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petak, 30.10.2009.

Take a Swing

It's short, it's kinda fail, and it's not the pairings you wanted, but HERE'S A GINTAMA FICLET FOR YOU, minkyleigh! 8D;;;Title: Take a SwingFandom: GintamaPairing: Hijikata/Yamazaki. Implied racket/Hijikata.Rating: PG-13 . . . ishSummary: Damn that boy can swing that racket. ;o It was a lazy fall afternoon, and as usual, there wasnt much to do in the way of law enforcement. The Shinsengumi were all stationed for the worst, but since the worst rarely (if ever) came along, they were spending said afternoon resigned to states of utter boredom. Hijikata Toushirou, Vice Captain, was watching as his topless subordinate practiced his badminton swings for the three millionth time.Truth be told, he quite enjoyed afternoons like this. He sat against the porch railing, cigarette smoke dissipating into a small gray line before his face as he watched the toned muscles of Yamazakis back move beneath his skin. With force, he held back sympathetic winces each time the racket whizzed sharply through the air. He knew what that racket was capable of and squirmed uncomfortably on his rear.Truth also be told, Hijikata had something resembling some sort of . . . relationship with the man. Yamazaki wasnt exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, nor was he the strongest. It wasnt really that he was brave or a good fighter or any of that stuff. It was just . . . wait, what was he good for?YAMAZAKI! Hijikatas abrupt roar promptly took another six months off of Yamazakis expected lifespan. When his heart began beating once again, he reacted on delayed instinct and tried to make a run for it. His escape route was quickly foiled by the extended foot of a certain supposedly-sleeping 1st Captain.Yamazaki cowered in a rather cowardly fashion before the towering shadow of his perpetually angry-looking Vice Captain. In truth, he wasnt all that afraid. Not really. Hijikata-san may act scary in front of everyone else, but when they were alone . . . well, okay, he usually acted scary then too. But he had a soft side, Yamazaki knew. Oh, he knew alright.Not that the punch in the face was any indicator.It was only three punches this time, at least. And they werent even that hard! Yamazaki realized he must be in a good mood. Still, he put on the victimized act, because he knew Hijikata would be appeased.No way, I wasnt even doing anything! he whined, then gulped at the Vice Captains increasing glower.Thats exactly it! What the hell do you do around here?Yamazaki blinked, caught off guard. Do . . . ? Do? As in chores? Doing the dishes? Doing Hijika-Why the hell do you carry around that frigging katana, anyway?I can fight! Yamazaki protested with a rather childish scowl. I helped you catch those ruffians who stole that old ladys purse the other day, remember?Hijikata just continued his glower. Truthfully, Yamazaki knew what Hijikata was asking. It was something he asked every once in a while, whenever the thought for some reason or other occurred to his lovable but pea-sized brain.On cue, Okita-san decided at that moment to wake up.Thats strange, you dont even know what one of your closest subordinates does? Thats not being a very good Vice Captain, Hijikata-san.Shut up! Who asked you? Hijikatas wall of classic defensiveness came up, and as the two rivals continued to bicker back and forth, Yamazaki knew he was saved for now.After thanking Okita-san for the save later on that evening, Yamazaki slipped silently into Hijikatas bedroom, twirling handcuffs around the finger of one hand while the other gripped the hilt of his precious racket. A couple late-night drinkers saw him move discreetly through the shadows with their well-trained eyes, but politely pretended not to notice.Everyone except Hijikata knew that Yamazakis job was keeping Hijikatas fearful temperament from getting out of hand.~FIN~----------------------------LOL. I dunno. I suddenly felt the need to pick on poor Hijikata. T_TFEEDBACK PLZ. ♥

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utorak, 27.10.2009.

random One Piece ficcage

I wrote this out by hand when I was sick last week in an attempt to distract myself from the horrendous body aches I was experiencing . . . obviously I was in an odd state of mind, and I'm not really sure what to think of it. It's either really beautiful or really sappy, I can't decide which. D:It's in response to episode 247, during which I'm not afraid to admit I cried like LITTLE BABY GIRL. So, it will make no sense if you haven't seen that episode. (Although honestly speaking, even then it might not make any sense.) But I'm interested to know what someone else thinks, so I'd appreciate feedback if you've also been following One Piece.Title: Dance of the KlabautermannFandom: One PieceRating: GSummary: The fairy sings a tale of joy.The fairy sings.On tiptoes of seashells and a raincoat of brine, he twirls out patterns amongst the stars, reflecting the currents of the oceans below. Delicate are the threads of fate, and this voyage had been mapped out in the thin wiry strings of destinys tapestry before the fairy came into being, a kings pixie bedecked on ancient, faraway shores.The archer brought with it war, with the goat chasing its heels, grazing the desolate pastures of a wasteland. The Aquarians dawn heralded prosperity, during which the ocean gave birth to the fish, which gave birth to the ships. The sign of the captain, the noble ram, came into the world, and the ancient tale of its treasure of fleece mirrored the sentiment of this new age, an age of treasure-seeking, an age of romance and endless adventure.It has been called many names, a lot of them feminine, some of them fearless, and when he came into his new skin, he had expected something as headstrong as the figurehead hed been granted. So when he was christened with joy, by sailors with heavy pasts and light hearts, he knew then where his own heart lay; it thumped to new life within his breast with a few rusty creaks, dislodging the barnacles growing within its chambers. Seven dreams, three of which had been pricked by the Gods needle, all of which had been touched by the Gods meddlesome fingertips. Their voyage had begun long ago, remnants of legends and promises and whispers from the past, and it proceeds through their lives just as they proceed through it. A lot to live up to indeed, but the fairy knows in its deep blue soul that they need only sail and live, mixing their laughter with tears, because whether or not their dreams come to pass is, in reality, only half of the journey.A life lived for adventure, and the fairy dances along their seaward path, singing tales of love and loss, absurdity and regret, but most of all, adventure and triumph. He smiles when he thinks that his own place in this tale, told ages later, will be that of a nakama, instead of just a block of wood. And while his time with them rises and falls as quickly as the sun, or so it seems in his spectre, he plods forward with the fierceness of the mighty ram, and when he finally meets rest on a friendly shore, he can only dance and sing in the face of his nakamas tears. Cry not, my prince, for I was born from the blackest depths of a murky sea into your two reaching arms.Cry not, my princess, for I have borne your fruit, I have tasted your charms.Cry not, my prince, for I understand the pain you sweat as if it were my own.Cry not, my prince, for I have sailed a sea that should rightly have been flown.Cry not, my prince, for I have seen through your two eyes the utopias that you seek.Cry not, my prince, for it is due to your care I have never been weak.Cry not, my princess, for I have written your own history in the wood of my skin.Cry not, my children, for I will forever call you my kin.The fairy dances off the stage, leaving trails of salt water and memory, which evaporate into a cloud the shape of a mallet.~~~~~~~~~~~

