Stormy Skies

part three!

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:48:53 GMT

And now for the depressing ones. D: ksjdfaeh

Word Count: 625
Rating: PG for mentions of violence?
Characters: Dezso, Trissen
Notes: Dezso is a main character, Trissen belongs to the ruler of the Fifth level of Hell as his shotabait. They're both my characters; this is after a part where Five rescued Dezso from Mr. Mean Man Caim. D:

Dezso didn't really know what to make of the boy, small hands and face and seeming too young to have done anything to warrant being in Hell. He wondered for a second what his story was before the headache pounding through his temples forced him to close his eyes, lay back down. A small blessing that his eyes had developed, but it would take him a while to be used to seeing things again. A gasp as unseen hands tugged at the blanket, and he was staring at the boy again, eyes wide and gaping on both parties. "I'm just..you looked kind of cold," the boy muttered, gaze averted, before turning and leaving the room quickly. Dezso shook his head, laid back down. He was a rather pretty child, though. If he hadn't known any better, he might think he was a girl, something androgynous. He raised his arm, dropped it over his eyes as he tried to rest.

Trissen walked away from the door as quickly as he could, hands clenched tightly into fists. He didn't know what the man's problem was, how he'd come to end up as he had at their-- Grey's house, wished that Grey would hurry in finding his master. It wasn't so bad, seeing another human, for there was simply nothing else he could be-- fragile and easily broken, and Trissen didn't envy him at all.

He just wanted him out of the house.

--

He came awake to find the boy staring at him, and Dezso could only think of how relieved he was that it hadn't been Caim or Cole, that he hadn't been dreaming. The boy dropped a stack of linens on a chair, walked over to him. Dezso's eyes went wide as those same small hands cupped his cheeks, pulled him closer. What-- And up close, he was adorable, pretty and porcelain, and with a faint musk about him that he hadn't noticed before. But it didn't fit in with the rest of him, something strange and different and remotely familiar. ...sex? His mouth dropped open as it came to mind, and the boy looked into his mouth, as though that'd been his purpose all along.

Trissen hadn't been expecting to see it. Hollow, pink and white teeth, and-- and his tongue was missing, what the...

His hands dropped away, a reflexive step back, and he stared at the man in the bed. Not so much revulsion on his face; more some mix of horror and pity. So that was why he never said anything. A slight blush burned his cheeks, and Trissen went back to arranging the linens, a reluctant guilt for his previous attitude forcing him to step back a moment. He saw the man look away out of the corner of his eye, some sick, sad smile on his face, and more than before, he began to wonder what had happened. Who'd done such a horrible thing to him.

There was a quiet pause, almost awkward as it stretched, before the youth trailed back to the door. Dezso didn't look up. He had an idea of what he must look like, it was just a shame that the boy had bore witness. But then there was a quiet clearing of his throat, and clear green eyes were looking at him from the doorway. "My name's Trissen. You can..." A pause as he chewed on his lip, eyes cast to the side for just a second as he considered what to say. Dezso cocked his head to the side just a little, curious, and then Trissen's eyes were on him again.

"You're safe here."

And then the door was shut, and Dezso wondered if it would hurt if he were to cry.

Word Count: 709
Rating: G
Characters: Dante, Trissen
Notes: Dante is Dezso's boyfriend/beloved thing. He belongs to daiyaonna, and Trissen belongs to Five, even though I made him up. ): Ipos is Five's real name, by the way.

The first thing that came to mind was that he was huge. Not so large as Grey, at least not in Trissen's eyes, but he was still tall, broad, reminiscent of the twins who sometimes visited Six. Trissen didn't know if that meant he was an angel, too, and some part of him didn't really care; too caught up by the sheer size of him, and he had to look down at himself, so very small in comparison, wonder if he'd ever get to even a fraction of that height. The boy trailed back to their guest's room, peered in at him. His tongue was starting to grow back in, but it was still painful for him to talk, worse to hear him attempt it. If that was his master, then why did he look so frightened..?

A small smile his way, and he had to try to reassure him somehow-- "Don't worry, Sky. It'll be okay.." It was the name he'd come up with for the man when he hadn't been able to talk, staring at mismatched eyes that reminded him so much. He turned and ran back to Grey's side, leering at the newcomer. He didn't look like such a bad man, but appearances were deceiving. If he'd been the man to hurt him like that..

A curious glance at the child by Ipos' side, and Dante wondered why the boy was staring at him so. Never seen him before, but that was to be expected of the different levels in Hell, and he couldn't really be bothered to wonder after him, more pressing matters at hand. He cleared his throat, gaze returned to the seemingly uncaring face before him. "I've come to..retrieve Dezso." And then, almost as an afterthought, "--please." He had no time for the formalities, didn't care so much anyway. He just wanted to see Dezso.

There was a quiet scoff, and one large hand fell onto Trissen's shoulder. Warm, fond, though not nearly so comforting as usual; no impropriety in front of the guests, perhaps. Ipos looked down at the boy, nodded towards Dante. "Trissen, would you show Dante to..Dezso's room, please? I'll be along in a moment." There was a sidelong glance at him, not altogether trusting, and Trissen nodded, motioning to Dante. "Come along," he murmured, walking off without a second glance to be sure he was following.

Dezso? Sky fit him better.

They walked along in silence, Trissen more than perfectly happy with it, before there was a voice, quiet and wavering. "Is...he alright?" The boy stopped, turned to look back Dante. It was slightly unnerving, piercing eyes staring up at him, but he met them as best he could, relief at finding Dezso warring for space with the fear of what it was that he might find. Trissen stared at him for a moment, that hurt on his face. He looked...haggard, worn. Worried, more than anything. Maybe he distrusted him a little less, and Dante was surprised to find the boy turning towards him, arms crossed over his chest as they stopped in front of a door.

"You're not the one that hurt him?" The question sent a shock along his nerves, violent and fearful and pained, and Dante felt a cold chill sweep through him. Hurt. Licking suddenly dry lips, he shook his head, finding his voice gone. "Are you lying to me?" Dante closed his eyes for a moment, tried to regain some composure. "I swear it upon anything that I am... I would never wish any pain befall him." Much less inflict it myself. Almost horrified at the thought that he could, but he could see something processing through the boy's head. Trissen stared at him for a moment, trying to decide whether he could be believed. But Grey seemed certain that Sky was his...

A slight nod, and he stared at Dante. "Don't-- don't hurt his feelings." And he opened the door, stepped back to let the angel into the room and closing the door behind him, though he left it open just slightly. Waiting. And he heard it in the voice, knew that Grey was right, then: "...Dezso--" And he shut the door.

...he still thought Sky sounded better, though.

Word Count: 378
Rating: G
Characters: Elan, Aron, Dezso
Notes: All mine again. Elan and Aron are a pair of twin angels. Elan got seduced by a Fallen Angel while he was on a visit to Hell, and Aron fell in with the Sixth ruler. Heretics. |D This is before they Fall, seems like. Also, Aron seems to have an obsession with putting people in dresses.

They made too pretty a pair, really, almost shining, so very beautiful, and Dezso couldn't quite believe his eyes. They regarded each other slowly, mirrored sets of blue eyes examining blue and grey, and if he hadn't been so intrigued by them, it might have been somewhat unnerving. But then one of them smiled, took his hand in both of his. "You're very pretty, you know that?" he asked, bright smile and clasping his hand warmly. "What's your name?"

It took a moment for him to find his voice, a quiet intake of breath as his might caught up. They were stunning, beautiful and entrancing, almost hypnotic in the way they seemed to shimmer; Dezso could only assume from their height that they too were angels, though theirs was a different beauty than Dante's. He couldn't help hoping they wouldn't Fall, would never lose that strange quality about them, stuttering as he tried not to seem too rude. "I-- I'm Dezso. Dez. You two are..wow."

High laughter then, and he couldn't help but wonder why the one was talking, and the other was...just standing there. The talkative one elbowed the frowny one, tugged on a lock of silver-platinum hair. "Elan, the lovely creature just complimented us, don't be so rude!" Elan jumped, surprised, a faint shadow of a blush staining his cheeks. "Er-- thank you, Dezso. I'm Elan, this is my brother, Aron. It is a pleasure to meet you. You must pardon me, I was--" He paused, letting a small smile slip onto his face, "--your eyes are quite exquisite."

Dezso smiled, thanking him - briefly, he had to wonder just what it was with his eyes. He knew that Dante loved them, had been singled out sometimes because of them, but to him, they were just...his eyes. It wasn't such a big deal, though, just another compliment, and he froze as one pale hand touched his chin, light in its touch. Aron tilted his head this way and that, beckoned him turn around a couple times before turning to his twin brother.

"What do you think, Elan? Wouldn't he look stunning in a dress? Something to match his eyes. Crystal blue? I'm thinking..."

And somewhere, Dezso couldn't help but wonder just what he'd gotten himself into.

Word Count: 507
Rating: G
Characters: Aron, Elan, Verin
Notes: Aron and Elan are mine; Verin is daiyaonna's. He's also one of a set of twins, but his twin is a douchebag ):

He doesn't know what to make of this new person; distrust, obviously, and something bordering on hatred (but that's a sin, you can't hate if you're an angel but why not?) for the one who took his brother away, and Aron is quiet as he watches them. Observing. What sort of person could tempt his quiet, cautious brother? And his twin, no less. He was babbling about something, Elan clinging to his arm like a limpet, and Aron felt almost bitter, remembering when Elan used to cling to him, stand beside him rather than with the one who caused his downfall. That--

What was a Fallen doing tempting other angels, anyway? He, more than any of them, should know the consequences. It didn't sit right with him, made him distrust him all the more.

Elan had sent word to him, an apology of sorts, wanting him to meet the cause of his Fall. Aron hadn't been aware they'd been on speaking terms, but then again, it was slightly hypocritical of him. After all, he'd been sullied too, and by a circle ruler, no less. But to commit such sin with someone he'd barely met?

He hadn't thought his brother so easy as that.

