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[May. 26th, 2008|10:03 pm] |
because i still have two pieces of fic to write for that alphabet fic meme which i'd planned to complete by, oh, the end of last year. -_-;; when i eventually get around to writing those two, they may be the last pieces of fic i shall ever write! /o/ \o\ /o/ barring fic gifts and obligations and things like yuletide.
stolen from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) feliciter:
1. Pick character(s), pairing(s), and/or a fandom.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on shuffle.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked, inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song. No skipping songs: you have to take what comes by chance (exceptions made for instrumentals, unless the title takes your fancy.)
4. Do 5 of these, then post.
also with selected mp3 uploads! get the songs, they're better than the fic.
( maloki, That Pairing, 10x more recycled than before )
the extent to which this swiftly degenerated into cliché is embarrassing. when pressed for time, recycle sentiments! i shall probably scrap that entire last bit, for instance. also i feel like i am pretty much ripping off that one xsmoonshine fic which ate my fannish loki/utgard-loki soul and never gave it back, for which i apologise.
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( mushishi, with 500% more exposition )
this meme is so embarrassing, somehow! posting unpolished work always is.
*yeah, this is totally a reference to political theory in general and that one isaiah berlin piece in particular. sorry. |
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| madness, sheer madness |
[Oct. 18th, 2007|11:25 pm] |
signed up for yuletide after all, dundundunDUN. have no idea how i'm going to write it, seeing how i don't technically have a place to stay for the whole of december, but oh well. perhaps i'll regret it in the morning.
also, it was Tillbaka till samtiden day yesterday, so i'm taking requests for band AU scratchfic, if anyone would like one. |
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| [fic] Elegy, Weiss Kreuz Glühen |
[Oct. 8th, 2007|10:38 pm] |
when avoiding homework, write fic! ahahaha, it's been a while.
this ignores the aya-omi flashback in weiss side b, oops. and... probably all of side b, actually. is this the first time i am wilfully ignoring canon in a non-AU!? ahaha sigh, i am so sad.
this also cannibalises older bits of fic, because i am lazy. and it is not mamoru as i personally think of him; just mamoru as he might be, possibly. ( as with many other characters, my personal fanon for omi is seldom reflected in the fic i write. perhaps it is a strange way to work, but oh well. )
oh -- and even if you don't read this ( which i expect will be the case ) do read the brodsky poem at the end. it's probably my favourite of his works.
Title: Elegy
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Glühen
( Rex knows that somewhere in the bottom drawer of Persia's desk, buried under neatly-kept files and stacks of official correspondence, there is a photograph of four young men and time-strained sunshine. )
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( Elegy (About a year has passed) - Joseph Brodsky ) |
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| in the place of content, a meme. |
[Aug. 20th, 2007|05:18 pm] |
1. Comment to this post with the name of a character that I have written in fic.
2. I will comment telling you the following:
a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/chapter/paragraph/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character.
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.
if you give me an additional prompt (pairing, dynamic, random word, AU scenario, whatever), i'll also write a fic scrap. >_. |
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mushishi ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) 30_friends list, for ref |
[Aug. 2nd, 2007|11:59 pm] |
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| [fic] july in the underworld, Jigoku Shoujo |
[Jul. 29th, 2007|11:03 pm] |
because july is ending soon. post-series (futakomori) fic in which ren is embarrassingly angsty, even for a person with hair over one eye. i have my own theories about the post-series nature of the sanwara, as i'm sure most fans do, but i will spare you the exposition, especially since i don't think anyone on the flist has watched futakomori.
see if you can spot the bit where i completely lost interest in trying to tie this thing together! i say to my hypothetical reader.
Title: july in the underworld
Fandom: Jigoku Shoujo
( She has been Sone Anna for several months now, and the name fits as well as skin over her bones: comfortably, if not quite naturally. ) |
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| [fic] xanadu, upon waking / Saiyuki |
[Jun. 5th, 2007|12:10 am] |
i finished the first saiyuki manga series in early-ish 2003 or so, and never really got into reload, let alone gunlock. do i remember much of saiyuki canon? um, no. ._. this is probably completely inaccurate canon-wise, or would be if it actually had any sort of point. but ticking things off lists, and so on.
also, inappropriate title-refs, sigh.
Title: xanadu, upon waking
Fandom: Saiyuki
( Not that it is easy to forget. ) |
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| [fic] [31_days] Mushishi |
[May. 31st, 2007|01:38 am] |
may 29 | blow out the candle, I will burn again tomorrow
i was writing fic for this, but failed to make the deadline. then again, seeing how the fic deviated considerably from the original prompt, perhaps it was just as well.
may 30 | there is a crack in everything (that's how the light gets in)
i had planned to write for this, but it didn't work out either.
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part of the last set, hurrah! two down, three to go. for 30_friends, theme #11 - A night in.
may 31 | I'd rather leave while I'm in love
An observation: mornings are harder to deal with when sleeping indoors. After a night in, the first thing he wakes to is not daylight or the smell of approaching rain, but the well-worn scent of tatami, or the warmth of still air. There are only reasons to linger.