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srijeda, 21.10.2009.

One Plus One Minus One

Title: One Plus One Minus OneFandom: Soukyuu no FafnerPairing: Minashiro Soushi x Makabe Kazuki (for 10_passions)Theme: #13 - FarewellRating: PGSummary: "Kazuki is one, and Soushi is another, but more often than not in those days, they were the same."Feedback is loved. Pointing out of typos is appreciated.pimped @ 10_passions, soukyuu.~ One Plus One Minus One ~Kazuki is one, and Soushi is another, but more often than not in those days, they were the same. It was more than just two young boys experiencing that sacred childhood bond of friendship, and if they were normal children, it would have worried their parents. They were not however, and those who were their guardians merely turned a blind eye to a relationship that bordered on unification, on synthesis; or, at the very least, a strong affinity.Some thought that they could read each others thoughts, but this wasnt true. It was more in the eyes, the face; they could communicate sentences with just one look, entire paragraphs with a single smile, and books full of truths in a shared laugh. When Kazuki thought, he felt intrinsically that every thought which passed through belonged not just to him, but to Soushi as well. But again, it wasnt a telepathic connection; it was the shared sensation of existence they had come to accept. The presence of Soushi was always in the back of Kazukis mind, just as Kazuki was in Soushis. Perhaps, it would better explained in ontological terms: they were of two bodies and two minds, yet of one soul.This was all true up until the accident. The truth of the matter was, nobody quite knows what happened, not even Kazuki and Soushi themselves. The result, however, was evident, and for a long time, both boys walked around with the distinct feeling of having had their heart torn viciously in two.Its been years now, since the incident, and Kazuki has done well to push the occurrence back into the deepest folds of his unconscious, where he hopes it will stay. Soushi looks fine; the eye was replaced, the scar healed almost imperceptibly, and his face has long since returned to its soft, quiet beauty.Theyre friends, still, but their friendship has always remained at a level so casual that it makes them ache on the inside. Their unspoken method of communication has long been abandoned; ever since that day, Kazuki has never once looked Soushi in the eye. Hes afraid to, afraid of the memories that would surface, afraid of the daunting prospect of a demon that lives within his own mind, afraid to see the accusation and pain he thinks would be there, staring back at him, afraid most of all of the possibility that he might see nothing at all. When Kazuki must look at Soushi, he looks at his hair to the top right (Kazukis left) of Soushis temple, as far away from the faint scar that he can manage without being noticeable.But then one day, Soushi doesnt show up to homeroom and within minutes, the news reaches Kazukis ears through the (loud)mouth of Kenji: Soushi is leaving to go to Tokyo.Soushi is leaving.Soushi is leaving.Soushi is leaving.Kazuki is up and out of the school building before sensei can even draw a sufficient breath to yell after him.He runs. He runs faster than he had ever thought he could, and before he even realizes where his feet are taking him, hes at the harbor, and immediately notices from the corner of his eye the familiar image of Soushis hair, being tousled gently in the wind.Soushis boat is just now disembarking, and Kazuki swears, thinking that his timing couldnt be any worse (or better, he wonders?), and breaks into a run again toward the pier.Soushi! he yells, wondering if the power of his voice is enough to halt time for just another few moments.Soushi and Mizoguchi turn toward the combined sound of a yell and the stomping of two heavy feet running down the wooden pier. Too in shock to think of stopping the boat, they both watch in awe as Kazuki runs and runs, speed increasing to almost abnormality, and Soushi is about to scream for Kazuki to look out because hes nearing the end of the pier and hes not slowing down, except then Kazuki breaks into something like a battle cry, reaches the end, and leaps.He lands with both feet in the boat in front of Soushi and falls against him, pushing the both of them against the center mast. Kazuki, without thinking, wraps his arms tightly around Soushis body and buries his face in his hair.Dont leave, there are tears in his eyes, as well as his voice, and the sound of Kazuki in pain nearly breaks Soushis will. He squeezes back just as tightly, swallowing down the tears that threaten to overflow.I have to. Ill be back, Soushi gently eases Kazuki off of him as Mizoguchi finally thinks to stop the boats engine and turn back around. I promise.Promise? Kazuki asks, wiping the tears embarrassingly from his eyes. He makes quite the pitiful sight, swollen eyes, flushed face, still panting from his incredible run, and Soushi cant stop himself from taking him into his arms one last time.I promise, Kazuki, Soushi hates, but cant stop the emotion from seeping into his voice. Ill come back. I wont be gone long, either, okay?Kazuki squeezes desperately, the promise of a quick return not enough to quell the storm of despair boiling in his chest. He grasps tightly onto the back of Soushis shirt, the knuckles of his fists going white, as he clenches his teeth and fights down the anguish working its way up his throat. Getting his breathing back under control, he finally pulls away slowly, hanging his head so as to hide the red and puffy state of his face.Ill see you then, the despair is gone from his voice, masked by an empty monotone attempting to control his emotions. Kazuki looks up then to say goodbye properly, and nearly chokes as his eyes meet Soushis.The years of lost time are passed between them in an instant with a single look amongst four individual eyes, or three depending on your perspective. Too many unshared thoughts and emotions come at them at once, and they both have to turn away in order to retain their facade of calm. Kazuki swallows and steps off the boat, staring in wonder as Soushi is carried away.Goodbye, Kazuki, Soushi smiles at him, and Kazuki feels years worth of happiness withheld in his own heart reflected back at him.Goodbye, Soushi, he croaks out, and although his voice isnt loud enough to reach Soushi over the buzz of the motor, Soushi hears the words well enough.~~~~~~~~~~~FIN~~~~~~~~~~~. . . I always feel awkward trying out a fandom for the first time. >.< So, what's the verdict folks? :D

