The Call

Happy Birthday Mina!

Sun, 03 Jan 2010 07:28:21 GMT

It's my friend spidey_art 's birthday! Yaaaaaay!

So, I drew her a pretty picture.

We RP Joker and Harley. Hope she likes it!

For the record, Harley has a gold collar as a bit of a psychological in-joke. Gold colored collars tend to be worn by preps, as well as green and purple, but I didn't want her competing with Joker.

(Joker and Harley are property of DC and thus not mine.)

A Soul's Songbook: All Hail The Serpent Queen

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:54:23 GMT

Title: Shadows In A Mirror
Rating: G for this chapter
Type: Multi-chapter
Genre: Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and am making no profit off of this. The song lyrics belong to Chris Isaak
Summary: History repeats itself. A war was inevitable. But to Stein, there was only one person who could win.

I'm watching somebody's world at an end.
And wishing that somehow we could love again.
Shadows in a mirror tell me that I'm wrong.
Shadows in a mirror, tell me that we're through.
Chris Isaak, Shadows In A Mirror

Medusa had woken up to a loud sound down the hall, and had not waited to jump out of her warm bed and bolt down the stone hallway. She really should have known it would merely be her sister tossing another servant out.
"You mind keeping it down?!" The younger sister griped. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"At one in the afternoon?" Arachne had responded coolly, smoothing her makeup line to invisibility before opting to slip on some lipstick to match her dress. "Sister dear, sleeping this late is bad for your skin."
That had earned a faint twitch. "Arachne...some of us have things to do at night."
Arachne smiled at her sister, getting up and messing with her hair. "You might want to go ahead and go back to bed, then."
"What are you dressed up for anyway?" Medusa asked, looking over the slinky floor-length satin dress that threatened to come off should her sister sneeze.
"Going out for a while. Entertain Mother?"
"You know I can't, I've had this experiment going for a month and I need to be there --"
"Thanks, Sister, I knew you could be trusted. I don't see the big issue with me going out with someone of less-than-noble breeding anyway."
"Just don't taint my bloodline."
Arachne laughed. "Don't worry, it's just a phase, I'll be over it in a while."
Medusa sighed, stretching and going for a bath first, since her studies were going to be put on hold until Arachne returned home. There was worse, she supposed. It wasn't as if Arachne went on dates every day with the lowest of the low. She could cover her, for now, so long as her bloodline could not be tapped into by some rogue mage that wanted instant fame.
Sighing, the blonde got out and slipped to the office where she knew that her mother would be.
Mabaa was still, in all reality, a very handsome woman. She had taken her apparent age into her early fifties, carrying it well with her thick black hair and violet eyes. If Arachne were to grow older and appear as their mother, she would be very fortunate. She was, apparently, the spitting image of her mother in her prime, just as Medusa appeared as her father's daughter. This worked just as well for Medusa; she was rather alright with being the plain one compared to the other three. Of course, she was the youngest, and she knew that meant that she was likely going to be the lucky one.
Strangely, though, her eldest sister, Kallisto, was in the office, flipping viciously through pages.
"...Kallisto?"
"I'm busy."
"Why are you in Mother's office?"
"Can't explain."
"..."
"Mom's in the garden with Free. Go there. And tell Arachne to stop fucking alchemists, it's unsightly."
Medusa sighed...then it hit her. "Wait, Arachne's...?"
"Yeah. Be smart, Medusa, save that for a good Kishinist man who will produce you plenty of daughters."
Medusa nodded. That had been the original plan anyway. "Well, see you."
"Bye."
The young blonde frowned, not able to help but wonder what has gotten into her sisters as of late. Kallisto had been a little off her rocker ever since the death of her twin, Psyche, and Arachne was messing with things no respectful witch would ever. She decided to not worry so much about it, and do one quick check on her experiment before joining her mother and her consort.
She stepped up to the ornate mirror, once again admiring the obsidian framework, running her hands over it, feeling the charge of strong psychic energy protecting it. This was, as far as she has been told, the mirror that causes so many problems wherever it went. Inside was a world that she should never touch, that no one should be able to. Behind that powerful seal was Death himself, and his lovely home built kingdom that he had been banished to upon his defeat by the Kishin.
It had been a long-term goal for Medusa to find a way to defeat the powerful magic of Asura that bound this world away from the other. If she would be able to, she would overcome the gods themselves and proudly claim Shinigami-sama and his lands as her own. This was all she wanted. In her eyes, it wasn't much. Medusa was aware of the risks, and had calculated them carefully, and she was fairly certain that if she could break Asura's magic, then she would be able to fend off Shinigami-sama. Of course, she could be wrong and Shinigami-sama will not only kill her, but be unleashed upon the universe to let history repeat itself as he seeks out Asura...but risks were just a part of research.
Mabaa had received it at the end of the war for safekeeping. Now, Medusa was borderline obsessed. Something about the appeal was...irresistible. All this power, someday, could be hers.
She slowly held tightly onto the sides, focusing a portion of her magic into the palms on her hands.
"Nake, snake, cobra coburbra..."
Dark energy formed from her body, into her palms, against the glass....
....Nothing.
Medusa sighed, dejected, before going up to her mother.
*********
Stein looked at his reflection in the mirror, in slight wonder.
It was not normal. He could feel the evidence, he just wasn't sure how. This was...different. Unwelcome. He wanted to both draw himself closer and run away from it at the same time.
"What are you doing?" the short man snapped. "Hurry up!"
He jumped nearly a mile in the air. "Coming, sir!"
He straightened his oversized clothes as much as possible, following the short man through the catacombs that surrounded the Mirror, memorizing his way back to it, just in case something of the sort would need to happen.
"This is the work area, Stein," he quipped. "Your station is researching weapon wavelengths. You like this kind of thing, right?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Report to Adonias when you are settled in."
He nodded, looking around, and immediately getting his area prepared. He was pretty sure that he should be taking classes for this kind of work, but he could always do that when he earns the money for his tuition.
All in all...at least he was working.

OMG FANFICTION AGAIN?!

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:15:51 GMT

I know, it feels like forever ago!
Title: Le Langue D'Amour
Fandom: Magic Kaito
Characters: Kaito Kuroba, Saguru Hakuba
Warnings: Guy-on-guy lip action.
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING!
Rating: PG
Summary: That thief always had a new trick up his sleeve.

"Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?"
Hakuba looked up when he heard the question in French, brain not exactly responding to it. "Come again?"
Playful blue eyes sparkled -- almost taking a violet hue, if that were possible -- as he repeated the question.
"...Je ne parle pas le français, Kaito."
He laughed. "Then how come you answered me?"
"I know enough of any language to be able to indentify it," he replied. "Now can you pay attention to what is being said in class?"
Kaito leaned back in his chair, and hadn't said a word to him for the rest of the class. It was a mixed blessing, he suspected; if Kaito had not been teasing anybody, then he was plotting their humiliation. Hakuba was not going to tolerate having his underwear show up as a banner again. No, that was simply nothing tolerable.
---
Then the KID letter had shown up in French.
At first, Hakuba thought this the perfect opportunity for proving that, once and for all, Nakamori-keibu was wrong and he was correct. This was getting more and more rare, and Hakuba would grasp at the chance to be right about this. Unfortunately, he forgot one thing.
"His father had made several trips to France before, remember? He probably got taught enough that he wouldn't get lost."
And he scored again. Not that this should have surprised anyone.
It had taken a little more than running the note through a computer translator, of course -- KID would never make anything like that easy on anybody. He had to sprinkle over his note literary references and slang. Why he couldn't go back to "I will steal (select a gem) from (select a place) at (select a time) on (select a date)"? Was that too simple for him? Did he really have to make himself feel superior for seeing the obvious?
With a sigh, Hakuba had continued to look over the note, on the phone with a friend of his that he knew would translate.
"'J'étais assise avec ma cigarette à la main et je me suis rendu compte que je préférerais t'avoir toi' is the aside he usually uses for me," he told her, but everything else was caught off by laughter. "What? What's so funny?!"
"Does he smoke?"
"No one who can do the things he can do smokes."
"Then it's probably a literary reference."
"Okay, then, I'll just chalk it to that. Any idea?"
"It sounds kind of purple."
"Late 19th, Early 20th century then?"
"Sounds about right, for now. I'm..." snicker, "...pretty sure that it doesn't mean anything important to the heist."
He gave up, deciding not to fight a battle he wasn't quite sure he wanted to win, and had decided to move on to the next part.
---
He had nearly caught the thief, too.
Hakuba had him by the leg, hanging off the flag pole. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed the thief to actually survive.
KID was twitchy right now, not liking hanging between iron and a policeman, and he was definitely looking for something. Whatever that something was, was in line with the crowd below, and he must have found it, because he let go.
Not wanting to scream, knowing better than to think that a kaitou would harm, Hakuba merely held his breath until he felt a sudden jolt and trajectory changing. This task was much easier to accomplish with his eye closed, and he was rather amazed that the glider held. KID held his prize up, observing it as they made their way out.
They touched down a couple buildings away, Hakuba immediately thanking him before attempting to get the gem back. KID had, of course, struggled, as he always had when Hakuba managed to get his hands on him, and rather abruptly paused when he spoke.
"Que feriez-vous si je vous embrasse maintenant?"
"Wha--!?" Before Hakuba knew what was going on, soft lips pressed against his, a gloved hand holding his head where it was.
And just as suddenly as they were there, KID's lips pulled back, leaving a very confused and flustered detective.
"What was that for?!"
He snickered, waving, getting out from below him and dropping the jewel into the breast pocket of his shirt. "See you, Tantei-san."
Hakuba tried following him, just to find his hand cuffed to the building's railing. "Dammit!"
KID waved, disappearing in a cloud of pink smoke just in time for Nakamori to discover the very flustered detective on the roof.

