: 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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It Wasn't My Idea To Dance by lexicalcrow

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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 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 )

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:

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:

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

(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*

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.

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