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ponedjeljak, 19.10.2009.

OKAY THEN.

GURREN-LAGANN PORN: SUCCESS.Short and pointless Rossiu/Simon PWP. Not gonna bother with editing. /tiredFor afire, since it was her pornart that originally compelled me to watch this series in the first place.You like this, Simon? You like my hand sliding up and down your cock?A hot, velvety tongue licked along his ear and Simons eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. Pleasure invaded his senses at every corner, a blissful heat pushing and pulling at his body just as Rossiu pulled at his cock.Rossius mouth was as unrelenting as his hands, lips tugging and teeth nipping softly at his earlobes that were far more sensitive than he ever could have imagined. Simon? Rossius voice was low and rough with arousal, and Simon knew he wouldnt be getting out of this with only a handjob. While his brain told him this was a bad thing - they were in his office, after all, and anyone could walk in on them at any moment - his body had to disagree, already-hard cock growing even harder in Rossius soft, skillful hand.Answer me Simon. Rossius hand tightened around his tip and slipped one dexterous finger into the foreskin. Simon moaned as his hypersensitive skin was pulled on gently.Ah R-Rossiu . . . Does it feel good, Simon?Yes. Oh god, yes, he whined as a fingertip rubbed back and forth over his slit, spreading precome along the swollen cockhead. Rossiu, please . . .Please what, Simon? Rossius voice was always so steady and sure, and it might have infuriated Simon if he was in a more articulate state of mind. Rossiu nipped along Simons jaw until he reached his mouth, then teased his lips with little licks. Do you want me to fuck you?Simon whimpered incoherently, clutching desperately at Rossius strong shoulders. Rossius hand fisted tightly around his length as he whispered against Simons trembling lips. Do you want me inside you, Simon?A frustrated yell escaped Simons lips as the hand around his cock did nothing but squeeze mercilessly, unmoving. Fuck, Rossiu, please!He heard the clank of objects falling onto the floor before he was carefully laid on top of his now-clear desk. He opened his eyes and saw Rossiu hovering over him, dark, mesmerizing eyes burning marks of possession onto his naked, vulnerable body. Simon watched as Rossiu removed his clothing as fast as he could, hands fumbling over a clasp here and there. Rossiu was in one of his particularly intense moods this evening it seemed, and Simon wanted nothing more than to add sparks to that fire. He kept Rossius heated gaze as he spread his legs open for him, demonstrating his flexibility and tucking his arms beneath his knees.Oh Simon, Rossiu moaned in appreciation. Finally unclothed, he leaned over Simon on the desk, placing his weight on one hand as the other ran along the underside of Simons thigh. Simon shivered at the feather-light touch, ready to start begging if Rossiu didnt pick up the pace soon. Luckily, Rossius own arousal didnt allow for the sort of tortuous teasing he sometimes afflicted on Simon when he was in his crueler moods, and his free hand found its way to its destination within moments.Simon writhed and made all manner of small, helpless noises as Rossiu stretched him open with those long, perfect fingers. Their combined impatience didnt allow for much preparation though, and it was only a couple short minutes before Rossiu was pushing into him, erection seemingly enormous in Simons tight passage. Rossiu entered him slowly and carefully, registering each sign of pain as it passed over Simons contorted features, and waited until the impossibly tight body around him relaxed before pulling out and doing it all over again.But Simon was getting used to this by now, and it wasnt long before he was clenching his teeth in frustration from the sluggish pace. Rossiu . . . faster . . . harder . . .Rossiu, whose nails had been digging into the top of the desk with the effort of holding back, let out a large breath, repositioned them both, and thrusted in with all his weight. Simon cried out breathlessly, and it was his turn to claw at the desk above his head as Rossiu fucked him against it, hard and fast, just like hed asked for. His back arched off the desk as pleasure spiraled throughout his limbs, and he felt like his entire body was about to become unglued as Rossiu wrapped both hands around his sides, pulling his torso up and against him, sinking him onto his cock at the most perfect angle possible.Simon brought his hands up to cling to Rossius shoulders as he felt his orgasm rapidly approach. Fingers dug into Rossius back as Simons body arched in one final graceful arch, voice breaking on his cry of ecstasy as he came in a warm, sticky mess, coating his stomach as well as Rossius hand, which had wrapped around him and pumped him at the last minute.Convulsions made his body tighten and shudder for a series of long, blissful moments before he collapsed in exhaustion onto the desk. Rossiu continued fucking him for another minute or so and then Simon felt him stiffen above him as he let out a few sexy growls, and the flood of warm come deep inside his ass made Simon wrinkle his nose at the weird feeling, but moan at the hotness of it nonetheless.Rossiu collapsed somehow gracefully on top of him, not even bothering to pull out, and they could feel their ejaculate smear and leak all around them, but both were too momentarily sated to do anything about it. They were lying like that, naked and thoroughly debauched, when Nia walked in unannounced. Two faces wearing identical horrified expressions turned toward the sound of the door opening and stared in bewilderment at the unexpected arrival of the very last person Simon wanted to see him like this. Nias face remained merely curious in her innocence, however.Simon and Rossius gazes turned back to look on each other. Youre explaining it, Simon said, and for once, his tone did not allow for argument, even from Rossiu.-----

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OKAY THEN.