Guess what you get?

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 09:42:48 GMT

Title: Truth Be Told
Prompt: 177 - Courage
Author: nancy_hartigan
Fandom: Original Fiction
Summary: Sarah Wade considers cutting her losses and going home.
Rating: PG-13 - swearing, sex
Word Count: 1628

"HELL'S BELLS!"
The quad was not quite sure how much more they could really take of this fight. Wade was starting to notice Aleistar was getting fuzzy and the screen was jumping, and of course, Ragin's cussing was coming in loud and clear over her intercom, which was not surprising.
"Language, cadet!" Sergeant Damen had scolded, beam cannon charging. "Watson, cover me, firing in five..."
"Sarah..." Aleistar muttered. "Come on, retreat."
"Not yet, Aleistar, prepare missles for firing." Wade was not going down without a fight, and Aleistar had sighed in response to that, having known better than to think that.
"Four."
"Fuck, I'm overheating," Patidar replied. "I'm pulling back!"
"Be careful," Wade warned. "I'll cover you."
"Three."
Wade grabbed the levers that she needed, moving in between Patidar's retreating mech and the enemy that was about to pursue her.
"Locked on, Sarah."
The redhead slammed her fist into the proper button, watching as she took out the leg in a fiery explosion at the knee and the mech falling useless in its pursuit.
"Two."
"Christ..." Patidar muttered. "It's getting too hot in here..."
"It's fine, Mara," Wade assured. "Just get half a kilometer and you can power down."
"One..."
A rumbling nearly threw Sarah out of her seat, slamming her head against the side.
"Sarah, we're hit!"
"How bad?" Wade asked, aiming with her left arm's laser and firing as much as she could take.
"We lost communication."
"Damn..."
A well placed laser in retaliation shook her armor, Aleistar cussing audibly before she lost him too.
"Aleistar!" Damn, she was on her own again.
The world seemed to move under her feet and she was nearly blinded to her right from Damen's cannon, watching as one mech survived...but not for long, as Ragin offered a laser to the head.
Anything that happened after, Wade did not remember, losing consciousness from the heat and damage, barely able to power down in time.
---
Damen relaxed when he heard the last mech fall. "Good...that's over."
"You did well, Sergeant," Sora praised. "Starting autorepair and I'll give you a report on what we need to replace."
"Power down, after."
"Yes, Sergeant."
He climbed out once in a decent area to check over the mess that was his students' mechs. Lukas seemed perfectly alright, as usual (Ragin definitely thrived for war), Michael was in autorepair, Ferguson jumping out to join him.
"Sarge!"
"I'm alright, it was just getting hot in there, that's all," he explained. "Where are Aleistar and Merlin?"
"Mara and Merlin had to fall back," Ferguson explained. "Aleistar is over there."
Damen really wished that he did not look at the mess that was Aleistar, watching the smoke rise. "Damn!" He immediately ran over and looked for the emergency ejection, which was more or less easy to find, and opened it up.
Wade was, much to his relief, breathing in short gasps, but still alive to be pulled out.
"Wake up, Princess!" Damen tried, slapping her gently. "Hey, Princess! Brat! Cadet!"
Ragin ran over. "Is Sarah alright?!"
Ferguson reached in for her journal disk, reading over the battle summary on her laptop. "Aleistar was overheating, too?"
"Not surprising, princesses always think the laws of convection will bend to their will," Damen quipped, reaching for his flask and pouring some water into her mouth and down her throat. "She and Patidar always push themselves to the limit anyway."
Ragin frowned, leaning against an abandoned mech leg. "So, what do we do now?"
Damen gave her a look. "We get Wade and Patidar to the hospital!"
"One would think that would be obvious," Ferguson agreed. "Permission to salvage?"
"Granted, but don't take too long. Grab Aleistar, Merlin, and Sora while you're out here."
"Roger."
---
Wade and Patidar recovered rather quickly, but that didn't change Wade's self blame.
This was her fault, really. She should have fallen back with Patidar. Thinking back on it, she barely remembered why her cheek had a first degree burn that she had to keep covered.
Damen had been in her hospital room when Wade finally woke up, though, which seemed to be a little strange.
"'The lady stirs'," Damen quipped, looking her over. "You got lucky, it seems."
Wade narrowed her eyes, focusing on the new scar down the side of the sergeant's face. "You got hurt."
"Nah," he told her. "You worry about yourself, brat."
The redhead blinked, then laughed, throwing her call light at him. "You go write your report! You have better things to do than watch young girls sleep, you pervert!"
"I do, but I wasn't watching a young girl."
"Go to hell!"
---
"The major's coming in to do his report," Watson teased.
Ragin went a brilliant shade of crimson that contrasted nicely with her fallow-colored skin and oddly with her blonde hair. "I know. Major Wythe only shows up once a month. It's routine. _Routine_."
Ferguson typed away at her laptop. "You know, I think I got enough credits to upgrade Michael."
Ragin blinked. "What're you gonna upgrade?"
"I'm thinking, if I have the points, a small plasma instead of my medium laser."
"I'd like that," Michael quipped from the computer screen. "The medium laser isn't going to cut it forever, Stephanie."
"How many credits?"
"You'll need to take two more missions or attend nine more classes," he replied.
Ragin rolled her eyes. "So, what, end of the week?"
Watson nudged her. "That's not nice."
"Change your specialization, Steph," Ragin told her. "Go for technician."
"And then we'll be one man down," Wade reminded her.
"I assure you, it wouldn't be logical," Ferguson pointed out. "Maybe once I raise my rank to something more profitable than a cadet."
Wade sighed, mind wandering off. Ferguson was getting along nicely with her studies, too. The rest of the girls seemed to be progressing well, finding their niche, knowing what they want to go for.
Was it her fault that she was truly the only girl in her squad that had no idea if she was cut out as a pilot? The last mission was a very good example as to why she felt that she needed to get an idea of what to do.
She was a bit too brave for her own good, Aleistar would not let her forget. This made her, unlike Ragin, too dumb to know her limit. Unlike Ferguson, she had fallen behind in classes lately, not sure when she would be able to catch up. Unlike Watson, she was not a naturally talented soldier without the desire to advance, more than happy to stay as a mere cadet. And definitely, unlike Patidar, she did not crave the battles to sooth her uncontrollable rage.
Maybe her place was back at home, taking care of her mother.
---
"...Permission to enter, Sergeant?" Wade asked, noticing her squad leader in his office.
Dark brown eyes looked toward the voice, inspecting every curve openly. Wade was about to comment before she noticed the bottle of white rum in his hand.
Sergeant was drunk.
"Come in, brat."
She smiled nervously, watching the Surillan with careful eyes. "Are you drunk?" She asked out of politeness, not expecting an answer.
"Nah," he trailed off. "What do you need, Sarah?"
Okay, that caught her off guard. Wade had, under no circumstances, ever expected to hear any of her superiors acknowledge her as a person beyond her family name. This was definitely a sign that he was not in a good state to talk to.
"...Do you want me to come back later?"
A strong hand immediately grasped her wrist. "Sit down."
She did as she was told, rather startled. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, what did you need, Your Highness?"
Wade had immediately decided that, well, if he was asking..."I'm thinking of turning in my credits."
"You don't have enough to graduate," he told her. "Hell, you shouldn't graduate. I told them women in the military was a bad idea."
"Thanks," she sarcastically replied. "You're going to get your wish, Sarge, I fucking quit."
Dark brown eyes lazily blinked. "Why are you quitting? You can't quit now!"
"You wanted me to quit the minute we met and you know it, Sarge!" Wade retaliated. "I don't care what you have to say, I am not so stupid as to see what you are doing! I'm uninstalling Aleister and scrapping my mech!"
"What the hell is your problem?" He asked. "This is coming out of nowhere!"
"Maybe if you had paid attention for the past couple days you'd have noticed that this has been bothering me!"
Damen slammed his bottle down, grabbing her. "Why the fuck do you want to quit, brat?!"
"I would say that it's because I have this asshole CO who thinks he knows absolutely everything and doesn't give a fuck about us, but the answer is that I don't think this is right for me!"
"Bullshit!" he told her. "You're a damn good pilot, Wade! You just got to learn to control your courage and abilities and not spend your credits repairing Aleister!"
Wade finally couldn't take it. Something in her, for the past year, finally snapped, and her hand went across his face without a thought.
"...You're such an insufferable jackass, you know that? You're getting what you're wanting, and now that you are, you are going to bitch about it?"
She barely dodged the thrown bottle, the smell of alcohol burning at her nose.
Which resulted in a thrown punch.
---
Wade had no idea when they moved, or how she ended up staring at the white ceiling of an apartment that she did not even know existed. All she knew was that the blankets were warm, the flesh that was draped over her body felt soft, the smell in the air was wonderful, and that she needed to go home before the dorm officers noticed she was AWOL.
It took a while to get Sergeant Damen off of her, and she grabbed her nylons and underwear first.
"Leaving so soon?" he asked, causing her to jump.
"When did you...?"
"Don't quit, Sarah," was all he told her.
"..."
He got up and kissed her again, helping her with her clothes. "I mean it, Sarah Wade. If you leave, you are an even bigger coward than you think you are."
"You're insane."
"No, I just know what I'm talking about. Find the courage to stay."