Drowning in a river of light is no harder than being trapped in a routine. It is easy to get used to things; Ginko does not want to know if it is equally easy to tire of them.
Better to move on while one can, he thinks. It's not entirely about necessity. |
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| [fic] [31_days] Ouran High School Host Club |
[May. 28th, 2007|12:17 am] |
may 25 | force majeure
probably more weiss kreuz glühen angst. :\ or maloki asgard backstory loki-odin angst.
may 26 | blood and love without the rhetoric
the thing is, the pairings which i'm at all interested in tend to involve lots of rhetoric, or at least a lot of standing about trying to be cryptic, or just general wordiness. and very little actual love. uh. but anyway, the rhetoric is half the fun! and writing romantic love tends to bore me; give me "blood and rhetoric without the love" any day.* this would probably have had been a loki/heimdall or light/misa fic, except that i don't have much to say about either pairing. :\
*except for loki/spica or uto-loki/spica, because i am a total sap when it comes to those. -_-
may 27 | speaking of Cao Cao
this theme amuses me too much for me to do anything useful with it, and none of my fandoms has links with china or the chinese language, anyway.
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tamaki isn't really a casanova, and kasanoda isn't in this fic. for xsmoonshine: a very brief excerpt from an Ouran High School slasher-flick (slasher as in Halloween, Friday the 13th etc) fic.
may 28 | Casanova in Hell
"She... she was trying to stab me," Tamaki said to the curtains.
The shock seemed to have sapped his usual powers of over-reaction, thought Haruhi. Or perhaps hiding behind floor-length drapes with one's back pressed to the windows tended to limit histrionics. Either way, a subdued Tamaki was something to be grateful for, in the circumstances.
"I had tea with her just yesterday," Tamaki went on. "I said something subtly poetic about her hair. And she's trying to stab me!"
"She's trying to stab everyone," Haruhi pointed out. "So are some of the others in class 2-B. I'm sure it's nothing personal."
"With an ice-pick," Tamaki said, as if that was the ultimate affront. He sniffled.
"Yes. Tamaki-sempai, maybe we should try keeping quiet for a while, just in case she hears--"
A click. The door swung open with a suitably theatrical creak, and the sound of deranged laughter floated into the room. Haruhi wondered, in quick succession, how many students there were, whether the others were safe, and if jumping out of the window would be a good course of action. |
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| even though i am probably posting too much would-be fic as it is-- |
[May. 26th, 2007|01:49 am] |
meme: comment with two characters and i will write their first ____.
the original meme called for their first kiss, but feel free to suggest their first conversation/cup of tea/after-office drink/trip together/death-defying adventure/literature lesson/steeplechase/game of chess/whatever. or their first kiss, if you'd rather.
crossovers entirely welcome, specify universe if you'd like. |
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| [fic] [31_days] Landing, Last Exile |
[May. 24th, 2007|11:34 pm] |
may 24 | blue, like an orange
i have pretty much forgotten everything about last exile, except that mullin shetland was in it and he was voiced by miki shinichirou. i probably have gotten all the worldbuilding stuff hideously wrong. i am assuming that mullin came from one of those depressing grey city areas. also, this is fic in which nothing happens, except a lot of wordcount-padding.
that having been said:
Title: Landing
Fandom: Last Exile
( He spends his days outside, now that he can. ) |
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| [fic] [31_days] MaLoki, kind of. :x |
[May. 23rd, 2007|11:47 pm] |
may 21 | the chocolate revolution begins
cafe kichijouji de fic, or death note crackfic in which mello takes over the world. *shrug*
may 22 | onomatopoe(t)ic
if i had had the required brain power, this would have been a highly pretentious fic about names and the sound of names and Deep Symbolic Thingies. i've vaguely thought about doing something with the following outdated snippet, for example, but never got around to doing it: Hakkai's name is still new, like the scar tissue across wounds that have yet to heal completely. When he tries it out in his head the catch of breath in the middle trips him up, every time, harsh like the vowels of a dead man's name never were.
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may 23 | I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
( rather large image under cut ) |
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| [fic] [31_days] Weiss Kreuz Glühen |
[May. 20th, 2007|08:04 pm] |
i didn't want to write another kyouya-with-econs-refs fic. but i'm sorry that exposition-of-doom fic seems to be the only other option. i swear i will write something hemingway-ish instead, someday.
am out of touch with canon -- glühen weiss was the fourth generation, right, with kapitel weiss being the third? rex refers to "godaime no team" in episode 13, after all, when talking about forming the new one. and knight refers to "yondaime Weiss" later on. i have the vague feeling that we got this wrong in that post-series RP, but oh well. also, i went to look up blood types, and -- kyou is a type O? sena is a type A? impossible!