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OKAY THEN.

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subota, 17.10.2009.

Wonderland's End [1/??]

I've decided I'm going to post this in parts as it comes along. I honestly haven't the slightest clue how long it's going to be; I *do* at least have a (...very vague) idea of where I'm going with it. Sorta. Um, we'll see. Right. After I finish I'm gonna go back and edit it all, so consider this something of a rough draft.Title: Wonderland's EndChapter: 1/??Fandom: xxxHOLiCPairing: Doumeki Shizuka/Watanuki KimihiroRating: PGSummary: It didn't matter where he was; saving Watanuki was simply what he did. Dedicated to Dibutt, who asked for it, with all the love in my bosom. ♥Feedback is loved, but please ignore the typos. Rough draft, remember.- Wonderland's End -You dont smile much, do you Shizuka?Doumeki looked up from his book into the kind eyes of his grandfather and frowned a little deeper. Yes I do.Oh? Lets see one, then.Doumeki fidgeted uncomfortably. Not right now.At that, his grandfather laughed, loud and warm, and Doumeki scowled as he was patted on the head.I suppose you get this seriousness from your father, Doumeki Harukas eyes were faintly sad as he gazed upon his grandson. Doumeki scowled at that, too. Sure, he loved his father, but he didnt really like it when they were compared. Tou-san was always so strict, so mean . . . unlike oji-san, who let him read whatever books he wanted, talked to him about spirits and other cool things, and never yelled when he caught Doumeki skiving off his chores. Unfortunately, the only thing Doumeki seemed to have inherited from his grandfather were his looks.And the temple as well, supposedly, but Doumeki didnt want that. That would mean oji-san had become a spirit himself.As he often did, his grandfather picked up on his thoughts. Dont worry so much, Shizuka. You're much more like me than you think. Someday, youll be able to see the spirits.But why cant tou-san see them? The one time Doumeki had tried to ask his father about it, his father had slapped him and told him to pray he never sees them either. Doumeki would never pray for such a thing, though.Because he sees with only two eyes.Doumekis eyes widened. What do you mean? Do you have more than two?His grandfather chuckled warmly. There is seeing, Shizuka, and there is seeing. The third eye isnt something you can see on a person like these two here. He pointed to his eyes and made a bit of a silly face, but Doumeki didnt smile a notch. The man shrugged with a sigh and continued. Everyone has the third eye, but few possess the ability to open it.How do you open it? I want to see the spirits too!Im not the one who can tell you how to do that, Shizuka, his grandfather said kindly, and patted his head. And you should know, that seeing with the third eye can often be a curse, as well as a blessing. Remember that.Doumeki was always serious when it came to spirits. I will, oji-san. But who will show me how to open my third eye?Doumeki Harukas eyes glazed over slightly as he looked off into the distance. Doumeki got a chill so fierce he shook with it. He hated when oji-san got that look on his face. It was like he wasnt even there.Someday, there will be someone who can See. It will be in your blood to protect this person, and once you find them, you will never want to leave their side.Will this person show me how to see with the third eye? Doumeki asked tentatively, afraid of disturbing his grandfathers odd state of mind. After a full minute, there was no answer, so Doumeki pressed on. Is that why Ill protect them? He was familiar with the idea of balance; to be given something, you must give in return. So theyll show me?His grandfather turned to him, and some of the haze seemed to gone from his eyes as he gave his grandson a wide smile.You will protect him because he will be the one who matters the most.---Doumeki held his left hand over his left eye and Saw.Snow whipped around like lightning, a twisting, twirling snake of freezing cold. Through the torrents of white he could make out trees; great, terrifying trees of dark cherry wood spouting massive gnarled branches, making them both breathtaking and horrible.Fear lurched into his gut, toppling him to his knees. Doumeki recognized the particular feeling of fear and it made him want to scream with how unbearably awful it was. Hed felt it one or two times before, this fear, which is why he recognized it - it wasnt his own. There - he could see what it was that caused the fear. In the distance. It was blurry, and the snow storm made it even harder to make out. Snowflakes blew into his eyes, blocking his vision, and when he tried to wipe it away, he realized they werent there; instead, goodness knows how far away, they caught and froze onto Watanukis glasses.What do you see? A voice asked him, and Doumeki cursed under his breath.Snow.What else?Just . . . just snow. Like a blizzard. And there are trees, huge ones.Can you see the sky?No.Is it night or day?It took Doumeki a moment to figure it out. I think its night. Yes. Its dark out.Anything else?Theres something . . . I cant tell what it is. It might be a person.Male or female?I dont know.Does it look human?I dont know.Can you tell me anything about them?No, dammit! Doumeki could feel Watanuki shake with fear, and then it was over.Yuuko was kneeling before him, his left wrist in her hand, pulled away from his face. A few moments of shifting lights, spots in front of his eyes, and then he could see normally.Hes terrified, he said gravely and stood up. He wavered a bit on his feet until hed