Meh

It's 94 degrees.  I'm driving home, my AC broken, my windows rolled down, blasting The Tragically Hip's cover of "Black Day in July" as I go.  In front of me, a blue-gray smudge on the overcast horizon tells me that something in Detroit is burning.  Again.

[Quite literally, as it happened-- the building in question already burned once.]

Sigh.

-x-

So...

Non-entry for fe_contest #20 finished, like it even matters.

Both entries for fe_fest unfinished, because I've written them over so many times it hurts.  AUs, man.  Ow.

Have been attempting to finally get a goddamned Levin/Fury piece finished, and also attempted a weird little non-romantic Azel-Tiltyu-Lex thing that got hijacked by its own subtext and turned into a furious indictment of sexual hypocrisy among the upper classes.  [Pro tip: don't imply that Azel is Lex's waifu unless you want to open a spring-loaded can of metaphorical worms.]

An entirely unwanted side effect of FE4 is that, suddenly, all story ideas and concepts come down to the burning question of who is sleeping with whom, and making babies with whom, and that just... did not used to be my MO.  But now it's pairing 'fic.  All this pairing 'fic.  It's rotten.  

And I still don't even like most of these characters, which makes it even weirder.