Hullo, world! As this is a fic journal, most of these entries were public, but due to some unsavoury spambots, many of them have been f-locked. Feel free to friend away for the fic, and do drop me a line - I don't bite, unless that's what you're into. Meow.

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Meme gleefully snatched from flowrs4ophelia since I cannot sleep, minus the tagging because I'm lazy. Answer the questions, replace one of 'em, tag 11 people. :)

→ What song are you currently addicted to?
"Nobody But the Baby" by Emmylou Harris, Alison Krauss, and Gillian Welch aka the Holy Triumvirate. Thank you, O Brother Where Art Thou, for melding old time ( Read more... )

All Fires. Himawari, again. Another one for 31_days, Sept. 03 ~ the sleep of reason produces monsters. Wherein I actually try to write a proper drabble, i.e. 100 words. Title from the Swan Lake song - the band, not the ballet. XD

Himawari's first memory is of the fire. For weeks afterward, flames bloom at the edges of her dreams; she wakes up choking on ( Read more... )

Some Things Last a Long Time. Twilight/Original. Collin/Diana, Collin/Loki. The colours are bright, bright as ever. The red is strong, the blue is true. Part of the mad 'verse etzyofi and I share, following Halo (the story, not the video game).

Written for 31_days , Sept. 02 ~ in ten years the world will have changed, with Daniel Johnston's 1990 and Songs of ( Read more... )

Tournesols. Yuuko muses. Holic drabble written for 31_days, Sept. 1 ~ don't think your life didn't matter.

The woman's eyes are green, her stomach is swollen, and she has the  kind of face that should always be smiling - a beautiful tripwire of a smile, the kind that runs high on tension, that gleams brightest when fired with desperation.

She isn't ( Read more... )

Since I just posted that November fic (hurray for insomniac princesses), I've got sleeplessness on the mind. I find myself regularly afflicted with what Michael Chabon calls "the midnight disease"... midnight, when I'm trying to get to sleep, is usually when I get most of my ideas for fic, and so I blearily switch my laptop back on and enter ( Read more... )

She lives what paper-poets only write.

- Thomas Hardy

One.

November had once thought insomnia was like drowning: the entire night bearing down with the merciless weight of an ocean, the smothering darkness crushing her lungs, the morning as far away as light and breath and air.

She allowed herself to entertain this poetical notion, ( Read more... )

( I get by with a little help from my friends )

Oh, here's that other minibang fic:

Don't They Have Payphones Wherever You Were Last Night. Himawari and Doumeki but not Himawari/Doumeki; secret!OT3 (xxxholic rou). Loneliness, drinking, old high school friends that know too much about you, and the wish you never had to come back home for Christmas. Doumeki and Himawari have holiday survival down ( Read more... )

The manga Bakuman amuses me immensely. It's written by Ohba Tsugumi and illustrated by Obata Takeshi - yeah, that's right, the gents who did Death Note, one of those series I cannot get into even though my brothers and my cousins are crazy about it. Bakuman, however, is much more light-hearted and enthusiastically crazy, as well as being meta and ( Read more... )