And the new angel - what was his name? Verin? - just kept talking. Loquacious, was that the word for it? Something about how 'shiny' they were, and how he likes Elan, and has he Fallen, too?, and the mindless sort of babbling that he couldn't stand. At least, when listening to Six, he had a purpose, and a mind towards it. It was fun to counter, to think over, to listen to. But this... This was disappointing, and he had to fight himself to stay seated, if only for Elan's sake.

It wasn't until afterwards, when Verin had gone on ahead, that the two of them got a chance to talk. He could see how Elan might think Verin handsome, almost boyish in his looks, but he still didn't understand--

"I think I might stay with him."

Aron stopped, looked at his brother. "...what?" Elan wasn't looking at him, eyes watching that figure slowly getting away from them. "I--" A quiet laugh, and he turned to him, "I have to make him take responsibility somehow, don't I?" For a second, Aron couldn't answer, wondering how Elan could ever make a joke out of the situation. Hell, how he could even joke at all. (now now, no cursing, little angel) But Elan was serious, or at least seemed to be, and Aron wondered just when it was that he'd lost the ability to read his brother. He sighed, pressed their foreheads together as he took Elan's hands. A comfort thing, something they used to do when they were still young. "..you can find me in the Sixth circle. You know where we always met."

A brief nod in response, eyes closed, and Aron couldn't help but wonder, just for a second, if Verin was looking, and if he'd find them so shiny right now.

Word Count: 681
Rating: PG-13 for mean words
Characters: Caim, Trissen
Notes: Caim is a dick. D: He belongs to daiyaonna.

He stank of blood and filth, painted in hatred and draped in robes interwoven with violence and pain. How someone like that didn't live in the Seventh circle baffled Trissen, but he could never quite bring himself to get near enough to ask. Not by choice, anyway. Sometimes, on the days when Caim would visit Grey, he would turn around and almost bump into the man, or find himself leading the two of them through the halls. Always, always, he could feel him sneering, but he didn't mind so long as Grey was around, knew that everything would be fine. But something about Lord Caim just...didn't feel right.

He felt..twisted. Wrong. And it scared Trissen more than he liked to admit.

Quiet footsteps along the flooring, and Trissen opened the door to Grey's study, something akin to a little smile on his face. Wanting to show him something, almost excited for it, and a chill ran down his spine as soon as he set foot inside the room. The boy looked up, saw blue, could have been a pretty blue if not for the one that bore them, blue eyes watching him. But he wasn't supposed to be here for another week... A step back towards the door, and it took him a second to find his voice. "Um-- sorry. I didn't realize you were here." Harsh laughter as the boy turned to leave, and he hated Caim, hated him with every fiber of his being, almost as much as he was afraid of him.

"Look at the little pet, lost without its master." There was an almost bored quality to Caim's voice, though he was smirking, reclined in his seat with his chin in his hand. "Shouldn't you be sucking cock somewhere, kid? Get lost."

Trissen froze, stared at him as his blood ran cold, "What--" That bastard... Caim waved a hand almost imperiously, as if dismissing him entirely. "You don't actually think it's a secret, do you? The great lord of the Fifth circle is fucking a little boy. Disgusting. A pedophile is our circle ruler." Azure eyes turned to ice as Caim looked at him, and Trissen couldn't help but feel like he was being inspected. "I have to wonder, what fun is it? I do imagine you might make for a good toy the first couple of times, but doesn't it get--"

There was a resounding echo as flesh impacted on flesh, and Trissen hadn't even realized he'd done it until his hand started stinging. "Don't you dare insult Grey like that." Furious, though he was trembling, and he wondered just when he'd crossed the room to get close enough to slap him. Something dangerous flickered in Caim's eyes, rage and all those things that scared him about Caim, and suddenly he was too frightened to realize that he should move, panicked thoughts screaming at him. "Looks like the doll has a bit of a bite to it. Does he like it when you bite him?" It seemed as though time had slowed as that hand moved, from holding Caim's chin and coming towards him. What have I done, oh god, Grey what do I--

"What is going on here?"

Everything froze for a second, and Five shut the door with an almost inaudible click. "Trissen?" It seemed to break the spell, and the boy was too happy to scurry back to his side, almost hiding behind him as he clung to his robes. He couldn't bear to say anything, and it was quiet for a moment before a hand rubbed at his shoulder just lightly. "Go rest in your room. I'll speak with you later." Trissen nodded, left the room without a word. He could hear Grey's voice as the door closed, low as he said, "You weren't to be here for another week," and then he was cut off from the two of them. It seemed as though he could breathe again once the door shut, and Trissen went to his room as told.

He made it a point never to come near Caim again.

Word Count: 636
Rating: R for implied sex
Characters: Dezso, Trissen
Notes: ....daiyaonna wanted to see them porn. Never mind that Trissen is 14. ):

It was somewhat unnerving for Dezso to see that he'd been right about Trissen, and even moreso to find out that he didn't care.

--

He'd still had to get used to being able to see again, to feel the mass of a tongue once more in his mouth, when Trissen had come into the room, shut the door softly behind him. Even with his eyes closed, he'd come to recognize the sound of the boy's footsteps, and a small smile touched his face. It was..nice, to have some company, even though he only wanted to go home to Dante.

In a strange place, one friend was better than none.

He made an effort to sit up, look at him at those footsteps came closer, and it surprised him when the covers shifted, another body slipping underneath with him. Eyes wide open then, and he stared at the boy. Trissen..? But small arms wrapped around him, that pretty porcelain face pressed to his shoulder. Dezso felt his heart sink a little, moved to brush his fingers through that hair as he laid back down. "I hate it when Gr-- when Five has to leave," came the muffled response, fingers tightening into his clothes. A small nod, and Dezso couldn't help agreeing, hating being separated from Dante at any costs as well. Trissen looked up at him, voice somewhat quiet as he asked, "Will you keep me company?" And it was almost immediate that Dezso nodded. Of course he would.

He hadn't been expecting to be kissed.

Trissen pressed forward, lips against his and sitting up properly, and he couldn't help kissing back just for a second, before he realized what was going on. He pushed him away, stared at him. Tried to fight with his new tongue, get some form of speech out. "Wha--" What would Five think? There was a blush on Trissen's cheeks, and he pouted at him. "I won't tell Grey if you don't." There was a slight quiver to his lip, and Dezso began to understand how Five -- Grey? -- couldn't seem to deny him. "I just..get kind of lonely when he leaves."

Then he was kissing him again, and Dezso couldn't bring himself to draw away. Trissen was good at kissing, and he wondered if that was Five's influence coming through. But this-- this was wrong. He pushed Trissen off of him, rolled so that their positions were switched before kissing him again. The boy seemed to like that better, arms coming to loop around his neck and kissing him harder. He couldn't help but wonder just what had come over him, a hand sliding along one thin thigh. Trissen moved to acquiesce, legs spreading and hooking around his to pull him in closer. A shiver went down Dezso's spine, looking down at him. Flushed cheeks, and lips slightly swollen; it was as though the boy was made of enticement and lust, and he groaned just a little at the heat swirling in the pit of his stomach.

"Sky." It was the nickname Trissen had come up with for him, when he'd been unable to talk, and he looked back at him, at wavering eyes and short breath. "Please..." And then it was all just a blur, removing their clothes, absent touches and kissing him so that he couldn't breathe. A hand slid along smooth skin, fingers tracing the line of a hip down to his arousal, and mismatched eyes met emerald as he brushed the boy's arousal. </font>It was wrong, he knew; the boy was obviously underage, and the charge of one of the circle rulers, but-- There was a breathless gasp, legs trembling, and he couldn't help but rub, hips jerking and fluttery little breaths pleading with him. "Sky, please.."

And he wondered how he could ever resist.

Word Count: 434
Rating: G
Characters: Sitri, Dante
Notes: Sitri is the ruler of the Eighth level of Hell. He's also a crossdresser, and is banging Amy, Verin's twin. :D He belongs to me. ♥

Eight wonders why he thought this might be a good idea, but it's too late to change his mind as he steps through the door to his little pet's living quarters. Nothing so grand as his own home, but not enough to be called a slum, and he wonders how he can bear it. There's nothing lovely about it at all. Four different pairs of eyes are on him as he steps into the main sitting room, following after his dear Amy, and there's a slight sense of pride streaming through him at seeing that none of them are so pretty. His twin would be, of course, were he not so unpleasant; though the smaller angel by his side is something of a sight to behold.

Amy's voice is quiet as he introduces them, sparing no time for unnecessary details. "You know Verin. That's Elan," and there's something in his voice that seems to hint at displeasure as he says that name, "Dezso, and Dante." Elan is rather interesting, shimmering and strange, though it's not the sort of beauty he prefers to behold. No interest in a human, though this Dezso's eyes are rather fascinating, and he comes to Dante.

He can tell at first glance that the Fallen doesn't know what to make of him, too tall to truly be a woman, but something about him that doesn't quite discount the possibility that he might be. It's part of the fun he gets out of his daily dress; an added bonus to his preferred appearance. Eight nods to him, an acknowledgment even as he observes him. Not so bad looking, but not nearly as pretty as his Amy, and there's some quiet quality about him that Eight likes. Perhaps it's the way dark hair falls on bronzed skin, or the drape of his robes. He isn't quite positive, but it reassures him to know that Amy has at least one beautiful friend.

They seem to freeze as he strides forward to the one named Dante, the human at his side, moving closer to him. Did he think to block his path? Pathetic. At least Five's Trissen had some sense in him; this one seemed not to know just what it meant to be a circle ruler. He brushed right past the human, leaned to brush a lock of hair back from his forehead. Soft, dark. Fantastic. A small smile, and if Dante had any confusion as to his sex, it was cleared up as he spoke; "You're a rather pretty one, aren't you?"

And it was more than satisfactory, the way they stared.

Word Count: 584
Rating: G
Characters: Deumos, Trissen
Notes: Deumos is the ruler of the Seventh layer of Hell. She's also a super bamf, and seems to be the only one who can really put Caim in his place or stand up to him without getting raped. ): This may or may not be because she's married to his mentor. She belongs to me. ♥

She wondered for a second just where the kid had come from before recalling the rumors about the ruler of the Fifth circle. So they were true, then, were they? Seven strode past milling bodies and demons chained into service, moving towards the slight figure standing by a table and looking at the array of food. He was a small thing, and she couldn't help but hope that the sound of her boots clicking against the floor would scare some sense into him. Really, one of Lucifer's exclusive parties, and the urchin was running around by his lonesome. Did Ipos have no sense?