Moar Original Fiction

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 05:33:05 GMT

Title: None, as of yet.
Rating: G, for now, unless you get a few implications.
Type: Maybe multi-part?
Genre: Mystery
Warnings: ...nothing, unless you can read between lines.
Disclaimer: These people are not real. They are a product of my imagination.

Frederick was not quite sure how he was going to deal with the current situation. It wasn't proper for any gentleman to ever be in.
The way he sounded when you brought it up was quite interesting, and his friends and sisters teased him viciously about it. You would think the problem would involve illegal horse races, perhaps bear baiting, or spending excessive amounts of money on pure alcohol. However, Frederick was not spending a shilling on his new addiction. Hearing about it was, truly, an easy way to get the normally aloof man to blush a deep crimson, as if he had been out in the snow for half the day.
That addiction's name was Hattie Redfield.
She wasn't quite like the other women he had met the last social season, having instead kept her mingling to the sidelines, not touching anything that she was given, instead politely passing on the kind offer. There was a certain grace about her that he oughtn't focus too hard on.
After all, she was arranged to marry someone else when she came of age. Unfortunately, that had been two years ago, when he had first met her.
Frederick was accompanying his sister to the final party of the season, with hopes of (finally) finding a good suitor to (at last) hand her off to, when all of a sudden, he had found himself with an armful of sixteen-year-old. She excused herself politely, with that certain air of grace, before moving out into the night, bypassing the carriages. At that point, he had thought her townhouse was nearby and did not think a thing of it.
It had caused quite a stir with her fiancé, however, when he noticed her missing, though he had tried his damnedest to cover it up from his guests, likely to avoid the embarrassment.
Two seasons and what felt like countless balls later, Lillie still lacked a husband, and so did Hattie Redfield.
He knew why for Lillie. What he couldn't figure out was Hattie.

Original Fiction

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 04:55:51 GMT

Title: Attractions
Author: [info]nancy_hartigan
Fandom: Original Fiction
Summary: A woman who went to church every Sunday and helped the elderly for her living was always irresistible to Bentley Wade.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 577

I might end up doing more with these guys if you review and ask :) This was written for tamingthemuse
for the prompt of "Salt Of The Earth".

With the summer's sun reaching its highest point above the ground, Bentley had sneaked away from his farm to go up the hill and into the woods. It had been a rather discreet place on the property that he did not tell many about, thankfully. He couldn't imagine sharing it with anyone else.
Well, that was a lie. Bentley knew exactly who he would love to share it with, but he could never talk to someone like that.
Piper Morrison was, after all, too good for this sinful earth, and he was certainly not the only person who agreed with that. Certainly, she must have had her flaws -- she was not the most lovely creature in this town, in fact, she was rather plain, but that certainly couldn't count -- and by God, Bentley would find the the flaws in the girl. In fact, that was one of the reasons his hidden spot was where it was.
The girl was not at all aware of Bentley peering into her back window as she brushed her hair. It was nice, smooth, every bit of why she should be noted as, well, quite healthy, and good material for a wife. Perhaps that was just him, however, for it didn't exactly appear that Piper had many suitors. That was fine for Bentley, of course, because that meant that he had less competition.
She was still wearing her best clothes, clearly having just come home from Church before she brushed her hair out. Bentley knew her schedule inside and out, making sure that he could, if he ever wanted to, avoid her, or, if he decided to, meet her and make it look like a coincidence. That day just hasn't quite come yet. It will, though. For example, though, Piper would be heading off to work. He could easily show up at the nursing home that she worked at, claiming to have a relative there, just for a chance to talk to her. He didn't think it'd come to that, but it may at this rate...
The truth of the matter was that Bentley was a painfully shy boy, not really wanting to have to deal with the horror that was dating. Really, that was why he was still single at 25. It had nothing to do with the fact that women didn't want him, he knew that they had for a very long time. He just wasn't half as interested in them as he was with Piper.
If only he could find a way to meet her...
The sound of the door could be heard, much to his surprise.
There she was.
The goddess herself.
"Do I know you?" Piper asked, hands on her hips. "Why are you looking in my window?"
Bentley blinked at her, noticing how green her eyes were. Up close, Piper was much more lovely. "Um...hi, I'm from down the road...and I was wanting to come introduce myself."
Hours seemed to tick away while Piper and he stood, watching each other. "...I have to go to work, but I'm Piper Morrison."
"Bentley Wade."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Wade." Piper offered him a luminescent smile before bidding him goodbye and heading to her car.
All he could do was watch her walk away and drive off, thinking that, perhaps, they could do this again.
He'd absolutely love to get close enough to talk to someone as pure and good as Miss Piper Morrison.

Wallpaper!

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 19:38:49 GMT

Randall Curtis demanded he be drawn, and Kate wanted a wallpaper for him, so I made it and decided to upload it.

Meme!

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 18:15:05 GMT

1) Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2) List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3) Post them to your journal with these instructions.spidey_art gives me an M

Memories - Within Temptation! The song is, of course, beautiful in every way, the vocals, the music...and you gotta love it.
Master of the House - "Charge 'em for the lice, extra for the mice, two percent for looking in the mirror twice!"
Mambo Number 5 - It's catchy and a good philosophy of life, if the girls know.
My Girlfriend's Girlfriend - She's my girl too ^_~ And they keep me warm on cold nights, we must be quite a sight.
Mercy - I love this song so much XD

OMG FLASH!

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 01:17:18 GMT

Here, everyone, have a random, free tattoo flash:

It looks REALLY good on the back of your shoulder. Trust me.

Random Rants: The Sixth Thing At Christmas That's Such A Pain To Me...

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:54:47 GMT

**rubs temples**

You know...

You have to love it when your boyfriend's mother calls you disabled, claims it's obvious you have issues (Okay, catching me talking to myself might be a hint) and you should go on SSI, calls you lazy, claims you don't want to work, and uses you for an excuse why her son won't give her $60 to per her laptop payment....

...is totally and utterly praising your cooking.

