Title: Gutter brain
Author: Peppuuch
Pairing: None. Pre-slash
Rating: PG. Your own mental visions, I can't rate. Though I'm guessing nothing below an M anywhere...
Summary: Hah. It's too short for a summary. Really it is.
Disclaimers: not mine blah blah, sue me and take my broken Ipod.
AN: Yes, I have other fiction on the way, both a continuation of my currently unnamed series, and also a icon-prompt fic (together they fight crime).


"Andrea." Miranda's voiced sensuously through the outer office.
"Yes Miranda?" Even after months, Andy was still wobbly on her higher than reasonable heels.
"I'm taking you to Australia for their odd little fashion week."

All of a sudden Andy's perfect little fantasy world imploded and she now knew the consequences of reading far-more-than-healthy quantities of online lesbian erotic fiction. She was never, ever, going to be able to look Miranda in the face again.

And she was definitely NOT sleeping on the plane to Sydney. At all. Just in case.

For anyone trying to get in contact with me, I'm ok.
Bro, cousins and dog are with me and are ok.
I can't call out on my mobile, and all the relief centre phones have a waiting list, but for some reason I've got my wireless net working.

I'm sending out emails and I've put a note on facebook too.
I've send out emails and notes for bro and cousins too, so if they're friends call through, let them know. Cousins don't really know what's going on, it was dark when we had to leave the car, so I don't think they understand, but i'll wait till we get home before i try to explain it all.

I'll try and look for my car in a few hours, but i think it's gone.
we'll get back somehow though.

We're ok.
We'll be home soon.

Ummm... I was going to post here, and at the DWP community quite some time ago, but some really horrible stuff happened in a very short space of time.

Needless to say fanfic and all forms of non-urgent interpersonal interaction took a back seat.
And probably will fairly often in the coming years.

I am pleased to say that I will be taking on a much more active role in the lives of my young cousins, whom I've always been supremely proud of, and I love to absolute pieces, despite not being a "children person"... at all. Expect gushing. Much gushing.

So I'll get on with it now and hopefully have something ficish for you all soon.

the three strange people that actually look at this anyways.

Cheers for now

but it won't be much longer. Promise. In the next nine hours I promise to have an update on my major ficthing. that's what I'm calling it.
I'll also have a brand new crack-fic. Cause I had some major inspiration in the last few weeks.

to let you know some of what's been going on... and some more background... here it is.

I come from (originally) a very very small "town" aways out west in New South Wales (Aussie), where my extended family still owns a stupidly large cattle station. I live and work in Sydney, but will travel home when the need arises.
the need arose, and off i went, and there i was for while.
so there you have it. no fic cause of no internet. at all. we only got a phone in the mid 80's. and power to the main house in the 60's. etc. you get picture.

but I'm back.
and i will post.

cheers;
Briony

I love my job. Really. I do.
Just sometimes, I have days like today. When I love my job, but I hate all of the people who populate my working life.

Ofcourse, everything that was wrong was completely self inflicted, like my hangover, my broken hand (the result of a FREAK accident a fortnight ago), and lack of organisation.
But that's not the point. If there was noone else there, I'd have had a great day.

Unfortunatley, there's no point managing a cafe with no customers or staff.
Go figure.

I'm one of the staff-managers of the highest volume cafe in Sydney (that doesn't have a kitchen) and we have the highest number of "through-the-door" customers in NSW. And I was dumb enough to get wasted last night... I should learn.

Good thing that happened today! Not long after I started work (lethargic, tired, ill etc) I got a tip for my latte-art! woooot! And i have no earthly idea what it was, or why I even bothered to put pretty pictures on the coffee. truly truly I have no idea.
I actually think my hand was shaking so much stuff was just appearing... Pollock style kinda.

anyway. Nuff of that. I'm off.

Title: Spandex and Tweed
Author: Peppuuch
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: None
Summary: In which Emily reveals her true calling
Disclaimers: Not mine.
AN: Truly truly crackfic... but I'm not happy with the ending.

( read on )

Title: Shoes of power
Author: Peppuuch
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: None, slight A/M hint
Summary: Emily likes bright!-shiny! things
Disclaimers: Not mine.
AN: I was writing the next piece in my curently untitled series (?), but I got distracted by misreading a comment by jintymac on my fic "something odd"

( enjoy )

Title: Ms Sachs, Please
Author: Peppuuch
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: pre-slash
Sumary: Frankenstein really was the monster
Disclaimers: Not mine, because if it would, it might be porn...
AN: This one is not as funny as the previous fics, infact its not funny at all. But the point is to build a greater story.

( read on )

I thought, as people are actually reading some of the stuff I'm puttint up here, that I should explain some stuff.

( so if your interested, here it is )

Title: Something odd
Author: Peppuuch
Fandom: Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: pre-slash
Sumary: "Miss Sachs had the junior clackers withering before her"
Disclaimers: Not mine, because if it would, it might be porn...
AN: For some reason, people keep asking me to write more... who am I to deny?


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