Seven reached out to grasp a shoulder, felt a prickle of magic go up her arm. Ah, so that was it. Not so alone and lost at all, huh? She glanced around, spotted a head of crimson hair not a meter away. She couldn't decide if it was a good decision on his part, or bad luck for the kid to be kept on such a short leash.

"C-- Can I help you?" It was a timid voice, though it tried to be strong, unwavering. She'd almost forgotten she'd grabbed the boy, saw stunning green eyes when she looked down at him. He was standing up straight, hands clenched into fists at his sides and distrust in his eyes, despite the hint of fear in his voice. Something akin to a smile curved full lips, and she raised her hand to brush back some of his hair. To his credit, he didn't flinch, even dared to move away from her a little. More and more, he was endearing himself to her, and she laughed under her breath.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," she murmured, tried not to let a sneer slip into her words. He was rather cute, wide green eyes, slightly pale, deep black hair. It was almost striking, really, those eyes' resemblance to his, and if he didn't know any better, she'd think this child to be their offspring. The thought of it sent a chill down her back, but she couldn't bring herself to leave him be. Rather, there was the oddest urge to make off with him, and really, the boy was in no position to stop her.

It was neither the time nor place, though, much less any sort of reason, to start a war with Ipos; he did, after all, preside over the vengeful. It wasn't worth it in the long run, and to be honest, she could create much better chaos without stealing the plaything of another ruler. He was rather adorable, though. It would be such a shame not to see him again...

Seven smiled at him, cupped a cheek in one hand as she knelt to be eye-level with him. "You interest me. Come to the Seventh level sometime. You may bring your master, if you choose. I've no issue with Ipos, he may do as he sees fit." She reached into the pockets of her overcoat, was displeased to find it lacking anything that would make a suitable gift for him. It wasn't every day such an interesting child -- human, no less -- came across her path. So she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, dark red lipstick stark against his skin. "I should like to see you again. Do not disappoint me, little one."

And with that, she stood, turned and walked away. She didn't want a child of her own, no. He was just..an interesting anomaly.

Word Count: 615
Rating: NC-17 for rape ):
Characters: Caim, Dezso
Notes: ....so uh. Caim kidnaps Dezso, pulls out his eyes. This is some of the shit that happens after. This comes before his tongue is cut out, and he's rescued by Five.

A strangled sob resounded through the room, and it began again.

He knew there had to be a smirk on Caim's face, or something close to it, limbs pulled in close to himself and trying to resist as he was pulled forward, and Dezso couldn't help a quiet yelp as he was yanked into a solid body. "St--" Hands out to push away, and he was blind, blind, couldn't tell whose hands they were as palms cupped his cheeks. Couldn't tell whose digits they were as thumbs pressed into empty eye sockets, and there was a scream. He didn't want to be hurt anymore, wanted them to leave him alone, go away stop it pleasepleaseplease

Dante where are you

And gloved fingers were tangled in uneven strands of hair again, fingers squeezing the joints where his jaw met his skull. Dezso couldn't help the quiet whine, trying to pull away, keep his mouth shut, because he knew what was coming next, knew it knew it didn't like it though, didn't want it at all. A heavy blow crashed into the side of his head, and he had no choice, then, mouth jolted open and nose filled with the stench of him and taste and choking and it burned to cry.

stop, please stop

Never.

Then that cock was gone, but not the taste, never the taste, footsteps echoing and a click as the door shut, and he knew he wasn't alone, knew it as he knew what would happen next. Caim usually liked to watch as the other one did it, but sometimes he would send him away when he wanted to... So that meant it was Caim, then. And on some twisted level, that was better than someone who had no connection to him at all.

"Get up, whore."

His voice was smug, authoritative. Dezso remained where he was, curling up as small as he could, those words echoing in his head like some sort of music, song, sing-song chant that destroyed him a little more every time. And he was a whore, wasn't he? Sell himself to stay alive, sell himself for money, sell himself for protection, sell himself sell himself sell sell sell and after all's said and done, really, what was left of him for him?

"I said get up!" A boot wedged itself underneath his ribs, impact as he was kicked, and it was immediate reaction to kneel there, cough, hope it would be over soon. Because it never ended, never never, not until he was satisfied and Caim was never satisfied, wouldn't be until he died and that begged the question why didn't he just get it over with already? There were those footsteps coming after him, and he had to try to crawl away, choking as one hand gripped one of his shoulders, shoved him onto his back. Then it was the same order; legs nearly broken, nearly dislocated, searing pain at that intrusion, burning burning pain and did he have any blood left to bleed or was he made entirely of scar tissue now?

Caim leaned forward, leaned in close, could feel the pressure of his body even with bruised and numbing skin, and there was that smirk against an ear, voice low, poisonous. "This is how you truly are. Merely a toy to be used and thrown away." A tongue traced the shell of his ear, bit deep into the lobe. "Do not doubt for a moment that Dante will hesitate to do the same."

Dezso could only scream, only scream, only ever scream and shake and cry, as that tongue slid into an eye socket.

And he wondered if death would ever come for him.

oh my god bedtime now. )8

part two!

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 08:08:11 GMT

Part two of the writing challenges with daiyaonna and I! ♥

Title: [n/a]
Word Count: 554
Rating: Varying |D
Series: Havemercy
Notes: The prompt was buttons! Why do I love writing Rook so much. D: Features an alternate ending, and the way I could have ended it in four sentences, rather than 20 minutes!

Rook wondered for a second if the professor would notice it, decided that, as much shit as he gave him, the Cindy was actually smart sometimes, even if his ideas were fucking off. He had no doubt that he'd notice, and to be honest, wasn't that all the purpose of doing this? Maybe it was kind of fucked up, maybe it was kind of infantile, but really?

Anyone with two cents in their head knew that he didn't give a fuck about that.

And it was worth it in the morning, to come into the common room and see the littlest fucking professor with his belt cinched tight, and he could tell that some of the others were trying not to say anything or laugh. Especially that moron Balfour, and he just knew that he wanted to go over, flutter about him like the fucking Cindy-ass butterfly he was. Whatever. Let 'em fuck. He didn't care, so long as they kept it the fuck away from him. And who knew?

Maybe getting laid would loosen up the professor's tight-ass attitude, like he was so much better than them. It was a pun that he hadn't considered beforehand, and it took him way more trouble than it should have to keep from laughing out loud. Fucking disgusting, and he didn't want to think about it, but still..₁

And the professor was giving him this look, like he knew something was up, like he knew that Rook had been the one to cut the buttons off his pants, and Rook just grinned at him. "Funny joke I heard the other day." Magoughin called for it to be shared, then, and fucked if it wasn't made up on the spot, but at least it shut the professor up. He could tell that he didn't believe him, didn't much care either way. He was staring real hard into his meal, like he was thinking hard about something, or trying to set it on fire as Rook finished, stood. "Back to work, right boys?"

And there was the most satisfying plop as he walked away, knew the professor was glaring daggers at him, could feel it. But hey, he'd been staring at his meal too hard. Where was the proof that Rook had been the one to drop a lone button on the mound of food?

1 - ALTERNATE ENDING: And it just wouldn't fucking get out of his head, the two of them fucking like rabbits. Disturbing more than anything,and Rook had to excuse himself from the table, not able to look at either of them.

Heavy thuds as his boots echoed down the halls, and he had to go back to his bunk, shut the door tight.

"Shit. Fucking...fuck!"

And he slipped a hand into his trousers, pissed off that he was aroused at all and vowing to get the both of them back for it.

-----

FOUR SENTENCES:

They were quiet as they walked, and he could tell that his brother was perfectly fine with it the way it was, but he had to say something.. "Ro-- er, John?"

There was a quiet grunt, acknowledgment, and he was encouraged, continued, "..were you the one who stole the buttons off my clothes?"

And all Thom could hear was brusque laughter, which was answer enough in and of itself.

:D

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 07:58:35 GMT

First in a series of mini-fic daiyaonna and I have written! I'll be putting them in separate posts, by what series they're about, so as to save you guys a kajillion posts. ♥

Title: [n/a]
Word Count: 507
Rating: PG for gay ♥
Series: Vassalord
Notes: Prompt was chapstick! ♥

Sometimes, he hated the places the Vatican sent them. Of course, technically, it was just Cherry that had to leave, but how could he ever be expected to let his beloved son go to a different country all alone? Especially with how he'd been starving himself lately, just another one of his crazy refusing-to-eat stints. He didn't understand it at all, though maybe he was just a little bit hypocritical. After all, wasn't he doing much the same? At least he could rely on the Grennick company for their blood packs; Cherry refused to even do that, wouldn't eat until he'd reached the breaking point. Maybe it was some kind of penitence towards God, but Johnny figured that his god would rather he keep living, than almost kill himself every time.

So he persisted in accompanying him, no matter where it took him.

He knew that, after going to China, he should have been prepared for anything, even though that hadn't been a real job. Still, he hadn't exactly been expecting to go to Russia. And especially not during winter.

"Cherry~~!" That lone figured slowed, stopped and looked back at him. He cut such a striking figure against the white white snow, dark sky and softly falling snowflakes, and Johnny strolled over, taking his time though he'd been the one to call out. "Are we there yet? I'm cold, and my lips are all chapped from the cold!" Never mind the fact that he'd transformed into a warm coat, certainly something that looked warmer than Cherry's, and his lips hadn't been chapped since he'd been human.

"We'll be at the hotel soon. You may be able to buy some chapstick at one of these stores," came the deadpan reply, and dammit, he wasn't worried about him at all! What kind of son was he?! Chris was giving him that look that said he knew that Johnny was full of it, was just playing along, and Johnny pouted, pursed his lips.