Really. She has nothing but nice things to say about my cooking abilities. Even when my back is turned and she has the perfect opportunity to cuss up a storm about me.

I want her to know that this is MY house. Not hers. Therefor, insulting me in my own home is a punishable offense. Now, if only her son would get over his Mother Complex. **headdesk**

Kate, thank you for listening to me do nothing but bitch all holiday season. Through my depression and bouts of mania, you listen. I love you for it.

Sorry folks, but it's schizophrenia, not schizoid. I care very deeply what you all have to say about my issues. I'm schizophrenic. My people skills need working on thanks to being emotionally neglected for at least 15 years and sometimes leading to physical abuse. I'm a suicidal wreck during depressive phases. Come on. I'll take you all on on this subject. If you're not ballsy enough to say it to my face, don't say it at all. And if I cook you dinner two nights in a row and you only have nice things to say about my cooking, dammit, admit that I'm not disable. Look around my house, note how clean it is, and call me lazy. That's it. I dare you.

Fanfic: Soul Searching

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:13:03 GMT

Title: Soul Searching
Fandom: Soul Eater
Characters: Crona, Maka Albarn
Warnings: Yuri (maybe?)
Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING!
Rating: PG-13, maybe R
Summary: Crona always knew there was something wrong.

When Crona had been a young girl, she always had been a little...confused.

Yes, when she was a child, she wore dresses. To this day, she still wore her long black dress that clung at her hips. At the very least, Crona knew that she was a girl, if only for the lovely, wide hips that she had inherited from Medusa-sama. But as a child, she didn't need to worry about that little fact. She was a girl because her Medusa-sama told her she was. Why would her mother really lie about something like that?

It hadn't been until she was fifteen years old that Crona really started to worry about her sexuality. Her testosterone levels were going through the roof at that point, which Medusa blamed on the experiments that she used Crona for. This she could buy. Testosterone didn't exactly make someone something else entirely.

Then, well...she met Maka.

Maka Albarn was absolutely everything anyone could want in a girlfriend, as Crona discovered. Their first fight proved her passionate, fiesty, everything the name Maka would imply. Their second fight proved her to be kind, compassionate...Crona could still feel her arms around her shoulders if she focused hard enough. It had been the single biggest life-changing moment of her young life, even surpassing the creation and joining of Ragnarok.

Crona, much like everything else, had no idea how to deal with such a girl. Maka stirred feelings in her that Crona wasn't quite sure if she could ever come into accepting. The way she smiled, the way that she welcomed her into Shibusen with open arms, this was more love than Crona herself knew how to actually reciprocate.

Maka was everything wrapped into one cute, miniskirt-wearing, pigtail-sporting package. And it made Crona ache in ways that Medusa-sama had never taught her how to deal with.

She had been ecstatic when Maka finally pulled her out of her shell and on a date. It had been dinner, of course, disguised as two friends, really, Maka wasn't quite sure herself how anyone would handle her being a closet lesbian, especially Soul. Then they went to see movies, lots of them, every weekend, even if they had to see something three times.

At the point where she and Maka kissed...Crona definitely knew that there was something horribly wrong.

She had no problem, later, with pulling Maka into her little room and pinning her to the bed, loving Maka's innocent, half-hearted struggles. Nor did she have a problem with getting her to...

...Crona still blushed horrendously at the very thought of what had happened after that. But she'd do it again, too. She wasn't afraid to admit knowing how to deal with the carnal desires Maka stirred up after that.

What Maka found out, though, had been that...well...she was lacking something very important to mark her as a girl. She had about everything else, Maka told her, but...not that.

Maka didn't leave her, though. That wasn't the kind of person that Maka was. She was perfection in human form, and Crona didn't know how to deal with it. How someone so young, two years her junior, could possibly so worldly, so wise, so accepting...it was beyond her.

It was why Crona had no problem answering Medusa-sama's call, when it was time to leave. As much as she loved Maka, she deserved someone better than this. She deserved to have someone who was either one or the other.

Something in the back of Crona's mind told her that this was exactly as Medusa-sama had planned. Let her go mad from trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her, tear her asunder by what couldn't be known.

That was okay, though. As long as she knew Maka would be waiting when she returned, Crona knew that she could figure out and untangle these puzzles. It couldn't be too hard.

I made a meme!

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 15:11:29 GMT

Fanfic: Yamato Nadeshiko

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 09:49:05 GMT

Title: Yamato Nadeshiko
Rating: T
Type: One-shot
Genre: Darkfic with hints of tainted love.
Warnings: Implied rape, lots of mind fuckery.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and am making no profit off of this.
Summary: Noah was more than happy to fight for what he wanted. And when that fails, he had no problem lying to get what he wanted. And he always got what he wanted.
Notes: This spawned out of the 12 characters meme I did. Was supposed to be Hurt/Comfort, but, well, it kind of fits the bill. I have no idea what genres to put it under if it were on FF.Net, though.

I wonder if she knew how beautiful she looked right now.

Nakatsukasa Tsubaki was, on the whole, definitely a rare beauty in herself. Not quite the same elegant beauty of that girl, but in the demure, soft way. It wasn't too much of a secret that she was a weapon, but she was a rare one indeed, multi-formed and a demon blade on top of it all. Of course when I saw her I had felt the compulsion to have her. What man wouldn't want such a lovely, rare treasure?

Certainly her meister wanted her, too. He was quite a catch himself, the lone surviving member of such an industrious clan was always a welcome member of my collection. Which led to this current situation, as it were. My lovely new weapon was curled up where she was, long black hair falling freely about her shoulders, indigo eyes proving to show an incredible amount of pain behind her otherwise blank facade.

"Let him go..."

I wish that she knew I simply couldn't do such a thing. Rare prizes were never to be thrown away. That much was a known fact, a given on whatever one wanted to collect. She should know that.

"Please..."

She was starting to get desperate after having affirmed that fight was futile. Her blood had dried on the walls and floor by now, stopped flowing from her wounds. This didn't change a thing about how she looked, at least, not to me. Beauty alone is not enough to get into my collection. This, much like that girl, was not a normal, beautiful woman.

No, her people had a term for women like her. I can't quite remember it right now, but I know for a fact that it fits her to the letter.

I walk over to her, lifting her head to make her look me in the eyes. Nakatsukasa did not fight me, nor did she show any signs of fear. She wasn't like the other at her school, so willing to fight until they got to see the true power. Even Shinigami-kun had proved to be frightened, and her meister had been, as well. I do wonder if he was still in the corner, waiting for his next opportunity to attack. He was putting on a good front, but anyone who has ever been hunting knows what it means when an animal is in a corner and fighting: The fight is almost gone.

"He's dead," I lie, just to see the reaction in those pretty eyes.

Naturally, her reaction just adds to her beauty. Knowing continuing her fight is useless, continuing her pleas was just as useless, caused her face to fall and her sword to be left, forgotten, on the floor. I think I see her shoulders shaking, but that is not my problem, as her eyes were turning glassy, and then...

...tears fell. Nakatsukasa turned her head to hide this fact, trying to cover those lovely eyes with her long hair. Foolish girl. Were all of them so easy to upset?

I let her cry for a while, not thinking that anything would be a problem if she let out her grief. It wasn't a crime for her to feel guilty, depresssed, helpless about this situation that I fabricated.

Then I grab her chin and press my lips against hers, enjoying the quiver that I got. She needed to be comforted as if this situation were accurate to the real one, of course. And since I was the one who had "killed" him, if I knew my Japanese culture, it made her mine.

Or was that Chinese? I don't remember.

Nakatsukasa did not struggle, nor did she kiss back. She was completely, utterly miserable. I could nearly see the thoughts racing through her head.

"Why did this have to happen?" "This is all my fault." "If I had acted sooner..."

I didn't find the heart to give her the answers, to tell her that this happened because I had willed it so, that yes, if she acted sooner, Black Star would "still" be alive, so it is indeed her fault. It made it easy to pull off her belts and push her skirt to the side with her in this mental state.

...Yamato Nadeshiko.

That was the term I was thinking of just now.

It suits her so well. She should wear this title with pride.

Visiting old memes...

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 08:11:05 GMT

I know that I'm supposed to pick them from different series, but you know, I think it may be more fun to just pick them from the same. Pick 12 characters before continuing, and answer the questions:

1. Maka
2. Soul
3. Death the Kid
4. Liz Thompson
5. Patti Thompson
6. Black Star
7. Tsubaki
8. Crona
9. Spirit
10. Medusa
11. Stein
12. Noah. Because.

1) Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? ...yes, actually.Do I have to remember it?
2) Do you think Four is hot? Also, yes. I also cosplayed her.
3) What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant? Confirmation on 8's gender? Sweet! ...waitaminnut...
4) Can you rec any fic(s) about Nine? One that comes to mind is One Night.
5) Would Two and Six make a good couple? Depends on their mood. That ship kind of died in the first non-prologue episode.
6) Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Is there any way to answer this without making look like a pervert? Because 5/10 would be awesome. TO THE KINK MEME!
7) What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex? ...leave the room quietly, inform 6, and immediately get help
8) Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fic. Symmetry was everything. Balance was necessary. In order to maintain the balance, sacrifices had to be made.
9) Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff? Oh, very much so.
10) Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic. Yamato Nadeshiko. But no one would read it. Seriously, they wouldn't. And it'll get twisted very fast, as 12 would likely be the one to cause the hurt in the first place...so it would end up very likely an abuse fic.
11) What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four to deflower One? Girl-On-Girl For their Boys' Pleasure.
12) Does anyone on your friends list read Seven slash? Read it? Ryo and I write it.
13) Does anyone on your friends list read Three het? Most everyone on my list does. Except Doomedtick
14) Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven? Pretty sure most of us had at one point?
15) Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five? ...Ryo, if you won't, I will.
16) What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion? "JUST AS I PLANNED!"
17) If you wrote a song-fic about Eight, which song would you choose? Destroy, She Said.
18) If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warnings be? Rape, noncon, abuse, threesome, Darkfic
19) What might be a good pick-up line for Two to use on Ten? He wouldn't. But, if he did..."Cool snakes, who did them?"
20) When was the last time you read a fic about Five? Today.
21) What is Six's super-sekrit kink? Bondage, baby.
22) Would Eleven shag Nine? ...there have been many a fanfic about it. But given his current mindset...I think if he hasn't already, it's gonna happen.
23) If Three and Seven get together, who tops? Kid.
24) "One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three." What title would you give this fic? Name three people who would read it. ...No one would read it. Want to know the reasons why? 1. It starts with Incest. 2. While everyone, EVERYONE, might have a secret thing for hot one-night stands between 1 and 11, 1 and 12 would never be together willingly. 3. It wouldn't make sense for 5 to want someone other than 4 to get with 3. Because that's their man XD
25) How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon? ...That would be cute, actually.

If I were an RPG character~

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 07:19:42 GMT

With apologies to Nenena...but none to Pippin.

10 Song Challenge: For Ryo

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:30:33 GMT

Rating: PG13
Anime: Soul Eater -- One Night/Another Night
Characters: Kami, Spirit, Stein, Adonias, Marie, Sid, and Nygus
Type: 10 Song Challenge
Genre: General/Darkfic
Warning: Holy F*cking Hell yes. Concepts may cause queasiness.
Disclaimer: Do Not Own Soul Eater or the songs presented, and One Night/Another Night are intellectual property of hoshi_ryo and can be found at here and here.

1. We're In Heaven (911 Remix) - DJ Sammy

Stein shoved his hands into his pockets looking over the overcast sky, Marie sitting on the stone beside him. "How long is he going to be there?"

Marie sighed. "I don't know."

Kami looked at the spark of red hair amongst the grey. "....He really needs to be alone right now."

Stein shrugged. "I guess it's something that you have to be through to understand."

The green-eyed blonde nodded, but went over to the scythe anyway, which Stein took as a cue to go check

Spirit stared at the ground in front of him, stopping his yammering and putting down the flowers. "Stein?"

"Are you about ready? Staring at his name isn't going to bring him back, after all."

Spirit nodded and took one more peek at his father's grave before going to join the others.

2. Lithium - Evanescence

Stein stared at the doorway, green eyes pale and wide. It was a damn good thing he knew Marie was somewhere in the house. "Marie!"

Marie scrambled to her crazed friend, scooping him into a hug and looking at the door. "What's wrong, Stein?"

His heart was pounding like mad, his mind takiing in a charming smile he knew hid a forked tongue, beautiful eyes hiding an ugly soul. He slammed himself closer to the wall when he thought he heard his name.

"Stein, get a hold of yourself! The Kishin is messing with you again!"

He blinked, body relaxing as his common sense faded in. "...right..."

3. Crucify - Within Temptation

"You know, the white is overbearing in this room....ouch, I'm just saying!"

"Stein doesn't need you redecorating everything!"

Spirit looked around. "...I'm just saying, maybe a cream or soft yellow..." Kami hit him in the head again. "Ouch!"

Stein watched the couple, eyes devoid of emotion. "...Sempai..."

"Stein, you're awake! Who the hell was that guy?"

Stein tilted his head toward the ceiling, closing his eyes. "Get my glasses and clothes."

"Huh?"

"I can't stay in the hospital knowing I failed this mission."

4. You Know Nothing - Turbo ACs

Stein threw Spirit out of the way, taking Adonias on face to face..or as close as he could to such. Adonias smiled at him as the shy rabbit of a boy was backed into a corner, back to the wall.

Stein cussed loudly, realizing that he had no escape as either arm went up at head height.

"I heard that you were talking about me, Frankenstein," he warned, one hand dropping to grab his scalpel. "I probably should make you suit your name better, just for that."

Stein flinched and wrenched his eye closed, happy when Spirit misguided the cut so it merely went down his face instead of it's obvious goal of his tearducts.

5. River Below - Billy Talent

A shaking hand went through gray locks, eyes wide. There has to be some way....Oh God...

"Something has to be done," he said, voice shakily.

Sid looked over. "What can be done about it?"

"I'm...I'm the only person who is allowed to touch Spirit that way...I don't care how many medical books I'm going to have to read...Nygus, go get as many as you can!"

"What are you going to do?" Sid asked.

"Get his arm on ice," Stein ordered. "I'm going to see what else I can retrieve and hope it isn't too late to save Spirit."

6. Ignorance is Bliss - Jellyfish

Stein sat by, watching TV when Spirit came back around, admiring his stitched joints, feeling too weak to get out of bed. His ex-meister looked over idly. "You're awake?"

"Yes," Spirit managed out weakly, head pounding as he got control back in his arms and legs.

He smiled. "Good. I was starting to worry."

Spirit sighed. "Why would you worry about me?"

...that couldn't be good. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know you."

Stein sat there, green eyes meeting teal. "You don't?"

He shook his head. "What happened?"

One word summed the neurotic mess of a meister up: "Fuck."

7. All You Wanted - Michelle Branch

Stein sat on the couch with his roommate moving all around him. After Kami had broken up with him, Spirit decided that the living room needed to make a bolder statement, and now the walls were rust-red and the carpet a vivid white, dark-tinted cherry wood making the new coffee table.

Stein sighed. "Not every heartbreak has to resolve itself in thousands of dollars being spent and a new living room."

Spirit sat down on his new couch. "I'm not sad. Really, I'm not. It's not like I'm out until all hours of the night drinking."

His friend shrugged. "Just remember that talking it out will make you feel better than even a whole-house makeover. And I'm willing to listen to you bitch about the bitch."

8. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Stein happily flipped hand over hand, sweeping his scythe in a lovely arc, smirking. All of a sudden, he got more of a thrill than anything Adonias ever told him was going to be one of life's major ones.

Spirit laughed "Hey, go easy, work on your form again!"

Stein grinned maniacally. "I can't wait. I can't fucking wait!"

"Can't wait for what?"

Stein decided to add some footwork into it, learning quickly how to add a powerful kick to the mix. "Nothing."

9. Dangerous - Depeche Mode

The young lamb looked up at the hungry wolf, green eyes wide and full of innocence as the wolf ran his hands down the exposed stomach, kissing down to the hips.

"...Adonias...." the lamb whispered.

The wolf smiled. "Relax, it'll be fun..."

The ewe whined softly. "Are you sure?"

"Positive..."

The wolf smirked as he brought the scalpel down, cutting into the flesh, making the lamb cry out.

10. Every Other Memory - Trick Pony

He relaxed, finally stopping his crying. He wasn't a child, dammit...

"Stein?" Spirit said, coming in. "What's the matter?"

