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This is the table for all my fanfic100 stories for the pairing Casey Jones/Raphael Hamato from the 2003 TMNT cartoon, if you all feel like reading it.
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Over at the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) animorphs100 comm, there was a challenge for the word "Ashes". I wrote two versions, since my first attempt at it ran away from me.
( Ashes: The 100-word Version )
( Ashes: The Original (431 Words) )Current Mood:  awake Current Music: fleetwood mac - dreams |
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"If we live through this, no one can tell Rachel." Marco hissed. "Who's bright idea was it to let Ax have-?!"
"Yours." Jake hissed back, cutting him off.
They watched as Ax rampaged, nothing was left unmarred from his attacks.
"Why didn't you stop me?!"
"Because I'm a retard!" Jake growled.
"And now we're stuck out here until that stuff wears off!"
"Or until he morphs out."
Jake and Marco watched from the fire escape as Ax, morphed into the form of a seemingly harmless tabby cat, sprayed and clawed and destroyed Marco's apartment, a hyper active ball of drug induced fury.
Stupid catnip.Current Mood:  amused Current Music: Yoko Kanno - A Sai En |
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So, it's not that I stopped writing, I just stopped posting it here. *is a bad bad girl*.
So, Um...Updateness!
Just some random half drabble-y, half ficcage one shot stuff for you all. I'll post more chapters of Adventures in Bansitting later.
( 8 GetBackers drabbles )
( and a bunch of drabbles that aren't entirely GetBackers )
And to finish this off, a gory piece about the kinds of nightmares Shido has when not influenced by the Jagan.
( They look like such big, strong hands )
I'll post more later~ I promise~Current Mood:  lethargic |
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( She should've known just from the fact that he stayed )
I wanna do more with this, but I wanna know what you, my dear readers, think.Current Mood:  thoughtful Current Music: Amon Tobin/ Ryuichi Sakamoto - Grief |
| » Fruist Basket Fic: 2am RATED R |
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Title: 2am
Author: Christina/AquaianGoddess
Fandom: Fruits Basket
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: Hatsuharu/Kyo/Yuki, Hatsuharu/Yuki
Summery: it's 2 am again.
Rating: R
Warnings: First person POV, which is not something I normally do. First FruBa fic. Smutty, angsty and un beta'd.
Notes: For the 2 am challenge at temps_mort, cross posted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bitsofpaper
Start time: 11:20 am
End time: 12:02 pm
( It's 2 am again... )
Mar. 29th, 2004 @ 12:07 pm
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| » more pointless-yet-slowly-gain-to-a-point writings. Yay for antisocial behavior! lots of type-os. |
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Alexi Novskya had always loved science. As a child, living on the family farm in Ukraine, he would stay up late at night reading his brother's textbooks. Alexi was always described to his mother's friends as having "a mind as sharp as his father's axe", hence his nickname, Ax.
Ax has two siblings. An older brother, Eli, and a little sister, Estrid (Essie if you are family). He adores them both and wopuld do anything for them, if they asked. Which was why he actually went to college, and moved to America. His brother promised to take care of the family, and his sister begged him to go there so that he could tell her all about it.
Alexi moved to America once he had gotten his PhD, and began teaching a class at a university.
Alexi had no idea what he had gotten himself into moving to America, and a pretty boy on the trian was about to show him.
Honestly? I don't feel sorry for him.
Dec. 30th, 2003 @ 04:54 pm
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| » more pointless writings. Same story line as the first one. |
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Marco had always liked to dance. Whether it was ballroom, salsa, tango, or just plain bouncing around like an idiot, he danced. When his mother died, Marco danced to sad songs. Slow swaying motions of greiving and depression. When Marco's Father found out about his son's sexual preference and kicked him out, Marco danced with anger. Sharp, fierce, pointed movements that flowed together in a dance of rage and sorrow.
When Marco had found a job, he had to learn how to dance differently. He dance to entice. To tease.
Marco had become a stripper.