"Maybe so, but I'm cold now. And this is Russia! Aren't they all communists or something? No one's going to want to give an outsider chapstick!" He leered over at him, something of an impish smirk on his face. "Do something about it~"

A sigh, and it was one of those drawn out, long-suffering ones, eyes closed and fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "I told you, it should be possible tommph--"

Cherry, Cherry, quite contrary, and it was his own fault for letting his guard down. Johnny slowly let his fingers release his son's collar, flicked his tongue at lips before drawing out of the surprise kiss. He licked his lips, taking smug satisfaction in the way Cherry's cheeks immediately flushed red at the action, before grinning and continuing on. "Thanks, that should help a bit!"

And he didn't get a reply, knew that Cherry was just standing there, staring at him, would shake his head and keep on after a moment.

That was okay, though. He'd gotten what he wanted.

For now.

[end]

Yuletide 2009!

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 06:16:56 GMT

Hello, oh unlucky summbitch that got me! I kid, I kid, oh my god I can't even. Thank you so much, I don't think there are enough words to convey how grateful I am to you for this. I know I have little fandoms ~~but that's what yuletide is for, non?~~, and I'm utterly thrilled that we share at least one of them. Huzzah for liking awesome stuff, amirite?

But uh. I won't bore you with my inanity for too long. Let's cut to the quick, shall we?

Likes and dislikes! ★

I really, honest to god, love everything. D: Whatever you can throw at me, I'm totally all for it. Not even exaggerating. Well, so long as it's within the realms of IC. Kubota whipping out a gun and firing at someone? Understandable! Kubota whipping out a gun and firing into a busload of children, not so much. Suddenly, SPACE PIRATES!!LKJSDF: Not really feasible, not in the fandoms I requested. D: ~~oh my god, that's right, note to self; request Glass Fleet next time 8D~~ But uhm. To elaborate! I love IC, I love convoluted character relationships, I love mindfuck, I love gore, violence, schmoopy fluff, derptastic shenanigans, almost anything you can think of!

...I especially love the gay, though. Definitely the gay. Any kid of gay, too. Brotherly gay, student-teacher gay, ~~master+Cherry gay~~ hobogay, pedogay [to an extent 8|], Hard Gay FUUUUUUUUUUUU! I like the gay. :D

I do not, however, like OOC, or bad grammar. If, say, Cherry and Johnny were talking, and Cherry started suddenly weeping all over Johnny because his rocket hand broke, I will most definitely frown upon that. :| However, if it's executed like in the manga, then good god I am cool with it. I don't like flat characters, and I don't like character bashing just for the hell of it. As for squicks, those would have to be as follows: extreme pedophilia, geriatriphilia, scat, water sports, bestiality, the likes.

If you need anything cleared up, feel free to ask me here?

Now, on to the requests! A-and I know it's said practically everywhere, but. Whichever you feel most comfortable with, I would be utterly thrilled with. x)

Request #1: Vassalord by Nanae Chrono || Barry, Charles J. Chrischunds, Johnny Rayflo

Pretty much anything concerning any of these three? Preferably some Barry/Johnny, but Charles and Johnny being derpy is good, too. <3

Not gonna lie, I love the dynamics between these guys. D: Johnny trying to balance the two extremes in his life, and how Cherry doesn't know about Barry, even though the asshole is well aware of him. Barry could wreak so much havoc, it's kind of scary. And I love it. If you can manage it, anything involving Barry's creeperly tendencies would be A+. But if not, then. Something utterly domestic and not depressing with Johnny and Cherry would be lovely?

Request #2: The Doctrine of Labyrinths series by Sarah Monette || Malkar Gennadion, Mildmay the Fox

Fill me in on what happened while Mildmay was kidnapped?

Specifically, in case you can't remember, near the end of The Virtu? Pretty much just what it says. There's some deep, disgusting, sadistic part of me that likes seeing my favorite characters get abused. )8 And Mildmay, I do love you so. Aaaahh. I don't care what you think happened, just tell me about it. Did he get the snot beaten out of him, then replaced, and then beaten again? Tortured? Hallucinogens? Badtouch? I don't know, and I don't care. Just shaaaaaare your ideas with me, please. D:

Request #3: Havemercy series by Danielle Bennett and Jaida Jones || Havemercy, Rook, Thom

Can never have enough Rook. Cocky douchebag? Yes he is. Something saucy where Havemercy can make sarcastic comments would be fantastic, please!

I fucking. Love. Rook. Holy sweet mother of GOD. Rook Rook Rook, just you're all I need baby come back to meeeeee. HOWEVER. I do also love the retarded relationship of cat-baits-mouse-who-gets-a-little-snippy-and-then-runs-for-dear-life-bitch-gonna-eeeeeaaaat-yoooouuu thing they had going before they found out they were brothers. And I think I was absolutely thrilled when they went flying together. Rest in peace, Have. D: So, something bordering on brotherly gay somewhere in her general vicinity would be spectacular? Hell, fall over the border, if you want, Have-narrated sexytimes is awesome, too. :D

[optional] Request #4: Wild Adapter by Minekura Kazuya || Komiya, Kubota Makoto, Tokito Minoru

Kubota reflecting on the two of them would be spectacular, if possible.

You don't even have to touch on anything remotely physical in this one, if you should choose to do it. I love these characters so much, and how complicated everything is. Especially with poor Kubo-chan. Maybe something that compares/contrasts his companionship with Komiya with...whatever he has with Tokito now? I just want to see him talking about them. D:

I don't know. I'm not very good at explaining, if you need me to elaborate, feel free to shoot me a question or seven thousand! I really need to stop babbling aaaahhh the tl;dr. Once again, thank you so much. I can't wait to see it, whatever it is! ♥

Many thanks, and happy holidays,
Remus~ [stopping]

anime_lj_tcg shit

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:40:08 GMT

Mods, I'm sorry for being pretentious, but the old post was getting kind of ridiculous. )8 I have no life, so. I don't mind keeping this updated until something can be done about the old one? I pretty much just based it off the old one, except more up to date? And there's no need to worry, I'll keep up with the new members post, too!

MAKESHIFT MEMBERS POST~ ♥

MODERATORS

USER	LEVEL	MAIN DECK	POST
tsunderes	1006 upside down	your face	N/A
chrysa	32	pleiades	www [hiatus]
cloudxsora	17	run	www [not updated]
elystia	20	wheel	www [not updated]
headshot	9000.99	that's what she said	N/A
lilikoifish	27	sybak	www [not updated]
popcandy	46?	haiku	www [not updated]
replica	23	nog	www [not updated]
tehkev	infinity and beyond	your mom	N/A

LEVEL ONE

USER	MAIN DECK	POST
afrocountry	zanza	www
duskwoodshadows	ceo	www
miss_yuka	cheat	www
modern_prufrock	proxy	www
moot	mac	www
ravencroft13	mentor	www
sammywhatammy *	absurd	www
soundless_room	diet	www
spurnedambition	italy	www
tomiyo_hikura2 *	data	www
xtiggzie *	names	www

LEVEL TWO

USER	MAIN DECK	POST
etuxdraconis	shiro	www
vaclavclaus	tabi	www

LEVEL THREE

USER	MAIN DECK	POST
chuukoku	exia	www
forthefluff	calm	www
graverunner	devil	www
keylimekitten	tiger	www
zelos22	elixir	www

LEVEL FOUR

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POST

LEVEL FIVE

USER	LEVEL	POST
techno_beat	apollo	www
tsukiko_chan_00 *	master	www

LEVEL SIX

USER	LEVEL	POST
arc_kun	cobra	www
megchan87	bronco	www
ratiosu	bk-201	www

LEVEL SEVEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
00zags	hero	www
dara_rocks	altea	www
frickbiscuits	criminal	www
lazuliprince *	rikka	www

LEVEL EIGHT

USER	LEVEL	POST
rhap_chan	chili	www

LEVEL NINE

USER	LEVEL	POST
evilbo	ishbal	www
qwertysaur	kami	www
sanggre_habagat *	mobile	www
windelle	camera	www

LEVEL TEN

USER

LEVEL

POST

LEVEL ELEVEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
azurei	boar	www
darkranger	sweets	www
kasijjille	abroad	www

LEVEL TWELVE

USER	LEVEL	POST
golden_bastet	oracle	www

LEVEL THIRTEEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
sinnesspiel	organ	www
thumbs *	bronco	www

LEVEL FOURTEEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
caitirin *	eternal	www

LEVEL FIFTEEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
zellie_kinneas	hiken	www

LEVEL SIXTEEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
rokeru	ninken	www

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LEVEL EIGHTEEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
kikai7	adonis	www

LEVEL NINETEEN

USER	LEVEL	POST
playingmyrole	arch	www

LEVEL TWENTY+

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chibiyaoichan	23	savior	www
chianna	35	shima	www
chikky2k5	24	ruse	www
lucathia_rykatu	33	zearth	www
shadow_sprinter	45	oblige	www
isamunee	24	phones	www
nyarmar	22	aspio	www
rainmage	22	archer	www
sparkism	25	hana	www
stopping	30	gravity	www

If I forgot to put you, I'm sorry! There's always the chance that you hadn't updated your post for a month, or I couldn't find your logs, so please comment with your post/current deck, and I'll add you? And if you have multiple main decks and I have the wrong one listed, please tell me and I'll fix it! I just went with the first one in line. >:

MY RULES: If your post has been inactive for over two months, then I remove you without prior warning. If your post has been inactive for one month, then you get an asterisk by your name. A-and I'm still not going to warn you. I'm going to go through this at least once every month or so, just to keep it up to date. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

and if you rap like me you don't get paid

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 02:31:44 GMT

Title: [untitled]
Word Count: 380
Rating: PG?
Series: Original
Notes: Prompt: entwined. For daiyaonna.

....entwined as in the sense that they're all snuggled up. SHUT UP I KNOW I CAN'T WRITE.

They start out as quiet shapes in the dark, indistinct, just shadows, gradually becoming clearer; images like a silent movie with no subtitles, playing against the canvas of his mind. It's a dream he's seen too many times before, and Dezso has to wonder if there's a point to it.