reoriented himself. He realized that too much of Watanukis emotions had seeped into him; for a moment, hed actually snapped at Yuuko.I apolo-Dont apologize, Yuuko interrupted him. She was now pacing back and forth across her porch. The door was wide open - it was summertime, here - and Maru and Moro huddled behind either side of the opened door, faces frail and frightened.Doumeki leaned against the house, crossed his arms, and breathed deeply. Even though Watanukis emotions had melted away, a fear still knotted at his stomach. At least this one was his own.Do you know where he is? he asked her.Yuuko didnt pause in her strides, although it took her a moment to answer. Yes.Doumeki blinked. He knew there must be something holding her back from leaving right now dammit, hes afraid and he needs to be saved, doesnt she realize, but her vagueness in this instance was making his skin itch with impatience. Or maybe that was still a residue of Watanuki.Where? he asked simply.Yuuko stopped, inhaled deeply, then flopped down onto her rear as she exhaled loudly. Someplace I cant go.Some sort of spiritual plane?No, Yuuko gave another heavy sigh. If it was, I could go. Hes in another world.Doumekis eyes narrowed. In another dimension, you mean?You could call it that.Why cant you-The answer to that question will cost you quite a bit, I have to warn you.Doumeki cursed inwardly, but tactfully showed no emotion on his face. I see. And how much will it cost me for you to send me to this world?Yuuko regarded him for a minute, eyes shrewd and lips turned downward in an uncharacteristic frown. You want to save him?Yes. Of course. Why was she even asking? She knew as well as him that when it came to Watanuki, it wasnt so much a matter of wanting, as something that burned inexplicably in his blood. Inexplicable, mainly because Watanuki was quite possibly the most irritating person Doumeki had ever met.So once again, Doumeki desires the part of the dashing young prince? Yuuko mused with a knowing smirk.Doumeki said nothing, not even deigning to blink.Yuuko rose to her feet as her expression turned serious once again. Very well. I will send you. She retreated into her house, and Doumeki followed at a distance.The price?We can discuss the price after youve returned.That made Doumeki falter somewhat in his resolution. Not only was it odd for her to be elusive when it came to payment, it almost sounded like she was implying that he would return alone.Still, the burning in his blood, like a fire in his veins both soothing and invigorating, ran through him like lava. He wouldnt be perturbed.Tell me what to do.---He didnt know where he was, and he hadnt the faintest clue as to how he had gotten here. All he knew was that it was cold.Compared to that, everything else seemed momentarily inconsequential. The howl of wind in his ears that was a bit too loud to be just the wind. The dark forest of black trees illuminated by the white of the snow that seemed to be closing in around him. The fact that his right shoulder smarted with caustic pain. The way the snow clung to his glasses, melting on contact and then freezing the very same instant, creating a thin shield of ice. All he felt was the cold, so sharp and intense it felt like being burned.And then he saw the figure, and cold gave way to terror so deep it made him shake. He couldnt see through his glasses, so he tried to take them off, but all he could do was freeze with his hand halfway towards his face. He looked over the top rim, and the blur was even worse. Then it occurred to him to close his left eye, since he could see better with his right - Doumeki's right eye, he thought for one sardonic moment. He closed his left eye, saw with his right, and screamed.He didnt think; he rose to his feet, and even though his body felt frozen stiff, he turned and ran. He ran through the forest with great leaping steps, narrowly avoiding trees and branches and shrubs, tripping over roots but never quite falling, running with a speed that was almost inhuman. At some point, he realized hed lost his glasses, but immediately decided it didnt matter.He ran and ran, and then, suddenly, there was a cabin, or more like a shack, right smack in the middle of the forest, dark and desolate and, all things considered, highly suspicious. He didnt think twice; he dashed forward, threw the door open, and slammed it shut behind him in the time it took for his racing heart to beat once.Hed only managed to bar the door shut with a handy iron bar when the force with which the pursuer slammed against it shook the very foundation of the shack. Watanuki cried out in fear, turned around, and saw through fearful and blurry eyes what awaited him inside. And he wondered if he hadnt stood a better chance outside. Although this one, at least, was somewhat smaller.He wasnt sure whether to feel reassured or more afraid when the thing gave him a wide grin, revealing a set of the sharpest teeth Watanuki had ever seen.When he was trying to decide which to feel, however, he began to feel something very different. His own special brand of spiritual nausea overtook him as the pounding against the shacks door continued relentlessly, making his surroundings tremble. He fell to his knees and covered his mouth with his hand, but it was no use; he was sick onto the floor, and he knew he was doomed.The thing, whatever it was, moved past him and let out a wordless, animalistic cry loud enough to resonate deep within Watanukis ears. His eardrums vibrated, and it was the last straw for his body; Watanuki fell forward and blacked out against the cold hardwood floor.---to be continued