Dec. 29th, 2003 @ 07:52 am
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| » mindless writings |
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Sometimes, when Jake was alone, he'd think back to when they first met. He had just come to the country, egar to make a big name for himself as a playwrite, to prove to those who doubted him that he could do it. He was high high on the joy of buying his own house and everything in it, ready to start his new life, when he decided to visit the quaint pub down the road from his house. He smiled as he walked inside and settled himself down at a table. It felt like his grandmother's kitchen, filled with people laughing and arguing and just relaxing. One perticular laugh had ensnared him and lifted his head to see the most gorgous man behind the bar. Messy blond hair that fell into blue eyes that were alight with amusment. He remembered walking over to sit at the bar and those eyes moved to him, smiling easily as though he were an old friend.
"What can I get you?" An irish accent greeted him, and it was all he could do to not bow before the vision, spouting love songs and poetry of sunshine and blue skies of the Irish lands.
"Ah, a beer is fine."
"Oh, an American, are you?"
"Yeah."
"I'll give you our watered down draft, then."
"Hey! I can handle real beer thank you." The bartender smiled at him. "On second thought, gimme something stronger."
An eyebrow rasied. "Stronger?"
"Italian bloodlines. I can handle a drink."
"No one can handle drinks better than the Irish."
"You'll have to prove it to me then, Mr..?"
"Please, just call me Tobias. Tobias O'Conner."
"Jake Berenson."
"Not a very Italian name, Berenson is." Tobias had teased as he poured him a glass of scotch.
"Hush, you." He had smiled at him.
Tobias had spent almost the rest of the night talking with him, only pausing conversation in order to say goodbye to a costumer or to hand out a drink. He had had the blond totally enraptured with all he said, not that Jake had said much to commit to memory.
"It's almost closing time." Tobias had inturrupted their conversation to say.
"I'll walk you home." He had said, causing Tobias to blink.
"That's nice of you to offer, Jake, but I can't let ya do that."
"Why? Against rules or something?"
"More like my place is above the bar."
Jake had blinked at that. "Mighty short walk, then."
Tobias had laughed at that, as he flipped the sign in the door to 'closed'. "I could always walk you home."
"I just want to keep talking to you." Jake had said, suddenly. He was never good with feelings and always just said what he felt, so that no one could say to him later 'But you never said you felt that way.'
Tobias blinked again, a light blush on his cheeks. "Don't understand why. I'm just a bartender."
"And I'm just a playwrite."
"You write plays?"
"I'm going to."
So the night went on, with the two of them talking, stopping only when Tobias blinked. "It's almost six am."
"Oh shit."
"Come on. I'll walk you home." Tobias grinned at Jake.
"I enjoyed talking with you." he had said again as they walked up to his house.
"I've never stayed up all night talking with someone before."
"Really?"
"Really." Tobias had laughed.
"Well, here we are. My humble home."
"Good night, Jake." Tobias turned to leave, when he had caught Tobias' arm and spun him around to kiss him ever so breifly on the lips.
"Good night, Tobias." He had breathed over the blond's lips and then dissappeared into his house.
Dec. 23rd, 2003 @ 06:39 pm
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| » Weiss Kreuz Drabble fic for sephyelysian |
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Weiss Drabble for Sephy(sephyelysian)
Words: 462
Hidaka Ken flopped down at the register at the Koneko, a battered notebook and a pen with a chewed cap in his hands. It was a generally slow time for the shop, so he flipped open to a fresh page and began writing.
After working with one Fujimiya Aya for a few years, you learn a few things about him. Like how you are to never enter Aya’s room. Ever. Even if his door is unlocked and wide open, you are not to go near it. Aya will always find out and the consequences are not pretty. The same goes for Aya’s things. The same could be said for Aya himself, if I did not know about the relationship between he and Tsukyono Omi.
Like with Aya, after working with Omi for a few years (I’ve worked with Omi much longer than I’ve worked with Aya, really), you learn a few things about him. Like how he always can get you to do what he wants, whether you want to or not. Omi has two methods of doing this. One is the Big Blue Eyed Puppy Face of DOOM(TM), in which he drowns his victim in so much cuteness that you agree to do whatever he says just so he’ll stop. Ken shuddered. The other would be his Mission Commander Voice(TM), which is exactly what it sounds like, Omi showing you that, yes, he really is the leader of our team, and yes, he really does know best, never mind the fact that he’s the youngest of us all. Ken looked up from his writing and he watched Aya stalk away menacingly with a sharp garden shovel, muttering about death and one Kudo Yoji.
