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. Here's Title: That Fandom: X/1999 Characters: Kamui and !Kamui, you know, the spoiler-that-isn't. Words: 500 Rating: Light R. Summary via first line: ( This would hurt so much less if Kamui was just talking to himself. ) - | |
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. It has been so long since I have done something like this. Since ( Table under cut, for my reference. ) - | |
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. Please take me back, Ivalice. I'm losing my grip and I don't like it. This is the SSU!C gift for --and got me to write Balthier of my own free will. Lord help us all. Title: Behold; a cat-turned-king, and thus eight lives denied. Fandom: Ivalice, Final Fantasy XII Characters: Reddas, Balthier. SPOILERS FOR BOTH. Words: 1200 Rating: Petrarchan. In short: An ominous discussion of succession. ( Behold, for I am an embodiment of our world's end. ) - | |
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. If there's anything you want in here, say so! Here's the old batch. Three Men Make a Tiger Bat: You know, in the real world, I was a decent human being. O'Brien: Welcome to the club. Make-Believe Seishirou (~6 years): [is eerily similar in logical outlook to Seishirou (~25 years)] Or Could it Be: [the other way around?] either way, The World: [weeps] Venn Diagram Subaru: Eep! What the--er. I. Um. People of Lincoln: This is healthy BDSM. Subaru: You people are scaring me. Seishirou: I am safe. Safe as houses. Safe as penguins and answering machines and chaperoned dates. Irony Cudgel: RAMALAMA BANG BANG. Noppera-Bou Subaru: No, I mean I want him to literally pull something out of my chest. Literally. Anshi: *^_^* Professional Seishirou: Terrorism isn't the disease, it's a symptom of Tokyo's own inherent corruption. Subaru: But still-- Seishirou: Can you make a leap of logic when the same thing is happening in you, Subaru-kun? I wonder. Secondhand Smoke Seishirou: I'm a drug. Subaru: Oh FUCK YES PLEASE. Cigarette Vending Machine: Ow. Stop All the Clocks The World: [ends] Humanity: [deserves it] Subaru: The only way my life could get worse is if I kept living it. Destiny: [calls] Subaru: MOTHERFUCKER. | |
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. I asked this in To what extent is it the author's fault when the reader misses the point? . And a less serious meme, for those of you who'd rather do that: 1) Suggest a crossover, AU, or AT. 2) I will write one-to-three sentences from it. . | |
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. Second thing I did for kinkfest, first I am reposting. I love evoking Samura paneling. And this piece. As a whole. Title: Third Blood Fandom: Blade of the Immortal Characters: Manji and Magatsu Rating: Light R Warnings: The thing is a fight scene with thematic purpose. Word count: 1400 Summary: Can you still fight like your soul's on the line? Prompt: 7/5 - Blade of the Immortal - Manji/Magatsu - weaponkink - fair and foul play ( Arright, let me lay down the rules. ) - | |
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. 1) Friends, true friends, who will call you out and protect you from yourself and your own burgeoning hypocrisy. ::smiles:: And the worthwhile conversations thereof. 2) The end of Monster, which I read this morning. Johan and embodiment and yes. Yes. Mm. And LUNGE. Clearly. 3) Hearing this morning that my abstract for the Matsuno/Nietzsche OTP Paper has been accepted by the Blackwell series and that I get to spend the summer discussing Ubermenschen and the Houses of Ivalice. Rough draft due 9/1. HELLS THE FUCK YES. 4) Little Stepbrothers. 5) Getting a Hostessing job to pass the weekends and make travel money with, and still have time to look for a second job during the weeks. 6) 7) The sound of kids playing with firecrackers outside. 8) Conversations about DDS meta- with 9) Impending trial-lessons with people at Purchase -- and the precursor, that 10) 11) Chocolate-covered fruit. Also chocolate-covered pretzels. 12) Size six skirts still fitting even when I'm closer to 160 than 150. 13) Having all the winners of the SSU!C submit their prompts to me and not getting one I don't look forward to writing. And most of them are different territory than the stuff I have done lately--new characters, or fandoms on hiatus, or things that are bright and new. 14) Conversations about TB/X meta- with 15) One-shouldered shirts. 16) My room slowly starting to develop floor space. 17) Not paying rent anymore. 18) Being entirely assured that I am going (the fuck) to Otakon. 19) New friends. 20) Wearing a big glittery Union Jack on 7/4. 21) Being able to say that 20+ things are awesome after twelve hours awake. . | |
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. So I worried about this idea the instant I got it. I'm posting it anyway. Victoryfic for Title: Professional Fandom: Tokyo Babylon. Characters: Seishirou, Subaru Rating: Definitely not worksafe. Dubiously consensual sex, lapsed religiosity, and terrorism. I got your societal commentary right here. Words: 2300 Irony Cudgel Index: Why hello there, TB vol.3. Now spread 'em and lie down on the anvil so I can break your spine. Summary: To behold Subaru now is to know how little of that purity remains. - ( There is nothing quite so incongruous, Seishirou thinks, as a shikifuku in a subway. ) . | |
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. Post three things you've done in your lifetime that you don't think anybody else on your friends list has done. See if anybody else responds with "I've done that." Optionally, if one of them has done something on your list, add a new item in its place. Hope your friends cut and paste this into their journals to see what unique things they've done in their lives. I have:
Good times. Good times. . | |
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. I have returned to NY. Let the games begin. . | |