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četvrtak, 15.10.2009.

Wonderland's End [3/??]

Two chapters in two days whut. I can't help myself, I've been brimming with ideas. This chapter and the next won't be terribly exciting, as I'm trying to set the story and the world. This is really the first time I've tried creating my own universe - which probably shows, but bear with me. I'm learning as I go. XD;Title: Wonderland's EndChapter: 3/??Fandom: xxxHOLiCPairing: Doumeki Shizuka/Watanuki KimihiroRating: PGSummary: It didn't matter where he was; saving Watanuki was simply what he did. -1- * -2-As always, feedback is loved, and typos and the like are to be willfully ignored. This is a rough draft; it will be edited once it's finished. Also, I just wanted to point out my use of the word "kami" in this fic. While I generally shy away from using Japanese words (with obvious exceptions), I didn't feel that "god" really conveyed the same idea as the Japanese "kami," and decided to stick with that. It's likely I'll be doing that with other of the spirits and creatures in the future as well. (And I'm admittedly having a bit too much fun perusing this website for ideas. I mean, look at some of this stuff. It's brilliant!) *shuts up*- 3 -Hed really done it this time. If only he could remember what it was he actually did that had landed him here.If he hadnt already been told he was in another world, stepping out the door of the shack wouldve made it apparent. The night before, the ground had been steeped in snow, the air cold and windy; now, there wasnt a single lasting sign as to the wintery weather that had swept the land just some hours ago. It was warm, the ground was dry, and the huge, scary-looking trees seemed fairly innocuous now that they had little pink star-shaped flowers blooming at the ends of their branches.Aaah, the Old One sniffed the air with a pleasant face. Love the warm spring. Although warm spring generally means brutal summer.Its spring? he felt stupid as the question left his mouth; the woods around them were radiating with signs of the season. Then what was with the snow last night? Do you get snowstorms like that in the spring? Come to think of it, what season was it when hed left? He couldnt remember for the life of him.Since the Garden lies at the very center of this world, the seasons change from day to day.Watanuki blinked. Huh? Garden Center?The Old One chuckled. He had a warm, raspy laugh that kinda sounded like he was clearing his throat. Watanuki felt strangely comfortable in his presence; he was certainly one of the weirdest looking creatures hed ever seen, with his grayish skin, his webbed feet and clawed fingers, bony arms and legs, and the smallest pair of bat-esque wings on his back. Still, Watanuki didnt sense anything bad from him, and he knew that by helping him out, the creature was doing him a great kindness.This world has four lands, each with their own constant season. To the north is the White lands, the eternal winter. Not much up there, really, as most of its barely livable. To the east, he pointed towards the sun, indicating the direction, is the Green lands, eternal spring. This is the most populated and prosperous of the regions, with great, bustling cities and miles of lush green forests and soil. South are the Lands of Gold, also called the Hotlands. Summer, as you can probably tell. Mostly desert. Do you have deserts where you come from?Sure, Watanuki responded dazedly, trying to take it all in. Not anywhere near where I lived, but in other parts of the world.As long as you know what Im talking about, the Old One walked along happily with Watanuki trailing one step behind to his left. Sfunny, trying to explain to someone whos never seen it what a desert, or even what a mountain is! But anyways. The Hotlands are mostly deserts, although far beneath the sands supposedly lie treasures of old, and the oases are supposed to be nice places, great for healings.Watanuki furrowed his brows. Healings?And last, the Old One stopped abruptly, and Watanuki almost bumped into him as he turned around. He looked warily into the distance theyd been walking away from. The Gray Lands. Eternal Autumn.Watanuki picked up on his anxious composure easily. Is something wrong with the Gray Lands?The Old One narrowed his small, beady eyes at Watanuki. He looked him up and down, as if sizing him up, debating with himself whether to tell him the truth. Watanuki swallowed nervously, a sudden ominousness gripping his stomach. The western lands . . . well, let me tell you a little about myself, Watanuki-kun. They had exchanged names earlier, although apparently the Old One was simply the Old One. An Old Ones duty is to watch the forest where he, or she, lives. One of the most important tasks of this lifelong duty is to see travelers safely through its woods. Ive seen travelers come and go from all the lands, and Ive even had a couple travelers such as yourself, who come from different worlds altogether. Because my wood lies at the center, I usually encounter passengers traveling between north and south, or east and west.He looked into the distance past Watanukis head, distastefully eyeing the western sky. Ive seen northerners tread south and return, and southerners make return trips north. Ive seen westerners travel to the east, and return with wagons full of goods. He looked back at Watanuki, eyes sharp. Ive never seen anyone return from the western lands. Even ones whod promised me wed meet again. No one returns.Watanuki processed this, and shivers ran up his body despite the warm weather. Why?The Old One began walking again, this time turning northeast down a rock-lined path. Its said to be the place where magic was born, far in the depths of its mountains and caves on the edge of the world. Now, Im not saying magic is a bad thing. I can do a bit myself. But the magic of the Gray Lands is said to be great enough to make mountains vanish with a single spell. The power of the Witch, the great sorceress of the world, elevates her to a kamis status in the peoples eyes.Watanuki thought about this, and suspected what the Old One was getting at. Youre saying that power corrupts?The Old One gave him an approving look. Youre a clever one, aint ya?Do you think this witch is . . . evil? Despite all hed seen, Watanuki hated saying the word.Maybe. Maybe not. I knew her when she was young, the Witch. A young woman, about your age, wandering the world to learn new spells and gain knowledge. Ambitious, but genuine, and sincere. I knew what she was the first second I saw her, but I didnt suspect for one moment shed be one to err from her path.Her path? This was starting to go over Watanukis head. As the Witch, the Old One stopped at the edge of field overflowing with hundreds of butterflies of all colors and sizes. He smiled sadly, watching them flutter about, and gave a nostalgic sigh as Watanuki caught up next to him. The Dimension Witch.