So he just sits and watches as the film that is his life plays in reverse. Soft pastels, a track consisting of Dante's voice as he sees the time they spend together, how Dante dotes on him. How much he cares. Dante... The one saving grace in Hell, despite what he thinks of himself.

But then the images change, and he wants so badly to look away. A slash of red, of fear and pain, and Caim's face is there, malice and hatred and unbridled violence. He wants to look away, cover his eyes, anything so he doesn't have to watch. But it's like he's frozen, eyes wired open and unable to move. Tries to scream for Dante, but no sound comes out. And all he can hear is Caim, sneering that one word over and over:

"Whore."

No. No no no, he's not that person anymore, not to be bought and used and thrown away. But it's getting harder and harder to believe that, and just when he thinks it might swallow him whole, the pain and resignation, it's warm, so warm, and he knows that it has to be Dante. Caim melts away, and Dezso settles back to watch the rest.

It always gets strange after that, though, past Cassia and the brothel, waking up in Hell for the first time; streets he doesn't recognize, people without faces. It's unnerving, scares him a little, even though it's so utterly mundane. Nothing like what happens to him in this life. A stack of books, a dark street. Some small box, and a man with his back turned. So familiar. Who--

He hates them, these dreams, but can never seem to wake up on his own. It's only ever a gentle touch, a murmur of his name, and he's staring at a dark ceiling, comfortable, warm. Safe. And it takes but a second to realize he's curled with Dante, wrapped up in him, and there's nowhere else he'd rather be.

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 22:26:04 GMT

Title: With You
Word Count: 1,711
Rating: PG
Series: Original [Hellbound]
Notes: Written for daiyaonna. I couldn't figure out a way for Caim to call Dez/human Dez aka Daniel a whore. It saddened me. ): Why do I write so much.

A quiet sigh, and brown-wrapped parcels shifted in his arms with a crinkle barely heard over the echo of his footsteps. Daniel quickened his pace just a little, mismatched eyes glancing towards the gas lamps as he moved. They came on one by one down the street, slowly banishing the coming night and casting warm little pools of light for him to keep to. It wasn't that he was afraid of the dark, not at all; just the things that could be hiding inside of it, waiting with knives and claws and-- No. And it didn't help any that the police had sent out a warning. They'd been advised not to stay out past dark, that criminals and fiends had been roaming the streets. Of course it figured that the one day he'd decided to stop by the bookstore would also be the day he'd forgotten his pocket watch. That was just how these things happened, and even though he'd left the store while it was still daylight, dusk was still quick on his heels.

Daniel sighed again, shifted the packages to his other arm. It wasn't that much farther to his apartment, just another block or so. The plus of living alone was that no one would be there to scold him for being out past sundown. The downside was... Well, no one would be there. He shook his head to clear it of such thoughts. That was no good, especially now that he had his own place. He slid a hand into his coat pocket, fishing around for his keys - it would be better to be ready when he got to his door, rather than stand there and invite catastrophe with his back turned to the world. His eyes fell shut as fingers closed around his key ring, and maybe, just maybe, he could fool himself into thinking that that extra set of footsteps was just the ring of his own against cobblestone, echoing off the buildings. Shit. Shit, he was going to get mugged, he was going to get mugged and killed and thrown into the river and sold by slave traders and no one would ever hear from him again, oh god--

He closed his eyes and hurried along, tried not to break into a full-on run as those other footsteps matched his, sped up faster than his. He began to debate whether it would be worth it to throw his baggage - just books and groceries really, nothing important - at his stalker and make a break for it, weighing the pros and cons in his head. Would it work..? But then fingers tapped him on the shoulder and his heart screeched to a stop oh god he was going to die.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as he turned around, and he supposed it was a blessing that he hadn't cried out or wet himself. He had to look up to see his stalker's face, however, somewhat surprised by how tall he was. Longish blond hair, a pleasant, if not odd smile. There was something..wrong about the way he smiled. But he'd be handsome if he hadn't scared the living daylights out of him. A firm voice, and Daniel couldn't help but think he'd make for a good police captain. Someone in charge. "You dropped this," he said, one gloved hand holding out a similarly wrapped package. Daniel nodded a little, reaching out to take the parcel, though he couldn't draw his eyes away from that smile. "Um. Thank you..." That smile widened, and there were just too many teeth to it, danger, danger, and he'd been kind enough to-- "You should hurry home. Ill-intentioned bastards lurk in the dark." Daniel nodded again, tucked the package under his arm and turned to leave. But he stopped, looked down at it before turning back to the man. "I didn't get your...name?" So much for inviting him for a light dinner as thanks; the man had vanished, leaving him standing alone on an empty sidewalk. A feather fluttered past his face, and he caught it, held it up to the light. A crow's feather? Some dark color...

A brief shake of his head, and Daniel tucked it amongst his things before continuing on. Maybe he'd see him again, and he could properly thank him then. Daniel couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief as he neared his building, the only one whose stoop had a guardrail. He hurried up the stairs, fiddled through his keys to get the right one in the lock, nearly jumped out of his skin and dropped everything as a low groan reached his ears. A quick glance around, and...were those feet? Blue and gray eyes narrowed, and he peered into the shadows just past the light above him to see a man slumped against the wall. What the..

Probably just a drunk, was the way his mind reasoned it, but his conscience wouldn't let him leave the guy there. Daniel sighed, opened the door to deposit his things on the hall table before grabbing a lamp and stepping back outside. "Come on, you. You've got to go home, it's not safe out here," he trawled, walking over to the slumped figure. No response, though, and he knelt to make sure the man was still alive. Dark hair over bronzed skin, and not a whiff of alcohol on him. He looked rather like he'd been on the losing end of a fight. Daniel stood, looked around. It didn't seem like the culprits were still around... He couldn't help noticing that he'd been sighing an awful lot, heaved another just for good measure as he bent to take the man's arm, pull him up and against him. A gasp this time as he staggered, dead weight heavier than he'd expected, and he braced him as best he could against his shoulder before toddling back into the building. Really, what was it with all the tall people today? A pair of twins at the bookstore, the man from before, now this guy.. It just wasn't fair.

They made it back into his rooms after a bit of a struggle, his unconscious companion making several attempts to collapse onto the floor instead, and it was all he could do not to veritably drop him onto the couch. It went against his better judgment to have brought some passed-out stranger into his home, but... He couldn't just leave him out there, not since it'd gotten dangerous at night. What kind of person would that make him? Probably a sensible one...

So he set about taking off the man's coat, marveling at the quality of the fabric as he folded and set it aside, and it took his breath away to see that the rest of his clothes were of the same stock. What was someone dressed so finely doing passed out by his door? Had he gotten mugged? Was that the reason? He leaned to loosen the collar of his shirt, make it easier for him to breathe, before going to the kitchen to fetch a a cloth and bowl of warm water. Maybe he could clean him up just a little.. On the way back, his eye caught on the pile of packages, on the small one on top. The one that blond man had returned. Come to think of it, had he really bought something so small? Daniel set the bowl down, moved to look at the box. The feather fluttered to the floor as he picked it up, and he knelt to grab it. Not black, like a crow, but...red. Dark red, almost the color blood. What kind of bird was colored such a red? A sound from the living room caught his attention, and he shut the box and feather into one of the table's drawers. Was he awake..?

Daniel rounded the corner to see the man sitting up on the couch, one hand braced to his forehead. "Hey!" He winced at how loud his own voice had been, unintentional and probably somewhat painful for the other, as he moved to kneel by his side and ease him back into a laying position. "You were passed out, sir, you should probably take it easy..." The man let out a quiet gasp, brows furrowed, and Daniel hoped he wasn't seriously hurt. He didn't have anything to treat him with, and the hospital wouldn't be open until daylight.. But then he opened his eyes, and they were dark, so much darker than he'd ever seen except for the night sky. How was that possible..?

He snapped out of his thoughts to see his pseudo-patient staring at him, reaching to cup his cheek and smiling, and god, but he had such a heart-breaking smile. "Dezso," he murmured, his thumb brushing just lightly against his lower eyelid, his peculiar gray eye. It was a foreign name, and for some reason he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy that it wasn't his. Daniel shook his head, gentle as he pulled that hand away from his face and held it in his own. "No, my name is Daniel," he said, offering a smile, "You were knocked out in front of my door. Are you all right, Mr...?"

The man was silent for a moment, studying his face again, but it didn't feel too strange.. He smiled after a moment, though, wrapped his hands around Daniel's. "My apologies, you...bear a striking resemblance to someone close to me. It is a pleasure to meet you, Daniel. I'm Dante. Thank you for your kindness." Daniel's eyes went wide, and he shook his head. So polite-- "Not at all, Mr. Dante. How do you feel?" And then Dante laughed, and it was quiet, low, more of a chuckle than anything, but still wonderful. "I feel better, thanks to you. Please, call me Dante."

Daniel nodded just a little, and the package in the hall was a long-forgotten memory. The name Dante suited him, he felt, and he couldn't help but try it out. "Dante." The name rolled off his tongue, and he smiled brightly at him. "It's nice to meet you too, Dante." And it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

[end]

Fri, 02 Jan 2009 01:46:48 GMT

Word Count: 457
Rating: PG
Series: Vassalord
Notes: Johnny's POV, written for daiyaonna in response to the first one she wrote. D: It's bad, I know. I’m sorry. askfdja;lskdjfae

Bare feet padded across the floor, and it was a little unnerving, the lack of noise. If he listened hard enough, he could hear everything breaking. But all good things must come to an end, right? That was just how things went, and he knew the truth of it better than he'd like to admit. His beautiful princess Marie, sweet little Chris. His own humanity. And how, he was losing his precious Cherry. So yeah, he knew loss intimately, like a bittersweet lover who couldn't stay away.

Why, then, did this loss sting more than the others?

Oh, he was more than aware of how fond he was of his Cherry, knew that that was the majority of it. He'd already hurt Cherry by shoving him away at such a dangerous moment, but to leave without explanation like this would break everything almost irrevocably.

But that was how it had to be, right? To keep him safe. Out of Barry's attention, his grasp, poisonous murderous tainted reach, and if he had to leave him, had to abandon him, then so be it.