...there are few weiss fans on my flist, so i shall stop here. :x
may 20 | ROI (return on investment)
He knows what Rex thinks about his refusal to appoint Ogasawara. She's wrong, of course. But he'll let her think whatever she chooses to; sympathy helps bind employees to their employers, and for similar reasons he still keeps a certain photograph in his desk drawer and makes sure that she knows it is there.
The thing about Kritiker is that it is a business. As he told Knight: no one is indispensable. But wrong choices are costly and replacing Kritiker agents is expensive, so he has to estimate how long they will last -- how many years he is likely to get out of each one before the job incapacitates them, whether through death or softer means.
His uncle did not seem particularly good at such analyses. And since Mamoru remembers Abyssinian's conduct in the third Weiss team, he is not willing to take such a gamble on Ogasawara. |
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| [fic] [31_days] Death Note |
[May. 19th, 2007|06:19 pm] |
may 19 | der Tod und das Mädchen
Sometimes Misa looks at Rem with a curious, even critical eye, and her thoughts are consciously frivolous: what would Rem look like in the background of a visual kei music PV, or on an album cover? What sort of clothes would fit over a frame like that? But mostly she forgets that Rem is there, since there is so much else that occupies her world. Light, for a start, and Light's plans, and her plans for a future with Light.
To be fair, Light is not the only reason for Misa's indifference to death in all its forms. Since then, the only death that Misa has had to fear is Light's. And perhaps her own, if only because it might keep her from achieving what she wants. It is not a matter of time. A day would be long enough left to live, as long as she knew that Light had what he wanted.
And if she never thinks to fear death, what more Rem, or even Ryuuk? After all, Misa is used to receiving indulgence, or affection, or devotion; perhaps even love. In her hands death is a friend, or at least something she can use. |
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| not fic, but still fandom. |
[May. 19th, 2007|01:25 am] |
meme: Name a character and I'll give you three or more "facts" from my personal fanon about that character.
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may 17 | heart wrecker, heart wrecker, make me delight
david bowie = jrock AU. utgard loki or heimdall joshing loki about badly-written poetry that he receives in fanmail, perhaps.
may 18 | a laboratory for thought experiments
i really wanted to write something for this theme! but i am nothing if not rule-abiding, alas. it would just have been more kabuto-and-sasuke-in-otogakure nonsense, anyway. |
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| [fic] [31_days] Matantei Loki Ragnarok |
[May. 16th, 2007|11:22 pm] |
may 14 | a city wall and a trampoline
haven't the faintest idea. urd and utgard loki?
may 15 | je te dis vous
probably a fic about tamaki and kyouya, which would include the lines: There are, in fact, some things in which Tamaki is an expert. Charm, for instance. Ways to end an awkward silence. Levels of formality, in either of his languages.
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will i ever get over the end of the second MaLoki manga series?
short answer: no.
long answer: all the post-series yamino fic i keep writing.
i probably should have stopped with the short answer.
may 16 | we share our mother's health
A biological fact: snakes cannot close their eyes. Jormungandr watches as Fenrir nudges his head against Loki's hand, whining, until Loki laughs and begins to scratch Fenrir behind the ears. The scene is more than familiar, and if Jormungandr thinks about it then he can admit that not much has changed. Even the glass walls are not that new.
In the absence of any sign that Loki misses Yamino, regret would be mere selfishness on Jormungandr's part. So this must be enough, as anything else would be: whether years in cold waters, or bonds too fine to break, or a kingdom of coldness, or only the moon for company. Fenrir probably agrees, even if he would never admit it, which is why he allows Loki to stop stroking his fur -- for now -- and makes only a soft growl of disappointment as Loki rises from his chair and walks away. Loki stops at the terrarium. Jormungandr raises his head in greeting.
Their mother understood this better than anyone else could have: that one can wish for kind words, brief looks, even affection -- but must expect nothing except the wait. Loki traces a meaningless pattern against the glass, loops and swirls that may or may not curl back upon themselves, and when he smiles it is absent rather than sad. Jormungandr is glad for that, at least. |
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| [fic] [31_days] Mushishi |
[May. 13th, 2007|12:01 pm] |
inspired partly by this brilliant mushishi fic.
may 13 | angel food
"What does it feed on?"
"The literature is vague," Ginko said, carefully pushing the mushi into a bottle. Its frond-like appendages beat gently against the air, against the thick walls of glass. "It's hard to tell, since it lives in the blood. But the infected seldom show signs of illness -- if anything, they get healthier -- so it can't be anything vital. Some scholars even suggest that it might not be a true mushi--"
"Something closer to animal life, then? I mean, if even I can see it..."
Adashino's attempt at scientific curiosity could not mask the triumph in his voice. Ginko smiled to himself, corking the bottle and handing it over. "Quite the opposite."
"Hm?" Adashino said, holding the mushi up to the sunlight. The bottle gleamed as it caught the rays, and the soft glow of its contents intensified into brilliance.
"You'd know better than I would, Adashino-sensei. Don't the old stories tell of creatures even more ancient than mushi?" |
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