---Yuuko sat cross-legged on the carpet, puffing lazily on a pipe as she put together a puzzle. She was willfully ignoring the six eyes watching her from the doorway.Yuuko, Mokona was, of course, the first to speak up.What is it, Mokona? Yuuko asked neutrally, connecting a piece to two others, half-forming an artists rendition of the rabbit in the moon. Is Watanuki going to be okay? The concern was evident, and Maru and Moro took that moment to voice their own worry collectively.Will Watanuki-kun be okay?Will Watanuki-kun be okay?Who knows? Yuuko knew perfectly well her neutrality frustrated people in these situations, but also knew from experience that it was best not to show any sympathy. Doumeki-kun is strong and reliable. The only real concern is whether or not Watanuki can protect himself until Doumeki-kun arrives.Why wont you help him, Yuuko? You know the cost-Yuuko held up a hand to stop Mokona from speaking any further. I didnt lie when I said I could not go there. There is a reason I cannot venture into that world.They all knew better than to ask what that was.And its closely connected to the reason Watanuki was taken. And besides, this is Doumekis task.So he was taken! Watanuki was taken away! Watanuki was kidnapped!Yuuko slid the last piece of her puzzle into place with a satisfied smile. Now, whos up for moon-watching with sake? she asked excitedly, but was met with sour faces.Oh, now, dont be like that, she rose to her feet, stretching her arms. Who do you think is more capable of saving Watanuki, me or Doumeki-kun?The three pondered, and Mokona answered after a moment with a cheerful cry. Doumeki-kun, of course!Very good, Mokona! The two shared a high five. And why is that?Because hes strong, and can chase away spirits!And?Mokona bounced, thinking. And theyre connected!Exactly! Another high five. The bond that Watanuki shares with Doumeki-kun is much stronger than mine. Its much stronger than most human bonds, in fact, she said with a knowing smirk.---Doumeki realized a second too late that he was about to become reacquainted with gravity. He fell out of god-knows-where onto the ground. He was, all things considered, lucky in that the fall was short and the ground was made of sand. The latter was also somewhat unfortunate though, as an ill-timed gasp when he landed face first sent a swirl of sand into his mouth and lungs.He raised himself to his knees as he coughed and hacked for a good five minutes, trying to spit as much sand out as he could. It was a minute into his coughing fit that he noticed other people were near, and a minute later that he noticed he was drawing a crowd. Finally catching his breath and wiping his face, he looked around with anxiety masked by an outward calm. Now that he got a good look, the crowd that had gathered to look upon him in curiosity didnt really consist of people.At least, by the whispers that began popping up, he knew the things, which somewhat resembled lizards in a way, spoke his language.Did you see that? Oh my god, its a human! He just came out of nowhere! What was that big hole he came out of? I havent seen a human in forty years! Whats that hes carrying, does he have wings? I thought humans were extinct! Make way! a loud voice boomed from beyond the crowd, and the creatures cleared a path without question. Doumeki stood up, tightening his hand on the bag that held his bow as a small procession came towards him; four of the creatures carried a curtained litter held aloft by two poles of what looked like gold. They set it down some feet in front of Doumeki, and pushed the curtain back. The crowd fell silent as the litters passenger, a small, old-looking lizard-man, got out and stood up. Standing, it was about half the size of Doumeki.Human boy, it walked up to him, but was courteous not to invade his space. From where have you come into our lands?Doumeki cleared his throat, scratchy and sore from the sand. I was sent to this world to find someone.A few scandalous mutters rose from the crowd, but were quickly quieted down. The speaker, who Doumeki suspected was some sort of priest among these people, addressed him further.Only the Dimension Witch could have sent you through the worlds. Was it she who gave you travel?Doumeki narrowed his eyes, wondering if he should answer truthfully. He decided that he would only lie when it was absolutely needed. Yes.More shocked voices, these ones more audible. A friend of the Witch? What is it he wants from us? Keep that wretched woman away from us!Silence! the would-be priest bellowed, and the crowd immediately went quiet. He turned to Doumeki once again. What is it youre looking for, boy?A person. A . . .another human. A boy, my age.The lizard-man pursed his thin, gray lips and squinted at the ground. There are no humans in this world, boy. Theyve been extinct for thirty odd years. The only human youll find is the Witch herself.Doumeki hesitated. Yuuko was here? But she couldnt be. Which meant there was another witch. He was taken here. I dont know how. He was taken from our world, and I need to bring him back.A few gasps rose around him. I see. Indeed, anything that travels must return to its original place. Did the witch send him here as well?No. I . . . we dont know how he got here. Only that hes here, and hes in danger.Oh no! Poor thing! Who would hurt a poor, defenseless human? Only the witch herself would do such a thing, far as I know.Doumeki then took a moment, for the first time, to really take in his surroundings, and connect them to the place he had seen in his vision of Watanuki. A hard, almost-crushing disappointment settled in his stomach; the two places were as alike as night and day.He was someplace cold. It was winter.Then he must be in the White lands. That is the only place where it snows. The would-be priests eyes grew somewhat sad. The White lands are a thousand-some miles away, boy, he said softly.The utter despair must have been evident in his eyes, and the lizard-priest continued gently. There is one other possibility, though. Do you know anything else about where he was taken?Doumekis breathing became heavy. A thousand miles? How could this happen? Watanuki was in danger now. He didnt have time for this! He closed his eyes and swallowed, attempting to calm himself.A forest.A forest? there was a faint glimmer of hope in the lizard-mans voice. There were trees. Big, red, ugly, huge branches.The Garden!What? Doumeki snapped open his eyes, and was startled by the enormous and somewhat-creepy smile on the lizard-mans face.You need not worry. He is in the Garden. He will not come to harm while hes there. The Garden is not as far as the White lands, although it is still a few days journey.But-The Old One will protect him from anything dangerous.Doumeki didnt know who or what an old one was, but he didnt really trust anyone else in any world when it came to Watanuki. Except maybe Yuuko.Although, the lizard-mans face darkened. He cant stay for long. If one remains too long in the Garden, they will never be able to leave, it is said.It was then, after all hed seen and heard in the past ten minutes, that Doumeki truly realized that he was in an entirely different world, with an entirely different set of rules than his own. Things will not always be as they appear, Yuuko had said.The brutal realization, along with the fact that Watanuki was still hundreds of miles away, was confounding enough to knock him off his feet.---to be continued