He'd done it once before, after all, small hands grasping for him and missing that tiny warmth. It was for his own good. Same excuse here, really. Seemed all he did was make excuses.

He didn't wonder about what Cherry would do for food; he was a smart boy, he'd figure something out. It'd get lonely without him around, though. In the end, Minear was just a cat, and only someone like Rayfell --Eva-- could want Barry's company.

Fingers brushed over the skin of his wrist, the flesh of his abdomen, and he couldn't bite back a soft hiss. Still knitting itself together, not quite healed yet. He wanted to tear himself open, drain that fouled blood from his body, but he'd just heal again, wouldn't he? No wound so great as a 'meal' with Barry, and if he could recover from that, then nothing short of the sunlight itself could kill him. And he'd already tasted that particular flavor of death, thanks.

The problem was, he supposed, that this time, he didn't want to let go. Marie had been inevitable, Chris had been a necessity. If he hadn't been left at that church, he would have died. Losing Barry, if only for a short amount of time, was the best idea he'd ever had. But the past always came back to bite you in the ass, and karma was a bitch who wouldn't take no for an answer.

So if this was the only way, then so be it. A quiet sigh as he eased back into his coffin, and fingers brushed across his lips, a mockery of a blown kiss.

"Goodnight, Cherry-chan."

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 03:56:39 GMT

Is it bad that I really only like making icons just so I can give them retarded filenames? D:

Axis Powers Hetalia: 15
Sweet Pool: 15
Total: 30

Axis Powers Hetalia

1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15

Sweet Pool

1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15

Sweet Pool caps from here, Hetalia from PANCHIRA videos on youtube.

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 08:20:32 GMT

Heeey. I got my scanner working. Awesome.

This is TJ. We don't know much about him, just that he's awesome and has muttonchops. He's from <Epic, fully known as The Less than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal. It's utterly amazing, holy crap I love it. I don't really like this picture, but I like how I drew buttface, so I'm going to try coloring it.

This picture makes me happy. D: This is my boy, Seth Elliott, nicknamed by his friends "Southeast" because his initials are SE and he was born in New Orleans. Which, all things considered, isn't very eastern, but he likes claiming it anyway.

As you can see, his secret hobby is making cakes. He doesn't tell anyone, though, because he thinks it makes him look like a wuss. D:

And now the real reason I'm making this post: Iain. I finished inking him. Now I need to color him and finish up that reference sheet. Expect that later. Or in a couple days. Whatever.

BY THE WAY

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 05:15:40 GMT

Here you go, Jane. :D

Title: Points of Interest
Word Count: 901
Rating: PG?
Series: Darker than Black + Bleach 8D;
Notes: Entirely Jane's fault. ~~SEXY BLONDSHIPPING FTW~~ Plus, an entirely almost-unnecessary bit about how Tesla is sum hot stuff. ♥ I TOOK A FEW LIBERTIES, SORRY ABOUT THAT.

He watched him through shaded eyes, and toyed with the thought of a smile. What a curious thing these Arrancar were. Eyes followed Tesla as he moved about, and maybe Jack did smile. More a smirk than anything, really. From what he'd seen of the Arrancar, of Tesla and Cirucci, they were almost solely focused on souls and eating them. What was it Cirucci has said? The more powerful a soul, the more delicious? He couldn't help but wonder if that held true. So he'd agreed to let Tesla eat his. [Part of it, in truth, but who would fuss over the finer details?]

Maybe the curiosity was a result of Sakura-chan's dealing with the deities to get his emotions back. Or maybe it was a lingering habit of gathering information from his days at MI-6. But then, Tesla wasn't an enemy, and neither were the Arrancar. At least, not yet. And a small part of him hoped it would never come to that. All things considered, he'd rather not have to fight against them. And he couldn't quite figure out if that caution was a further result of Sakura-chan's deal, or another remnant of the past. Perhaps it was his Contractor rationality and self-preservation instincts kicking in. Or perhaps it was a combination of all of them.

Jack settled himself into a chair, one hand patting at his pocket to feel for that pack of cigarettes. Just a precaution, really. He didn't intend to use his powers, but if he felt that Tesla was getting a little over-greedy.. Well, he was an Arrancar, and death was impossible in the City besides. He should be strong enough to handle a little frost. And even if he wasn't, well, at least he wouldn't stay dead. Jack wasn't planning to give away the entirety of his maybe-soul if it were discovered that he had one. Insurance was always a plus. How he would know where the halfway point was remained to be seen, however. Details.

One elbow on an armrest, chin propped in his hand, and he smiled rather genially at the Arrancar. Even as another man, he could still see and appreciate that Tesla was good-looking, would probably be better without the eyepatch. Or not; it seemed to add an air of mystery. And didn't women like that these days? Tall, short blond hair, aesthetically pleasing face. Much like himself. He couldn't help but wonder what Misaki-chan would think of him. "You should try wearing a suit," he suggested nonchalantly as Tesla came to stand in front of him. "Why is that?" Deadpan, how droll. He should try out emotions sometime, too. He'd probably make for a good Contractor, actually.. "No particular reason. Just a passing thought." Jack shifted a little, getting more comfortable as he spoke. The Arrancar had said it would be 'excruciatingly painful' and 'physically exhausting'. He was rather skeptical. It couldn't really be that bad, could it? If anyone had asked, then no, he wasn't the slightest bit nervous. Curious, yes, but not nervous. But no one was asking, so maybe he was, just a little bit.

Tesla looked down at him, an almost disdainful look in his single visible eye as he asked, "Ready?" Ah, small courtesies. That ever-present genial smile back on his face, and Jack nodded. "Of course." He wasn't about to mention that it almost felt like being in a dentist's office. Waiting for the unknown. He was almost tempted to ask if he was about to snap on rubber gloves and tell him to 'open wide'. Just a joke, of course.

But just maybe he wasn't as ready as he thought himself to be when a pair of lips closed over his. A noise in protest, and he had half a mind to freeze the Arrancar where he stood. Ah, but what an awkward position he'd be left in. And suddenly, all intelligent thought was gone, and he had to marvel at himself. A quiet grunt instead of a veritable cry. It felt like thousands of needles along his nerve endings, or perhaps coughing a chainsaw out of his esophagus. Only guesses, of course. He hadn't been lying when he'd said it would be painful.

It wasn't until Tesla drew away, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, that Jack realized how his fingertips had turned white, clutching so hard to the armrests. It took him a moment to relax enough to pull them away, and even then, they shook. A shaky laugh, and he drew a hand through his hair, "I see you don't mince words." Again, the disdain in his eye as Tesla replied, "I see no need to." Jack took a deep breath, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes. Well. That certainly was an experience. One he never hoped to repeat, at that. "Has your curiosity been sated?" Eyes opened, and he nodded, slight smile. "Quite, yes." "Then I'll take my leave." And then he was gone.

A deep breath, and Jack relaxed back into the chair. Perhaps he'd wait here for a few moments before going back to check up on July. Blind though the boy have been, there were plenty of glass surfaces through which he could look. And Jack didn't want him to see him like this. So, a moment or two. And he tried to will his nerves to stop screaming.

8Db SHUT UP I TOLD YOU THERE WERE A LOT OF LIBERTIES TAKEN ;skdjfal;e

I wish I was with you

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:59:03 GMT

Just an archive full of the retarded icons I made/cropped.

07-Ghost: 107
Darker than Black: 22
Kingdom Hearts: 19
Video Games: 22 Togainu no Chi, Tales of the Abyss, Gyakuten Saiban, Smash Bros Brawl]
Random: 23 [Bleach, Gintama, YuGiOh: Abridged, Zerp Punctuation, Double K, Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, DOLLS, Code Geass, D.Gray-man, Amatsuki, Lord of the Rings]
Gifts: 3[Kingdom Hearts, Gyakuten Saiban, Random]
Total: 196

07-Ghost

1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15	16

17	18	19	20

21	22	23	24

25	26	27	28

29	30	31	32

33	34	35	36

37	38	39	40

41	42	43	44

45	46	47	48

49	50	51	52

53	54	55	56

57	58	59	60

61	62	63	64

65	66	67	68

69	70	71	72

73	74	75	76

77	78	79	80

81	82	83	84

85	86	87	88

89	90	91	92

93	94	95	96

97	98	99	100

101	102	103	104

105	106	107

Darker than Black

1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15	16

17	18	19	20

21	22	23	24

25	26	27	28

29	30	31	32

Kingdom Hearts

1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15	16

17	18	19

Video Games

1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15	16

17	18	19	20

21	22

Random

1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15	16

17	18	19	20

21	22	23

Gifts [no takey D:]

1	2	3

Resources:
kannnichtfranz
toph
07_ghost
KH/Godot sprites retrieved from internet.
Abyss
Smash Bros/Gurren Lagann

I'm going to sleep now.

Drabbles~

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 06:33:45 GMT

sld;fkjae I fucking love getting lovings for things. ;o; These are things I wrote for the Crossover Fanwork Meme at fandomsecrets~

Title: Penny for Your Thoughts
Word count: 273
Rating: PG
Series: Honeydew Syndrome/Lost Souls
Notes: Written for crimewave! ♥♥ SHE GAVE ME THE MOST LOVINGS I EVER GOT *explodes with glee and squeeing*

It was a sign, his name. It simply had to be. Nothing. Metis couldn't help but wonder how he came by such a strange name, sneaking a sideways glance at the other boy as he took a drag off a cigarette. They weren't really his thing, more suited to Jay even though he'd quit.

..supposedly.

Whatever. If he wanted to share, mention how he got it, then he would. If not, then, whatever, that was how things went. May sighed, leaning back on his elbows a little and staring up at the sky. If they could somehow take out the moon, then it'd be beautiful. Maybe if they found a rocket launcher big enough, and fueled with Mentos and Pepsi...

"Penny for your thoughts."

It made him jump a little, staring at Nothing in surprise. That was kind of sudden... Without the moonlight, all he'd have been able to see would have been the end of the cigarette, glowing its eerie red. A disembodied flame dancing in the dark of night. A little shrug, and he looked back up at the sky. "What's there to think about?"