"...can you check the doors one more time?" Stein asked, clinging to his teddybear.

Spirit sighed. "For all the time you go on about me needing to be a man and facing my fear of death, you have a lot of growing up to do."

He nodded. "But I'm younger than you. I got an excuse."

Spirit laughed. "Next thing you know, you'll be afraid of the dark."

"....No, being afraid of the dark is stupid," Stein said, thinking about gorgeous blue eyes looking into his. "...it's what lies beyond the dark that one needs to be afraid of."

Two Thanksgivings?!

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 18:00:45 GMT

I must have been a good girl this year: I get two Thanksgiving dinners!
Okay, so one is bigger than the other -- my mom's house is going to be feeding around seventeen people, versus the one at my house that will be like three, four at most. So, of course it's going to be a smaller.
So, Thanksgiving will be including the following at my house:

Turkey (OF COURSE!)
Au Gratin Potatoes
Mashed Potatoes with gravy (Yes, I am aware of it, but dammit, I want starch!)
A small asparagus casserole
And if I have time, maybe some sugar cookies.

Sounds good to me! Yum~!

Random Rant: Moving Madness

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:31:32 GMT

**pants, falls onto chair, crawls up into sitting position**

We've been moving since Saturday, and we are almost settled in! Huzzah! Claire, in the meantime, is having a few technical difficulties after her trip: Apparently her grandmother never got into this whole internet thing. She's stuck on her cell. Well, that's fine, at least we can get a hold of her, right?

By the way, Nora Rin won her little poll, so that's what she is naming her baby! ^^ She's apparently due in late May, early June. Well, at least Danny'll be out of school.

Anyway.

So until I get a real job (this survey taking thing is not cutting it), my mom is supposed to supplement me 300/month. Hopefully, this won't take long. I hate having to ask her for much.

Madness of groceries was just this: $192! I had to ask Mom for the last $92...oh well, she said she'd help out, right?

So, in the meantime, you guys are gonna get more Holiday Spirits and drabbles -- I am open for requests~!

Love,
Nancy

New Fanfic: Holiday Spirits

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 19:49:18 GMT

Title: Holiday Spirit
Chapter: 1 of 5
Rating: G
Anime: Soul Eater
Characters: Liz, Kid, Patti
Type: Multi-chapter
Genre: Family/Romance
Disclaimer: Do Not Own Soul Eater.
Summary: Holidays are a good way to let the people you love know that you care about them. Death City is well aware of this fact.
Chapter Summary: Liz and Patti long for a normal, close knit Christmas. Kid, though he has never celebrated it before, intends to try his best.

Knit, knit, purl, purl, yarn over.
The pattern was montonous, just like everything here. Liz didn't mind, though. A nice, simple, boring life was actually a good thing, in her opinion. It was a sign that, for once, everything was going right in her life.
Yarn over, purl, purl, knit...
In a couple of hours, Kid would be coming home. He wanted to speak to his father about Christmas dinner -- a practice that he himself did not participate in, but knew that it was important to them, at the very least, so wanted it to be as they wanted, with family only.
Family...
Kid was accepting them into his family, slowly but surely. It wasn't really a secret how they felt, but of course, Kid would not say anything about it out loud. Patti would, though, but Liz...felt that it did not need saying. It wasn't like their balance hung on simple words alone.
Knit, knit together, yarn over...
This was never going to get done. But you know, since more time was being spent at home, maybe it would. Kid seemed to be getting more protective lately, making sure both of them were inside while this weather was so cold and dreary.
She sighed, looking out the window for some sign that he was almost done. Of course, she knew better than to think that he would not be soaking up some time with his Honorable Father, since it was so rare he got to see him without any business floating overhead. Kid needed to learn to relax, so a visit to Shinigami-sama was in order, anyway.
Still, it was after eleven. It wasn't like he needed to be sleep deprived.
Patti draped herself over the couch, mug of hot chocolate in hand, blaring the TV as loud as they could stand it. "Should we invite Mom?"
Liz shook her head. "Shinigami-sama, Kid, and Mom in the same place might actually cause the world to explode. What about Meg?"
"We should invite Meg! I'll call her and ask if she's doing anything and wants to fly out!"
Liz smiled to herself as Patti leapt to her feet to call the bartender and Liz's friend. There was no reason that lovely lady needed to be alone on Christmas Day again. Besides, she wanted to show off how well she's been doing.
"What're you making, anyway?"
"A scarf for Kid."
Patti giggled.
"Oh, come on, Patti, it's nothing like that!"
"It's not nice to lie, Sis! You like him too, don't you?"
"You know I swore off men."
"Ah, but Kid's not --"
"If you want to finished that sentence, you'll be getting this needle in your eye. It's titanium, it will go in easy!"
Patti roared with laughter. Liz decided to give up, since it was clearly useless.
"It's okay to like him, you know."
"He's too young for me. He's perfect for you, though."
Patti sipped her chocolate, then perked when Meg finally picked up her phone. "Hiya, Meg, guess who!"
Now that she was walking away, Liz could concentrate on the important things. Dinner was most likely going to be small, for a family of five...goose, stuffing, rice casserole...
Knit two together, purl, purl....
....
Kid slipped in quietly, not having meant to stay out until after one, but sometimes, he could lose track of time easily, especially with the explanation of the poisonous sprig in his hand to humans. The TV was up loud, the lights downstairs all on, but upstairs was dark, announcing Patti was downstairs and Liz had gone to bed. Well, usually.
He paused when he saw that Liz had fallen asleep on the couch, a red scarf draped over her body and onto the floor, still attached to her knitting needles. The white snowflakes (which seemed to glitter, thanks to whatever she was using for the design) that littered across the red background were greatly and meticulously crafted, acheiving almost perfect symmetry.
He smiled, turning off the TV and taking her knitting away to let it rest on top of her collection of yarn. "Liz, I'm home."
She groaned, trying to roll over, but falling off of the couch with a loud yelp, and was a little surprised to have Kid catch her to ease the fall. "Kid..."
"I think you need to head to bed, if you are falling asleep on the couch."
Liz nodded, blinking when she noticed something in his hand. "Whatcha got there?"
Kid blinked. "Oh, this? It's a Christmas decoration, isn't it?" He held it up.
"Yes, it is...do you even know what that is, Kid?"
He smiled, holding the sprig over her head and kissing her cheek. "Mistletoe. Now, go to bed."
Blink, blink...smile.
"...What?"
"That's not how you kiss under a mistletoe."
That got a confused look, especially when Liz's arms went around his neck.
"Here, let me show you."
Upstairs, Patti smiled and giggled. "It worked."
"Ah, it did then?" came the voice on the other end. "That's good! Are you sure you're okay with it though?"
"Yup yup! I want my big sis happy. I can share my boyfriend if that'll do it. See you tomorrow then?"
"Yes, be sure you are behaving yourself. See you at Christmas dinner."
"Bye bye, Shinigami-sama!"

Fanfic: Undefined

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 06:57:20 GMT

Title: Undefined
Rating: PG
Type: One-shot
Genre: Romance/Friendship
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater and am making no profit off of this.
Summary: You don't have to define everything in the chaos to find the order.