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subota, 10.10.2009.

another namedropping post rock on

I keep forgetting to say the following:Thank you to whitereflection, seisei_ftw, ukefied, finnigan_geist, and onthefloor for the Valentine's VGs.Thanks to the_asalina for the Valentine! It's so fucking cute omg. >3< ♥ ♥ ♥ It's sitting on my desk right now.I . . . may or may not have had someone else to thank. *thinks* Did anyone else send me mail recently? >.>In other news, I've never been so excited about going to work before. In fact, I don't think I've ever been excited about going to work, period. But I'm looking forward to work tomorrow. I'M SO WEIRD.

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another namedropping post rock on

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četvrtak, 08.10.2009.

The Hand in Mine

This is for my calendar challenge, that no one has participated in. :( Just a short ficlet based on the January/February picture.Title: The Hand in MinePairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida UryuuRating: PGSummary: He walks him home every day; (AU)The temperature was dropping as the snow gradually thickened. Ichigo noticed his hot breath make visible steam as it left his lungs, like little puffs of smoke. The snow had begun sticking to the ground, and Ichigos toes, covered only in his tabi socks, had gone numb during their walk. Fortunately, it wasnt too much farther till they reached Ishidas home; maybe, if he was lucky, he would be invited in for tea before having to go back to the dojo. Maybe, if he was really lucky, the snow would build up so much in that short time, hed have no choice but to spend the night.A couple local farmers passed them by on the road, throwing them derisive looks. Ichigo ignored the fire that stirred in his blood and kept his eyes focused in front of him, tempered by the droning voice of the man walking next to him. As usual, Uryuu did not notice the derisive looks; he was too busy going on about something intellectual, something hed undoubtedly learned about in university that day. Ichigo pretended to listen, but generally couldnt understand a whit of it; he wasnt a scholar, after all. Uryuus place was in the university; his was in the dojo. That was simply the way life ran. Ichigo was content enough to hear his voice.Yet even though they lived in different worlds, Ichigo still made the time each and every day to walk with Uryuu to and from university. In their busy lives, it was the only time they were able to spend together anymore. It had all been so easy, once. Their fathers had been longtime friends, and the two of them met as children, innocent and lonely. At thirteen, Ichigo thought Uryuu was prettier than any of the girls; he kissed him on the lips for the first time hiding from their fathers in a broom closet, and Ichigo knew then that there was something inside himself that made him different from everyone else.But tides change, and nothing good lasts forever, or so that was what everyone told them. Ten years later and theyd both been hurt by the realities of life, but Ichigo had sacrificed much to be where he was right now; by Uryuus side, holding his cold, bony hand that was hidden beneath the extra length of his warm winter robe. Even if it wasnt visible, however, it was still somewhat obvious; hence, the glares from various locals. Every time one of them looked as if they were about to say something, however, Ichigo gave them his hardest, deadliest scowl until they looked away. So far, it had worked every time.Reforms are clearly needed, dont you agree? Uryuus voice cut into his thoughts as they approached his home.Ichigo gave a sound and accompanying nod of agreement. They paused at the gate, and Ichigo shivered for good measure.Uryuu let go his hand to hold it to Ichigos forehead, eyes squinting at him through his square-rimmed glasses. Why dont you come in and warm up? Ill make us some tea.Ichigo smiled in thanks, but hesitated. Is your father . . .?Hes still in Edo, of course. Probably wont return until spring.Ichigo followed him inside, grateful.Would you like to stay the night? Uryuu asked him some time later, voice as soft as the thick snowflakes that were falling steadily outside. Ichigo, warm and content, was dozing with his head rested in Uryuus lap. The hand running through his hair was absolute bliss.Are you sure thats okay? Ichigo looked up at him, serious. He and Uryuu had both learned long ago that what they had was never going to be acceptable in anyone elses eyes, even if it was perfect in their own. They had also learned that even in ones own home, walls could grow eyes and ears of their own.Id like you to. If you want to, of course.Ichigo raised his hand and brushed the back of his fingers across Uryuus lips.I always want to be with you.-------FIN

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utorak, 06.10.2009.

Stuff Post #2: Bleach Porn A

I decided to scan in a few things from a delightfully porny Bleach anthology, Shinigami Tengoku. onthefloor is responsible for getting this for me, so you should all thank her. ;o2 IchiIshi, 1 short ByaRen, and 1 . . . uh, I guess it's Urahara/Renji. You'll see. XDD

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nedjelja, 04.10.2009.

LAYING THE SMACK

ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP, THOSE OF YOU HAVING TO DO WITH dork_love_scans. IT'S ABOUT TIME I GOT MY HEAD OUT OF MY ASS AND GOT THINGS STRAIGHT.I'M NOT TRYING TO BE MEAN, BUT I'M A KANTOKU, AND I NEED TO DO WHAT A KANTOKU DOES.PEOPLE WHO OWE ME SHIT:tiny_sparks ARE YOU ALMOST DONE WITH TEMPEST, Y/N.seisei_ftw HAVE YOU STARTED FAMILY WARS, Y/N.others:merry_tasogare LASCIA CHIO PIANGA TRANSLATION. (actually, you're the least late of all these by far, so don't feel too rushed)tenma_kun DRAGON COMPLEX EDITING. YOU'RE NOT ANSWERING MY EMAILS, SO I'M GOING TO REASSIGN.OKAY. MOVING ON.minkyleigh: are you perhaps interested in translating one of these? You can pick whichever one you want. I can give you bigger scans if those are too small. kikucutie: are you interested in doing any more translating? You could have one of those, or I could scan in something new. There's a wonderful, 10-page Kazino I've been meaning to scan in. In fact, I'll scan it in today, before I get lazy again.AS FOR EDITORS.firemasterskye, gwy, kawachu, and if she so happens to read this, bucket_shot: Do you want another project to edit/clean? I have three translated projects to assign. One is 5 pages, one is 18 pages, and one is 25 pages. And if you do want to, would you rather do editing, cleaning, or both.And lastly, was there anybody else who wanted to help out? I don't have any more chinese scans I'm sad to say, but Japanese translators, editors, and cleaners are welcome.TALK TO ME, PEOPLE. I don't want my precious community to die. ;__; There's so much Dork Love left to be shared!

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petak, 02.10.2009.

I fail so fucking hard at doing homework

I fail so fucking hard at doing homework.but my point is to let you all know that I have officially chosen an AU premise. It is not pirates (sorry!), but YAKUZA. (aka mafia/gang/whatever.) It will be angsty and hot. You have meretricula to thank for the idea. and yes, the splendiferous seisei_ftw will be doing accompanying art. Just think about it: bleach men in suits. Mmmmmm. :9also, on a last note, I will not be remembered in the Bleach fandom for my fics, but rather my nice rack. Okay, fess up. WHO WAS IT? XDDDD

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