Rustling noises as Nothing moved beside him, and his eyes widened a little as a hand caught his chin. A small sound as lips brushed over his, and he tasted smoke and nicotine. What the... Metis was frozen, trying to remember how to breathe, as those lips curved into a smile against his. There was a whisper, and then he was alone.

"Nothing."

Surprised, and he felt his cheeks burning. There was another moment's stunned silence, and he turned his gaze back up to the sky.

Title: Obnoxious Men
Word count: 214
Rating: PG-13 for implications?
Series: Kingdom Hearts/Tales of the Abyss
Notes: Written for facilitated ♥♥!!

The vein twitched in his forehead, and it was all Marluxia could do not to drive the tip of his scythe through the man's throat. Would he ever shut up? Going on and on about nothing at all-- Really, what was he?

"..Thus why I am Dist the Rose, not the Reaper. Nor the Runny, but that's a different matter entirely."

Fingers tapped at his chin, and Marluxia looked over to him. "...do you always tend to ramble on like that?"

"Ramble?!" Aahh, how comforting it was to see that appalled expression on his face. "I do not ramble! You just don't understand my genius!"

A sigh, and the scythe materialized in his hand. "I don't understand, you say?" Flick of the wrist, and it swung across the table, resting at Dist's throat. "Why don't you put it in layman's terms, then?"

"Tch, you see--"

Marluxia rolled his eyes, falling back into a portal to appear behind him, a hand over the incessantly chattering mouth. He leaned around the back of the chair, smiled his poisonous smile down at that bespectacled face. "I think that's quite enough from you."

"Mff foo oo eem?*"

Dry lips brushed across his forehead, and he smirked. "I can think of better things that mouth can be used for."

*Translation: "What do you mean?"

Title: RING RING RING--
Word count: 68
Rating: G
Series: 300/Raffi
Notes: Written for litzplosion ♥! Raffi is the guy who made the banana phone song. :Db

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring--

"..What is that?"

BANANA PHONE!!

"It looks to be just a piece of fruit, my king. Pay it no mind."

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding--

"It is singing."

BANANA PHOOOONE!

Leonidas growled, moving to grab the banana from where it lay on the table. "Be silent, you." And yet it kept singing.

So he promptly peeled and ate it.

THE END

Title: WHAT 9000?!
Word count: 141
Rating: G
Series: 300/Dragonball Z
Notes: Written for danica_enjolras ♥!

A hand slammed down on the table as King Leonidas stood. "TONIGHT. WE DINE. AT ARBY'S!" There was a roaring cheer as the Spartans picked up their shields. "And tonight! I invite our new companion to dine with us!" The man grinned as he slapped the Saiyan's shoulder, another rousing chorus of cheers rising up.

And with that, the group marched off down the hillside, Vegeta flying low overhead so that he and Leonidas could discuss war strategies. One must never fight on an empty stomach.

------

Later that night, when every Spartan was satiated, Leonidas leaned back in his chair, clapped a hand to his belly. A look over at Vegeta. "Vegeta, what does the bill say about our tab?"

One gloved hand lifted the slip of paper. Vegeta's eyebrows shot up, and his shout shook the entire building. "IT'S OVER 9000!!!"

THE END

PIERCING THE HEAVENS

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 08:43:02 GMT

askdjf;ae For Kyoudai!!

Title: Become a True Man!!
Word count: 332
Rating: PG
Series: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Notes: Let it be known that this is the first time I've written Kamina or Simon, and so have no idea how terribly I've bastardized them. |D Tis a gift for Kyoudai! Uhm. This way, it's kind of happy? But if you want to read it in all its depressing glory, highlight the end bit, after what Kamina says. |D I'm so sorry, Kyoudai. I didn't mean for it to be depressing. D8

"Huuuu! This is pretty nice, na, Shimon?! Aren't you glad we came to the surface?!" He throws himself down onto the blanket next to Simon and stretches out, pointed glasses set aside where they won't accidentally get stepped on. Wide-eyed grin, and he rolls onto his stomach, staring out at the wide, wide sea. "Bet you never thought something like this existed, huh?"

He stares at it too, a smile on his face, and shakes his head. "Mm, I had no idea! It's beautiful!" A brief glance down at his aniki, and then he leans back, watching the rest of the Gurren-dan. Despite the noise they're making, somehow, it's peaceful. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay here like this. Simon shades his eyes with one hand and looks up at the sky, nearly blinded by how brillantly bright it is. His smile widens. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

A whistle, and he's brought back to earth, looking at Kamina. "And what a nice view, too!" He looks to see what he's talking about, and his cheeks turn slightly red as he averts his eyes. Yoko and Nia, a little ways away, in their bathing suits. Kamina grins at him. "You agree, huh? Yosh! Shimon! This is what becoming a man is all about!" He jumps up, pointing one finger high up at the sky. "Throwing reason out the door! Following your dreams! Living and always standing up for what you believe in!"

"Ah-- Aniki..." He looks past him to see Kiyal, Kinon, and Leeron giggling, and scratches the side of his head, a little embarrassed. "A-ah, shouldn't you put your shorts back on first?"

"Haaaaaaah? Shimon! A true man is never afraid to show his true colors!" He frowns. "Besides, all this annoying sand was getting stuck in my shorts! It's everywhere! Why the hell would I--" He glances back, following Simon's gaze, and grimaces. Sits back down, and pulls his swim shorts back on, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouts. A manly pout. "Like I was saying. A true man knows what he wants! You can't let anything stop you, or none of it means anything!!"

Simon laughs a little, leaning back again. "I understand, Aniki."

A grin. "Do you really?"

He pauses, then nods, eyes trained on the glittering sea. "I do."

"Good! Then you're on your way to becoming a true man!" A pause. Then, voice quiet, "Shimon. Never stop believing in yourself. If you do, that is the day that everything you've worked towards becomes pointless."

He's silent for a moment, and it seems like all the sounds around them have vanished, save for the crashing of the waves, and their voices. "I know, Aniki."

Kamina smiles at him, then looks out at the sea, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Good. Become an even better man than me, Shimon. Follow your heart, and if things go badly, fight your way through it. You can do it."

He's still smiling, even as he feels a tear run down his cheek. "I know, Aniki."

"Make me proud, Shimon. I believe in you."

"I know, and I will."

And he wakes up to the darkness of his room, just a few minutes before his alarm clock is set to go off. He stands and walks to the window, and pulls open the curtains, looking out over Kamina City. Brushes away the tears on his face, and and goes to start another day.

bleed it out

Fri, 21 Dec 2007 14:57:53 GMT

RETARDED SHIT YAAAAAAAY Copypasta'd straight from my real journal. :'D

The user they belong to is written on the picture. XD Shut up about how ugly they are, I know they're nasty and love it like that. ♥

And that's all I did in between texting with Dai. XD

幸せなら手を戦う

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 03:58:04 GMT

More art! Yay! :D This time... uhh. well. I'll describe them as they show up. D:

This is the design for the womens' uniform. I like it. I'd wear something like it. x3 It's a lot more airy than the mens' coat. D:

This is Christian. He's from my comic that I'm planning. He is a perfect example of my eyepatch fetish I MEAN WHAT?! >__>

This is Layne. He is also from my comic. Once upon a time, he and Christian were best friends. D: Once upon a time.

This is Citrus. She works with Layne. She kind of likes killing people. D:

This is a sad attempt at drawing Badou from DOGS. Why do I like trying to draw other peoples' characters without looking at a reference for them first? D:

This is my boy Zee. He's not from the comic, but I love him anyway. This is the second picture I drew of him, and even then, it's only a tracing. I'm redrawing him now. He'll look cooler, I promise. D:

Uh. On DeviantArt, there was this thing going around full of pixel ids, like if you were a video game character. I drew out the design for mine, then realized that I suck entirely at pixel art and have no idea how to translate this into the proper medium. XD As such, it is how it is.

And this is Karl. If you've played Tales of Symphonia, then there's the big tree at the end, and it cuts off before Lloyd gives its name. My sister and I named it Karl. And this is what I drew. :D

I should finish redrawing Zee..

Our work is never over

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 12:06:07 GMT

Gasp! What is this? ART?! Lies, all of them! ..In other words, I got my scanner working. XD Now I can show you guys silly things! Yay! I'm sorry for blinding you! D8

First and foremost! A picture that I drew for Kyoudai! =D Remember that one time you said that you had the image of Kamina attacking the Ring girl with a drill in your mind?

.....uhm. :D I'm sorry for how crappy he looks, he was totally drawn without a reference. I guessed, mainly. At least it doesn't look too terrible?

I'm sorry..? I should really ink that.. XD

And here's a design for the guy's uniform in the comic that I have planned and still need to work on. I have my characters, but after rewriting them, they don't fit into the plot I had anymore. XD I'll have to work something out..

I'll.. ink these later. I'd scan in the womens' uniform, too, but the damn scanner likes being picky about when it wants to work. Bastard.

Okay. It's four in the morning. I'm going to bed.

Ahah.

Sat, 20 Oct 2007 01:49:27 GMT

Something really weird and kind of boring that I wrote at school today. That I started drawing a 2-page comic for. ♥

Title: [untitled]
Word count: ?
Rating: PG for violent imagery? D:
Series: Original
Notes: Pssssh. Yeah.

"You're weak."

He let out a quiet groan, some noise that was closer to a sob, as his gun clattered to the ground, chambers devoid of bullets and useless. There was a sound like a wounded animal would make, as the blade slid from his abdomen with an almost inaudible hiss, silver ice kiss warming with his blood, and he realized that he had made the noise. His legs gave out, and it was all he could do to at least slide down the wall instead of crumpling to the ground like so much trash. He could smell it in the air, past the cloying, cleansing scent of the rain: the smell of his blood, no doubt painting the wall behind him in a vibrant crimson streak, even as the rain washed it away. He couldn't help but wonder: was it dying his hair red? Ah, the fascinations of a dying man.

