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Erised
This is the second of this massive fan fiction event pieces, and is paired with an awesome piece that i will include as soon as i have the artist's permission to do so ( Read more... ) -
A funny thing happened in Rush Valley
A/n; This is one of my contributions for the FMA Big Bang event 2012-2013, and is part of the reason that i haven't updated the current version of Like a Single Grain of Sand (I will get back to it, i swear the next chapter is still sitting on my hard drive ( Read more... ) -
hi there!
Happy b'day! -
things that make you go hmmmm....
I wonder it this works..
I'm posting this from my phone and dearly wishing for a live journal app of some sort, rather than a mobile interface. I simply fell in love with the one wordpress made. I haven't decided if I would rather post things there, or here just yet.
Posted via m.livejournal.com.
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just posting an update of life..
Haven't messed around that much with the new improved blender3d, but i keep looking at all this shiny-ness of it. Yeah, I'm a bit lost ( Read more... ) -
yarrrr!!!!
i am so behind in what I want to be doing. I can't believe i completely forgot about lj, again. I promise I'll be making up for it, really ( Read more... ) -
Fma-naruto chapter 7
Matsuri strides along, moving with the press of bodies of the crowded food court. She darts her eyes about, sweeping the crowd as she approaches great arc that heads generally back where she entered. She has no intention of heading back, just yet. She sees what she seeks: At the edge of the curve slumps the sorry looking wagon, bold black letters ( Read more... ) -
Wax paper continued..
Peggy walked slowly to the bus stop, careful to not glace up at the plodding footsteps she heard all about her as the other students exited the school. She could easily see the legs of one lined up perfectly with another, and so on down at least ten back before another line was formed. Her mind swirled about the chilling sound of Mr. Collin's low ( Read more... ) -
Blood turtle
Rhythm poem based of 7 beats and some rhyme ( Read more... ) -
Long life..
Number 115 was a boxy sad affair of a trailer house, with avocado paint, of a shade not seen for at least two decades, peeling off the sagging siding ( Read more... )