For all his life, Kid had been among the humans, walking around them for one reason or another. This is how he had come across his two weapons. Liz and Patti had learned the hard way that he was not some ordinary boy they had mugged.
"Okay, right, you're a death god. I'm going to believe that."
Liz slipped on yet another pair of what seemed to be an endless array of heeled sandals. Kid didn't have a problem with it, because Liz, at least, cleaned up after herself.
"I am," Kid insisted. "And you'd be wise to start acknowledging that."
"Listen, Kid," she replied. "You might be able to fool Patti, but I stopped believing in gods a long time ago."
"Yes...your father, right?"
The blonde tensed, her fingers stopping altogether for a brief moment before they moved again only to finish securing her shoe before she rose to her feet and gracefully walked right out the door. Kid winced at the door slamming, and sighed, making a note to never bring that subject up again.
Of course, Kid had always kept to that, in fear of breaking the fragile string of trust that she had developed with him. Liz had always been one of those cases who may have been willing to look forward, but the past was out of the running for conversations that could break the ice. He stayed out of her memory, and decided that it was probably the best thing for them to let her come out of her shell on her own.
But she knew he was different. His point sank in well.
He had worked too hard to work for their trust for that to be ruined. He had gotten...comfortable.
Kid burst out of the bathroom, towel still around his waist in an attempt for modesty. "Patti!"
The roar of laughter down the hall announced that she knew what she had done, but did not regret her heinous crime. The nerve of that woman!
"You get in that bathroom and arrange the conditioners and shampoos as I have always kept it!"
A playful look was gracing the younger Thompson's face, before she chirped, "Make me!"
He groaned, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her into the bathroom. "If you weren't a perfect match for your sister...!"
It would be a long time from then before they discovered how empty his unspoken threats were.
No matter how he would try to treat them as two parts of a whole...
"Liz, why are you wearing makeup?!"
"Patti, I thought we decided on jeans, those are shorts!"
In fact...
"I'm not going out looking like a slob."
They were...
She giggled. "But they're made of jean!"
....different.
"Kid, I'm going out for the night. Don't wait up."
"Hey, Kiddo, let's stay up all night watching scary movies and eating popcorn and..."
Okay, they were night and day.
A concerned frown crossed the elder's lips. "What's bothering you? You're not acting like yourself."
"Kiddo's been too quiet! What's he thinking?"
But night and day made up one whole. There was still balance. It was such an important balance that Kid didn't think that he could regain it if he had lost either of them.
Kid frowned and listened to the message one more time.
"Liz, it's me, don't you think this is a dumb way to get rid of someone? Moving across the country is not going to help anything. Anyway, I got a new cellphone number, so if you want to talk like an adult and come back home, call me. My new number is..."
Kid already had the phone at ready, punching in the digits as this person read them off, and waiting.
"Hello?"
"Who the hell is this and why do you keep calling for Liz?"
He was not about to let anyone, including Liz's ex, threaten the balance that they had made.
It wasn't until a good three years down the road he realized the truth behind his obsessive need to keep them there, safe, with him. Of course, Kid had still to this day failed to admit the truth in the matter to anyone but himself, in fear that perhaps, humans didn't have the same kind of mindset. He knew that they had been wired similarly to his honorable father; one girl for their entire life was enough. Those who did not follow those rules were labelled badly.
"So, who's Shuuya?" Kid asked innocently, plucking at Liz's eyebrows.
"How do you know Shuuya?" Her free eyebrow nearly went halfway to her hairline.
Kid put the tweezers down, checking his work. "He called you today. And yesterday. And the day before. And last weekend."
"Can you tell that jackass I never want to talk to him again?"
Kid smiled softly, mostly to himself. "Will do, Liz."
Maybe...some types of order are not meant to be defined. He may be thinking too hard about this. Why should there be a straight, perfectly sectioned line for absolutely everything?
"Let's get inside!"
Patti thought a bit from her perch in the tree that she was on. "Why?"
"You're going to get sick in this storm!" Kid announced. "And more than likely you are going to drag mud into my perfect foyer!"
She laughed. "Relax, Kiddo, I'm coming."
He gave her a level look as she jumped down...and blinked as she pulled him into the empty street.
"Patti!"
"Kid, can you teach me how to waltz like you and Sis do?"
Things can be so much better without definition.
"I can't believe you two were in the rain for two hours."
Kid relaxed in the warm water, leaning back against Liz's front as he supported Patti on his lap, who sneezed rather helplessly. "Blame your sister. I think she got herself sick."
Patti blew a handful of bubbles at Kid. "You're the shinigami around here!"
"Kid?"
He jumped out of his musings, turning his head to see Liz in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts at the door. "Liz..."
"Are you coming to bed? Patti's pretty much passed out after that last mission."
...They already knew, Kid was sure of it. "Yes, I'll be there in a minute."

OMG ALIVE!

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 00:58:37 GMT

And here is a ficlet from a series I had picked up recently:
Title: Per Saeculorum
Rating: G
Genre: Sap.
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
Characters: Madame Red, Vincent Phantomhive
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler and do not make any profit from this fic.
Summary: Come her wedding day, so many loose ends need picked up. The air must be cleared before she gave away her last name.

Ann hated red so very much.
But, because of that man, she came to love her red hair...and she came to love red in the same way that her beloved had loved it, wearing red the day of his wedding.
Dammit, why did he have to choose her sister?
Now here she was, looking in the mirror, and staring at her reflection. It was her turn to wear white, despite the lie that it presented. She was sure that everyone in the church was expecting her to be wearing red, perhaps blue...but not the color she was wearing now, not some sort of sign of purity.
Rachel finished the plait that she had been working on, pulling it to the front with its twin, a blue velvet ribbon tied at her breast, before she went to put on the bridal veil. "My adorable little sister is so beautiful today."
Ann blushed, checking to make sure that her hair was perfectly in place before the lace found its way to her head. "Rachel..."
"You look beautiful."
The young bride jumped, spinning to see her first love in the doorway of her bridal chamber. Suddenly, as usual, everything went still aside from the beating of her heart in her chest. All that existed was just Vincent and herself, even as he asked Rachel to let them have a moment and her sister disappeared into the hallway.
He stood there for a while before he finally smiled at her and closed the door. "You do look beautiful, Ann."
"Vincent..."
He walked up to her, taking her left hand in his right. "How long has it been since the last time we've been without your sister, Ann? I get to see her all the time, but I never see you anymore."
"...That's because I'm getting married, Vin...Vincent..."
"I'm well aware of it, Ann..." He didn't want to be so aware of it, it showed in his dark eyes. "I can't say that I approve of your choice in this matter, but..."
Ann nodded, stepping off of her stool, letting him support her as she did so. "But this isn't your choice. I am a grown woman and deserve to choose how I spend the rest of my life."
"Of course, Ann. How goes medical school?"
"I just graduated this June."
He laughed. "Of course."
She looked up, red eyes meeting brown. "You weren't there, Vincent. You never are anymore."
There, that finally got a spark in what appeared to be nearly dead eyes. She had merely twisted a knife, not planted it. "You know my business keeps me busy..."
"I understand all too well."
"Ann, don't be this way. It's your wedding day, a time for romanticism to come alive and then you shall never have to give into your cynicism again."
If only it worked like that, then maybe Ann would be able to protect her heart from the man who stood in front of her.
"How do you intend to keep me, your wife, your company, your hidden workings, and a child, Vincent? You know that Rachel is so far along that you need to start thinking like a man and not a boy."
"That's why I've been so busy, Ann," Vincent replied. "I don't wish to leave any loose ends unravelled so the three -- four of us can live a happy life."
"I can't wait that long, Vincent," Ann shot back. "I'm not one of the wallflowers of the ball that will shrink back and watch you, hoping you will smile and approach. No, shrinking violets have never been your kind of girl."
"You're wrong, Ann." He brought her left hand to his chest, and she could feel his heart underneath. "You know how much you and your sister mean to me...what I mean is that..." He sighed. "...I'm not as good with words as you are, Ann. You've always been my sweet heart, and you know that, should this not work out...I will always welcome you in the Phantomhive manor."
Ann laughed, not bitterly, arms going around her first love's waist. "What is the real reason you've come back here, Vincent? You aren't this naive."
He ran a hand through his dark blue hair with a sigh. "I noticed you lack your something borrowed." He dug through his pockets before he came across what he was looking for, a lovely cameo necklace, velvet ribbon for its chain, and slipped it on his sister-in-law, clasping it as she looked in the mirror in awe.
"It was my mother's. I think it suits you more than it would ever suit Rachel."
Ann turned to look up at that man again, blinking when his lips crossed over hers. Yes, it was customary to kiss the bride, and his lips had locked hers in a chaste kiss, but...the spark was still there.
He pulled his lips away, fixing a misguided gather in her dress. "Be happy, Ann. Make that man as happy as you have made me."
She blinked. "I have your blessing?"
"You don't need my blessing. All I want to see is, for once in her life, Ann to smile and be genuinely happy." He offered her his smile, guiding her out of the room. "Now come along. Baron Kelvin is among those who had shown up, so stick close to your husband lest he be so enamored that he try to steal you away."
And for once, Ann was laughing.

Chapter 64 of Soul Eater's Out! Yay!

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 02:16:40 GMT

Okay, now it is my turn to express my opinions and inflict them onto you innocent fools.

So this chapter is pretty much the beginning of Gopher and Maka's battle. Maka is told by her father that, indeed, she is the target of Noah and Medusa's crazed antics. YAY MEDUSA! She looks so pretty as a raven, but I miss the blonde.