He watched through wavering vision as the man turned, sheathing his sword and turning to look back at him. "Too bad. You might have been an interesting opponent, if only you weren't so weak." And he began to walk away. "What?" he tried to say, "you can't just leave me with that," but his voice wasn't working, he couldn't get air into his lungs. He saw his gun lying next to him and picked it up, delayed surprise at how warm the leather grip seemed to feel, and aimed it at the man's retreating back. Thumbed back the hammer, and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Hmmm.

Wed, 17 Oct 2007 17:20:28 GMT

Why do I seem to get most of my writing done here at school? Maybe I'm just too used to my room, and all the writing mojo's gone out of it.. XD Ah well.

Title: Run
Word count: 536
Rating: PG for violent imagery? D:
Series: Original
Notes: I wrote this for a writing contest on Gaia. x3 I think Togainu no Chi made an unconscious appearance; the 'game' that the narrator-person-thing sounds a lot like Igura. D8 Whatever.

Stop. Don’t look back. Wait a few beats. Hide.

It’s just another game, just another game, hide-and-seek, cat-and-mouse, Ring Around the Rosy, except the stakes are much higher. With this, you can’t afford to lose.

Run.

Don’t look back. Never look back.

Feet pound along the pavement, and your heart feels like it’s about to burst from your chest. The blood is pounding in your ears, loud, so loud, too loud, and for a second, you can’t tell if that sound is the blood, or another pair of footsteps, evenly matching your own.

Don’t look back.

You dodge back behind a large crate. Stop. Lean against it, chest heaving, lungs burning. Palms are sweaty, feet feel like lead, muscles screaming, but you have to keep moving, have to keep running. The lead pipe feels so heavy, so cold, in your hands. You look at it briefly, wonder just why you have it, why you’re here, as if this was a choice you’d made, as if this wasn’t the choice handed to you before you’d taken off.

Head falls back, and you stop, listening. Ragged breathing quieted, almost nonexistent, and you listen.

Listen.

Slow, calculated steps. No hurry, none at all. Just out for a leisurely stroll.

Run.

You take off, judging the footsteps to be on the other side of the crate and running in the opposite direction. Can’t be caught now. You look at the watch you were given. Another half hour. Another half hour, and it’ll be over. You don’t know if you can last that long. Your legs hurt, lungs burn, can’t even feel your feet anymore, and your head is full of fuzz, intelligent thought bleeding away and leaving only primal instincts. Fight or flight. The mouse hides from the hawk. Your lungs hurt so much. Too little oxygen, running too fast, and all that’s left are dizzying sensations, confusion. You can’t tell if you’re running from your shadow, or if it’s running from you.

Run.

Run.

Run.

RUN.

Stop.

Hide.

Listen.

Wait.

You stop behind a building. Lean against the wall, palms braced against your knees, and you can’t even remember why you’re doing this. Can’t remember why you’re running. Can’t remember who you’re running from. Just know that you have to run, have to keep running, have to get out of here. You’re struggling to hear past the blood pounding in your ears. You can’t feel the entire lower half of your body. Another glance at your watch. Ten more minutes. You’ll be free in ten more minutes. Just have to—

A noise. Behind you? When—

You freeze. Can’t move. Can’t even seem to breathe anymore. Have to turn around, have to look, have to see, have to make sure--!

Turn.

Look.

Stare.

Your breath dies in your lungs, eyes haunted. Muscles refuse to move, and you’re screaming, screaming, trying to move, trying to breathe, trying to get away but nothing’s moving nothing’s working move MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVEMOVEMO-

Fall.

Stare at the sky.

Wait.

Five more minutes. Five more minutes, and it would have been over. But all you can see is the flash of silver, the blade cutting through you, like some bad rerun.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait...

SHAZZAM

Mon, 24 Sep 2007 20:45:28 GMT

Hmmmm. At school. Bored again. Random stuff. Kinda[?] based off of MUCC's song Ryuusei? It's so pretty. D:

Title: [none]
Word count: ?
Rating: PG
Series: Original
Notes: I already said all of 'em. D: Maybe it's also kind of based off of the idea for Gurren? Living underground? Oh. And Ryuusei translates to 'falling stars' I think?

A sigh, and the same old grinding noise started up again. It was the same thing, every day. Wake up, get dressed, a snack, and then go out and dig. The perpetual darkness was tiring. They were all used to it, anything brighter and they'd probably go blind, but it was still boring. Day in and day out, there was no change. Where was the fun in any of that?

The boy's eyes widened when his drill met no resistance, surprised that the dirt had stopped pushing back against him. What in the.. He set the drill aside, a little further back down the tunnel, and began to scoop at the wall in front of him with his hands, coughing and turning his head away as dirt and rocks fell around him. Once the cloud had cleared, he looked up, and--

--where had the wall gone? The gap opened out into a vast, empty space. His eyes grew wide, and he looked around. Who could have known that such a huge cave existed? He couldn't even see the ceiling or walls! It was swathed in darkness, with tiny pinpoints sparkling down at him. The boy wriggled about, making the hole around him big enough so that he could pull his entire body out of it, and crawled onto the ground around him, staring around in wonder. He'd definitely have to tell the village elder about this...

And then, the pinpoints began to fall.

He gasped, reaching out for them -- if they all fell, then there would be nothing to show the elders! Little shards of light collapsed around him, and he could do nothing but watch. It was like the sky was falling around him, and he didn't know what to do about it. He reached out, to try to catch one, but it faded just above his palm, dissipating into vapor.

In the back of his mind, he remembered an old legend they'd been told as children, of a world where there was no ceiling, where the light changed as the day when on, where there were things called a moon and sun. He couldn't help but wonder if these things were like the ones in the legends, the small moons. What was the word for them.... stars?

And he could do nothing but watch them fall, until there was nothing left.

-end-

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 03:30:38 GMT

Something I wrote, off of the prompt of shoelaces that daiyaonna gave me.

Word count: 438

It's long, slender, fibers woven to make it difficult, near impossible to just pull and snap. He smiles, twining it around his fingers for a moment before sliding it across smooth flesh, Cheshire cat smile and tainted lips giving way to a gentle, almost caring expression.

Hush little baby, don't say a word, Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird

He can't help but draw his fingers across that smooth, smooth skin, perfect flawless cream-colored so that he just wants to take a bite and see if it's really real at all or in fact some edible doll made just for him. But he doesn't, just takes the ends of the shoelace. Over and around, and then an end in each hand. And pulls.

Sleeping eyes snap open with a start, and then they're staring up at him, hands flying to the string wrapped aroud his neck. Doesn't fight back, doesn't say a word. Just scrabbles at the shoelace, trying to pull it away, get it off. He smiles, eyes soft and lips moving, spilling formless words and poison lies. Pulls his hands back a little farther.

And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring

Makes noises now. Coughing, gasping, failed attempts at words turned to mindless drivel. He leans over, sweeps black hair off of a pale, smooth forehead, brushes a kiss to the soft skin. Eyes roll up, and there's a hand grabbing at the front of his sweater. He makes a noise in the back of his throat disgusted and brushes it away, as the struggling stops and pounding heart slows to a quiet murmur. He smiles, cups a cheek in one hand and draws the shoelace away with the other. There's a deep red line now, turning dark and bruising. Smile turns into a grimace, something poisoned and cruel. Perfect. A beautiful blemish on such pristine skin.

He pats the head of hair, all caring and gentle, and draws away, his goal accomplished. A hand latches onto the hem of his shirt, and he turns back, surprised. Not unconscious? Amazed. Eyes are pleading, half-lidded and gasping breaths. Do they even see him at all? He smiles, kneeling down and passing a hand over those eyes, those eyes, those haunting accusing soulless eyes. Commands the boy to sleep, and sleep he does. Something he forgot to do.

He stands, satisfied, smile full of taint and mouth full of daggers, and kisses the forehead again. "Good boy, Ritsuka." And he knows that when the boy wakes, those eyes will be full of love, adoration, and none of this will be remembered.

Soooo~

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 09:47:21 GMT

Mmmm, since my scanner hates me and I've yet to figure out my mother's, I can't really update with any pictures. But! I can put stuff I've written! ...right? D8

Anyway. Here's something short I wrote for an RP journal a few days ago. It's just basically a summary of the manga Boys Next Door from Lawr's point of view in the form of a dream~

And no LJ-cut because it's short. >D

---

Dark lights, a lush bed. Handcuffs attached to each post of the bed, the keys lying on a nearby nightstand. The door swings open, and he stumbles in, tangled in the arms of another man. The man is pushed to the bed, a brief conversation murmured before his limbs are locked into the handcuffs. He straddles the man's hips, kissing as he slowly undoes his shirt. And he smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes, as clothes tumble to the floor.

In the background, carnival music starts up, and then all of a sudden the bed is gone and the sunlight is bright, and a tall, blond man with glasses runs and scoops him into a hug. A handful of balloons are released into the sky as he laughs and smiles, showering Adrian's face with kisses. It's a look of pure, unadulterated joy, true happiness contained in a single moment.

And then the curtains fall and a face looms, an iguana curled around his neck as he points a gun and falls to the ground, a knife buried in his chest and a horrified Adrian standing above him. Cut-and-paste letters hover in the air, reading 'cut me up and cook me for dinner; that way I'll belong entirely to you.'

He sits against the shadow of a wall and claps, calling for an encore. I love you, Adrian..

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And that's it~

Friends only~

Sun, 06 May 2007 01:59:02 GMT

RUN, MUTHAFUCKAS

I decided that shit, I don't have anything worth stealing, so this shit is open and public. But anything that's not-so-kosher for kiddies is going to be Friends Only, so. Uh. If there's any desire to see that shit, leave a comment, and I'll add you? There's a list right there, if you want to be added to a specific filter.

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Stormy Skies

part three!

part two!

:D

Yuletide 2009!

anime_lj_tcg shit

and if you rap like me you don't get paid

BY THE WAY

I wish I was with you

Drabbles~

PIERCING THE HEAVENS

bleed it out

幸せ なら 手 を 戦う

Our work is never over

Ahah.

Hmmm.

SHAZZAM

Soooo~

Friends only~

幸せなら手を戦う

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