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. The Shut Subaru Up! Submissions Art Untitled (tree as gag) -- two pieces: red ribbons and bridge AU-- sandwiched between Heat and Light (literally) -- spoilsport -- Illustration for "and on the surface that's true" -- mitsuhachi (IJ) Fic A Not 100% Serious Way to Shut Him Up; Or, A Good Hot Dicking! -- Matchmaking Strategies -- A Proper Date -- Protection -- Untitled ("What are you doing here?") -- Stolen -- Penguin Suit -- Sufficient Force -- An unconscious Subaru can't talk, monologue, or fight back -- Sound of Silence -- Unexpected Reunion -- A Unique Sort of Day -- Bottom at Heart -- Other Shutting Sim Subaru Up -- - The Shut Subaru Up! Successes! In the Funniest Means of Shutting Subaru Up Category: Winner: Runner-up: In the Sexiest Means of Shutting Subaru Up Category: Winner: Runner-up: In the Most Realistic Means of Shutting Subaru Up Category: Winner: Runner-up: And two additional notions: 1) Because it directly references a fic by one of the judges, we removed Mitsuhachi's "illustration for and on the surface that's true" from consideration--but seriously, I can't stop looking at it and will write Mitsu a drabblet of her choice. 2) Because he was the first to enter, Mike also deserves a sixteen-gallon jug of lube. However, since I don't have one, I'll write him a drabblet instead. Winners receive: one fic, fandom and specifications of their choice, of under 6000 words! Runners-up receive: one drabblet or ficbit, fandom and specifications of their choice, of under 1000 words! If you have received a prize, please either post your request in the comments or AIM/PM Mith with your specifications. Thanks to all the participants, and hope to have something else in the works soon! - | |
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. Title: Slogans Fandom: X/1999 Characters: Dragons of Heaven Words: 900 Rating: Sorata has no shame. Well, about some things at least. Excuse: So the other day I was wearing a T-shirt that read "Spectroscopists do it with frequency and intensity"... Summary: Sorata accepts a thank-you gift (or seven) from a custom T-shirt salesman. His reads, ( Buddhist Monks do it according to centuries-old traditions. ) - | |
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. Yet another kinkfest prompt that refuses to stay (the fuck) down. Why? Because I am so darned proud of it~ Title: Setting the Table Fandom: Tokyo Babylon Characters: Subaru, Seishirou, Hokuto Rating: ...perverted. Words: 2100 Warning: Thoughtful discussion of kink! Also, misuse of a wok. Irony Cudgel Index: VETO IN THE SAUCEPAN. Summary: This is the most responsible conversation about BDSM you will ever have, Subaru-kun. ( And don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do! ) - | |
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. 1. So there's a CLAMP anonymeme now... 2. 3. I really, really should be packing. :sigh: . | |
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. There's a catch: you do have to make a case for it. Don't just drop a title and a link, tell me why you think I'd enjoy it. Say something good about your own writing! . | |
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. I consider this the last chronological fic to happen in Subaru's story as I've been telling/augmenting it. There will be others in the timeline--I know two that I have to wait until July to post, damn you Kinkfest--and there will be a timeline-archiving post as well (and should fix the one I did for Schwanengesang too, ffxii people), and I know I'm still interested in writing for TB/X. But for now, this. I am proud of it--I am concerned with it, so any criticism and discussion will be much appreciated. Also, this is your transition-catharsis, speaking. Title: Stop All the Clocks Fandom: Tokyo Babylon / X/1999, nods to Sandman. Characters: Subaru, Seishirou, others. Words: 3200 Rating: R. Sex, apocalypse. Summary: Worlds and hopes are mortal. Subaru is not. ( 2071.02.14 ) - | |
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. Porn_battle repost the third--this time, a single full-blown fic. Title: Elastic Fandom: Tokyo Babylon What: A direct sequel to Venn Diagram. In Which: A Sumeragi walks into a BDSM club and says, "Please." By extension, Rating: Not Worksafe, and Warning: Man on Boy on St. Andrew's Cross Action. ( If they’ve done anything about the chipped paint in the stairwell, it doesn’t show. ) - | |
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. So after a few changes were made to the prospective Otakon skit for I Can Has Cosplay last week, I scurried out to purchase materials and build the appropriate thing before I move out next week. And I did. That would be from the Tokyo Babylon artbook. Sei of course. Your fault, Lucent, as usual. Seriously, I'd forgotten what it was like to build a costume from cloth as opposed to armor. Tailoring, yeah, and beading, but I haven't draped in years. And I draped, for this, pinned ucky maroon jersey to the Kaiserin and drafted the pattern for the coat from scratch. And then sewed the thing over the last two days, buttonholes by hand, that whole drill. The little armor doodads were a piece of cake after building, you know, Drace and Kain, and here I am four days later with a costume that is almost complete, and everything else is optional or unknown, things I can actually do back in NY without getting, you know, glared at. Also, I love wearing it. Reference image: ( under here ) And here would be mine, in its state of semicompleteness: ( under here ) Things to be added or emended, possibly: Addition of gloves (shown in the artwork, will not work for ths skit). Cufflinks (for my own perverse amusement) Higher boots on the outside of the pants (I need black laces to make that work, though, and to make sure I can move in them) . | |
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. So Puel and I wrote This Little Ditty wherein the Dragons of Heaven play the drinking game Never Have I Ever. This would be the Dragons of Earth version. Title: Never Have I Ever (2) Authors: Fandom: X/1999 Characters: The Dragons of Earth. Hooray for Kusanagi POV! Rating: Unsavory. Words: 4400 Summary: Fuma decides to play a drinking game with the Dragons of Earth. Is too much information ever enough? ( If you have to ask... ) - Imonoyama joke partly | |