So anyway, she gets herself found while off flying with Soul, Kim, and Jackie. Almost gets knocked off her scythe. I wonder by whom...

Oh. Hi Gopher. I'm STILL calling you Yue. Or Waffles...yeah, you're gonna be Waffles.

Meanwhile, in Random Flashback land, Noah looks sleepy. I guess we were right on the whole "Kid's Gonna Get Raped" front... But that isn't why we are here. We are here for Waffles VS Maka. Or, at least, I was. Dammit.

So, from here, The Amazing Flying Waffles (sorry for the circus pun, I have recently picked up Kuroshitsuji and read it all in pretty much four sittings) proves to be amazing at flying. And he has the same kind of rare soul that Maka has. Hm. Go figure.

And why isn't Kim turning back to investigate all this? She can't be that far away...

So, cut to the Ice Cream Brigade eating ice cream while Maka tries to find away to learn how to deal with it. Liz has apparently been tired a lot. Ryo Hoshi's "KNOCK UP THE PRETTY MATE!" jokes and me noting that this is very bad for everyone involved, as this is proving the whole "Liz has an attachment disorder" theory and after the clinical depression sets in, we're gonna have to deal with Liz being suicidal.

Anyway, back to Waffles and Maka. It's going nowhere. Waffles is making bad jokes at Maka's expense, Maka can't lay a finger on him, and she has been in the air for an entire chapter and STILL no panty shot.

...Panty shot, dick measuring contest, either way.

So, what does she do? Gets into a dick measuring contest with Waffles using wings as a metaphor. Guess who has the bigger wings?

**Hint: It's not Waffles.**

In general...pretty boring chapter, but hey, what can you do? You just can't force action.

CRACK AHOY!

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:02:36 GMT

I have found what will result in hours of amusement and horror! It shall provide me amusement and possibly a weekly entry (so I'll actually remember to stop in and write every so often), of a top ten of sorts.

GENTLEMEN!

BEHOLD!

CRACK PAIRING GENERATOR OF WIN!

When the boyfriend is not around, there is really nothing more to do than surf the internet for porns and troll on 4Chan. Nah, I'm not that bad. I just sit there, watching porn while knitting. Some actually have very interesting plots. Ever play Robozu? You should if you are over 18. Well, last night, hoshi_ryo and I got to watch a marathon of Courage The Cowardly Dog. This resulted in us watching the episode which has developed its own OTP cult following.

That's right.

Goose God/Eustace's Truck.

We went there. That's right.

So, naturally, when porn started to bore me today (I need to find a bloodplay doujin featuring Stein/Medusa, that will keep me from boredom for a nice, long time), I decided to stroll around TVTropes.org. After a grand adventure on the Cargo Ship page, I decided to click back one entry and got to crack pairings. It lead me to Seventh Sanctum, which is responsible for many a cosmic horror in my RPGs and original characters (Danny, for example, the shapeshifting kappa's original concept came from Seventh Sanctum.)

And then...I clicked the button.

Oh lord, what did my sides ever do to you?

Soon, after inflicting such horrors on poor Ryo's mind and soul (and unintentionally seeming to give her a closet ship, which I shall cover in the Honorable Mentions section of this entry), I decided that the Soul of An Innocent Maiden is not enough to corrupt. Thus, is where you all come in.

I am going to give you ALL ten crack pairings that were generated by this monstrosity. I must know both series for them to be valid, but if I don't like it, it doesn't mean I get to veto it. I will also give the honorable mentions. If somehow you like the pairings, vote for it in my comments or via AIM/MSN/However you typically reach me. The pairing that gets most votes shall end up with Fanart next Friday, when the next section is posted. Ready for this week? Alrighty, let's go! And leave comments if one makes you want to say something! XD

Ten Crack Pairings

1. Brian from Family Guy/Thing from Fantastic Four
2. Min from Wheel of Time/Deanna Troi from Star Trek: The Next Generation.
3. Tim from the Office/Pyramid Head (somehow, I think this is going to be the other way around if this wins...)
4. Benjamin Braddock from The Graduate/Gareth from The Office. (Wow.)
5. Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter/Jonathon Teatime from Discworld (...you know, that one actually makes some sense...)
6. Echo of Greek mythology/Willy Wonka (of the Chocolate Factory)
7. Odysseus of the Illiad and the Odyssey/Claudia Kishi of the Babysitters' Club
8. Ayame from Fruits Basket/The Persian from the novel Phantom of the Opera.
9. Shion Uzuki from Xenosaga/Rubeus Hagrid from Harry Potter (This is how you know I am not making these up and keeping to my word -- Shion is 1/2 of my first BIG les yay)
10. Adrian Monk of Monk/Dobby from Harry Potter

...some of these are OH GOD WHY?!?!?!

But now it's time for the honorable mentions
These get comments. They deserve them.

Brian (Family Guy)/The Borg Queen (Star Trek)
Well, since the love of his life was a blooming idiot, I'm sure that Brian needs a smart girl. One with power. And an army.
Besides, Resistance is Futile.
Leela (Futurama)/D'Artagnan (Three Musketeers)
I don't exactly get how this would be considered crack. If these two met, Leela just might dump Fry. Maybe. And if it's before they actually accepted they had feelings for each other, then this is a no brainer.
Lust (Fullmetal Alchemist)/Nynaeve al'Meara (Wheel of Time)
This is another one that one can get really into. Obvious reasons.
Sergant Angua (Discworld)/Snape (Harry Potter)
This is the one that I warned about above. It is best described in this snippet of conversation:
(2:54:18 PM) Mystery Otaku: For your brain breakage: Sgt Angua (Discworld)/Snape (Harry Potter).
(2:54:24 PM) : <snerk>
(2:54:45 PM) Mystery Otaku: ...well, I found a crack ship I'm jumping on.
(2:55:10 PM) Mystery Otaku: Not Angua/Snape --we sure it's not Snape/Angua?
(2:55:18 PM) : Yes.
So, I think that Miss Hoshi is silently shipping.
Walter (Hellsing)/Professor Moriarty
....YES! THIS IS MINE! I CLAIM THIS SHIP IN ALL THAT IS HILARIOUS AND CRACKTASTIC.

Random Thoughts and Checking In

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:54:41 GMT

Hello, everybody!

I was sitting back around Chapter 61 of Soul Eater and rereading the last few months' additions, and I couldn't help but notice that under all that poor, abused toner, something was eating at me. Chapter 63 kind of reproved my point on it, so I think I'll just come out and say it:

...Is it me, or is Soul Eater taking a turn towards the Songbook side?

I kinda noticed it in Chapter 61, because after the shock of Justin's ~~Heel Face Turn~~ Big Reveal, I sat there and realized that Stein was acting very similarly to how I have him behaving in the current parts of A Soul's Songbook. Chapter 63, well...Kid is acting VERY much like how I've been writing him. Which means I was either IC before it became canon or that someone is a rather big fan of my work. I don't mind it, per se, but it's becoming a touch of a nuisance to hear my rl friends talking about how awesome Kid is acting in the face of ~~being anally raped repeatedly and without even the lube~~ eminent danger when I know at least one of them was complaining about how Kid in A Soul's Songbook was OoC and he doesn't like Noah's portrayal.

That said, I also wanna check in and address on the lurkers. I know I have several. I would like at least a message that at least says hello so I can ask you guys for feedback. The epically wonderful alice_rm has made herself known despite never even meeting me. We have in fact become L/K/P buddies. I know I tend to lurk, but as everyone knows, if I read your stuff, I will comment at least once. It's common courtesy, folks. I love you all, but hoshi_ryo and I have been having the same problem. I have only one review for my latest posted fic, and if the hit counter is correct, I have over 60 hits this morning when I got that review. If you are wanting us to continue, you should at the very least leave a comment. Seriously, I'm happy to even get a "first!" comment anymore. And those of you who I know have read my original work, with the exception of hoshi_ryo again, I had to freaking ask what you liked, what you didn't like, etc.

I had joined this site, FF.net, and AFF for the reasoning of getting my fanfiction out to improve my writing for my original works and to entertain you guys. A little appreciation and constructive criticism is not going to harm anybody.

PORN!

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 02:39:00 GMT

I wrote some. LizKidPatti shameless PWP. Have fun, you pervs XD

http://anime.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600048045