(I did know, and you totally do! Also, sorry about the impending gender swap ficlet; I don't think I'm very good at that sort of AU beyond perhaps drawing.)
01. Wild West
The only good thing about being so scrawny was that when he said he wanted no trouble in his bar, nobody ever thought he was capable of ending any what came his way. Folk learned, mostly, but most had to be taught first. Fucking cowboys.
02. Cyberpunk
The sky city came alive at night with the ticking of a thousand cybertronic clockwork hearts. All Cyprian could do was wait, and hope.
03. Shapeshifters
It was difficult being a man when all you'd known was sunshowers and earth and bees, and everything was awkward and either too big or too small, but he thought he might be able to get the hang of it, one day not too terribly far off. He'd become human for a reason, and comfort was not it.
Clearly.
04. Pirates
He hadn't actually meant to become a pirate captain, it just coincided with his preference for breathing out of holes which had not been made in his neck. Now he was stuck with a crew of a hundred loyal brigands, and for some reason a private of the British imperial navy and a scullery maid. Was that his fault he ended up liking it?
All right, fine, it was. He couldn't bullshit his way out of that. But all the laws against piracy in the world couldn't execute a man they couldn't keep.
05. …In SPACE!!
Space was not unfamiliar to him. Cyprian had read about this. He'd read about a room somewhere back on Earth where the utter lack and void of motion and life and sound could make the heartbeat of a body, the very blood in his veins an inescapable roar of madness and agony. That was what this was. That room was a pale imitation of the black.
06. Born Another Gender
Boys who dared to aspirations of dating Cyrene Corvo usually brought her flowers. She liked flowers, and all and sundry knew it. What they didn't seem to know was that their flowers had no compuctions to lie about and conceal their character for them as well as their pure white smiles did.
07. Schoolfic
It took Cyprian several weeks to realize that it wasn't school that was hell, but the other students. He dearly hoped "hermit" was a valid career choice.
08. Police/Firefighters
The media were like flies, and swarmed dead bodies just as happily. There were some days Cyprian truly hated the world, but never his job. Let them swarm all they liked. It wouldn't bring Jessi Colvin back, but Cyprian could stop the killer from taking any more lives. He could stop the other girls from dying, and he would do whatever he needed to ensure that.
09. Urban Fantasy
It was cold and dark, and the closest hotel was outside the city borders. Or, well, there was a Holiday Inn down the block, but its domoviye had it out for him. They didn't take kindly to dryads for whatever past wrongs one had committed upon them once, and took even less kindly to Cyprian in particular. The city was no place for him, but he was trapped.
10. Harem
There were plenty of romantic opportunities for a prince of the Gardens, but all Cyprian wanted was one man.
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Date: 2012-06-04 09:02 pm (UTC)01. Wild West
The only good thing about being so scrawny was that when he said he wanted no trouble in his bar, nobody ever thought he was capable of ending any what came his way. Folk learned, mostly, but most had to be taught first. Fucking cowboys.
02. Cyberpunk
The sky city came alive at night with the ticking of a thousand cybertronic clockwork hearts. All Cyprian could do was wait, and hope.
03. Shapeshifters
It was difficult being a man when all you'd known was sunshowers and earth and bees, and everything was awkward and either too big or too small, but he thought he might be able to get the hang of it, one day not too terribly far off. He'd become human for a reason, and comfort was not it.
Clearly.
04. Pirates
He hadn't actually meant to become a pirate captain, it just coincided with his preference for breathing out of holes which had not been made in his neck. Now he was stuck with a crew of a hundred loyal brigands, and for some reason a private of the British imperial navy and a scullery maid. Was that his fault he ended up liking it?
All right, fine, it was. He couldn't bullshit his way out of that. But all the laws against piracy in the world couldn't execute a man they couldn't keep.
05. …In SPACE!!
Space was not unfamiliar to him. Cyprian had read about this. He'd read about a room somewhere back on Earth where the utter lack and void of motion and life and sound could make the heartbeat of a body, the very blood in his veins an inescapable roar of madness and agony. That was what this was. That room was a pale imitation of the black.
06. Born Another Gender
Boys who dared to aspirations of dating Cyrene Corvo usually brought her flowers. She liked flowers, and all and sundry knew it. What they didn't seem to know was that their flowers had no compuctions to lie about and conceal their character for them as well as their pure white smiles did.
07. Schoolfic
It took Cyprian several weeks to realize that it wasn't school that was hell, but the other students. He dearly hoped "hermit" was a valid career choice.
08. Police/Firefighters
The media were like flies, and swarmed dead bodies just as happily. There were some days Cyprian truly hated the world, but never his job. Let them swarm all they liked. It wouldn't bring Jessi Colvin back, but Cyprian could stop the killer from taking any more lives. He could stop the other girls from dying, and he would do whatever he needed to ensure that.
09. Urban Fantasy
It was cold and dark, and the closest hotel was outside the city borders. Or, well, there was a Holiday Inn down the block, but its domoviye had it out for him. They didn't take kindly to dryads for whatever past wrongs one had committed upon them once, and took even less kindly to Cyprian in particular. The city was no place for him, but he was trapped.
10. Harem
There were plenty of romantic opportunities for a prince of the Gardens, but all Cyprian wanted was one man.