I just wrote two ficlets set during the movie "Napola" because xkatjafx and the muses were so damn convincing:

Winter Dreams
Author: allaire mikháil
Fandom: Napola
Pairing: Friedrich / Albrecht
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He dreams of what he should have done.
Beta thanks to: temve
240 words, Friedrich POV.

Winter's Touch
Author: allaire mikháil
Fandom: Napola
Pairing: Friedrich / Albrecht, Friedrich & other (slash & het)
Rating: R
Summary: A piece of that winter day is lodged in his heart just like the shard of ice in the tale of the Snow Queen.
Beta thanks to: temve
1.473 words, Friedrich POV.

I should have cleaned the living room. Gone to bed early. Thrown my computer out of the window (there's still a fucked-up folder among my recreated data, argh, and I cannot delete it! Shoot me, please!). Prepared for tomorrow's gaming session (which I, by the way, mixed up with another, so I hope one of the guys can forgive me and do without my presence, since even I, Queen of Chaos, haven't managed the feat of being in two places at the same time). Phoned my friends at whose place I stayed over the weekend (gaming session! Yay!) and found out whether Allaire managed to behead that damned skeleton and save her friend, or whether her sister-in-arms was slain by the Zombie queen's magic. Urgh.

I'm making even less sense than usual.

I so need sleep. I so need a new head. I so need a new computer. And a clone to answer my mail.

Any volunteers/providers for any of the above?

edit: Netscape died on me again. Bye-bye, mail of the last two weeks. Crap. What a crappy day.