“Aya?” Omi asked.
“Yes?” Aya growled out.
"Please tell me you're not going to do what I think you are with that thing?"
“What do you think I’m going to do with it?”
“Maim and or disfigure Yoji in some horribly nasty way?” Ken said.
Aya said nothing.
“Aya.” Omi said, almost as if he were talking to a small child. “You are not allowed to kill people with tools from the shop. It will blow our cover.”
Aya looked at the trowel in his hand, and set it down on the table. “Hn.” He walked into the back and went up the stairs to the apartments, as Omi turned back to the arrangement he was working on.
“Omi?”
“Yeah, Ken?”
“Are you sure Yoji will be safe?”
“Mission tonight. We need Yoji alive and at one hundred percent. Aya knows this.”
“Will that stop him?”
“Nope.”
“FUCK! THAT’S ICE COLD!” Yoji’s shriek echoed throughout the shop.
“He just gets creative.” Omi grinned at Ken and turned back to the arrangement again.
Ken blinked and continued to write. Obviously one of them is a bad influence on the other. I just have yet to figure out which way that works.
Dec. 17th, 2003 @ 04:45 am
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| » Yami no Matsuei Drabble Fic for amet |
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Yami Drabble for Amet(amet)
Words: 189
“You expect me to take your advice when you use insane troll logic like that?" Watari stared at the little owl perched on his desk, and more importantly, on his notes for his latest attempt at a gender changing potion. His gender changing potion that his darling little owl was telling him to put on hold for awhile.
003 hooted. Apparently, she thought Watari would have better chances to gain a more romantic relationship with Tatsumi if he actually wandered into his office for a reason other than ‘I blew up my lab again. Can I please get more money so I can fix it?’
Watari made a small noise of indignation. “But-”
“Terazuma, you pastry thieving bastard! That was the last blueberry!”
“You had seven already, you glutton!”
“WHY YOU-!”
The sounds of battle echoed through the hall and Watari blinked, and turned back to his tiny feather companion. “You know, maybe you have a point.”
The owl hooted sagely.
“You don’t need to sound so smug about it.” Watari swore the tiny owl was laughing at him. Which she was. Sometimes, her human was so silly.
Dec. 17th, 2003 @ 03:45 am
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| » Gundam Wing Drabble Fic For dolphina |
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Gundam Drabble for Maris(dolphina)
Words: 401
Heero settled down at the desk in his room, opened his laptop and began to type up the report for Lady Une. He had barely gotten down the first few sentences when Duo slammed open the door and glowered at Heero. "Okay, look, I know you haven't watched TV, you've never seen a movie much less a theatre, you've missed out on one great aspect of pop culture just because you've been too damned stubborn. I don't wanna hear crap about J training you and all that junk.”
“But-”
“Don't make me tape your mouth shut, let me finish my rant. The movie theatre is the best place to go. It puts absolutely everybody, even those who say it doesn't, but it puts EVERYBODY at awe no matter what they're into. Seeing things on the big screen, much fun being surrounded by people as pumped up - and yes, obsessed - as yourself.”
“Du-”
“Shush, I'm not finished. This is a piece of art, this is a part of history itself, this is bigger than life, bigger than my imagination, bigger than the Gundams themselves!” Heero gave him a look of disbelief. “...Okay no, not really, but it's pretty damn close. See, you don't understand now and I am going to force you to understand why we need to go. So we are going to go even if I have to drag you out myself and never mind that you missed the first two parts, you'll be in such awe you'll beg me to watch them when we get home. So, once again, we're going, and that is the END of it. Do you understand me?"
Heero blinked up at Duo, who had forced Heero to the ground and was ranting in his face. Heero idly noted that his lover’s breath smelled like cinnamon gum. He gave a tiny sigh of what some would call defeat, but then again, this was Heero Yuy. It was more of a ‘Let’s appease Duo before he makes us sleep on the couch’ sigh. "Yes Duo, we'll go see The Return of the King, alright?"
Duo stood up and did a quick victory dance. "Squee! Legolas baby, here I come!"
Heero shook his head as Duo danced out of the room and resettled himself back at the desk. “I wonder if he’ll use the same speech on Wufei?”
Dec. 17th, 2003 @ 03:18 am
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